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enviedear · 1 year ago

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anakin being touch starved baby boy that he is. just listen to me. he comes back from whatever activities of the day he had and just wants to snuggle with the reader and never let them go but he finds the reader still finishing her (theirs if u prefer gn) work stuff so he gets very pouty and touchy and starts snuggling to her like a little stray cat/ following her everywhere she goes just to stay close to her. (u can make it spicy at the end if u want to but it is not necessary) ❤️‍🩹🤌🏼 i am hungry for some fluff as i am drowning in my own work + hormones are killing me

love u xo

no this is so real and this fueled me into a spiral abt anakin being with a student girlie— like yeah he totally would go for a hottie with brains from the ISE. like yeah he no doubt can pull someone capable of making a starship out of nothing.

wc— 1.5k | tw— nsfw minors dni i will block you, fingering, piv, unprotected sex, anakin finishing inside of you, mentions of food and eating

you're trying your hardest to study for your upcoming exam, cups upon cups of finished caff's litter your desk. you're only halfway finished with your newest battleship render when anakin comes home.

his eyes are tired but when they meet yours he smiles, "hi baby, i missed you." he's quick to walk over to where you're seated, strong arms coming to wrap around your shoulders.

you lean back, inhaling his smell, "i missed you too, ani," you give him a pout, "but i really need to finish this before tomorrow."

he looks down at your holopad, "i could make dinner, do you think you'll be done by then?"

you smile, "i'll try my hardest."

he lingers for a moment, letting his head drop down to your neck. he leaves a trail of soft kisses in his wake, stopping at the side of your face before placing one finger under your chin and drawing you in.

his kiss is hungry, wanting— and you so badly want to indulge him, but before he can take it any further you break away.

"i'm serious, anakin. if i don't get this done i'm going to feel the wrath of every single one of my professors." your voice is stern, but the way he looks at you illicts a small smile.

he groans, pulling away, "okay, okay. but please try to be done in time for dinner. i've missed you so bad all day."

you nod and watch as he heads into the kitchen, the sound of pots and pans clattering filling the air. letting out a sigh, you go back to your work, but you can't help the thoughts that linger in your mind.

as you try to focus on your work, thoughts of him keep creeping into your mind. the way his lips feel on yours and the way he holds you close, making you feel safe and loved.

you shake your head, trying to clear your mind, but the more you try to push it away, the stronger the desire becomes. your project floats into the background of your mind as you work on it, fueled now by thoughts of your beautiful boyfriend.

glancing at the clock, you realize that an hour has already passed. you rub your eyes and stretch your arms before looking over your nearly finished work. as if on cue, anakin walks in with two plates of food.

"hey," he says, placing the plate in front of you. "i made your favorite."

you look up at him and smile. "thank you, ani. it smells amazing."

he leans down to give you a quick kiss on top of your head before grabbing his own plate and sitting across from you.

as you eat, small talk fills the air. you rant about your looming deadlines, while anakin shares stories about recent council meetings at the temple.

however, he's mostly relegated to mentioning how much he's missed you, "i thought about stopping by for lunch, but then master yoda asked me to step in for one of the youngling classes."

you give him a sorry look, "i wouldn't have been very good company anyway— i've been working on this since you left this morning." you can't help but feel guilty about being so busy lately, but with exams just around the corner, it's been hard for you.

anakin reaches out, massaging your tense shoulders, "i'm sorry baby, why don't you take a break?"

you bite your lip, "ani… i can't. i'm almost done though, i promise," you turn in your seat to face him, hands cupping his cheeks, "and then i'll be all yours for the rest of the night."

he has a challenging expression on his face, "i think a break would help," he leans in so that your lips brush, "let me ease up some of your stress, baby."

you groan, "ani, i don't know, i really need to—"

he cuts you off, leaving a lingering kiss on your lips before pulling away, "ise gets all of your time now, i'm getting jealous."

you laugh, "oh, don't be jealous, ani. you know i love you more than anything."

he smirks and begins to massage your shoulders again. you close your eyes and let out a sigh of relief. the tension starts to melt away under his strong hands.

"you're too good at this," you say, leaning back into him.

"i have my ways of making my you feel better," he says, lips brushing against your neck.

you try and stifle a moan as he nibbles at your earlobe. his hands starting to wander down your back and you can feel his body heat beaming off of him.

"ani, i really need to finish this," you say, but your tone is starting to sound less convincing.

he pulls back, cupping your face and forcing you to look into his eyes. "i know you do, baby. but can't it wait for a little bit, hm?"

you nod slowly, feeling yourself giving in to his touch. he leans in again and kisses you deeply. his tongue brushes against yours and you feel a surge of desire wash over you.

he's quick to lift you from your seat, and you instinctively wrap your legs around him. he groans into the kiss, laying you down on the bed, hands exploring your body needily.

before you know it, your clothes are off and anakin is lying on top of you. he has a way of being able to get what he wants, most of the time that being you.

it was hard not to indulge him though, not when he felt so good.

he kisses you all over your body, igniting every inch of skin that he touches.

"ani," you moan his name as his hand drifts lower, toying with your sex.

you can't help but grind your hips against his hand, desperately trying to elicit more pleasure from him. you're greedy for touch.

he teases you lightly with his fingers before parting your lips, only to thrust a single digit into your slickness. your hands grip at his free arm, feeling his veins.

he teases you relentlessly, sending you into a spiral of pure bliss, until all at once, you're writhing beneath his touch, "ah! oh ani!"

he continues on, not stopping as you draw closer to yout climax. your body quivers, and you look down at him wantonly, wanting him more than ever. he smirks at the sight of you trying to regain some semblance of control.

"what do you want, pretty girl?" his questions drips with lust, eyes dark and enticing.

you choke back a moan at his words, "you, ani. i want you."

he presses his lips against yours once more before positioning himself between your legs. pressing his bulge against your opening, groaning as he sinks himself slowly into you.

you close your eyes, focusing on how good it feels— how perfectly he fits inside of you.

as he sets a steady pace with his hips, fucking you deeper and deeper with each stroke, the familiar tug building inside of you once again.

"oh god! you feel so good ani," you moan loudly, unabashed as her ruts deeper into you.

his head drops down to your neck, lips brushing against your ear, "that's my girl, just letting me make her feel good."

with each thrust now comes an increasing sense of euphoria that plagues your mind and body with waves of pleasure that wash over every inch of flesh; sensitizing everything around it. all at once it becomes too much.

you're nails drill deep into his back, and he grunts at the feeling. his hands dig into your hips, pulling you into him even closer.

"fuck, sweetheart—" he cuts off as you bite down onto his shoulder desperately, groaning loudly as you come in pulses around him.

your breaths are short and your head is swimming, the need for oxygen becoming a necessity.

your fingers finally begin to relax as your breathe evens out. "dammit," you exhale, exhausted from the sudden rush of pleasure flowing through every fiber of your body. anakin lets out a grunt of his own as your walls tightly clamp around him. you can barely keep up with his erratic thrusts, and he leans down to kiss you before finishing inside of you.

you moan loudly into his mouth as he cums, a stream of warmth flowing into you as your inner walls clamp tight around his cock. you feel him twitch and spasm inside of you, and his muscles momentarily lock up before you both relax into each other's arms.

you run your hands through his hair lightly before pulling apart from him. "i love you so much."

he turns to press a soft kiss against your cheek, before rolling off of you, grabbing for a towel, "and i love you."

you watch as he cleans you up, his face still reddened from his work, "you're such a good distraction."

he hums, looking at you, "you like it,"

you roll your eyes, "i know and it's a problem, i let you do it every time."

he grins in response. "it's not my fault you enjoy my distractions so much." and before another retort is made, he presses his lips onto yours momentarily before sliding into bed beside you.

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #anakin x reader smut #anakin skywalker x reader smut #anakin smut #anakin fluff #anakin x y/n #anakin x you

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ineffablesuffering · 1 year ago

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Read to Me (Aziraphale X Reader)

So I'm back with a self indulgent fic. I love War of the World's and as I was reading it I thought this up. I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Aziraphale x platonic!reader

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 1281

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It had been a long day. Everything that could have went wrong, went wrong. It started when you missed the bus and had to get a taxi to work, then your interactive whiteboard wouldn't turn on, the children wouldn't listen and then to cheer yourself up, you bought a coffee and proceeded to drop it within 5 minutes of buying it. It had been a long day. The knowledge that it was Friday and you had the weekend to recover was your only comfort.

You walked along the streets of Soho, the sky's darkening as you clutched your bag close to you, focusing on trying to get to your destination before the rain came down, but it was no use. The heavens had opened and rain beat down from the sky above. You would have laughed if you weren't already having a bad day, because to top it off, you had left your hooded jacket at home. Angrily, you swipe at the tears falling from your eyes as they mingled with the raindrops that glided down your skin. You could see the old bookshop on the corner, you prayed that Aziraphale was at home.

