#COUPLE OR NOT CUDDLING IS A VERY INTIMATE MOMENT

[kajibunny]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ we're just friends! (or are we?) w/ the wind breaker boys ✧⋆⭒˚｡

✿ featuring: hajime umemiya, jo togame, haruka sakura, hayato suo, ren kaji ✿ fluff, mutual pining, hidden feelings (aaaa), suggestive for suo, a lil angst (with comfort) for kaji ✿ a/n: i guess by now everyone can tell that i’m very into the friends to lovers trope ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა~♡ it’s def my fav!!! and these wb bois are all perfect friend material, and ofc boyfriend material too! enjoy, cuties! ✿ wc: 2.3k

— you have a closely intimate friendship to the point that everyone around you thinks you two are dating, though you know you're not lovers (yet), but are definitely more than just friends.

ʚɞ umemiya 

— sharing hello and goodbye kisses with each other.

ꕤ you and umemiya are the definition of 'affectionate', as your love languages both consist of physical touch. but maybe with each other, a little bit too much for just friends.

ꕤ the word "boundaries" did not exist to the both of you once you were within arm's reach of each other. you and umemiya give each other hello and goodbye hugs, sometimes cheek and forehead kisses, as a greeting, right? to be friendly. though he doesn't seem to do that as often to other people, or at all, even. just to you. only to you. 

ꕤ he also loves cuddling up to you whenever he takes a nap on the rooftop, inviting you to join him in picking out some veggies that you two could make a meal together with.

ꕤ while you two were cooking together, you definitely gave off a 'married couple' vibe with the way you held the ladle up for umemiya to taste, the way he had pressed his palm to your back whenever he needed to pass through, the way he fed you with his own spoon and giggling while complimenting how delicious your cooking was, the way he wrapped his arms around you and hummed while he helped you wash the dishes. anyone who saw would have immediately bid their congratulations and would think you two are newlyweds.

ꕤ hiragi took one look at the both of you appearing all lovey-dovey, and the confusion of whether you two were dating or not made his stomach scrunch up in pain. 

ꕤ umemiya calls you such adorable names when referring to you in conversation, too. his tiny bean, his ray of sunshine, his cherry blossom, it was always "his", as if you belonged to him. he was openly affectionate with you and was not afraid to show it.

ꕤ many guys also took a liking to you, but never attempted to even make a move or confess, because they were already under the assumption that you were umemiya's, seeing you two playing with each other's fingers and comparing hand sizes like you were made for each other. but how could that be, you and umemiya were just friends, weren't you?

ʚɞ suo 

— you get a special seat (on his lap).

ꕤ suo just can't seem to keep his eyes and his hands off of you. you always have to be within his vicinity, or he's not sure how he'll be able to stand it. 

ꕤ he sees you at the corner of his eye, after you have made your way back from the restroom. you and the other bofurin first years were at an izakaya, and the moment you returned, all of their eyes were glued to you and suo, as if they already knew something was going to ensue. you two have been friends for a long time, but the way you acted towards each other felt like you two have been lovers for a long time.

ꕤ suo was always up in your space, whether its pulling random pranks on you, inviting you to go out then paying for everything even though you tried to stop him (nothing can stop suo), visiting your home and leaving an endless supply of tea enough to last you a whole year - his excuse being it's there for whenever he comes over, and multiple instances which all prove that suo was no doubt a very clingy friend. not that you minded, anyway. you were used to suo and his antics.

ꕤ he had his ways of persuading you too (he is the master of negotiation, after all), and you just couldn't resist him, as you loved being around suo just as much. 

ꕤ this time, he took advantage of your short absence and made himself comfortable in your chair, and wouldn't even move an inch. "hayato, that's my seat!" you exclaimed. "hm?" suo tilts his head. "you can just sit on my lap, then." he smiles, with that damn mischievous smile you know all too well. you tried to get him to move by gently pushing him back and forth but suo seemed to not have a care in the world. 

ꕤ you can't tell whether suo is serious or joking sometimes, but nirei and sakura seems to have their doubts that you two are "just friends" as you both claim.  "are you sure the two of you aren't dating?" nirei asks you. sakura blushes and lets you know his thoughts, too. "y-yeah...! you two are unusually close!" you always reply to them with an astounding "no!" but suo just laughs and does not affirm nor deny any of their claims. 

ꕤ suo pulls you in close, making you sit on his lap regardless of your little outburst, and you weren't sure if it was hot in the izakaya, or if it's just you, but you certainly felt warmth overcome your body while it was pressed flush against his, his arms wrapped around your waist nonchalantly. "hayato!" you protested, trying to squirm your way out of his grasp, and pushing away all intrusive thoughts about his and your bottom halves being so close together, only separated by thin pieces of clothing.

ꕤ nirei, the most observant of the bunch (next to suo), points out that you even call suo by his first name, and that's another one of the reasons why you two seem like you're dating. 

ꕤ with suo, everything seems to be a mystery. but in suo's perspective, it's all clear. he loves you, whether it's as a friend or as a lover, that's for him to know and for you to find out. 

ʚɞ togame 

— leaves everyone on read except you.

ꕤ togame just doesn't understand why people need to type out what they want to say, aren't calls more personalized? he didn't understand at all, until he met you.

ꕤ you were, to put it directly, a chatterbox in all forms. you loved to talk, regardless if it's chats, calls, or in person, you just yapped your heart out to him everytime, and he lives for it. he wouldn't miss a second of you opening your mouth and giving him a taste of your innermost thoughts. he absolutely adored talking to you, because it was you, and you were special to him.

ꕤ the shishitoren guys thought it was so funny and adorable whenever togame picks up his phone so quickly because he thought it was you calling, then scowls when he realizes it isn't, and immediately silences it and shoves it back in his pocket. this caused him to set a different ringtone just for you, so he could pick up on the very first ring.

ꕤ you were also the first reply he ever sent via sms, a simple "ok" to your long message talking about how you thought it was amazing that he won the town's annual eating contest for many consecutive years in a row and that you were totally ready to challenge him next year by stuffing your face with okonomiyaki and invited togame to join you and have some with you so you could keep an eye on the competition. he found your personality totally amusing, his face immediately lighting up with a gentle smile whenever you sent him messages.

ꕤ anyone who sees how happy he is while he rereads your texts over and over would interpret that as togame being totally, irrevocably, head over heels in love with you.

ꕤ he doesn't actually reply to anyone at all ever, but he wanted to share all his firsts with you, he just couldn't help it. you were captivating, witty in your words, and very very charismatic, bombarding him with the cutest and funniest messages everyday. of course, he doesn't mind at all and is always looking forward to them.

ꕤ you two stay on calls for longer than eight hours at a time talking about how each other's day went, and yet you wonder why people always think you two are dating. normal friends don't stay up until the break of dawn chattering for hours on end, expressing all the things they like about each other, do they? at least togame knows he wouldn't do it with anyone that wasn't you, as he valued his precious sleep time dearly, but as time went on, you became more precious and more dear to him than his sleep time ever could.

ʚɞ kaji 

— play fighting like an old married couple.

ꕤ kaji is the type to never go down without a fight. needless to say, that also applies to you. but your fights with him were different, more banter adjacent, more affectionate and playful. only lasting for a few minutes.

ꕤ kaji had a huge soft spot for you, as even though you did irritate the heck out of him sometimes, somehow he still could not stay angry or annoyed at you for more than one second. he just couldn't resist the way you crossed your arms and huffed with your cute little frown. he thought you were the most adorable angry little thing he's ever seen and wanted to pinch your cheeks out of cuteness aggression and frustration, but he would never say it to your face.

ꕤ one time, you two had a heated argument because he said he could hear you just fine but wouldn't bother to take off his headphones. you argued that it was impolite and that you won't talk to him at all anymore if he does that again, and you two were at each other's throats, giving one another a piece of your mind, until kaji mutters a 'sorry', and you began to sob uncontrollably and let him hold you in his arms while he stroked your hair to comfort you because you two couldn't stand the intensity and tension of being angry at each other for long.

ꕤ you had your less serious fights too, like when you made him a bento box for lunch and you two had a picnic together with his vice captains. you fed him the food with your chopsticks, kaji teasing you by saying "it's bland." and you reasoning out that kaji was 'as salty as his tastebuds'. kaji then asked you if you wanted to have 'a taste of his fists', which ended up with kusumi and enomoto snickering in the background wishing that the both of you would just date each other already.

ꕤ whenever you two argued, your faces were so close to one another's that you were just a few centimeters shy from kissing, the tip of your noses touching. kaji had to hold himself back, a lot. like an insane amount. friends didn't want to kiss and make out with their friends, right? but kaji did. and you did too.

ꕤ his way of apologizing is by suddenly leaving a lollipop with you. he puts them in your bag, or places them in your pocket while you weren't looking. it was his little peace offering, one that you treasured and collected, accumulating dozens of them by your bedside table. kaji would gladly give up his last lollipop for you, and no one could argue otherwise.

ʚɞ sakura 

— blushing wildly whenever you two are around each other.

ꕤ you and sakura always looked like you two were having a blushing competition. the littlest touches and the most minimal contact had both of your cheeks heating up in response.

ꕤ it was like sakura's blushing was contagious. ever since you two became good friends (if you could call it that, though it seemed to be more than that at times), being around him triggered a whole bunch of embarrassing and hilarious but sweet situations.

ꕤ you once dragged sakura off to his very first cherry blossom viewing in the park, and needless to say, with both of you being a chaotic (but cute) duo, it kind of felt like you were on a wild rollercoaster ride with him. 

ꕤ you took a stolen photo of sakura while he was mesmerized by the falling pink petals. you thought he looked adorable, but sakura thought otherwise. he was a blushing mess and told you to delete them, but you said they were cute and that you were going to make it your wallpaper. 

ꕤ sakura chased after you, and tripped over a stray cherry blossom branch, leaving you two in quite a suggestive position, sakura on top of you, pinning your wrist down with his hand. your cheeks were as pink as the cherry blossoms, and tried as you might, you couldn't keep your eyes off his lips. friends don't observe their friends with wanting eyes, do they? 

ꕤ suo and nirei instantly noticed how huge of a klutz you were around sakura. they also noticed how curious sakura was about you, always (not so subtly) asking nirei how much he knew about you, or your likes and dislikes, then asked him not to tell you that he asked about you. but suo told you instead, because they were your biggest supporters and cheerleaders (and biggest shippers, of course) after all. 

ꕤ on sakura's birthday, they made you hold the cake and surprise him, which was a huge mistake, because before it could even reach him, you slipped and fell over him. luckily, sakura had good reflexes and was able to catch you before you completely toppled over. some of the smushed cake ended up on his and your face, which you tried to wipe off as you apologized, but sakura dipped his finger onto the icing that got on your cheek and licked his finger. "t-the cake's not bad, i guess..." he looked away from your smiling face as you greeted him happy birthday in a sing-song tune.

ꕤ suo, being a menace, greeted sakura happy birthday as well as gave him a 'best wishes to the happy couple' greeting card, that sakura threw back at him like it had a virus on it. 

ꕤ sakura definitely had a memorable birthday that year, but now that he thought about it, all of his memories that were memorable to him had one thing in common: you were in all of them. you, the greatest gift he could ever ask for on any and every occasion. 