You had met the angel of a man in the cafe across the road from his shop one Sunday afternoon. The cafe was brimming with people and seats had been scarce. You had left your planning to the last minute again and all you wanted was a seat and a small space to plan your lessons. You looked around and spotted a man sitting alone at a larger table with a cup of tea and a book. You made your way to him.

"I'm so sorry to bother you, but is it okay if I sit here? I promise I won't disturb you it's just that there's no more seats," you had said clutching your laptop to your chest.

"Of course," he had said "It's not a problem."

"You're an angel, thank you so much!" you said taking a seat at the table, making sure to give him enough space. You opened your laptop and began to type away.

"Are you a university student?" the man enquired.

"Uh no," you started finishing off the sentence you were typing. "I'm a teacher actually, this is my first year so I'm still getting the hang of things, I've not long graduated."

"A teacher you say? Very amicable. Although you seem rather young to be a teacher?"

"I get that a lot," you chuckle, "I'm 23 so I guess in some ways I am. My kids, my pupils, are only 11 years younger than me which is nothing in the grand scheme of things."

He smiled, "It really isn't."

"I'm Y/N by the way," you smile holding out your hand.

"Aziraphale." He replied shaking your hand.

After that day, you seemed to find yourself in that cafe more often and more often than not, Aziraphale would also be there too. You often sat together and he would sometimes help you plan your week. It was miraculously easy to plan when he was around, you could find everything you needed to on the first attempt. He had become a fast friend and soon you were invited over to his bookshop where he would often let you work if you needed a space to.

So that's where you were headed now, desperately seeking the comfort of a friend and there's no one you felt more comfortable around than Aziraphale. Sometimes, it was nice just to rant about teaching to someone who would quite happily sit and listen to you, rather than tell you how to fix your problems. You got to the door and saw the closed sign but battered on the door anyway. A few moments later a slightly annoyed looking Aziraphale was at the door unlocking it and pulling it open but the minute he saw your drenched figure his face softened.

"My dear! Come in," he said, stepping aside to let you in.

You brush past him quickly, trying to clear your face quickly so he doesn't see you crying. He's quick to your side suddenly with a towel in his hand but you were too upset to even think about where he got it from. He handed you the towel with a sympathetic smile on his face. You mumble a small thank you before taking it off of him using the warm towel to take some of the moisture out of your hair.

"My dear, whatever is the matter?" He asks guiding you towards a chair, but his kind words make you stop and a sob wrecks through your body. "Oh dear," he says bringing you into a tight embrace, stroking the back of your head gently, "Shhh," he hushes trying to calm you down "it's going to be okay." You clutch on to him and let the tears that had been building fall freely down your face. The pair of you stand like that for awhile, you holding on to Aziraphale like your life depended on it while he stroked your head and back whispering soothing words into your ear.

You rear back after awhile, but stay close. The emotions of the day clear on your face. "I'm sorry," you whisper hoarsely.

"Whatever for?"

"I got you all wet"

"Don't worry about it, you're being silly." he smiled softly at you. "Come sit with me and tell me what has gotten you so upset" he took the towel out of your hand and placed it on a table, walking you over to the sofa tucked up the back of the shop and sat down beside you holding your hand.

You told him about your day, everything from missing your bus to dropping your coffee and everything in between. He sat and listened patiently, never interrupting just nodding softly when required. You let out all your emotions and stress of the day, hell the week, and he listened.

"Well," he said when you had finished your rant. "You clearly haven't had a great day."

"You can say that again," you mumbled looking at the floor. "I'm sorry for barging in like this, I just didn't know where else to go."

"You never have to apologise my dear, I'm happy you can seek comfort in me." he said softly brushing a stray tear from your face as you raised your head to look at him. "Now what do we say to a nice hot chocolate and a book." He said reaching for the tartan blanket that hung on the back of the sofa wrapping it around you.

"Yes please," you reply, nodding meekly, "but only if you read to me."

"Of course." He said, standing "I'll be back in just a jiffy."

Before you knew it, he was back holding a steaming mug in one hand and a book in the other. You took the mug off of him whispering your thanks as he sat down beside you again. You took a slow sip feeling the chocolatey deliciousness warm you from the inside out. You rested your head against his shoulder so you could see while he read to you. He glanced down at you, a soft smile gracing his lips once more before opening the book.

"No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man’s..." he read, his voice silky smooth and deep, and just loud enough for you to be able to hear. You closed your eyes as he read to you allowing your friend to soothe you with his words and take the emotions of the day away.

#good omens #aziraphale x reader #aziraphale #good omens 2 #michael sheen #michael sheen x reader #good omens x reader

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justmeinatree · 1 year ago

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10 - Made Of Something New : Home

Summary : you meet niall in your hotel bar. and there’s an intense connection.

previous part /// jump to pt. 1

TW : smut

Word Count : 2.5k

A/N : she’s all done 😭 i am floored by the support i’ve gotten on this fic. seriously, a giant hug to all of you. i’d also like to throw in a couple honourable mentions, to the lovely @horansqueen who provided the amazing gifs featured at the beginning of each chapter ! and to the equally lovely @niallthebadboi who has been listening to me rant about this story for months now. i owe you both so much ♥️ anyway, without further ado .. ✌️

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May 1 - Home

you were so thankful it was saturday. after your brother’s wedding last week, you’d jetted back home, and with no time to adjust to the jetlag, you were back at work.

it was such a long, busy, work week that you’d barely had time to think anything over. but now you were basking in the opportunity that is the weekend, and you’re comfortably curled into your bed, awake, but eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the late morning sun drifting through the sheer curtains that you barely closed last night. too tempted by the comfort of you bed to even really care at the time.

back in vegas, you’d woken up by niall’s side, indulged in a lengthy early morning make out session, his fingers eventually burying themselves in your heat, claiming he couldn’t help himself.

he took his time with you, let his fingers stroke, explore, slowly building up a need inside you. once all was said and done though, you had to bid your goodbyes, needing to head back to your family.

niall was going to the airport, getting on the next flight home, assuring you again that he needed a week or two, tops, and then he’d be finding you.

you never pressed the matter, wrapping your arms around his neck, getting on your tiptoes and kissing his lips, deciding that you were going to trust this. trust the feeling. trust him.

as you were laying in your bed, now 8 days after that morning in vegas, just as you were sinking into the comfort of your mattress, and mess of blankets and pillows, thinking about niall, about his skin, his smell, his hair, his voice, his eyes, there’s a knock at your door. interrupting your train of though, your warmth, your comfort.

you groan, burying your face deeper into the pillow, deciding to completely ignore whatever it was, in favour of staying cozy. but there’s another knock. and another. and you figure something must be going on.

so you begrudgingly decide to haul yourself out of bed, stumbling down the stairs, in just your tanktop and sleep shorts, too annoyed to really care, rounding the corner to your door, and spotting niall through the window.

you furrow your eyebrows, rushing a bit more to open the door, swinging it open, and looking him over, “what the- who- how did you find my house ?”

“really weren’t kidding when you said you lived in a small town,” niall chuckles, shaking his head. “went to the one store, asked if they knew you, and they just told me where you lived. are you sure you’re safe living here ?” he asks incredulously. “that seemed way too easy.”

you giggle, leaning against the door, biting your lip, “m’fine here, ni. dont have to worry about me. what are you even doing here though ?”

“told you i’d come find you,” he says, confusion showing on his features, as if that obviously meant he was just going to pop into your town.

“i didn’t think you meant this,” you laugh, stepping aside, as you fully realized that niall is still standing outside, and you had yet to make a move to let him in. “fuck, sorry, come in,” you add lightheartedly.

niall takes your invitation, making his way in, dropping a small duffel bag by his feet in the entranceway. once his hands are freed, he turns to you, arms reaching out to wrap around your body, face burying in your neck, breathing you in.

as your hand settles into his hair, the other wrapped around his back, over his shoulder, niall takes in your appearance, cooing apologetically, “did i wake you ?”

“no,” you murmur, shaking your head, explaining “was just enjoying the extra time in bed.”

“please dont let me stop you,” niall hums, pulling away from you, turning you away from him, hands settling on your hips. “lead the way, petal.”

you smile, leaning back into him, niall’s arms wrapping around your chest, as you lead him down the hall, up the stairs, and to your bedroom.

niall takes the opportunity to look around, eyes gazing quickly over as many things as he can, smiling as he notices photos on the wall, plants on the windowsill, before his stare falls onto you, sitting on your bed, surrounded by a mountain of blankets and pillows.

he smiles, making his way over to you, crawling onto the mattress, hovering above you, fingertip grazing down your cheek, murmuring quietly “you’re so beautiful.”

you feel the warmth rising on your cheeks, biting on your lip to hold back the huge smile that’s waiting to burst. as your irises make contact with his, you swear you feel yourself melt. something about this moment feels different. freer in a way.

“what’s on your mind, pretty girl ?” niall hums, resting on his elbows above you, his thumb lightly stroking your cheek.

“i still don’t understand why exactly you’re here,” you explain, adding cheekily, “not that i’m complaining. i’m just confused is all.”