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[sturni-hole-o]

NSFW Alphabet - Matt and Chris Sturniolo

✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮

Disclaimer: I don’t think they’ve fully developed confidence in their sexual identities yet so a lot of my answers are based on a more sexually mature version of themselves (maybe them in a couple of years time?). I also think they're both pretty vanilla (I said what I said soz)

✮ A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Chris: I’m not gonna lie, I don’t think he’d be excellent at it if he’s got things to do/is in a silly mood but if it’s bedtime you’re getting cuddled no questions asked, he just doesn’t assume aftercare is always necessary.

Matt: He’d be good at it. He’d be a lot more sensual and tender than Chris afterwards I think, cuddles, kisses, checking in, his fingers through your hair, etc.

✮ B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I’m doing only sexual body parts for yours

Chris: he likes your ass (no brainer) and your hair the most, he’s definitely a hair puller. And he likes his cock the most, he knows it’s big, he loves watching it pumping in and out of you and seeing how you stretch out around him.

Matt: your pussy, no questions. 100% certified pussy man. And he likes his hands and his eyes the most.

✮ C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Chris: Chris loves splattering your body with his cum but he loves money shots and back shots the most and he loves when you swallow his load like a filthy girl. He also loves when you squirt for him, he’s not afraid to get his hands dirty. 

Matt: Matt also loves cumming on you, specifically on your stomach or tits, but he’s more reserved about it than Chris, he wouldn’t make a huge mess and I think he’d clean it up quickly because he doesn’t want it getting everywhere (lol).

✮ D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Chris: Chris likes marking you up, leaving handprints all over your ass, giving and receiving hickeys, bite marks, bruising you with forceful grip. He loves spanking too, bending you over his knee, jiggling your ass and leaving it red raw. 

Matt: Matt likes filming himself fucking you POV style (with your knowledge obviously) and he gets himself off watching them back later. 

✮ E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Because of the way they giggle and avoid talking about sex and intimacy, I don’t think either of them are particularly experienced, they put on a slutty facade but I don’t think they actually are sluts (not yet anyway). I don’t take them as one night stand kinda guys either so I would say they’ve probably only had sex with two or three people each. 

Chris: I think Chris would need to be taught to slow the fuck down and then he’d be good.

Matt: Matt is more in tune with feminine sensuality, he naturally wants to take his time, he’s an attentive listener and would learn very quickly. 

✮ F = Favorite position

Chris: doggy and cowgirl (so he can suck on and play with your tits like the fidgety baby he is).

Matt: standard missionary so he can kiss you and watch you moan or the kind of missionary where you’re laying and he’s standing or kneeling. There's nothing he likes better than having you on your back at the edge of the bed, holding your ankles while he’s standing up fucking into you. 

✮ G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Chris: absolute silly billy, particularly during light foreplay. 

Matt: serious boy.

✮ H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Both well groomed, very normal pube situation going on. 

✮ I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Chris: Chris’s intimacy is shown through his playfulness and being unapologetically himself but he’s not sexually intimate in the way Matt is. He’s more likely to be intimate at a non sexual time, like watching a movie/cuddling and reaching to hold your hand, or comforting you if you’re down, or having deep chats, or cuddles at bed time etc.

Matt: Matt has a very romantic sensual side, sometimes he 100% wants to make sweet , sweet love to you, soft kisses, fucking you slowly and softly. But sometimes.. it’s the complete opposite. 

✮ J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Chris: Chris’s hand may as well be glued to his cock, he’s rubbing two out per day if he’s not getting laid regularly. He doesn’t mind getting the job done fast either.

Matt: Matt doesn’t do it as often as Chris, maybe once a day or once every two days but his sessions are a lot more intense, slow and deliberate.

✮ K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Chris: loves when you wear a butt plug.

Matt: loves getting edged and edging (there's gotta be a reason he brings it up so often?). 

✮ L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Chris: Chris is keen to get down and dirty anywhere (he does get nervous and a little paranoid about being caught though). He’s rubbing your pussy through your panties while you’re out and about, sneaking a finger inside you in the backseat of the car while Matt’s driving and Nick is in the front. He often tells you not to wear panties for easy access. Public bathroom, change room, cinema, car wash, you name it. His favourite place would have to be a pool or hot tub though. Literally anywhere he can bend you over he will.

Matt: Bedroom guy through and through. He has absolutely no desire to be caught in the act. Although, I think he’d enjoy fucking in nature where he knows no one will catch you, maybe on a deserted hiking trail or a secluded cabin balcony.

✮ M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

They get two answers for this question.

Chris 1: Chris gets turned on easily but he takes notice of what you wear. Short skirt? He’s picturing his hand up it. Showing a bit of extra cleavage? Be prepared for him to make lewd jokes and oggle at your titties all day. Gym leggings? He's smacking your ass as he walks past. 

Chris 2: He likes when you boldly initiate or act like you’re suddenly craving his dick. He loves it if you just randomly sit in his lap and slowly grind against him or if you come up from behind and tease his cock a little through his pants while he’s doing something.

Matt 1: He likes to watch you strip and play with yourself a little before he joins in. Seeing you spread your legs, slowly working at your pussy and fingering yourself for him gets his cock rock solid. He’s not opposed to a bit of mutual masturbation either.

Matt 2: Hearing you genuinely moan for him and knowing he’s doing that to you drives him wild (not anything obnoxious or pornographic though). Or just the little things, like gripping his hair when he’s eating your pussy. Hearing you say his name. He likes knowing he’s pleasing you.

✮ N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Chris: I’m pretty sure he’s a very soft dom so he would never want to be tied up or put in a super subby position (100% excluding cuddles, sometimes he's the little spoon). 

Matt: again, a soft dom, no interest in being super submissive. Also, entirely uninterested in butt stuff (the bidet incident proves it soz)

✮ O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Chris: receiving, watching your mouth wrapped around his cock, tongue swirling over his tip, your spit forming thick, milky strings and oozing down your chin is one of his absolute favourite sights ever. Skill wise, he’d be a sloppy and enthusiastic pussy eater, you’d be covered in his spit and he’s changing up his strokes rapidly, lapping at you like a hungry animal. 

Matt: giving, and he’s good at it. He’s the type of guy that’s probably watched a pussy eating tutorial on Pornhub because he wants to be good at it. Not only does he know exactly where your clit is but he’s even isolating it with his finger tips before slowly licking and sucking at it. They don’t call him Matt the munch for nothing. 

✮ P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Chris: fast, not necessarily always rough but fast. He doesn’t have the attention span or patience for slow, unless he’s feeling like shit or needs some tender lovin.

Matt: both. One minute he’s making slow, sensual love to you, next minute he’s relentlessly drilling into you, hand around your neck, slapping your ass and fucking you into tomorrow. 

✮ Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Chris: loves a quickie -  maybe a bit too much. 

Matt: he doesn’t mind, who doesn’t love a quickie? but he would prefer taking his time. 

✮ R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Chris: Chris is open to experiment, he’s curious, likes playing around and he’ll try most things once within reason. 

Matt: not so much. Matt knows what he likes and sticks to it. (again, the bidet incident)

✮ S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Chris: I don’t think Chris lasts that long but I think he can go quite a few rounds.

Matt: I think Matt is the opposite. Lasts a long time, but only one round, maybe two if he’s extra horny. 

✮ T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Chris: Chris doesn’t mind toys, he loves your butt plug and doesn’t bat an eyelash if you whip out your vibrator, he even lets you touch it to his tip sometimes but he really doesn’t care all that much. He doesn’t have any toys himself but I bet he was the kind of guy that would’ve stuck his dick in unique places when he was first discovering himself. Curious George.

Matt: At first, Matt was silently in his ego about you using a vibrator because he wanted to be the one to pleasure you entirely but he stopped overthinking it, learnt that was silly and enjoys using it on you now, he particularly likes to be the one having control over it.

I don’t see either of them using toys but if they did maybe a tenga sleeve?

✮ U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Chris: Chris needs to learn to tease more, he’s eager and fast, you just turn him on too much.

Matt: cruel. honestly, Matt could tease you for hours, until you’re crying, begging and dripping. 

✮ V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Chris: not overly loud, but he’s no stranger to grunting, swearing under his breath and letting some dirty talk slip out. 

Matt: silent assassin, apart from heavy breathing and cumming, then he groans a little. Also very big on asking if you're okay.

✮ W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Chris: Chris likes to spit - spitting on your pussy as he laps at it feverishly, spitting onto his fingers before circling your clit, spitting on his cock during doggy for a bit of extra lube but most of all, clasping a hand around your neck, telling you to open your pretty mouth then spitting into it, smearing it across your bottom lip with his thumb before he jams his tongue into your mouth. 

Matt: Matt’s favourite thing is edging you - eating your pussy until it’s drooling, his face and chin sparkling under your cum, then taking his tongue and fingers away. He does this over and over until you're leaking the perfect amount. He likes watching your pussy get wetter and wetter, it's a game for him. Once your pussy is thick and glossy with your juices, he slowly and purposefully fucks you with his fingers, rotating them and curling them exactly how you like it. While his heads still planted firmly between your legs, tongue strumming your clit, he’s shoving his fingers in your mouth so you can taste all the juices you've just made for him. 

✮ X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Chris: big cock, I’m guessing at least 6 inches, cut. We’ve all seen the grey sweatpants video. 

Matt: triplets gotta have the same size cock right? At least 6 inches, uncut.

✮ Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Chris: the kid wants it whenever he can get it. 

Matt: average sex drive, sometimes on the lower side if he’s not feeling good.

✮ Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Chris: almost offensively quick, like c’mon boy, have some decorum. 

Matt: an average amount of time, sleepy cuddles and kisses afterwards. 

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[fruithoughts]

  In this world there are a couple of absolute truths; the sun will explode someday, the water is wet, capitalism is a demon and of course, Yoon Jeonghan is madly in love with his best friend.

     CW: agegap(he’s 29 and she’s 23, they met when she was 19 and he was 25), bigdick!Jeonghan, fem!reader, friends to lovers, he’s so condescending but in the sweetest way?? what an asshole omg, one reference to him being a smoker, idiots in love, a lil bit of dom!jeonghan.

It's a classic, from the very first time they met, the bastard already knew he was going to end up in bed with the pretty girl with the coffee colored eyes, she retorted his unfunny jokes even when her red cheeks gave away that she was embarrassed, played along all of his little games just to give him hope that this time she had fallen into the hands of the big bad wolf, she was made just for him.

The special treatment Jeonghan provided her didn't sneak under anyone's noses, it was obvious, the only person other than himself that he allows to win during table games, just one look at him with that curious puppy face is enough to make him melt whole, he’s that weak. The only person he listens to when she tells him to stop cheating in games, that guy would give all of  the stars in the universe to his girl, would fix the ozone layer in 3 business days max if she complained about global warming today.

  "I could live like this" oh, that persisting little thought, always wandering in the man's head while he is around his friend, just waiting for the right moment to invade his frontal lobe and consequently force his heart into beating fast like crazy by making him think about the calm and happy life he could have alongside his love.

    The dreamer thinks and thinks while waiting for his girl to finish brushing her teeth, a silly smile stamped on his rascal face as he stares at the ceiling of her room, ironically, they were watching Friends in her bed, as always; against the will of his girl who insisted that the series was silly and he only liked it because he was old.

  As strange as it can sound, they had already slept in the same bed hundreds of times, most of those times due to Hannie’s habit of refusing not to take her with him everywhere he went, which more than often left them with only one hotel room to share, these nights were the most special, nothing sexual happened, which made them even more intimate.

The pointless conversations before bed, faces a few inches away as they discuss each and every scenario that his favorite girl proposes, "What name would you give your child? What if it was a girl?", "If the world ended and only the two of us were left, where would we go? Would you protect me?" She was always more touchy with him when she was tired, he loved every second of it. They cuddled until the princess fell asleep, her warm breath on his neck drove him wild, he wanted to fill her face with kisses, but he never had the courage, always waiting for the right time.

Now that once again he found himself in his friend's bed, just a month or so before his military service called for him, he wondered if he let the right time pass right by him at some point in the last 4 years, it was his biggest fear. What if the fact that he had hookups here and there over the years made her think he had no interest in her? What if the fact that he kept posting stories and photos with her made her come to the conclusion that he doesn't have romantic feelings for her because he wouldn't risk showing his possible future girlfriend to fans, and only posts things with her exactly because they’re completely platonic? 

With the date of the inevitable farewell between the lovebirds approaching, something had changed, Jeonghan couldn't quite figure out exactly what it was, but things were different. His girl always loved him(just not in the way he desired so much), he always knew that, she, who was always closed off with others; had no problem holding his hand under the blanket while watching movies or laying her head on his shoulder during car trips while Seungcheol screamed at Dokyeom because he took the wrong turn again, these moments felt like little secrets, his pretty flower laughing softly at the car fights while the bastard uses their proximity to draw invisible shapes of hearts and dicks on her bare thigh until he gets his hand slapped away when she inevitably realizes what he was drawing, in they’re little world in the back seat, no one would ever know.

Well, never? Maybe it was the wrong word, especially now that everything has changed. For some reason, his friend suddenly started offering him 3 times the attention he was used to receiving from her, holding his arm while waiting in line at the grocery store, hugging his waist and hiding her face behind his back while waiting for the uber, deliberately holding his hand as they strolled through some parking lot, suddenly her behavior made it obvious to anyone with eyes to see that they were in a romantic relationship, Jeonghan was in heaven.

He wanted to fantasize, to dream, to believe that this change was due to the fact that now that he's going away, she finally realized that she loves him, that she's always loved him and that they should be together, but part of him just can’t get over the possibility that she might have just gotten extra comfortable now that she realized he's going soon, and decided to give him all the attention in the world because she’ll miss his friend.

Things were not going according to plan and it made him nervous, restless... What was the plan? To confess as soon as he was discharged from military service, his group would be on a semi-hiatus for at least two more years after his return due to the younger ones serving, it was the perfect time to develop their relationship, he was sure they would get married early too, after all, for how long do you date after being extremely close for 4 whole years? He knows his princess like the back of his hand and she has him around her little finger, she knows everything, his whole life, all of his habits, allergies, fears and almost all his greatest desires. 

 — Stop thinking about other things while I'm here —  His girl's voice as she enters the room takes Jeonghan out of his train of thoughts, staring at her until she reaches the bed and crawls over to him to go cuddle again. 

— Am I only allowed to think about you? —  he asks, arching one of his eyebrows as soon as he has her in his arms, lying on top of him.  — When you're at my house, yes. —  She replies grumpily and Jeonghan laughs when he feels his torso being squeezed closer to her, draping one arm over his baby’s back, also squeezing her closer before depositing a little kiss on the top of her head, there's nothing this man wouldn't give to have this right here every day.

The conversation comes and goes as usual, they talk about life dramas and gossips from their respective groups of friends, some complaints about annoying and inconvenient people, just as inconvenient as...

— And that little guy you were hooking up with? Did you get tired of him already? — Jeonghan asks as if he hasn't spent the last two weeks brooding with jealousy, just the possibility of that idiot having touched his girl makes him want to rip off his own face with his bare hands. He’s not possessive at all, clearly.

  She huffs before replying — And that makeup artist you were clinging to? How is she? — the tone of the question tone made Jeonghan roll his eyes, he only had a little affair with that woman, a few kisses for a week and they slept together once, no big deal, and obviously it didn't mean anything to him, just like all his hookups never did. The man's distant behavior towards the people he fucked with was always a reason for a fights between them and most of the time it was the reason for the "breakup" of said hookup status, but why would he try to feel anything for any of his fuck buddies when his true love was just around the corner? He was just paving the way.

  — You know it was nothing, it never is — the man feels her little eyes burning through his face as he avoids meeting her vision, he knows where his answer will take him, he hates this part — And when will it start to be something? You're getting old, you know… —  she says teasing the possibility of her friend dying alone, he knows she's joking, but that's no comfort to how much it hurts not to have the courage to just hold her face and take what he spent the last 4 years wishing for so much, Jeonghan is patient, but people can hold on for only so long before snapping.

— And when are you going to start dating? Deceiving those little boys is not very nice on your part —  he received an indignant look from his friend, getting exactly where he wanted, the part where he takes control of the conversation back. It was no new's article that Jeonghan didn't really like anyone's face, the problems were always repeated in one way or another, "He's too young, he won't know how to treat you right.", "Look at the way he talks, I could bet five hundred dollars that this guy gets grossed out by the idea of eating pussy, he's just a little boy.", "Beautiful, look at the things this guy posts, he doesn't even know how to talk like a normal person and do you think he'll know how to fuck you?".

It wasn't exactly hard to figure out that Jeonghan doesn't approve of the possibility of his dear and beloved friend being a guy the same age as her, they are immature and gangly, they don't know how to do it the same way he does, they don't have the time and money to be able to take care of her like he can.

The silence coming from his petal makes him worried immediately, if that son of a bitch hurt his love’s heart, he doesn't even know what he's capable of doing — What happened, bunny? — he knew she hated the nickname, he called her by it anyway to get her out of her own head, his princess always thought too much, and he, as her perfect match, knew exactly how to bring her back to the real world.

She sighed before shyly admitting — You were right… —  he felt a wave of satisfaction run through his entire body, he loved it when his theories about the girl's hookups ended up being accurate — What was Hannie right about, hm? Tell me. —  he received a slap on his arm and could tell just from her breathing that his pretty little thing was sulking like never before.

  — He didn't even know how to hold a conversation! He didn't talk about anything worthwhile, he didn't have anything to do with life, he was a bore! — she vented, obviously it was something that had been bothering her for a long time, and who wouldn't be bothered when it's impossible to find a nice guy? Nobody had an interesting back and forth, a way of talking that made her all soft, a way of being that was all unique and special, there was no one like that. There was no one like him.

Jeonghan saw life pass before his eyes, the hand that was on the girl's back unconsciously squeezed her waist a little harder, with his eyes still fixed on the ceiling, for a moment he really considered that he was finally going insane, would she ever notice? Was that what they were going to be for the rest of their lives?

Friends who run into each other's arms to receive the affection and love many couples out there can't dream of having for each other while complaining that they can't find the "right person"? Would she ever really find someone who matched her? Someone who isn't him? Someone who doesn't deserve his girl at all, someone who hasn't spent literal years learning all the little details and parts of her life and worked so hard to be the best friend she could ever have, someone who doesn't love her the same way he does, someone who won't know how to make her cum as good as she deserves, someone who… — Jeonghan? — like the devil, that sweet, sweet voice calls to him, and by this point, he's been starving for quite a while.

— I'd make you the happiest woman in the world if you’d let me —  the words lingered in the air for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity, he felt his doll's heart start to act as if she had just run a marathon, the strong beats against his chest seemed to mimic the beating of his own heart, which she surely felt too. He didn't even realize when exactly he closed his eyes out of pure fear of having ruined everything, he also didn't dare to open them when he felt her moving around on top of him, when he thought he couldn't stand to stay there any longer without running. 

He felt the sweetest kiss this universe has ever dared create, immediately his hands went to his... friend’s? Face,  kissing her back fervently, Jeonghan could cry if he didn't have so much adrenaline in his body after confession, the position was already perfect, they were grabbing and pulling and rubbing on each other for so long, maybe twenty minutes? Maybe two hours? Four days? It was hard to discern silly things like the time when he finally had his girl exactly where he had always wanted her.

— I don't want you to go, Jeongie... —  she confessed breathlessly, holding onto collar of the baggy shirt the man wore as if he was going to disappear as soon as she let go, those shiny little eyes were capable of making him fight 9 wars, weed 5 batches, discover the cure for 13 diseases, achieve anything that could possibly make her stay with him forever.

— I know, I know, my love —  he laid her on the bed with all of the care in the world, only to then, like an addict, go back to enjoying his girl's delicious mouth while he tested the territory by caressing the soft skin of her waist and belly under her pajama top — Do you love Hannie? Do you not want him to leave? — Yoon Jeonghan was worse than any whore, he wants to hear that he wasn't the only one who’s obsessed, that he's not the only one who spent the last 4 years losing nights of sleep and wasting who knows how much bath water while thinking about his best friend.

He feels his princess's warm little hands begin to explore his torso, scratching his chest and waist, sinking her sharp nails into the skin of his shoulders and the sides of his abdomen so, so deliciously, if he was a little less patient he would have already given up doing things slowly — Wait for it, you'll how learn to be patient, bunny.  — Jeonghan commanded firmly when he felt his pants being pulled down little by little. His girl would be lying if she said she wasn't dying to give in, the bulge in his pants was more than enough to scare her off, but she knew her Hannie would never hurt her — You'll wait for me to fuck you when you’re ready to take it, without complaining, gonna be good to me. 

The prep was long, this man didn't rest until he made his little doll cum in his mouth, then with his long and precise fingers, then with the both, he paused between the three of them so he wouldn’t overwhelm his sweet girl, he did everything to make her as open up as much possible but it would still take time to be able to fuck hard when he entered her little heaven, he was at peace with it, in fact, he was already in paradise just by eating her out. 

The one who wasn't at peace was her, this asshole was too hot for his own good, if she had the strength she would have already ripped off this motherfucker's underwear with her own teeth, unfortunately no one tells you how hard it is to find the strength to be angry with someone after they just gave you the three best orgasms of your life.

  — You look so much happier, baby, just needed someone to treat you the way you like —  his lips and chin glittered with her honey, if they weren't so close, she would probably be ashamed to have gotten so wet, but he deserved it — It impresses me that you didn't suffocate down there, with those black lungs. They must look like two raisins —  she jokes while pulling him by the shirt to get on top of her again, wiping the sweet juice from his chin with her thumb, only to put it directly in her friend's mouth, who happily received the dirty act and sucked her thumb clean.

— I won't even tell you what I'm going to leave looking like a raisin if you don't drop the attitude — he joked right back before kissing her, drunk in love. That was it, everything he ever wanted, just him and his woman locked in the bedroom, smiling like two idiots while making each other feel good, this could last forever, but now he was the one who couldn't wait any longer, all it took was her looking up to him though her eyelashes, giving him the puppy eyes he fell in love with all those years ago, it was all it took for him decided he couldn't take it anymore — Take it off, I'm tired — he says while letting his hands fall to the sides as he knelt on the bed, in front of her, looking down to his pants basically saying "if you want it, then come and get it", this scoundrel is very lucky to have such a beautiful face, otherwise he would have been punched already. 