“because there’s nowhere i’d rather be,” niall whispers, nose gently gliding against your own. “besides, i did what i needed to do. m’all yours now.”

“what does that mean ?” you ask, somehow more confused, eyebrows furrowing, as you look up at him.

“christ, petal, thought it was obvious when we talked in vegas,” he chuckles, shaking his head. “went home, had a fuckin painfully long talk. we broke up,” he says as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “spent the week dealing with lawyers, banks, start all the crap that needs to be done.”

“you broke up ?” you whisper incredulously, mouth agape, looking up at him, a bit shellshocked.

niall giggles, pecking over your lips, “s’been you since the moment we met. i was so fuckin daft, petal. i want you to be able to properly trust me. i want you to know that i’m here for you. that i want nothing more than to be with you,” he explains. “i dont want to start over, because we have some of the most amazing memories. but i want us to have the opportunity to start doing this right. admit our feelings freely. because i fuckin love you petal,” he blurts out, a little unexpected even to himself.

he probably shouldn’t have told you like that. probably should have waited for a better moment. probably should have waited to even just know where you’re head’s at. but he also doesn’t want to second guess himself anymore. he’s always felt it, deep in his bones, in his blood, that there’s a special connection with you. and he doesn’t want to hide any part of that anymore.

but now that he’s watching your brain reeling, processing this large drop of information, he may be regretting it. niall can feel his heart rate pick up, can feel his breathing getting shallower, just as he can hear your soft voice perking up, “i love you too, niall.”

and just like that, he swears his world has stopped. the earth has surely stopped turning. his ears are ringing, fingertips tingling. everything just paused. with his brain still catching up, niall’s body takes over, lips mingling with yours in a slow, heated kiss.

your hands immediately wind their way through his hair, holding him as close as possible, in an attempt to make the kiss last as long as you can.

“love you so much, fuck, so much,” niall breathes against your lips, dipping back in to kiss you more and more. he couldn’t get enough, and thankfully neither could you.

“was always you,” he mumbles, so incredibly lost in you, as his lips leave yours, in favour of trailing kisses to your chin, and down the column of your throat, nipping and sucking tiny bruises, “was always fuckin you, petal.”

“niall,” you whimper, biting your lip hard, hands fisting the sheets, trying your best not to ruin the sweet moment by grinding into him. which is proving to be more and more difficult, the more he moves over you, now down to your breasts.

with your tanktop straps halfway down your arms, breasts now exposed, niall’s tongue skillfully working over your nipple in an effort to pebble it, before moving onto the other, “getting needy aren’t ya, pup ? you’re already whining for me.”

“want you,” you whine breathily, the realization that, depending on how this will work in the long run, you essentially have access to niall whenever you want, going forward. there’s nothing to hide from anymore.

“you got me, love. m’right here. not going anywhere,” he coos, mouth working its way back up to yours, teeth and tongue clashing as he can’t make up his mind, much too engrossed in the feeling of you to really notice.

“can i- please, just-“ niall groans, his hardening length rolling against your hip, as his hand shimmies it’s way between both your bodies, falling on your sleep shorts, fingertips dancing along your inner thighs.

“do something, please,” you breathe, whining, “need to feel close to you, ni.”

and well, niall really didn’t need to hear anything more, fingers slipping your shorts over to the side, creating an access for himself, as his knuckles graze over your dripping pussy.

“fuckin hell, sweet girl, you’re already so wet. bet i could slide my cock inside you without any prep,” he hums against your ear, tongue darting out to lick along the shell of your ear, his breathing ragged.

“please. please try,” you hum, hips rolling up into him, niall’s fingers bumping against your clit in the process, eliciting a loud moan.

“yeah ?” he groans, biting your earlobe, tugging on it as far as he can. “want it to sting a little ? want me to just thrust my way into you ?”

“please,” you repeat, honestly wanting nothing more than to just feel him. you were right earlier, there was something different about this time. without any outside forces, without any inner denial on both your parts, the feelings were amplified.

“christ, puppy, anything for you,” he groans, slipping his cock out of his pants, lining himself right up with your centre, slowly breaching your entrance.

a shudder works its way through your body, breathy moan escaping your lips. there was something even hotter about both you still being fully clothed. it somehow turned you on more. maybe it was the intense need, the impulsivity of it all.

“fuck, fuck, you’re tight,” niall moans, his face tucked into your neck, working on composing himself. the intensity was affecting him as well. and as much as niall’s held it together so far, the incredible need to bury himself inside you and stay there forever, was getting stronger and stronger by the minute.

but with patience, he’s slowly worked his way in, now seethed inside you, breathing coming through in ragged breaths.

“so good ni,” you gasp, feeling the tip of his cock settled as deep as he can go, your pussy clenching over him, trying to suck him in further. “love you, love you so fucking much.

niall groans, his head lifting from your neck, forehead resting on yours, eyes finding your own, “v’never felt so much. fuck, s’crazy.”

you nod in understanding, not many other ways to explain it, but you know exactly what he means. you feel it too. your entire body is prickling, skin on fire, lungs burning, and you dont want it to stop for a second.

your brain feels like it’s short circuited, electricity zapping about in your head in an uncoordinated mess. the only real anchor your body had to this moment was the weight of niall’s cock inside you.

“please move,” you whimper, trying to wiggle your hips unsuccessfully under the weight of him.

niall’s lips collide with yours, hips beginning a slow rolling motion, his member gliding deliciously through your weeping folds, satiating the desire running through your blood.

he keeps it slow, wanting to feel every ridge, every bump, every bit of smooth expanse of your inner walls. niall is revelling in it. marking every bit to his memory. and although he knew, and loved, your cunt before, he never fully let himself appreciate it quite as much as he is this time.

and now that nothing stands in his way, now that he feels in his bones that he’s not going to get hurt, he gives into it. truly lets himself let go. and if he thought you made him feel good before, he was sadly mistaken. because this, this is the best he’s ever felt.

he can hear your moans getting louder, even with the muffling provided by his own mouth, he can feel your thighs twitching for more. he knows the slow pace drives you absolutely wild, has seen you give him some of the best orgasms because of it.

so he keeps it up, drags his cock expertly against your sweet spot, making sure to angle himself to roll against your clit with every thrust.

he watches your head roll back, his mouth suctioning to your throat at the presented opportunity, “want you to cum, pup. want to feel you, want to hear you. and then, fuck, then want to do it over and over again for the rest of our lives.”

you groan, nodding, a string of pleases and yeses leaving your kiss swollen lips, your cunt starting to shutter around his cock.

“that’s it yeah ? that’s what’s gonna make you cum, isn’t it ?” niall groans. “wanna hear about how i’ll take care of you ? how m��gonna make you feel good for the rest of your life ? gonna choke you, tie you up, make you squirt. fuck, taste your pretty cunt every fuckin day until i die.”

you hated to admit it, but he was right. it was gonna make you cum. it was working right this second, as you feel the overpowering heat in your tummy buildup to its breaking point. moaning loudly, you bury your face in niall’s hair, body trembling as your muscles seize, nails ripping their way down his back.

“fuck, fuck yes,” niall groans, feeling the sting of your nails, mixed with the crushing smoothness of your cunt, focusing on breathing, so as not to cum quite yet.

“my beautiful petal. my fuckin dirty little pup. my love. for the rest of our lives.”

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love you all ✌️

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nnight-dances · 1 year ago

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HOW YOU FALL FOR SEVETEEN (FT. MY FAVORITES LINE)

the title is self-explanatory but also a complete lie, i love all the members so much but thanks to it being like my first month as a seventeen enjoyer, i only so much about so many members. this is purely self-indulgent so feel free to let me know how insane i sound and also, if i messed up their personalities.

as mentioned before, jeonghan is my favorite and thus, you can see how i’m being particularly mean to him. hate is my love language <3 also, someone please teach me how to write scoups because i love the man so much (no idc if he’s like a decade older than me) but could not bring myself to write anything for him. thanks, friends and foes!

jeonghan

…unrequited love probably? LMAO sorry but he’s my bias and i am convinced his standards are really, really high. like you’d have to discover and name a new continent after him before he looks your way.

okay, i’ll stop being mean and start being more delusional: a strangers to lovers maybe? because i feel like he’d be fascinated by you at first so he’d get to know you slowly. you’re wary of him when he tries to get closer to you,, because like… why is this sly devil of a man throwing you eye smiles left and right?

anyways, the moment you let your guard down around him, he’d invade every waking thought you have until you don’t have a choice but to rant to him… about him. yes, he’d watch with a smug smile on his face, as if he’d planned every second of this, and patiently wait for you to finish before leaning in and kissing you because apparently, his feelings were “obvious enough” (his words when you shriek away from him)

mingyu

best friends to lovers, for sure (and i imagine it’d be something like this)

it’s because even though he’s extroverted, i just feel like he’s still pretty reserved and so i think it’d take a long time of knowing him to be intimate enough to be a lover?

he wouldn’t have being anything more than friends for a long time because he enjoys the space of a friendship and he thinks of it as a test for how well the two of you can work out. mans taking this way too seriously but it pays off when one day he gets to call himself your boyfriend.