When the little game and fights were finally over and the time finally came, he entered very slowly, truly enjoying every second of his precious time and honestly, as much as it killed him to see his little princess in pain... Jesus Christ, that expression with her eyebrows tensed up and half-lidded eyes while her red mouth moans his name just so sweetly is a sight dangerous enough to kill anyone. The scene left him all vulnerable, his knees risked failing, his fingers lost strength, and in the end, Jeonghan was a weakling for his girl.

  Her little sounds were all he needed to start moving, extremely slowly, he needed to train her tight little hole to be fucked by a real man — Those little boys really did you wrong, hm? Doesn't feel like you’ve ever been fucked at all — he made a point of speaking as he watched the long drag of his cock into and out of his little angel, hypnotized.

— Shut up, Jeonghan — she said angrily, it was embarrassing to remember that she had been with other people when she could have spent all of this time getting eaten out this good instead. He replied  — “Jeonghan"? Where's Jeongie, Hannie? Do you want me to stop fucking you so you can tell me about this "Jeonghan" guy? — his suggestion was answered with a loud sound of dissatisfaction, and with the little strength she had below her torso, she hugged his waist with her legs to keep him inside. 

  Watching her desperation filled him with all kinds of feelings, just thinking about how good he could fuck her when his princess was used to his size, he could start drooling right there. He sneaks his face into her neck to start another attack, leaving purple and red marks all over his flower’s shoulder, the easing of his thick cock inside her was too good to be true, he couldn't keep his mouth shut — Mine, mine, mine. — he whispered and grunted at her ear lobe. 

Maybe that was just part of having sex with someone you know so well, but he even knew what the attempts of words she moaned meant, he knew she was fighting with him for deciding all on his own that she belonged to him, he knew his stubborn girl too well to not notice — Try disagreeing, go on — he tells her all whiny, imitating the tone of the moans of his now; girlfriend, according to his head — Tell me that you're not mine, that we belong to other people, that this pretty little pussy wasn't made just for me, go on, tell me — clearly the words affected her a lot, if her watery eyes tightening until they closed and her little hole threatening to expel him from being so tight were anything to be go by. He held her jaw tightly, forcing her to look at him. — If you're going to lie to me, lie to my fucking face.

She was going insane, he was doing it so, so well, but he was so slow… Even though a little bit pain was still present, fuck it! She was barely holding on from not trembling with desire, she wanted more, she wanted him — Stop treating me like I'm made out of glass, Jeongie! — she tried to sound bossy but the neediness refused to leave the girl’s voice, Jeonghan could have melted right there.

— And you’re not? What’s my doll made out of, then? — he grabbed one of his girl’s delicious thighs firmly,  leaving a hard slap that would definitely leave a mark, it burned like hell and the bastard didn't help at all, he just held the abused meat again  — What’s this, princess? Did it hurt? Are you gonna to cry?  — the condescension seemed to overflow from his mouth just like his girl's juices overflowed from her puffy hole and stained the fluffy bed sheet with each deep thrust, which now, very slowly as to not hurt her, were taking on a faster rhythm that made her head spin. 

Having thoughts that made sense was too much to ask of the poor thing who was getting the biggest cock beating of her life, she barely heard a word that came out of her beloved's mouth, she just stared at his lips, which used to be thin but were now full and red from the intensity of their love, she just wanted to kiss him again, she needed to be a good girl to kiss him again, did he say something? He said it, didn’t he? A... A question... What was it? "What’s this?" — It’s yours, Jeongie — she replied after using all her mental strength available at that moment, which wasn't much.

Jeonghan couldn't help but smile about how stupid he made his bunny — Mhm, it’s just mine, baby — he held her sweaty little face with gentleness that was completely alien if compared to the harshness of which his hips kissed hers. It was so deep, she felt so full, she never wanted it to end, it was too good, she wanted to cry with the fact that she couldn't hold it for much longer. 

— Do you not want me to stop after you finish, princess? —  he asked just so softly, finding it the most precious scene in the world when his flower frantically shook her head, going "No, no, no!", his cutest little thing — Don’t worry, doll, I’ll only stop when you’re dripping with cum.   

[milkis-deepspace]

sylus x reader - period pains

a/n: this is very self-indulgent^^ features established relationship and just fluffy goodness

being on your period is never fun. for around a week you have insane cravings, unbearable cramps and some major mood swings. truly horrible in all honesty. but the most embarrassing part was how needy you were especially now since you were in a relationship.

sylus is prepared for anything when it comes to you. ever since you've stayed over at onychinus' head quarters - he has made sure that anything you would ever want or need, would be at your disposal.

heating blanket? bought already.

pads and tampons? they’re placed in the cabinet under the sink, right besides sylus' skincare.

medicine? you knew where they were.

a massage? that... that was unexplored territory. while you and sylus were in a relationship and were quite touchy-touchy, asking for a massage seemed intimate. but then again, this might be the hormones talking. but would he think you were weird for requesting that? probably not, sylus would without a shadow of a doubt accept (almost) any of your requests. but would you really ask the mr. sylus qin - the already extremely busy leader of onychinus who had mephisto track your every move? speaking of the damn bird...

“i got a call from a little birdie saying a certain person has been in pain all day and didn't want to quote unquote bother me,” sylus enters the bedroom and takes off his jacket.

tsk, of course mephisto had tattled on you! that damn crow, someday you would make the crow heed under your command but today was not that day��

“sometimes it isn’t this bad, so i thought it would be okay,” you mumbled, curled up on sylus’ bed. it seemed as if the cramps intensified and sylus went over to sit beside you, his eyes filled with worry.

"tell me, how can i be of help to you?”

you glanced at him and shyly considered your answer. “well, uhmm, do you mind if- uh could you maybe give me a little massage…?”

sylus chuckels and easily complies to your request.

with a heating blanket placed under you to relieve the stomach cramps and sylus' warm hand massaging your back, you couldn’t help but to feel so immensely content. his big hands were perfect to warm you and his soothing voice was an anchor to keep you sane.

“you tell me if it’s too hard alright? i don’t want to unintentionally hurt you,” his thumbs pressed into your lower back, making sure to focus his strength on the tip of his fingers. his thumbs worked in circles, hands moving up and down, getting every tense spot.

his fingers worked like magic on your back. every touch, every caress made you fall into a state of heavenly bliss. just how did he learn to massage that well?

"do you want me to go harder? or softer? you need to remember to tell me, sweetie,"

"mngh, it's good. keep going," you replied with your eyes closed. you didn't want to break this moment - and you almost felt tempted to stay in sylus' bed forever - as long as every worry you had dissappeared.

"shh, just relax. i got you,"

his hands move up to your upper back and massages between your shoulder blades. a couple of days ago, you had remarked about how sore you were - it was meant as a fleeting comment - but it was something sylus was determined to remember. who was he if not the person to take away your pain? just mention whatever you want and sylus would make sure it would happen.

your pain eased away and pleasure replaced it. he noticed how much more relaxed you were now, and proceeded to lie down besides you. while you had fallen asleep, sylus gently played with your hair. it was still a wonder to him that you were here, in his bed, just making yourself at home.

after what felt like 9 hours were merely half an hour and you were still cuddled up with him and as the pain subsided you noticed how tired you truly were. a yawn escaped from you - and sylus' chuckle almost brought you back to reality.

“you’re welcome to fall asleep again sweetie,”

sylus saw the pure look of exhaustion and adorned your face with kisses and gentle touches. from your forehead to your jawline, sylus adorned your every feature with careful, loving pecks.

you fell victim to the lullaby that was sylus' heartbeat and when your breathing turned even, sylus too decided to join you in dreamland.

[realcube]

Could you do a Saiki x touch-starved reader

(Also I love your writes!❤️)

SAIKI K x touch-starved! reader hcs

☆ saiki is very apprehensive to touch you

☆ mostly because he's not naturally very physically affectionate

☆ and also because if he gets too flustered he might accidentally level a whole country , ya never know

☆ but if he can read your thoughts so when he finds out that you're eager for hugs and cuddles n all that sweet stuff

☆ he learns to deal with it

☆ and finds ways to touch you that work for both of you

☆ he likes to sit next to you , shoulder to shoulder, just on the couch while y'all are watching something or on the floor while playing video games

☆ it sounds awkward and that's because it kinda is but he considers it to be peak intimacy

☆ and massages !!

☆ he doesn't mind giving / receiving massages at all , especially from you , in fact he really enjoys it

☆ that is the most at peace you will ever see him

☆ though iirc it's canon that trying to rub his back feels like chipping away at stone, but you make it work somehow.. perhaps a chisel ??

☆ he also pats your head, another thing that you might find awkward but comes naturally to him in terms of affection

☆ he's very hesitant to cuddle because he's afraid his super strength might activate and he might crush you

☆ if you're tried and you ask him to carry you to your bed , assuming he'd pick you up bridal style and you'd have a cute moment

☆ you couldn't be more wrong because he'll pick you up with one hand carry you to your bed like a platter of shrimp

☆ he is even very nervous about holding hands because again, super strength

☆ and it makes him feel the tiniest bit bad because like.. he is depriving you of normal boyfriend/couple experiences bc he's a psychic

☆ bc if he was just a normal boy, he'd find a way to overcome his adversity to touch and physical affection for you because he knows you like it and it's the least he can do

☆ but it's obviously a bit harder when you're a psychic

☆ sometimes he practises by hugging pillows but that usually just results in torn pillowcases and feathers/cotton like.. everywhere

☆ and plus the stakes are a lot higher when it comes to you so he's more likely to get anxious and mess something up

☆ but he makes up for it by being sweet in ways you might not expect

☆ like he tends to feed you desserts a lot, and he doesn't even realise how intimate it can be, he just thinks of it as normal to want to share some of his favourite food with a person he loves

☆ and if you get a bit of icing on your lips, he'll wipe it with a napkin for you

☆ he also doesn't mind it when you touch him

☆ since less can go wrong that way

☆ like you could legitimately start using him and human jungle gym and he couldn't care less

☆ in fact, he secretly enjoys it

☆ sometimes you think you can catch him out and surprise him with a hug attack but of course that hardly ever works because... he's psychic

☆ so you'll just pounce on him and instead of falling over like most ppl would, he stays upright and you are left hugging and clinging onto him like he's a tree

☆ also he'll never admit it but he loves lil kiss on the cheek !!

☆ makes him feel very much loved and afterwards and so enamoured and he thinks he does a good job at hiding it but you can always tell bc his expression goes from 😐 to 🙂

☆ a very subtle difference but you as his s/o notice it immediately

[himasgod]

PLEASSEEE RIDDLE X FEM (YUU) READER WHERE DUE TO A VERY HARD RAIN AND STORM RIDDLE HAS TO STAY AT RAMSHACKLE FOR THE NIGHT W/ THE PREFECT.... MAYBE SHARING A BED.... MAYBE CUDDLING...... THE THING IS THAT THE STORM WAS CAUSED BY MALLEUS BC HE'S JEALOUS THAT HIS BEST FRIEND IS SPENDING TIME W/ SOMEONE ELSE..???? IF THAT'S POSSIBLE OFC????

Riddle x Reader

Where he sleeps over at Ramshackle due to a huge storm outside, caused by Malleus' jealousy of you spending time with Riddle

It didn't turn out as well as I expected :( maybe ooc? it was too long, but I hope you like it at least I tried 😭😭

WARNINGS: not-established implicit relationship between reader and riddle?, like they-treat-each-other-like-couple-without-being-so, perhaps a bit toxic malleus, perhaps also ooc, I wish I could write this from scratch

The rain pounded against Ramshackle's windows. The wind howled through the cracks of the manor, each lightning flash illuminating the interior, casting long shadows on the walls. The storm was relentless, almost as if summoned on purpose.

"This is ridiculous," Riddle muttered, his arms crossed as he frowned at the front door.

Barely able to control the trembling of your hands from the cold, you hugged yourself and sighed.

"There's no way you can return to Hearstlabyul in this condition. The storm is worse than ever. It would be best if you stayed here until it passes," you suggested, trying to keep your voice calm.

Riddle clicked his tongue but nodded reluctantly. He knew he had no other choice. His uniform was soaked, and his already naturally flushed cheeks when he was around you seemed even more flushed from the cold and the annoyance.

"Very well. But I want to make it clear that this is merely an exceptional situation," he said, settling stiffly onto the rickety sofa.

The way Riddle hugged himself made you feel a pang of guilt. The sofa was old, and he didn't have a blanket he could cover himself with. You sighed and approached cautiously.

"Riddle… you can sleep in my room if you want. It's not much, but it's better than here."

The Heartslabyul housewarden's grayish blue eyes widened in surprise. It was clear the idea of ​​sharing such an intimate space unnerved him, but the crash of nearby thunder made him tense.

"If you really don't mind…" he finally said.

You signaled for him to follow you, leading him to your room. Once inside, the atmosphere didn't improve much. The rain was still pounding against the roof, but at least there was a warm bed here.

"I'll get an extra blanket, so I can sleep on the floor. You in bed, and there's nothing else to talk about." you said as you rummaged through your things. The moment RIddle went to unleash a torrent of angry words about why he would never let you sleep on the floor, a flash lit up the room, followed by a crash of thunder that shook everything.

Instinctively, you grabbed onto the first thing you found. It was only when you felt the soaked fabric and the trembling of a body against yours that you realized you'd clung to Riddle.

"Sorry...," you whispered, pulling away immediately.

His expression was one of surpriset. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, but you noticed his hands were trembling. It wasn't from fear of the storm. No.

"If… if necessary, we could share the bed," he murmured softly, shifting his gaze to the side.

Your heart leaped.

"Are you sure?"

Riddle nodded quickly, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed him. So, carefully, you lay down first, leaving room for him to do the same. Riddle slid in next to you stiffly, keeping his back straight and his hands on his own chest like a statue. For a few minutes, the silence was absolute, broken only by the storm outside.

"This is… strange," he finally whispered.

"I know," you admitted with a small laugh.

Then, another crack of thunder shook the room, and without thinking, Riddle turned to you, clutching your arm lightly. His face was too close, and his blue eyes shone with a mixture of embarrassment.

"Don't tell anyone," he whispered, burying his face in your shoulder feeling how the touch of his lips against your skin relaxed him.

"It's fine," you replied softly, feeling the warmth of his body dissipate the chill of the storm.

And as you both fell asleep in each other's warm company, Malleus found himself with his hand almost unconsciously scratching a gargoyle from the compressed anger he felt.

He felt the storm he unleashed in his frustration spread throughout the academy. He hoped his best friend, his companion of so many nights of conversations under the starlight, would take refuge in Diasomnia. But no. You had spent the night with Riddle Rosehearts.

Malleus narrowed his eyes, feeling a troublesome lump in his chest.

"Malleus! Is everything all right?" Lilia asked in his characteristically carefree tone, curiosity shone in his eyes. "Last night's storm was… peculiar."

The Prince of Briar Valley didn't respond immediately. His mind kept returning to the image of you and Riddle together in the old mansion, worst, in the old bed. His expression hardened.

"He didn't have to be there," he finally murmured, his voice imbued with a stillness that chilled the air around them.

Lilia raised an eyebrow, noticing the dangerous glint in his pupil's eyes.

"Oh, I see. You mean young Rosehearts?"

Malleus didn't reply, but his silence spoke volumes. Lilia sighed and crossed his arms with an amused smile.

"Malleus, my boy, it's only natural that she has other friends. You can't expect her to spend every moment by your side."

Malleus's gaze darkened.

"Can't I? However, I don't think she needs any company other than mine. In fact, I can say there's nothing RIddle can provide her that I can't." he whispered.

Lilia gave a low laugh, but his expression turned serious.

"If you keep up that attitude, you'll only drive her away, Malleus. You can't control who she spends her time with."

Malleus closed his eyes for a moment. He knew Lilia was right. But the burning in his chest, the nagging feeling that someone else was taking his place, wouldn't go away.

"She's my best friend," he whispered. "And yet, she was with him last night."

Lilia sighed. He knew Malleus wasn't good at handling these emotions. But if he wanted to maintain that bond with you, he'd have to learn.

"Then instead of a storm, go and talk to her,"

Malleus didn't reply. He wouldn't let anyone take him away from his best friend.

In Ramshackle, after last night's storm, and the scent of wet earth wafted gently through the open window,

You blinked slowly, waking to a feeling of warmth enveloping you. Your breathing matched someone else's, and when you turned you head slightly, you found yourself staring into the serene face of Riddle, still deep in sleep. His messy red hair fell over his forehead, and his usually serious expression now looked relaxed.

Your cheeks tinged with a faint blush as you realized the position you were in. At some point during the night, you must have moved, and Riddle had ended up with an arm resting on your waist, holding you as if, even asleep, he didn't want to let go.

An erratic heartbeat pounded in your chest, and you gulped.

"Riddle…" you whispered, trying to gently wake him.

The red-haired frowned and mumbled something unintelligible before he opened his eyes heavily. His grayish gaze focused on you, and for a moment, it seemed his mind hadn't processed his situation. But as soon as he did, his eyes opened fully and a deep blush covered his face.

He let out a sound of surprise, and he quickly pulled away, sitting stiffly with his hand over his mouth.

You laughed nervously, settling into bed as well.

"Good morning, Riddle... I'm sorry for-"

Riddle looked away, his face still red.

"No, no… you don't have to apologize. It's just… I don't usually wake up like this."

The atmosphere around you fell silent, and because of the slight joy that ran through your chest, you began to laugh out loud, unable to stop the blush from rising to your cheeks as well.

He smiled seeing you, but before he could say something, a knock sounded on the door. You both turned. You felt an almost suffocating energy filled the air. You know kinda well who was it.

With a bad feeling, you got up and went to open the door. As you expected, Malleus stood there, looming and frowning. His green eyes scanned you, as if confirming something.

"You spent the night with Riddle Rosehearts." It wasn't a question.

You felt a pang of guilt. You had missed your casual nightly get-togethers to chat and stargaze.

"Yes. I couldn't let him return to Heartslabyul in that storm…"

Malleus narrowed his eyes.

"Funny. Couldn't you have brought him to Diasomnia instead? I spent the night waiting for our casual stargazing meetings. And you didn't come."

Before you could answer, Riddle appeared at your side, his expression now completely serious.

"With all due respect, Draconia, she is free to decide who she spends her time with. She doesn't have to justify her actions to you."

Malleus's eyes flashed with a dangerous glint.

"Interesting that you should be the one to say that, Riddle. Tell me… when did you start considering yourself so close to her?"

Riddle didn't back down from the fae's pressure. On the contrary, he stood taller.

"For a long time. And I don't see what the problem could be."

The atmosphere grew heavier, charged with electricity. You felt a chill run down youe spine; it seemed that at any moment the two of them could start a dispute.

You took a deep breath and stepped forward, placing a hand on Malleus's arm.

"Malleus, please. I don't want this to turn into an argument."

He clenched his jaw and looked away, but the resentment in his eyes didn't fade.

"If that's what you wish…" His voice was lower, but the bitter tone was unmistakable.

He glanced at Riddle one last time before turning not without first giving Riddle one last threatening look with his emerald green gaze.

When his presence finally dissipated, Riddle let out a low sigh.

"He seems quite jealous. I never would have imagined such a… human side of him"

You nodded wearily, feeling a slight pressure in her chest.

"Malleus is very important to me. I don't want him to feel displaced."

Riddle regarded his seriously before gently taking your hand.

"Then you just need to be clear about what you wish. What matters is not what Malleus wants, nor what I want. It's what you wish."

A somewhat arrogant air that was normal for RIddle returned to him as he slowly stroked your hand, still watching Malleus's departing figure.

"And it seems that today, at least, you've chosen me over him."

"Don't be so arrogant, Riddle. It doesn't suit you at all. Especially when you heard thunder and were clinging to me like a baby."

Riddle mumbled something that fell between his lips as he let go of your hand, his cheeks red again, his brow furrowed, and he turned his back on you, turning to leave Ramshackle.

"I have to get back to Hearstlabyul before the idiot first-years wake up and get up to some of their mischief again, and I'm not there to keep them in check."

You leaned against the doorframe of the old dorm with a raised eyebrow, watching him decide to leave with his cheeks flushed, but not before adding,

"You know you can sleep with me as many times as you want from today on, right?"

Riddle turned his head with a raised eyebrow before murmuring in a low, somewhat daring tone, not typical of him, but one that you definitely liked.

"Don't doubt I'll use this privilege more often. Even if it means Malleus striking Ramshackle down with lightning. In fact, maybe I should start coming here more often. To make sure Malleus doesn't come back to you with his toxic attitudes… you know."

You snorted as you said a vague goodbye to him, closing the door behind you.

It seemed like it wouldn't be the last time you'd have your favorite housewarden clinging to you under your covers.

[willowed-wisp]

NSFW ALPHABET [ könig ]

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s a literally teddy bear, he’s so caring when he gets past the anxiety. Whether it’s your first time as a couple or ten years in- he’s giving you cuddles, he’s grabbing snacks and drinks for you.

Whatever you ask, you will be given by König after sex and in general.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

König hates himself- it’s a well known fact. He doesn’t like an inch of himself… until he met you. Compliment this man to get his self worth up. He guesses his hands, he soon finds out he’s quite talented with them.

On you, he can’t narrow it down. You are an angel in human form to this man. It’s not a body part, but your voice. He could hear you talk about anything and you’d have his full attention.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He adores the closeness to you. He doesn’t feel completely spent until he’s cum inside of you. And there’s ALOT of it from years of pent up frustration.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

The military is the only thing that kept him alive for so long, he wants to fuck you in his full gear- minus the weapons. It’s like both worlds colliding.

Bonus points if he does it in a KorTech office. No he is not ashamed by it- he is a freak in the bedroom.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Very little experience, you’re probably the second or most probably the first person he’s been intimate with.