be careful though, i feel like timing matters a lot with him, and if you get it wrong…

hoshi

ummm this one is hard because the possibilities with hoshi are so endless?? anything could works?? he’s just so loveable that any way you meet him would be so precious

but since he’s introverted, i feel like with him it’d take a long to move on from one phase to another just because both of you are unwilling to budge. like it’s a waiting game with you guys where both of you are constantly dropping hints and neither is picking anything up.

so i’m thinking a fake dating situation for some external pressure that slowly reveals how comfortable pretending to date hoshi seems… maybe because you’ve always been a little more than friends….?

oh god, another loveable one, someone save me… um but in full seriousness, he’s so sweet i can’t imagine anything that wouldn’t work with him

but i’m leaning toward idiots to lovers with a LOT OF mutual pining because neither of you can tell if the other is flirting or just that nice to everyone (spoiler: you both suck at flirting so the fact that the possibility is even being discussed in the slightest… yeah, you’re down bad for each other)

idk he’d be so easy to fall for that even if you’re not generally too good-natured, it’d take everything to not go the extra mile for dk

the8

academic rivals to lovers is soooooo enticing with this one,, because you’d have to match him point to point for his pretentious but wise tendencies to keep up in a romantic relationship

and like, tell me if i’m wrong, but it’d be clear from the beginning that the two of you transcended the boundaries of friends because you’d dwell on the others’ actions for wayy too long for it be friendly banter or even genuinely malicious scheming

just takes you a frustratingly long time to smooth out the feelings because you know you want to maintain a slightly hostile tone when it comes to him or your life would lose all meaning and stimulation

wonwoo

listen … i’m considering one-sided love to lovers? because how could you not fall for wonwoo when you first get to know him? he’s just weirdly good at everything… and so calm

but when you let him know your feelings, i think he’d be so awkward about rejecting you (maybe because doesn’t truly want to) and you’d catch on pretty quick

fast forward to a few months and you’re still friends with him because well… he’s way too captivating for you to leave. so you’ve been pining from the sidelines for a while until wonwoo wakes up one day with the sudden awakening that he enjoys your company as something more than friendship

yeah, took him long enough, but he’s so sweet when he confesses that your heart breaks a little. he apologizes to the verge of tears for making you wait? and thanks you for not abandoning him? and then shyly admits that those things just made him fall for you more.

joshua

you don’t understand. there is nothing but an enemies to lovers in store with this one because he looks so normal that you unsuspectingly try to befriend him, only to be shocked by his attitude. he’s a little bitch. and for what.

for one, he’s so hard to understand, only showing the slightest surface of his personality and when he does,,, well, your head’s suddenly throbbing because what the fuck. someone restrain this man.

no but you’re always ready to fight him especially because he makes it his life mission to follow you around and one thing leads to another until he’s … um in love.

you promise you have an out of body experience when he tells you he’s in love with you, showing unprecedented seriousness, and his sincerity alone would’ve been enough to woo you

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yandere-daze · 1 year ago

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Congratulations on the 3k milestone!! Your writing is so lovely, you completely deserve it ❤️❤️

Could I request Shu and Ibara with a male or gn s/o out on a date and they offer to buy every thing Shu/Ibara even just glance at in shops? And despite the idols’ protests, s/o bought a good half of the things for them anyways. And the next day after the date, they find the rest of the stuff on their doorstep. S/o is just absolutely smitten for them, but does put in actual effort to the relationship besides materialistic matters. Thank you!

Heya, thank you!! ☺️ Sorry for the wait, I hope you enjoy!

gn reader

no warnings

Buying out the whole store!

You´ve been dating Shu for quite some time and thus you´ve learned of Shu´s passion for the arts and anything that includes. You love watching him admire different fabrics in his favorite shops and listening to him rant about all the little details that make them special. You´re just happy seeing your boyfriend in his element and you can´t help but want to support him in his endeavors

Though Shu comes from a wealthy family, he doesn´t have a very good relationship with his parents and thus would hate having to call them up for any favors because he´s in need of money. Because of this, you would often have to watch him part ways with a certain piece of fabric he had been fascinated with or an especially beautiful antique doll that had caught his eye, muttering about how he would have to focus on what Valkyrie needs at the moment

You can see how painful it is for him to part with these things he clearly wants and so one day, you decide to indulge him as best as you can. You do have quite a lot of money to spend like this and there´s nothing else you would rather spend it on than making your boyfriend happy

So when Shu´s about to leave the collection of antique dolls that had been abandoned by their owners, shouting about how this is a giant tragedy? You pull him back by his hand and lead him back into the store, ignoring his little shout about why you´re pulling his hand like that

His eyes go wide when you walk up to the counter and cheerfully tell the store owner that you would like to buy all the dolls on display. He´s completely in disbelief, not sure that what he´s seeing is actually happening

He´s definitely happy to have the dolls, seeing as he really wanted them, but he will ask you if you really want to spend that much money on him. He´s a bit concerned but will utter that in his own Shu-way

"I cannot believe you bought all of these dolls just like that. Do you truly have enough money to be spending it like this? Well, I presume I am quite grateful that you would do this to me..."

He´s definitely blushing a bit when you reassure him that this is what you want to do with your money. You want him to be happy

He´s a bit awkward when he tells you that he would still love you even if you didn´t have this sort of money

Buying out the whole store!

If this had been anyone else, Ibara would have been very wary of the possible motives of buying him whatever he wanted. He would have taken as much advantage of the situation as he could while anticipating some kind of scheme the other person might be trying to pull. He´s well-versed in the business world and how crummy CEOs or investors operate and so he´s certain he would be able to see through a scheme like that. After all, who would ever spend a lot of money on someone without expecting anything in return?

You, apparently.

It had taken a long time for Ibara to come to terms with the fact that there were people who were looking out for him and wanting the best for him the goodness of their heart and not to get some sort of benefit out of it. Both Eden and of course you have become very important parts of his life, people that he could rely on and that he knows are on his side.

He doesn´t like to expose this vulnerable side to others though, his childhood in the military still making him averse to showing any kind of weakness to anybody. A weakness can be exploited.

And yet, when you walk up to him with a big smile on your face, telling him that you bought him the item he had secretly been eyeing all week, he can´t help but let a genuine smile slip as well.

The money wasn´t the issue. He would have been more than capable of buying it himself with the amount of money he had amassed running Cospro. But in this, it´s the thought that matters.

You had been paying attention to him, you had noticed what he had been interested in and you went out of your way to go back and buy it for him without expecting anything in return. You had truly spent a lot of money just now buying all these things for him, but for once the actual monetary value was not what mattered to Ibara

You had done that for him, not because of some ulterior motive, but because you wanted to do something nice for him.

It´s a foreign feeling to him, to know that someone genuinely wishes for his happiness every day, and the thought makes him feel weak.

But Ibara doesn´t mind feeling weak if he can be by your side

#ensemble stars #enstars #ibara saegusa #shu itsuki #ibara saegusa x reader #shu itsuki x reader #eden #valkyrie #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #gn reader

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yuyan · 2 years ago

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"Love?"

{Requests: open}

Pairing: Kaveh x reader

Genre: Fluffy fluff fluff with a lil angst at the end dw about it

TW: Reader is dead

CW: Reader is an artist/writer, Kaveh is a lil insecure, reader comforts Kaveh

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"Hey, why do you love me?" Kaveh mumbled as he dug his head in the crook of your neck, holding you as if you would disappear if he let go.

"Hm? Why do I love you?" you repeat his question, pondering on which of the thousands of reasons flooding your brain you should state. You stared at the ceiling for a moment as you collected your thoughts and then stared back at him with a soft smile on your face. He looked adorable.

"Well, I think there's too many reasons but I can list a few for you," you said, running your fingers through his blonde locks. "First reason is that you're super cute," you said, continuing with a small giggle, "your overdramatic self is endearing and super cute to me."

You felt him smile against your neck so you continued. "Second of all, you're super creative and I think that your creativity not only makes the world around you so interesting but it also shows how intelligent you are, despite how the akedemiya thinks about the arts." "The way you view the world inspires me and it makes our life so much more interesting, especially when you go on those really cute rants about your ideas and how you listen to mine." "Your creativity shows how's intelligent you are to be able to come up with such extravagant ideas and I love you for it."

Kaveh looks up and stares into your eyes for a second. The room was dark but he swore your eyes sparkled anyways. "Is that all?" he asked, in a playfully moody way but you could still make out him beaming in the darkness-mood definitely lifted. He thanked the absence of light silently for it hid from you the rosy blush that dusted his cheeks.

"Well," you start, "there's a lot more but I'll give you one last reason." "I love you because you listen to my rants no matter how silly my ideas are and you indulge me in all my little fantasies that I paint or write," you said, holding him a little closer. "You're there for me, with me when I'm upset or have writers or art block while everyone else would probably tell me I should be writing a boring essay." You kiss his nose. His eyes crinkle and his nose scrunches up a little as he lets out a giggle. "I love you Kaveh."