This guy avoids humans, you just happen to be a kind and tolerable one.

You probably teach him a fair few tricks, but with the equipment he’s packing… it doesn’t take many tweaks to have mind blowing sex. Good with his hands, remember.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

SPOONING: He’s such an intimate guy, loves holding as much of you as he can and feeling your body. He’s touched starved. He can get a good angle without hurting you with his well endowments.

CLOSE-UP: He loves the comfort of sitting with you eye level watching you come undone. He can hold you the closest you’ve ever been. It’s also friendly to his predicament downstairs, you have full control over what happens because you’re on top. He doesn’t mind being a bottom once in a while.

SEATED STRADDLE: Loves it after you’ve just eaten dinner and you straddle his lap. One thing leads to another and you’re eye level with him- his feet on the ground at either side of the chair so when he feels dominant he can plough up into you. Another safe position to prevent soreness for your sake.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Doesn’t really mess around- because of his anxiety, he wants you to have earth shattering sex. He has an odd joke here and there but in general he’s really quiet because he’s so focused on how well you pulse around him and making you feel good.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Snail trail of like dark/dirty blonde hair- maybe a little darker than his head of hair. He’s relatively well groomed, again from being self conscious.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s so devoted- a teddy bear in a grizzly’s form. Kisses you all the down and goes down on you for hours. Lips never really leaving you.

Been known to put rose petals on the bed before throwing you on the bed and his head between your thighs in a few seconds.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

So depressed he never felt the need to, maybe antidepressants used to inhibit his sex drive.

Doesn’t even do it when you’re together- he can’t get off unless he’s buried inches deep in you. Even blowjobs, no matter how amazing you are, he needs your pussy.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

AURALISM : He can’t enough of hearing you moaning on top of him, under him… anywhere. And the noises of how wet you are, he’s getting off on that.

ROLEPLAY: He lives two lives and likes that you embrace that in asking him to fuck you in his gear… his dirty secret is ticked off the bucketlist. He looks good in any emergency service costume.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

As long as it’s you and him; he’ll fuck you anywhere in your home. If you met him still living at your parents’, he gets off fucking you against the wall to limit the noise. Your parents thought it was squirrels or raccoons (wherever you live)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your sweet moans being dragged out while he taints your skin with lovebites. Also gets off to you in controls because he could easily top you but you just have to prove you can top the 6’10” military man.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Insulting you in any way- degradation isn’t his thing, he’d gut anybody who dares insult you.

Public sex, just isn’t for this timid guy.

Hurting you in anyway, even when he brushes against your cervix every time you’re fucking, he’s apologising profusely.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Could eat pussy all day, the taste, the sound your folds make when they’re so wet from arousal and your honeyed sounds. He does it so much he is the master of oral.

Prefers being in your pussy compared to blowjobs. He enjoys you, he just can’t get off no matter how skilled you are.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He tries to be slow and sensual to get you used to the stretch around him, but when he’s drunk on you… expect a rabid animal. He’s like a fucking jackhammer, just as long as you can take it. If you prefer slow and sensual he’ll do that but if you’re up for some ploughing, expect not to be able to walk for half an hour afterwards.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

This man doesn’t know the definition of quickie… he’s all about worshipping you and his cock size makes it difficult. He needs to get you nice and wet.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Nothing in public. But he isn’t adversed to fucking you in his office on his desk or you riding up on his chair. Though, he’s never leaving that door unlocked.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Can go three rounds one after the other, like of extensive sex. He’s been in the military for 15-20 years, he’s able to pleasure his partner.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He believes in trying anything once but doesn’t reuse the sex toys after experimenting. And you don’t have a need when he’s around.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Is known to tease, but caves in too easily when you do your little pouty face or start touching things you shouldn’t. You tease him more than the other way round.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He chants German terms of endearment to you and grunts. If you’re taking him so well, he’s moaning as loud as you (you’re screaming for the most part as he starts moving) and it’s such a turn on. It’s like warm wind against your face.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Sometimes will handcuff you on the bed frame and do unspeakable deeds to you to wake you up (consent given beforehand- he’s uncuff you in a heartbeat if you wished it). He’s feasting between the apex of your thighs, fingering you until you’re messing the sheets and then hammering into you with your legs over your head.

You call that beast mode.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

It’s pretty obvious, he’s jacked and his v-line encases a nine inch long, girth monster.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He hasn’t been on antidepressants since being with you. He’s not lonely anymore, so his sex drive is wild. Everyday if you can take it and he isn’t hurting you.

Scale of 0-10, a solid 10.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends how many rounds have taken place, but makes sure you have everything you need before he considers sleeping. And when he does, it’s only with your fingers stroking down his body and stroking his hair.

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[stayfortwominutes]

💭 reaction: bc, lk, hj, sm | pillow talk

disclaimers: written from third person perspective, no depictions of the members' personalities, actions or thoughts reflect their true character.

pairing: skz members × gn reader | content: fluff, mentions of anxiety and other mental health terms

‧ ୨୧ ‧ pillow talk: intimate conversation and moments between a couple ‧ ୨୧ ‧

‧ ୨୧ ‧ 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏 ‧ ୨୧ ‧

୨୧ you and chan both shared a love for affection and when you would stir in the middle of the night, squirming in his embrace ー likely from a nightmare ーhe would reach over to your side to turn on the lamp, easing his grip to give you room to breathe.

୨୧ he would gently wake you by squeezing your arm, wanting to make sure you felt safe. before you can fully grasp the situation, your bleary eyes come into focus to discover chan leaning over you with his eyebrows furrowed, and concern flooding his eyes. his hand hovers over your forehead, a soft cloth in his grasp, that he kept nearby to help wipe the cold sweat that often accompanied your unpleasant dreams.

୨୧ once chan notices you have rejoined him in the realm of the conscious, a small lopsided smile would emerge on his face: "it'll be alright, it was just a dream" ー he would repeat this in a comforting, hushed tone. without a single word, he would bring you some water, in case you needed to refresh yourself.

୨୧ as you two begin to lay back down and settle in, chan would have his arms open, ready to cradle you back to sleep. without skipping a beat, you would find yourselves in a mess of tangled limbs. you press several short kisses against his cheek in appreciation of his thoughtfulness, before cuddling into him, ready to return to a deep slumber with the silent, hopeful wish of reuniting together in your dreams.

୨୧ this time, you relish, both emotionally and physically, in the warmth of chan's care: a fuzzy warmth emanates from your heart.

‧ ୨୧ ‧ 𝒍𝒆𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 ‧ ୨୧ ‧

୨୧ the topics during your pillow talk sessions are generally light hearted ー ranging from how the day went to whatever thoughts had been preoccupying either of you that week ー it was always a moment of unfiltered thoughts, frequent laughter, and momentary, childish debates.

୨୧ often times, you could be very animated, as you lay on your back, eyes to the ceiling detailing your grand dream from an earlier nap, minho lays on his side, gazing at your silhouette, completely enamoured.

୨୧ one arm props him up, and the other is busy gently patting your stomach above the covers. you are both cosy underneath the blankets in your matching gingham pajamas. a delicate, loving smile is etched on minho's face that cracks only to hum in agreement, or annoyance, should something have upset you. during moments of serious contemplation, you would lean into him to fiddle with the hem of his top, fingers haphazardly grazing against the skin of his abdomen causing him to stifle a laugh because for his sanity, he would rather you did not know just how ticklish he was.

୨୧ occasionally, when your movements are a little too energetic, and the blanket falls away from your waist, minho nonchalantly gathers it and subtly tucks it back into place, it's a habit that he had developed from day one since you had moved in, and you always appreciated it, reciprocating the act with a peck to his knuckles or cheekily against his pulse point.

୨୧ when minho would notice your voice becoming quieter and your speech slurring from sleepiness, he would pull you closer in his arms, shifting like a puzzle piece that fit perfectly against you.

୨୧ the arm that propped him up would become your pillow, and you naturally snuggled, akin to his feline siblings, into his chest, favouring his left side so you could enjoy the lull of his heartbeat as you drifted off.

୨୧ on nights when you felt restless, he would offer to sing, which you would gladly accept, with your ear planted firmly against his chest, captivated by the reverberation of his voice, the soothing atmosphere would swiftly assuage your worries.

‧ ୨୧ ‧ 𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏 𝒋𝒊𝒏 ‧ ୨୧ ‧

୨୧ after the two of you showered, and changed into your pajamas; yours was one of hyunjin's oversized shirts ー just being engulfed by his scent gave you a glimpse of a sanctuary from the demands, frustrations and stress of the outside world; a place where you could just peacefully exist ー the full experience was only true when you were enveloped in his loving arms.

୨୧ due to your respective schedules, when you two finally reconnected, it was already nighttime so you made a conscientious promise to each other to spend even just a moment of heartfelt, quality time together. on this occasion, you nestled in his lap, between his thighs, as he busied himself with drying and eventually braiding your hair.

୨୧ besides talking through your days, hyunjin loved sharing the photographs he had recently taken and any sketches he had been working on. with genuine interest, you exchanged thoughts, and oftentimes, you earnestly encouraged him to transform his sketches into paintings, try new mediums and techniques and to not give up if the work in progress did not match the initial vision he mentally crafted.

୨୧ being a lover of poetry, hyunjin was a romantic at heart, and so, he never fell short of appreciation and adoration of you. he often found the beauty of you reflected in nature and would always point out and remind you of how precious you were to him. photos of picturesque sunsets, a hand-picked bunch of wild flowers, a miniature keyring of your favourite plushie or an artisanal box of your favourite pastries ー hyunjin would happily present his devotion to you through thoughtful gifts: a song, a poem, a drawing or a whisper of reassurance; all were a proud, sincere declaration of love.

୨୧ loving with hyunjin was as easy as breathing: unconsciously, it took root, blossoming steadily, persevered in unfamiliar conditions and strengthened under the tender touch of patience and gratitude.

‧ ୨୧ ‧ 𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒊𝒏 ‧ ୨୧ ‧

୨୧ the fondest memories of your relationship with seungmin were built on the spontaneous, intimate moments that broke through the walls of fear and insecurities and found an abundance of acceptance and understanding in one another's arms and most importantly, in your hearts.

୨୧ it was an innate awareness that you each developed, you were sensitive to the other person's mood and disposition. on nights like these, where anxiety bubbled unendingly in the depths of your mind and your inner turmoil manifested into unusual silence and emotional withdrawal, seungmin was attuned to even the slightest of your movements, ready to provide you with whatever your heart desired.

୨୧ on this particular evening, seungmin lay with his back facing you, which was to accommodate your expressed wish to have space because you felt suffocated, not by him, but by all the thoughts swirling in your mind. seungmin complied, but his concern overruled his fatigue and he was subconsciously waiting for you to reach out to him.

୨୧ when seungmin felt your side of the bed shift, your hands winding around his waist and your forehand gently burrowing between his should blades, he broke from his drowsy state and regained his composure. silently, he brought his hand to lay above yours, his thumb mindlessly running back and forth across your knuckles, an unspoken affirmation of unwavering support and togetherness.

୨୧ seungmin knows you will signal when you're ready, and though he feels the stiffled sobs that rattle through your frgaile soul and it's accompanying warm tears that seep and seem to sting his heart, he resists the urge to sweep you into his chest. tap tap. you wearily nudge his back with your forehead. the signal releases the air caught in his throat, and he steadfastly turns over, gathering your delicate being into his secure hold.

୨୧ "i'm here, i'll listen." those simple words unravel the knotted worries, they open the floodgates and the bubbling hurt oozes out. seungmin doesn't know nor does he care how long it takes for you to let out all those pent up emotions. he is well aware that while it is a privilege to have found such a pure love, he is also grateful to be a source of comfort and a shelter you seek refuge in.

୨୧ when the exhaustion has consumed you and you've fallen asleep, he takes a tissue to dry your stray tears, the strands of hair that drape across your face in disarray are tucked gently behind your ear, before he presses a chaste kiss to your temple.

୨୧ seungmin vows that he'll walk alongside you on whatever path life presents, whether it's cloaked in flowers or the path becomes muddy, and unclear. so long as you're by his side, hand-in-hand, you will walk that road together.

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© stayfortwominutes ; january 20,2025 | edited: january 21, 2025

author notes: i went with a rather G-rated definition of pillow talk, and tried a new different format! it took me too long to write and post this... please let me know if you enjoyed this. slowly but surely, i want to get back into writing and sharing with everyone.

[cuverale]

can we have us as Lee Byung Hun wife?? pretty please🙏😭 (idk if I'm write it's right, srry, I'm not good in english)

ᯓ bliss — lee byung-hun.

note: loved the idea!! enjoy <3

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tmz_tv Actor Lee Byung-hun and his wife, Y/N L/N, recently celebrated their wedding anniversary in style, and fans can’t stop gushing over their heartwarming photos. The couple marked the special occasion with a romantic photoshoot, capturing their timeless love and undeniable chemistry. Known for keeping their private life low-key, the duo gave a rare glimpse into their relationship, sparking admiration from fans and media alike. Their elegant yet intimate celebration was a testament to their enduring bond, proving that their love story is truly one for the ages.

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[yierrem]

dating headcanons - zzzero men edition pt. 2 ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

ft. gn! reader x asaba harumasa, billy kid, and seth lowell ; a follow up to my previous dating hcs (which can be found here) and a response to a request ( ^ω^ ) first post of the year（≧∇≦）i hope you enjoy reading!!

asaba harumasa

very clingy. when you're not together, he'd be texting you random little updates or beg for your attention just for the sake of talking to you if calling momentarily isn't an option. sometimes he tries to use you as an excuse to get out of work, but after he's done it a couple of times, you've become immune to always bending to his whims and suddenly he's whining about how you don't love him anymore.

["wait i'll look at your texts later brb love u ^3^" "so you hate me."]

an avid quality time enjoyer, if i've ever seen one. he's content with lazing around with you or doing mundane tasks that don't require much physical effort. likes cuddling against you when you're just sitting engrossed in doing something with your hands and reading or watching something together.

even though he usually appears and acts lighthearted, deep down, he's genuinely happy with you and the relationship you share. he cherishes every moment you can spend together and wishes it could go on for as long as he lives. you're the person he refers to as family when on one of his much-dreaded doctor appointments.

alongside the nightmares he already has regarding his sickness, he'd have times when he'd wake up in a cold sweat from dreams of losing or leaving you and the people he cares for. thankfully, on the days you sleep over, he has you; he's comforted by the sight of your sleeping figure and clings to you for the rest of the night.

on a lighter note, sharing a bed with this man is probably a chaotic experience on a dreamless night; initially, you'd both fall into slumber comfortably cuddled against each other, but the following morning, one of you would be seconds away from suffocating in a vice grip.

billy kid

loves playing games with you. he's usually competitive when playing against you but when you're both on a team together, he's suddenly the biggest cheerleader there is. if both of you lose, that's totally fine! you'll get it next time. what matters to him is that you had fun together.

deeply appreciates it and enjoys when you match him nerd-for-nerd, even if you don't share a lot of similar interests. you take turns randomly info-dumping about any piece of media or activity you're into and both of you pay genuine attention to whatever the other is talking about. he loves listening to you passionately talk or share anything about any topic because you do the same for him.

adding on to the previous point: both of you make jokes about liking your favorite fictional characters or celebrities more, just to be playfully petty.

["if you had to choose between me or monica, who would you pick?" "...well, yes!" "..." "alright, then. between me and /insert favorite character/--" "that's unimportant."]

after spending so much time with him, you already know which maintenance products he likes for himself or his guns. kind of like how other people know what shampoo or body wash their partner prefers. when you see he's running out and you buy them without telling him, he'll notice and be weeping tears of joy.

if you take a while to open up to him about certain things, he's alright with that and will tell you to take your time or give you the space you need. he's been the same when it comes to sharing his past with other people and understands that some things do take courage to tell.

seth lowell

despite having been in a relationship for a while, he most likely still gets easily flustered from any vaguely flirty quip and intimate gesture that comes from you. you could use this knowledge to your advantage but do have mercy on the poor guy.

[there was one instance where you gave him a quick peck on the lips without giving much thought to it before leaving and all he could do was stay where he was with his brain buffering for a whole minute.]

even though he's somewhat shy about expressing his admiration or appreciation for you and sometimes stumbles through his words when doing so, he's sincere in everything he says and does for you.

you're one of the very few people he trusts with touching his tail and ears. it's come to the point where when you're both just laying together, he wouldn't mind the feeling of your fingers gently rubbing on a certain spot on his ears while you run your fingers through his hair.

he appreciates that you see him for who he is and acknowledge his efforts to get where he is now. your affirmations, whether spoken or unspoken, mean much to him and he feels like he can truly be comfortable when he's around you.

sometimes, he unknowingly acts or does very attractive things and it just blows your mind. he'd steer you by the waist from bumping into things or, if you're shorter, accidentally pin you against a wall/surface when trying to reach for something from a high place because he just wants to help! you should be more careful, you know. but you've already mentally imploded while your sweet, sweet boyfriend remains clueless.

[earlysunshines]

asap baby

kim minji x fem!reader ; fluff

synopsis: hanni and danielle spent months getting you and minji together only to find out you haven't kissed once

warnings: sixth member reader ; they makeout i GUESS muahaha very small tho very short ; if you have a sweet tooth you'll love this one I hope ; loser gf minji I fear (my type) ; not proofread

a/n: LOSER GF!!! muahahahaha also i wrote this in one sitting what

not many things make kim minji weak in the knees, she’s very good at keeping her composure. however, as soon as you were put into her life, all of that was thrown out the window.

you’ve been minji’s member for over a year. you’ve also been dating kim minji, the prettiest most gorgeous girl you’ve ever met for nearly two months now–all thanks to hanni and danielle, your other fellow members.

as happy as they were to get you two together, it was almost dreadful to witness the two of you together. it wasn’t necessarily awkward, but time alone with minji was limited, and you two were stupidly shy and giddy when the girls were around you. the two of you still act like how you did while you were crushing on each other – before the confession – and it’s not entertaining.

you’re much more outgoing and open about your feelings, however, but you’re willing to be patient for minj–even if that means her taking forever to initiate things and show you just how in love she is other than using acts of service and gift giving.

it isn’t until hanni and danielle bug you to death on your whole relationship, itching for more out of the two of you.

–

hanni and danielle sit in front of you, petrified.

“you’re telling me, the most you’ve done is held hands with her and kiss her on the cheek?” danielle gasps, her brows creasing.

you shake your head, blushing. “okay, well, i’ve kissed her hand and forehead too–”

“bro, you haven’t kissed her? you’ve been dating for like, almost two months are you fucking kidding me?”

putting up your hands in defense, you begin, “hey! she’s… shy… i think about kissing her and shit like that all the time but… i just… you know.”

“oh y/n, you haven’t even tried to initiate it? i know her, she definitely wants to kiss you too.”

“well,” you start, crossing your arms. “kissing isn’t the most important part of a relationship. she makes sure i’m healthy and we sleep in the same bed and i like her and care for her and–”

“well yeah you’re right but we didn’t spend five months listening and watching you two drool over each other just for you to end up together and act like an awkward couple in the 90s!”

“hey! we’re not! stop that!” you roll your eyes, then flop onto your bed from where you sit. picking up your phone, you gaze at the picture of your girlfriend on your screen. “i just– we kind of agreed to take it slow.”

“take it slow my ass man.” 

“well, everytime i’ve tried to initiate things more… you know, couple like… we always get interrupted! i mean i’ve tried to kiss her but i swear hyein and haerin have some superpower that lets them know when one of us tries to and they end up walking in and ugh!”

you weren’t lying, really. most attempts at trying to be affectionate and bolder were often interrupted.

after two weeks of going out with minji, spending nights together and cuddling as you talked about who knows what, you finally had the chance to be home alone. with everyone's schedules piled up, this rare moment of solitude was perfect.

minji had her arm around you as you both watched a movie, deciding to spend your last hour together curled up beside each other. your thumb gently grazed her hand repeatedly, making her smile and lean her head into you a bit more. it was calming, just being there beside her. the warmth of her presence was comforting, filling you with a sense of peace.

halfway into the movie, you turn to kiss her jawline. she tilts her head slightly, allowing you better access, her smile widening. the simple act feels intimate and precious, a quiet affirmation of the more romantic bond that took months of (mostly danielle and hanni’s) work to happen. 

her skin is warm and soft against your lips, sending a flutter through your chest. you savor the moment, wishing it could last forever.

“that tickles, you know.”

“mm, but you’re so cute.”

“you’re so corny,” she says, blushing. she looks at you more closely, tilting her head. “is that my t-shirt?”

“too early to do that?”

minji shakes her head. “nah, you look cute.”

her lips turn up in a smile, and you mirror her. “now look who’s corny.”

“oh, shut up, you’re literally blushing.”

“that’s only because the girl in front of me looks so good right now.” you gently push her glasses up so they sit on the crown of her head. the movie in the background dissolves into white noise, and minji’s breath hitches. your eyes dart down to her lips, making you subtly bite the inside of your own. “so good, kim minji.” 

she leans in closer, the warmth of her breath mingling with yours. the moment feels suspended in time, the anticipation building. you can see the sparkle in her eyes, feel the rapid beating of her heart through the closeness of your bodies. everything about her draws you in, making you smirk as your head tilts.

just as your lips are about to touch, you hear the door swing open and a pair of voices fill the air. you and minji quickly part, hearts racing. minji chokes on nothing, coughing as hyein walks into the living room and plops down on the couch between the two of you.

"hey, what's up?" hyein asks, oblivious to the moment she just interrupted. “what movie? no way you’re watching the mario movie without me!”

you exchange a quick, knowing glance with minji, both of you struggling to suppress smiles and calm your racing hearts. 

“sorry…” you mumble, turning to hyein and giving her an apologetic smile. “you’ve already watched this movie like three times!”

“still! i can’t believe you left me out…”

minji scoffs playfully, smiling at the two of you. she raises her brows at the youngest member. “you literally had a shoot, it’s not like we can facetime you in the middle of it.”

if that were even possible, hyein would’ve had to witness everything that had happened before. you and minji preferred things to be less… out there. besides, hyein didn’t even know the two of you were more than just members that had gotten super close. 