"I love you too."

A blanket of silence covered the room as you and your lover laid in your bed, in peace, holding each other, for Kaveh never wanted to let go. Even when your body felt cold and all the colour drained from your face, he didn't want to leave. Even when you stopped breathing 5 years ago and all that was left was your ghost and his tears.

╰┈➤ A/n: OK LOOK LISTEN I DID NOT MEAN TO MAKE IT SAD AT THE END. This was supposed to be pure fluff and then I finished it off the next day cause I needed to sleep and uh yeah the brilliant idea of reader dying came into my head. Im sorry.

Masterlist

#kaveh x reader #kaveh x y/n #kaveh x you #gn reader #x reader #geshin impact #genshin fanfiction #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #angst #fluff #yuyan writes #kaveh angst #kaveh fluff #idk what came over me ok #dont mind the angst #I love kaveh I promise

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starryylies · 9 months ago

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Hiii omg !! I love your writing smsm !! The way you write is so real and similar to the way that I do and I get way too self conscious to post so I made a blog separate from my old one for hopefully publishing stories !! Smut usually makes me uncomfortable but yours feels like it's happening between real people if that makes sense. Like some people write their stories and it never feels like people really say those things but I love your writing sm- 🫀

OMG HELLO!!! I’m so so so so so sorry for replying late, the last few days are hectic cuz of exams ahh my f the result showing :(

And like I think this is one of the best compliments I’ve received regarding my works. I often felt like I was pushing it or smtn cuz I don’t really have ‘experience’ like I’ve only fantasised or thought about it. so I always thought I was fucking up but this is one of the best thing ever, thank you so much

And I get wym when I read about Nsfw stuff I always feel uneasy, not because it’s badly written it’s because it seems so perfect.

From what I’ve learned from others regarding their real life experiences is that sex is not perfect apparently it’s very goofy many times cuz half the time you kinda fuck up but they say it’s ok.

Plus I guess I’ve always felt lacking or have insecurities regarding my body/looks so I try my best to insert the embarrassment/insecurity in my fics accompanied w/ praise. (It’s very self indulgent tbh)

And also I get it, even I get really self conscious like whenever i post all I can think of is how many likes or how many people will like it and all but I still do it anyways even if I think my post will not do well I still post cuz like if I won’t try I won’t know. And after I post I try (try: keyword) to keep my phone away so I don’t constantly check the amount of likes. This helps me I hope it can help u too but If it doesn’t it’s ok!! My chats are always open

So yea sorry for ranting but thank u so much and if anyone has smut suggestions pls do send. And like again thank you so much my day wasn’t that good hearing this made me feel so much better, you really don’t know how thankful I am to all of you guys who like my work.

THANK YOU TO ALL OF YOU GUYS AS WELL

And thank you I hope you have an awesome day 🩷

#cod mw2 #simon riley #ghost mw2 #john price #cod #tf141 #asks #ask

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cybrsan · 1 year ago

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Hello, I want to join your 100 followers ask/prompts game. Congratulations on your 100 followers! 🥳👏🏼

Can I request for an angst drabble please? The numbers that I chose is 25, 29, 34. The Ateez member is Jongho. Because we need more angst Jongho.

Thank you! 🤎🫶🏼

Thank you so much! And thank you for requesting <3

Prompts: 25. “It hurts…” “What?” “Loving someone who doesn’t love you…” + 29. "Just because you can doesn’t mean you should." + 34. "Why are you so cold?" Pairing: Best Friend!Jongho x F!Reader Genre: Angst Word Count: <1kTags/warnings: Hidden feelings, miscommunication

Rules for requesting can be found here and my masterlist can be found here.

You sigh and toss your phone aside, collapsing back against the couch cushions. What is wrong with men these days? Does no one know how to hold a proper conversation anymore? All you want is someone who understands you and at least pretends to be interested in what you have to say. But, apparently, asking for a guy who doesn’t blabber on and on about himself for hours is too much.

You look over to Jongho, your best friend, who is currently sprawled out on the extended part of the couch and watching his new drama of choice. You wait a moment, expecting him to ask about what’s bothering you, but he never even looks away from the screen. You sigh again, more dramatically this time. Finally, he gives in with a roll of his eyes and pauses his show.

“What is it this time? That Yeonjun guy boring you already?”

Happy he’s indulging you, you grin and move closer to him, positioning yourself so that your head is on his lap. His fingers immediately find your hair, playing with it as you rant.

“Yes! I am so tired of the guys on these dating apps; either they have no personality or are totally obsessed with themselves. I should just give up and go hook up with someone.”

“Just because you can doesn’t mean you should. I thought you swore off meaningless sex because you finally wanted a real relationship?”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” You look up at him through your lashes and pout. “Maybe I’m just not meant for love. What’s all the hype for anyway? Most of the time, it just ends up with someone’s heart being broken.”

Jongho pretends to shiver. “Is your heart made of ice or something? Why are you so cold?”

You scoff and swat at his chest. “Hey, I’m not that bad. But, seriously, is it even worth it? Love and all that?”

“I don’t know,” Jongho muses, letting your hair drop from his fingers and just resting his hand atop your head. “It hurts.”

“What?”

“Loving someone who doesn’t love you back. Love in general, I guess.”

You quirk an eyebrow. “Oh? And what would Mr. Chronically Single know about all of that?”

He looks down at you, eyes dark with an emotion you can’t decipher. He almost looks… pained for some reason, and it makes your heart hurt. You instinctively go to reach out to him but, next thing you know, he smoothes out his expression and gently pushes you off of his lap.

“Forget it,” he says, pressing play on the remote. “I want to finish this episode.”

“Oh. Right, sorry.”

You return to the opposite side of the couch, curling in on yourself. The room suddenly feels suffocating, so you grab your phone again and make plans with a friend to go to a club. Jongho barely acknowledges you as you leave, and you can’t help but feel guilty without knowing why.

#choi jongho x reader #jongho x reader #ateez x reader #ateez angst #ateez fic #ateez imagines #jongho angst #jongho imagines #ateez requests #my fic #100 followers #choi jongho drabbles #jongho drabble #jongho drabbles #choi jongho imagine #choi jongho drabble #choi jongho angst #michi.req #toolovelyforyou

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duskier · 11 months ago

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frothing at the mouth over mommy kink laswell thank you for feeding the queers (me) because as much as I love men the women of cod need love too and as a happy girlnt love girls im frothing at the miuth and chewing on your writing like a dog at any given opportunity

I feel the same about mommy kink as gator does, it feels like it's less normalized and somehow more taboo. I'm somewhat able to post cannibal kink fics but then when I posted that mommy kink post I legit was so close to deleting it I was overthinking like hell!! And it SUCKS bc that's one of my biggest kinks!

I wanna write more for the wlw out there <33 more toxic Valeria, mommy Laswell, fluffy angsty smut for Farah. Making all the 141 girls and making them kiss sloppy for my own indulgent wants.

I also want to write more content that's queer in general!! If any ppl out there want to give me more queer reader requests please do so. Writing about the ftm reader the other day was very cathartic as I got to really funnel in my experiences as a transmasculine person who's been on T.

Anyways sorry for taking your very sweet and delightful ask and making it into a rant I love u very much and I hope you're having a wonderful day / night. Pls come chew on my writing anytime <33

#noel.haps #i luv u anon kissing u so hard rn

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lavenderbang · 11 months ago

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Are We Just Friends?

Best Friend! Kim Taeyoung x reader

Genre(s): Best Friend to lovers, non-idol au, fluff I guess??? some angst because I couldn’t resist, Maybe slightly suggestive if you squint, and mentions of some of the other members of cravity

Warning(s): swearing, weed use, but that’s about it

Summary: Your best friend invites you to hang out late at night; that’s expected, since you usually hang out at night, but what you didn’t you didn’t expect was him to tell you something that has been on his mind recently

A/N: I AM IN LOVE WITH KIM TAEYOUNG. Okay but actually, I just really wanted to write this because I’m a self-indulgent fic writer and I want to hang out with Youngtae so badly bruh... So I’m writing this now. I hope you enjoy :)

HE IS SO PRETTY !!!!

Dumbass: I’m outside loser :p

You quickly slipped your old fleece jacket on before stepping out into the crisp cool night. It was late; later than you would usually hang out.

But with Taeyoung’s busy work schedule, you were just glad you were able to go see him. His junky grey car sat idling beside the curb; you could always hear it before you could see it, probably due to the shitty transmission or problems with the wheel bearings that Taeyoung didn’t have the money to fix.

He worked at your town’s local grocery store, mostly stocking shelves. He said it was only until he could find something better, but three years later he still spends almost everyday arranging boxes in the back and accounting for the shipments.

“Hey nerd, what’s the plan?” You said stepping into the car and closing the door behind you. He was wearing a simple black tee-shirt and a pair of baggy jeans. He also had the bracelet you gave him for his birthday wrapped around his wrist. It was a simple silver chain, but you had an almost identical one that you wore everyday.

“Wow, not even a ‘how are you’?” Taeyoung huffed, shaking his head playfully at you, “Straight to business I see...” You couldn’t help the smile the crept up onto you face as you rolled you eyes at him.

“Okay sorry,” You said sarcastically, going to buckle up your seat belt, “How are you?” “I’m good, thanks for asking.” Taeyoung said flatly, grinning softly at you before putting his hands on his steering wheel, “Is it okay if we go down to the river? Or is it too spooky for you this late?”

You lived in a small town out in the middle of nowhere; the population was low, mostly just families that had been there for generations and the occasional newcomer coming in for work. It was tucked up in the hills and surrounded by woods; It also bordered a river, which was a hot spot for people to visit in the summer to escape the blistering heat. Even though it wasn’t too hot now, it would still be nice to sit out there in the shroud of night and get a nice summer breeze off the edge of the water.

“That sounds fine dude,” You replied, tugging at the sleeves of your jacket, “But it wouldn’t be this late if you would have invited me out sooner.”

“Sorry, some of us have a job.” Taeyoung scoffed, putting his car in drive and pulling away from your house. Without looking away from the road, he tosses his phone into your lap, “You have to DJ because I have to make sure we don’t hit anything.”

“roger that.” You hummed, scrolling through Taeyoung’s Spotify to press shuffle on a playlist titled ‘The Jams’. The song didn’t really matter, since it was just background noise anyways.

“How was work today? You were there pretty late tonight huh?” You asked only for Taeyoung to groan dramatically.

“For some reason, Serim’s dad ordered a double shipment of a bunch of our items, so I had spent ages counting them out,” Taeyoung huffed, stopping at a red light and turning to you, “Why did he do that to me?! When Serim hooked me up with this shitty job at his dad’s grocery store, I thought it was supposed to be fun!”

Taeyoung started waving his hands around as he ranted. You couldn’t help but grin; it was a habit he had that you noticed almost immediately after becoming friends. You think it must just be from him getting too worked up over stuff, because you also noticed he did it when he was excited as well.

“I thought I was supposed to be chill because Mr. Park has always been super chill when we go to their house to hang.” Taeyoung continued, “But nooo! When I work for him, he orders a double shipment out of the blue or asks me to count everything again ‘just to be sure’. I swear he purposely makes me stay longer at work.”

“Youngtae,” You hummed, pointing out the front window at the traffic lights, “Green.” Taeyoung let out a sigh before pressing on the gas.

“If you hate it so much, why do you stay working there?” You asked, rolling down the window to let the cool night air in. Taeyoung approaches the edge of town, turning down the dirt road that would lead you both to the river bank.

“I heard the gas station Minhee work at is looking for someone. You could ask him to help you out.” You suggested, earning a “mmh-hmm” in response from Taeyoung.

“Maybe, but I’m pretty sure the owner hates me for shoplifting candies when we were in middle school.” He said sheepishly, cringing at the memory and pulling off the road; he drove through the long grass to the edge of the river before putting his car in park.

“Besides, I don’t want to be in this hellhole for much longer.” Taeyoung confessed, turning his car off and taking his seat belt off.

“No?” You replied, taking your seat belt off too, opting to lean the seat back a bit more before continuing in a teasing tone, “This place doesn’t tickle your fancy?”

“Not at all,” Taeyoung chuckled, pushing his dark hair out of his face, “You guys made being here manageable, but I can’t stand being here. I feel like I’m going to be stuck.”

“I get that,” You said, staring at your hands in your lap, “We all feel the same, I think...”

“Do you have your pen on you?” Taeyoung suddenly asked. You silently pulled it out of your pocket and handed it to him. He takes a hit of it before frowning.

“What flavour of cart is this? It tastes like ass.” Taeyoung complained, handing the dab pen back to you. You take a hit of it too, humming as you let the smoke fill your lungs.

“Its blackberry I think..?” You replied, bringing the pen up to your eyes to look at it. You shrug, taking another hit of it, “I wanted to try something new. Besides, it’ s not that bad.”

Taeyoung took it from your grasp before placing it between his lips. His eyebrows furrowed as he inhaled with a disgusted look on his face.

“Remind me to never buy blackberry.” He grumbled, giving it back to you as you giggled at him. The two of you sat in silence for a moment. You glanced at Taeyoung’s side profile, as he was seemingly staring out into nothingness.

“Did you hear Seongmin got into university?” Taeyoung broke the silence, and you nodded. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel while thinking, before leaning back, “I’m happy for him. He moves into the city sometime at the end of august. He asked me and a few of the guys if we’ll drive him in and help him move stuff into the dorm.”

“That’s really wonderful for him,” You said genuinely, eyes drifting away from Taeyoung to look out to where he was staring at. You could see the reflection of the water from the light of the moon, as it was pretty clear that night. You turned back to Taeyoung, trying to read his expression, “don’t you think its wonderful?”

“Yeah, of course.” Taeyoung said, smiling at you weakly before taking a deep breath, “Its just... I’ll miss him, y’know? I think it’s one of the big reason I haven’t left yet. I’d miss you guys too much...”

“Yeah, I understand what you mean.” You said, looking out your open window, “But I think it’ll be okay.”

Taeyoung looked at you, but you were leaned away from him against the window, closing your eyes just to bask in the night atmosphere. He could barely see you in this light, but your figure looked calm and relaxed in the light of the moon.

“You’re not worried about drifting apart?” Taeyoung asked, anxiety laced through his tone as he fidgeted in his seat. You glanced at him before sitting up in your seat.

“Not at all.” You said simply, smiling softly and brushing your hand through your hair, “I think if we all put in a effort to talk or text regularly, no distance could force our little group apart.”

You turn to face Taeyoung, who chewed his bottom lip nervously. His eyes shone like diamonds from the reflection of the sky, and you couldn’t help the grin that came across your face.

“It’s all about doing your part to nurture the relationship, y’know?” You concluded, taking your pen out and having one last hit of it before throwing it haphazardly in the cup holder.

“I guess you’re right... I’m just scared because it’ll be really different.” Taeyoung hummed. He picked at his nails, peeling the polish you did a week ago off them.

“Different doesn’t mean bad,” You replied, before smiling playfully and grabbing his hand to stop him from picking off the nail polish, “Hey, don’t pick off all my hard work!” Taeyoung chuckled at you, looking down at his fingernails and then back at you.

“Sorry.” He said and laced his fingers in between yours, “You’re right. everything will be okay. Besides, we will all move at some point, right?” You hummed in agreement, turning to look out the window again at the river.

Taeyoung’s hand was warm in yours; he felt clammy from the summer humidity, but it fit almost perfectly in yours. Like it was meant to belong there...

You sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments, nothing heard but the sound of crickets in the reeds by the river and the quiet melody of the song playing on Taeyoung’s phone.

That’s how it was with Taeyoung, comfortable.

You and him had always been close, you’d even go as far as saying he was your best friend in your little group of friends. But more recently, you’d been feeling a bit awkward around Taeyoung after an incident that happened that planted this annoying thought in the back of your head...

Jungmo had a party about a month ago at his house; His parents were out of town that weekend, so of course all of your friends were invited, plus a few other people you graduated with. Well, of course that lead to a bunch more people showing up (people you didn’t really know), but nobody really minded at the end of the day, since the more the merrier for it.

You, Taeyoung and a few of your other friends were sitting out in the backyard, overall having a good time. There were a few other people around, but you didn’t really notice to much; you were absolutely high at the time, as was Taeyoung and the boys from your friend group which were sitting with you.

“No you’re not listening to me (Y/N)!” Woobin shouted, taking slow, long blinks while putting his hands up in defense, “You would need to go to the boat, Like they do in the movie.”

“no no! I’d just swim around until the flood ended,” You argued, crossing your arms, “Besides, they didn’t even get to the boat in the movie, they just stood up on a rock and the water went away.”

“But the water only went away because of that dumbass squirrel and it’s acorn!” Woobin said with a huff, “Besides, you’ll get tired after swimming for a while. The only way to survive is getting on the boat.”

“What are you two arguing over? I can hear you yelling from inside...” Allen said with a drunken giggle, closing the patio door behind him as he sat down and cracked open the can of beer in his hand.

“How we would survive if we were in Ice Age, The Meltdown.” Taeyoung explained, grinning as he tossed his dab pen to Allen, “Ruby insists you’d die without getting to the boat and (Y/N) thinks they could just swim around until the water went away.”

“You’re both wrong and stupid,” Wonjin said playfully, wagging his finger around the circle before tapping on his head, “I’d just climb up onto the ice wall honestly.” You all let out exclamations in protest, talking about the water coming from the ice wall and Allen let out a hearty laugh at your antics.

“Youngtae,” You huffed in a whiny voice, leaning your head on his shoulder and sticking your lip out in a pout, “You think I could swim to survive, right?”

“If we are going based on the events of the movie,” Taeyoung hummed, tapping his chin clumsily while pretending to think, “I think you could swim for long enough to survive.”

“Ha!” You shouted, sticking your finger in Woobin’s face with a satisfied smile, “See? Youngtae agrees with me, which means I win!” You giggled happily and leaned more into Taeyoung, who slung his arm around your shoulder lazily.

“Whatever, I’m not listening to dumb and dumber.” Woobin said while rolling his eyes. You and Taeyoung immediately began bicker on who was dumb and who was dumber.

“I’m going in to get something to eat, anyone wanna come or need me to bring anything?” Woobin stood from his spot on the lawn and stretching his arms up over his head. Wonjin murmured something about chips while laying on his back and counting the blades of grass near his face. Allen shook his head no, before taking a sip of the drink he had in his hand.

“I wanna come! I have to pee anyways.” Taeyoung cheered, lifting you off of him to stand up. You grabbed onto Taeyoung’s arm and asked for a drink of water, to which Taeyoung acknowledged with a ‘roger that!’; then the two boys went inside, closing the patio door behind them leaving you with Wonjin and Allen and the few strangers from before. It was a girl you didn’t recognize accompanied by a guy you went to high school with, but didn’t really talk to, since he was a few grades above you.

“Hey guys, I think I took too much weed.” Wonjin said with a sigh, flicking the grass lazily, “My eyes feel like they are made of liquid and my body feels like it weighs a million pounds.”

“My mouth is just super dry...” You said, smacking your lips and touching your tongue with your index finger, “My thongue theels like thandpaper”

“You guys should have just had alcohol instead then,” Allen boasted, grabbing your arm to take your finger out of your mouth. He let out a little giggle, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully, “I mean, I had waaaaaayyy too much so I’m not any better off.”

“You probably came outside to make sure you didn’t puke on Jungmo’s carpet...” You hummed, earning a ‘bingo’ from Allen, who chuckled along with you before taking another swig from his beer and then setting the can down in the grass.

“You’ll be fine, Taeyoung is bringing you water for your precious tongue.” Wonjin said and sat up, pulling his phone out and turning it on only to put it back in his pocket. He then smiles gently to himself and snickering, “And Ruby is bringing me chips so I’ll be fine too, hehe....”

“You guys didn’t need anything, right?” Allen asked the strangers sitting off to the side. You turned to look at them and giving them both a polite smile, which they reciprocated.

“No we’re good.” The dude said simply, turning to the girl beside him and kissing her cheek with a grin. She leaned further into him as he pulled her closer, “Right baby?”

“Yeah, we are good.” She smiled at him before looking at you sweetly, “So, how long have you been dating?”

“....Huh?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows at her, “Dating who?”

Just then, The patio door opened to reveal Woobin with a bag of tortilla chips and Taeyoung with two glasses of water in his hand.

“We have come bearing gifts!” Woobin cheered, throwing the bag of chips down onto the grass only for it to be snatched up quickly by Wonjin. Taeyoung gave you the glass gingerly, before sitting back down beside you with his own glass.

“What happened while we were gone?” Taeyoung asked, looking around at all the members in the little group.

“I was just asking your partner how long you two had been dating for?” The girl said, nodding her head towards you. You felt your eyes widen and your face heat up, as you quickly stared down at the grass. The girl turned to the boy beside her and placed a quick kiss on his lips, “Me and Christopher have been together for only a few months now, but it feel like its been forever. I was just wondering how long have you been dating for?”

“Me and (Y/N).... Uhhh...” Taeyoung mumbled, clearly taken aback by this girl’s question. He scooted a bit away from you, brushing his hair out of his face. The other boys looked between the two of you awkwardly, as you kept your eyes trained in your lap and the grass below.

“We aren’t a couple actually.... Just good friends, that’s all.” Taeyoung replied, embarrassment clear by the tone of his voice and the redness rising from his neck up to his ears. The girl had gone pale, letting out a quiet ‘oh’ before silence fell over the group.

“I’m sorry I assumed.” She apologized quickly, “You guys are just so touchy with each other and I saw the matching bracelets so I assumed. I’m really sorry.”

“It’s fine, you didn’t know.” Taeyoung laughed awkwardly, picking at his fingernails and looking anywhere but you beside him. You couldn’t bring yourself to look up at all. You felt your stomach sink and a horrible feeling of nausea washed over you as you tapped the edge of your water glass.

It went silent again, and you felt like everyone was holding their breath. You hated it. Were you and Taeyoung too clingy? Did people really think you guys were dating. There is no way you’d ever date Taeyoung, he’s your best friend! Why did you feel like your stomach was doing back flips and your face was on fire? You hated this whole situation; it was all too much for you right now.

You lazily checked your phone, pretending to look at the time before you downed your glass of water. You stood up, earning the attention of the rest of the group.

“Its pretty late and I had too much weed, so I’m going to go to bed.” You said with a weak smile, nodding to the couple of strangers, “Nice to meet you both.”

“Are you sure, (Y/N)?” Allen asked, standing up too. He gave you a subtle look of pity as you nodded, plastering a fake smile on your face. You felt like you were hyperventilating with all the eyes on you. It was all to much for you in this state.

“Good night boys.” You mumbled before retreating back inside, not sparing a glance at Taeyoung. Why did this situation make you so anxious. And why did this make you question your relationship with Taeyoung? Was your relationship perceived as more then friends by most people? Aren’t friends clingy anyways, or was it to a different degree you and Taeyoung? But most importantly, why did the idea of dating him not sound so bad to you when you really thought about it? You were going to be sick if you thought about it longer.

It was too much, so you pushed those thoughts as you retreated to Jungmo’s spare room and lock the door behind you, not to come out until the next morning, where nobody brought it up, not even Taeyoung.

Even when you hung out with him a week later, and then last week too, Taeyoung didn’t mention the incident at all, but you both knew it caused a change in the comfortability of your relationship...

It felt strange to hold Taeyoung’s hand after the incident. You weren’t sure what happened after you went to bed, but you were feeling a sense a relief that he did hold your hand when he needed it. It was a sign that maybe your relationship could be going back to normal maybe? Taeyoung brushed his thumb subconsciously over the back of your hand. Now buried in the relief arose a strange feeling, the one where your stomach was doing flips and your started to feel a bit warmer and that little thought of dating him crawled its way out of the back of your brain.

“Your hand is super sweaty dude.” Taeyoung laughed, giving it a little squeeze. You let out a laugh too, releasing his hand and wiping yours on your pant leg.

“Sorry, I guess I’m a little hot right now.” You confessed, “I shouldn’t have worn this shitty jacket...”

“I love that jacket, even though it’s so old and shitty,” Taeyoung said playfully, leaning over to grab near the pocket and smiling when he felt the crispy outline of a burn hole, “I remember when we all went camping last summer and you got hit by a stray spark from the campfire and it burned this hole in it. I remember you standing up so fast and me and you patting it out before it could burn you.” He chuckled at the memory, looking up at your face as you felt around the burn hole too.

“That was fun, minus me almost getting lit on fire.” You said grinning at the fond memory before looking at Taeyoung in the eyes, “We should go camping again sometime. Although, preferably when it’s not so hot outside.”

“If you’re really that hot, we could go for a swim in the river?” Taeyoung suggested nonchalantly, the corners of his mouth curling up into a cat-like grin.

“I’d love to, but do I look like I’m wearing a swimsuit stupid?” You chuckled, gesturing to your body before laughing a bit at the idea.

“Not a problem!” Taeyoung hummed, before surprising you by suddenly tugging his shirt up and over his head. Your eyes went from his bare torso back up to his face with a look of shock.

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before because being in your underwear is basically the same thing as being in a swimsuit,” Taeyoung deduced, opening his car door and starting to undo his belt. His torso seemed to glow in the moonlight from the sheen sweat from the summer heat; he must have been just as hot as you were, but somehow you started to feel it even worse now that Taeyoung was more exposed. You couldn’t take your eyes off him and you felt your heart squeeze a bit, which was increasingly concerning.

“You coming or..?” Taeyoung asked with a smile, leaning down to make eye contact with you. His hands dipped into the top of his jeans, however he did not pull them down yet. You realized he was waiting for you to agree before doing so, which made you feel much more comfortable.

You thought for a moment. You knew this wasn’t a good idea, as the little voice in your head that arose form the party was getting stronger and you could feel the rational part of your head be clouded over by not only your other thoughts, but also the haze of your weed kicking in. You chewed you lip nervously before smiling softly back at Taeyoung.

“Fine Youngtae. Fuck it. It’s too hot” You sighed, taking your jacket off before stepping out of the car too. You piled all your clothing (besides your undergarments) haphazardly on the passenger seat and placed your shoes on the car floor in front of the seat. Now that you were out of the car in nothing but your underwear, you felt the coolness of the night air. However, you still felt just as hot, if not worse. You couldn’t shake the nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach or the beating of your heart the felt like it was going a million miles an hour from adrenaline.

Your nervousness must have showed, because you could hear a hearty laugh come from your best friend as he walked around to the front of the car.

“Relax a bit dude, it’s just me here.” He said, brushing his hair back once more. You refused to look anywhere south of his belly button, for your own sanity, but you did notice his boxers being a ugly plaid pattern from your peripheral.

“If I would have known you’d be seeing my underwear, I’d have worn nicer ones...” You said, trying to sound as casual as possible, but inside your body was on fire. Your brain was shutting down and your body felt jittery and nervous.

“Don’t worry about that, you look fine.” Taeyoung complimented, making your stomach drop. Taeyoung walked past you, going down to the very edge and walking along it, calling after you. “Come on, slow poke! The shallow area should be around here..”

You shook your head, trying to get a hold of yourself; taking a deep breath and following Taeyoung to the shallow part where people usually swam during the day. He stepped off the bank and into the water, having it come up to his ankles when he let out a few curses and curled his fingers into fists at his side.

“Brrrr! Its freezing!” He cried out, wincing at you as you laughed at how cute he was, “I’m going to become a Young-sicle after this I’m sure...”

“I guess I’ll be a (Y/N)-sicle then,” You said, stepping in beside him and feeling a shiver immediately run up your legs from the cold water. Your eyes meet Taeyoung and you both burst out in laughter at the knowing look of biting cold that you both are experiencing.

Taeyoung begins to wade out a bit further, complaining the whole time when you get an evil idea. You follow him, water getting up to around your knees with your grin growing as you close the distance between the two of you, so that you are are now standing maybe a couple feet away from each other again.

“Hey Youngtae!” You called to him to get his attention. He turned to look at you and before he had time to react, you dig your hands into the ice cold water and splash him. He shrieked due to the surprise of water hitting his body and the cool temperature of it of his skin. You laughed at his reaction, quickly doing a few more splashes so he doesn’t have time to recover, getting water all the way up to near his face.

“Quit it! It’s freezing!” He places his hands out to try and block the water from hitting him. Your laughter quickly goes from joyous to scared as he starts wading over to you.

“No wait! I’m sorry!” You said through a fit of giggles, weakly splashing at him to try and keep him away, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Youngtae, don’t!”

“You should have thought about that before you splashed me, stupid.” He giggled back, grabbing onto your arm and pulling you towards him so he can wrap his arms around your frame. You let out a squeal as he lifted you a bit, dragging you into deeper water.

“Youngtae, please don’t! I’m sorry.” You struggled against his iron grip, smacking his arms playfully, but you felt the chuckle leaving his chest as he held you still in the water.

“Sorry,” He hummed sarcastically, “Next time don’t start something you can’t finish.”

With that, Taeyoung quickly lifted you off your feet and promptly dunked you in the water, almost crushing you by laying down over you, just to make sure you couldn’t avoid the icy plunge. You screamed from the cold, while Taeyoung sucked air through his teeth at the freezing water rushing over his back. He let you go and you quickly spun around to face him before smacking him on the shoulder.

“Kim Taeyoung I swear, you’re dead meat!” You scolded while giggling at him. His expression mirrored your own, with only a slight hint of pride residing in his features.

“Hey! You were the one who splashed me first!” Taeyoung laughed, leaning back to sit in the shallow water; he crossed his legs, letting the water comfortably wade just under his collar bones. You mumbled in agreement, letting your laughter die down before you sat beside him.

The cool water was frigid at first, but after a few seconds of getting used to it, it felt refreshing. You let out a sigh of relief, feeling the heat from earlier subside even a little bit as you closed your eyes. You and Taeyoung were silent, just listening to the sound of the running water and the faint tune of Taeyoung’s car radio fill the air.

That is, until you best friend broke the silence.

“Hey, uhm.” He mumbled, causing you to open your eyes and look at him; you almost wished you didn’t. He looked beautiful, hair slightly damp, tan skin shining, soft eyes trained on you with his bottom lip slightly tucked between his teeth.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.” Taeyoung continued, scooting closer to you, causing the water around the two of you to ripple; much like the butterflies that arrive in your stomach from the possibilities of this conversation.

“What is it?”

“Well, I..... uhm.”

“Youngtae.” You said flatly, expression softening as you reached out for his arm to place a comforting touch to it, “talk to me.”

You could tell Taeyoung was anxious from the way his eyebrows furrowed and how his lips were pulled into a thin line. He had the same look before the talent show in middle school; It was the first time he performed in front of anyone and he was so nervous he almost threw up. But, just like now, you were there for him to make sure he was okay.

Like you’d always be.

He let out a sigh, before looking away from you, “I wanted to talk about what happened.. Y’know... at the party.”

It was your turn to be anxious now, body freezing up before you turned to look away too, focusing on the way the moon reflected off the dark water. Was this it? Did Taeyoung not want to be your friend anymore because of how you acted at the party? Did he think you were disgusted with the possibility of dating him? Would he be weirded out if he found out you felt quite the opposite?

“Look, I’m sorry.” He started out, struggling to find the words, “I know you were really uncomfortable and I.... I should have been more aware of how my behavior can be perceived by others. I know that we are just friends and I shouldn’t be so clingy...”

“Please don’t apologize! You didn’t do anything wrong.” You quickly countered, looking down at the way your body distorted through the water. You wanted nothing more than to drown yourself there.

You were the one who froze up and didn’t say a word. You were the one who left him alone to deal with the situation. You were the one who was slowly growing relationship-changing feelings... “It should be me who is apologizing.”

“For what?!” Taeyoung gasped, whipping his head to look at you.

“For making you think that I was upset with you! For leaving and making it awkward between us.”

“You weren’t upset?”

“No.” You huffed out, feeling your face heat up. You take your cold hands out of the water to pat your cheeks gently as you let out a sigh. Your mind felt cloudy and your heart beat went steady against your chest. You blamed the weed for allowing the truth to tumble out of your mouth, “I should apologize because I’m still making it awkward between us...”

“How so?” He mumbled, eyes burning holes into the side of your face as you looked out at the other shoreline. You heaved a heavy sigh, hanging you head before letting all the true thoughts and feelings you’ve been having spill out.

“Because I can’t stop thinking about how much I love you.” You confessed, words flowing from your lips much easier than you anticipated, “Not in a platonic, ‘we are best friends!’ way, but in a ‘I think about you all the time and want to wake up next to you everyday’ kind of way. I didn’t realize it until the party, but I am in love with you and I maybe always have been.”

The silence was deafening, with the only sound being the thumping of a nervous heart and the rushing of the cold water surrounding you. You drop you head, feeling the weight of what you just said.

Taeyoung was quiet beside you, seemingly from shock or being deep in thought.

You allowed the silence only for a moment before you turned to look at him. You couldn’t bear the uneasiness any longer.

“I’m so sorry.” You mumbled, your gaze catching his, “I know we are just frien-”

Taeyoung quickly cut you off by rushing forward, placing a hasty kiss on you lips. It was so quick, you weren’t even sure if it happened as you just stared at him, too stunned to speak.

He...

He kissed you?

“I’m sorry, I should have asked before I did that!” Taeyoung huffed out, running one of his wet hands through his hair as he smiled, mouth slightly agape. You noticed the redness creeping up his neck and cheeks.

“I... I’m just.” He stutters, brain seemingly short-circuited before he cleared his throat and took a deep breath to collect himself, “I just never thought you’d like me back.” “You... like me?” You asked, heart leaping into your throat.

“Well duh!” He giggled, “I mean, I thought I was pretty obvious about my feelings for you, but I just assumed you never saw me as anything more than a friend. And I’m more than happy to just be a part of your life.”

“Wow, I must’ve be blind...”

“No, just stupid.”

“Okay, that’s a bit uncalled for.”

“Sorry.” Taeyoung hummed, shifting to tuck his knees up against his chest as he wrapped his arms around them. He chewed his bottom lip nervously as his eyes darted down to the dark murky water, “So..?”

“So?”

“Now what?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know!” Taeyoung huffed exasperated , throwing his hands in the air, causing the water around the two of you to ripple. “Are we still just friends or....” He let his voice trail on, giving you a hopeful look, “Does this change everything?”

“I mean,” You spoke softly, feeling the heat rise to your face. Why was it all of a sudden so hard to talk to Taeyoung? You felt like you were choking on the words as you cleared your throat and meekly whispered, “I wouldn’t mind a change...”

Taeyoung nodded, smile slowly spreading across his face as he registered what you said. He turned to you, scooting a bit closer so that your shoulders touched and your faces were a few inches apart.

“I think I’d like that too.” He whispered, voice just barely audible as his eyes wandered your facial features. Without another word more, you slowly leaned in, giving him plenty of time to move away before you placed you lips against his.

You were felling so many things at this moment; joy, excitement, nervousness. But above all else, you felt right.

Being here with Taeyoung, kissing him and letting yourself love him just felt right. Like it was all falling into place and meant to be. You thought about your future with your best friend and how that was all going to change; but you had hope that it would be for the better.

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A/N: In my Taeyoung vibes and I just didn’t have a way to finish it so please forgive a rushed ending. I love this man SOOO much !! Believe it or not, he’s actually my main man in Cravity, even though I haven’t posted about him lol. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed!!!

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