“hey, let’s watch it the next time we’re both free then!” you offer.

“yes for sure! anyway, i’m going to go change”

hyein walks off, leaving you and minji a space away from each other. minji stands up and puts her hand out, you grab it with a teasing smile. your girlfriend rolls her eyes at you and starts to lead you to the room you two share.

the two of you don’t really speak on the incident.

–

it takes a bit of time, a few weeks after the first incident to be exact, before you get the confidence to try again.

the rest of the members and your performance manager have gathered outside to recharge and grab water, leaving the two of you alone. minji sits next to you on the floor of the practice room against the mirror, both of you sweaty from practice.

minji is on her phone, her breath still a bit heavy from the past thirty minutes of repeating and repeating several moves until they were perfect. your eyes soften at the sight of her, knowing how hard-working and passionate she is about being an idol. she's been your main motivation ever since you both were trainees, and the way she caught your eye was also a factor.

you admire her dedication, the way she pours her heart into every dance move and every note she sings. the sweat on her forehead and the tired yet determined look in her eyes only make her more endearing to you. the room is quiet except for your breathing, the air thick with the lingering energy of your intense practice.

gathering your courage, you inch a little closer to her. your heart races, but the desire to share a tender moment with her pushes you forward. you reach out and push away some of the hair framing her face, which makes her turn over to look at you. her eyes smile before her lips do, making you fold.

“tired?” you ask.

“very.” minji admits, putting her phone down and giving you all of her attention. “you’re sweating a lot, you must be too?”

“it’s whatever.” you sigh, leaning against the mirror. you stare at your girlfriend, her eyes drill right back into yours before a smirk plays on her lips.

“you like what you see?”

“my sweaty girlfriend?” you chuckle and push her arm, then bite your lip not-so-subtly. “for sure.”

minji smiles, gums showing a bit. she places her hand on your knee, letting her fingers run up and down your skin. “you’re a tease.”

“kim minji, you look so kissable right now.” the words flow out of your mouth, pausing minji in her place. 

she clenches her jaw before scooting closer to you, her hand moving from your knee to your arm and under the short sleeve covering your bicep. her touch is warm, sending a shiver up your spine.

without saying a word, she leans in, her eyes locking onto yours. the moment hangs in the air, charged with anticipation. 

“yeah? what are you going to do about it l/n y/n?”

you scoff lightheartedly before leaning closer, time seems to slow down as you move your hand to caress her jawline softly. “wouldn’t you like to know.” you whisper just centimeters away from her lips.

both of your eyes close and just as you begin to close the distance, a group of girls bursts into the room. 

you and minji part suddenly, pushing each other away as your cheeks turn crimson. the interruption is jarring, and you can feel the heat rising to your face, matching the flush on minji’s cheeks. the lively chatter and laughter of the group fill the room, making it impossible to continue the moment. you exchange a quick, embarrassed glance with minji, both of you silently lamenting the lost opportunity.

haerin stares at the two of you on the floor as if a meteor had just landed between you, causing both of you to jump apart. there’s now three feet of awkward space between the two of you, and haerin simply tilts her head.

“minji, y/n, you didn’t get water?” haerin asks, her voice tinged with curiosity.

“not... um, thirsty,” you manage to say, feeling the heat of embarrassment still lingering. minji nods in agreement, her gaze darting away briefly.

haerin’s expression remains unreadable as she continues to observe the two of you, her silence adding to the awkwardness that hangs in the air.

your girlfriend jumps up with energy, clapping her hands and beaming, “alright! let’s continue!” which makes you chuckle. minji looks back at you and you mouth, good save, before sticking your tongue out at her.

–

“i told you we almost kissed! we just... every time i want to and we get close, it gets ruined.”

danielle frowns sympathetically, feeling bad after hearing your frustration. hanni shakes her head, then crosses her arms and nudges danielle closer to her.

“dude, just kiss her,” hanni sighs, then turns to danielle, who looks utterly confused. “like this.”

“woah, wait–”

hanni smiles mischievously at you, then fixes danielle with a serious gaze. “just put your hand on her shoulder like this—” she squeezes danielle's deltoid, making her gasp in surprise. “—then look her in the eye.” they lock eyes, and danielle can’t help but smirk at the absurdity of the situation, struggling to keep a straight face. you chuckle, thoroughly amused by their impromptu demonstration.

“then say whatever lovey-dovey shit and lean in, mmm~” hanni hums playfully, puckering her lips for effect.

danielle smirks back, leaning in slightly and catching hanni off guard. hanni jumps back dramatically, looking at danielle with mock horror as danielle bursts into laughter. you join in, unable to contain your amusement at the whole scene unfolding before you.

“oh, come on, hanni pham~ we have to give her a demonstration!”

“gross!” hanni sticks her tongue out at dani, who’s laughing louder now. “i didn’t think you’d actually play along!”

“don’t be shy!”

“i hate you.”

you smile at the two, rolling your eyes playfully before leaning back and hugging your pillow again.

the thought of minji, right before she’s about to kiss you, fills your mind with warmth. memories of those moments flash before you, making you smile. her lips look soft, and you've imagined how they would feel against yours countless times. they must be heaven, and you can't wait to experience it for real. you don’t want this to just be a daydream you have everyday anymore.

kissing minji is something special, something that has to be perfect. you want it to be a moment you both cherish, not hurried or awkward like hanni's demonstration. you want to approach her with tenderness and sincerity, making sure every detail is just right. it's a moment you've been waiting for, and you want to make it unforgettable for both of you.

“ugh, this is so frustrating.” you sigh, collapsing onto hanni’s thigh.”

danielle thinks to herself, then lights up. “wait, you’ve always been the one to start it, right?”

“i guess?”

“just find a way for minji to do it instead then.”

“and how will i do that?”

"just use your ways, i don't want to think about how i'd get minji to kiss me. that's gross…" hanni interjects, prompting you to push her head lightly.

"okay, minji is not gross, and she’s my lovely girlfriend that i want to kiss very much, thank you." you defend minji with a playful smile, while hanni pretends to gag, earning chuckles from you and danielle.

you start to ponder danielle’s suggestion seriously. how could you make a move on minji? she’s confident on camera when it comes to variety shows, livestreams, or anything of that sort, even playing along with fangirls’ comments. but she’s completely different when it comes to you, her girlfriend, and always reserved when it comes to initiating intimacy. she's comfortable with cuddles and the occasional kiss on the cheek, but you want more.

as you think about it, a plan starts to form in your mind. you recall how she responds to your touch, the way her eyes soften when you compliment her, and how she leans into your affection–but this is all behind closed doors

every nuance of minji's personality and her vulnerabilities flood your mind, and they all seem to revolve around your relationship. you muse over the idea of teasing her playfully to elicit a more spontaneous reaction—like kissing you.

as you think about the dynamics between you, a plan starts to take shape in your mind. 

–

the notification on your phone alerts you that minji is live, and since you're done with everything you need to do and nearby, you might as well surprise her.

you stare at the screen for a moment, admiring your girlfriend. she's wearing the leather jacket you bought her before you started dating, a white t-shirt underneath, a cap perched on her head, and the glasses that always make her look even cuter.

"ugh, you're going to be the death of me," you mutter quietly to yourself as you gaze at her image. gathering your courage, you knock on the door to the room she's in. you watch as she jumps in her seat, clearly startled by the sudden interruption.

"hello? who is it?" minji calls out, her voice tinged with curiosity. "hanni, is that you?"

you chuckle softly, turning off your phone and deciding to play along. slowly, you open the door just a crack, peering in with only the top half of your head visible. minji's eyes widen in surprise, and a bright smile instantly lights up her face, showing her gums and top teeth.

“y/n!” minji rolls her chair to the door and opens it fully, grabbing your hand as you step inside. “what are you doing here?”

“i got a notification from phoning and wanted to see you.” you grin, knowing her cheeks are warming up since the live is still going. “i have squid crackers.”

minji pulls a chair beside the two of you and pats it down so you can sit. “yum, let’s eat!”

“okay, okay.”

the live continues on with the two of you bickering over small things, arguing over vegetables and you trying to convince her that they won’t kill her. the comments roll quickly, something tells you that most of the live will be clipped and shared online, not that you mind.

nearing the end of the livestream, you and minji sit close together, your arms brushing against each other as you read through the comments. the phone sits on the desk in front of you, capturing your interactions with your fans.

underneath the desk, where the phone is positioned, minji taps your knee. you subtly glance down and see her hand open, silently motioning for you to hold it. a smile spreads across your face as you turn towards her, interlocking your fingers with hers. you exchange a brief, affectionate look before turning back to the camera, continuing to hold hands as you engage with the comments and wrap up the livestream.

you move your head closer to the screen to glimpse at a few comments, most of them complimenting minji with her glasses on and tousled hair. your lips turn up and you agree, “yeah, the comments are right.”

“what do they say?”

“that you look…” you read a certain comment that makes your nose scrunch as you laugh. “they're saying you look… scrumptious?”

minji chuckles, shaking her head. “strange.”

you lean back in your chair and keep your eyes focused on minji, the whole time as she reads through more comments, eyeing her like a meal. yeah, the comments have a point.

your girlfriend tries to maintain composure as she notices you eyeing her up and down, your tongue poking the inside of your cheek in a playful manner. she turns to meet your gaze, and all you do is smirk at her, glancing down at her lips for a fleeting moment before locking eyes with her again.

kim minji can stay sane for the cameras, she has to. 

even when you look at her like that, and in her hoodie. 

“minji please be my girlfriend…” minji reads out quietly, making you sit up and move to look at the screen yourself.

“absolutely not.” you retort, bringing minji in closer by the arm. “she’s off limits.”

minji looks at you, trying her absolute best to keep her cool and playing off her nerves with a laugh. “says who?”

“me.” you mumble, turning to face her. 

the livestream captures the entire scene: you grinning mischievously at minji, playfully holding onto her arm, clearly enjoying teasing her. she visibly folds a bit internally, swallowing lightly as she glances over at the rapidly scrolling chat. sensing the attention, minji gently unlinks your arms and ruffles your hair, pushing your chair back with a playful eye-roll as a blush spreads across her cheeks.

"okay, that's enough from you, y/n," minji sighs, feigning exasperation but unable to hide her smile. she addresses the screen, her voice warm despite her playful annoyance. "bye bye everyone, stay safe and see you next time!" with that, she ends the livestream as fast as she can, placing the phone down on the table.

as the screen goes dark, you exchange a knowing look with minji, both of you aware of how bold you were.

minji pulls your chair toward her, stopping you in your place right when your faces are a hand’s length apart.

“what was that y/n?” she questions you, narrowing her eyes. 

you giggle. “what do you mean?”

“you know what i– ugh, we’re going to be clipped and posted and–”

“and you’ll be watching over it all?”

minji gazes at you in disbelief, her breath catching slightly as she meets your gaze. you return her look, peering at her through lowered eyelashes, a subtle smile playing on your lips. the air between you two is thick with tension, the intensity of the moment palpable.

you begin to stand up, stretching your arms out as you make your way towards the door. however, before you can take another step, your wrist is gently but firmly pulled back. you turn around, surprised, to see minji still seated in her chair, her eyes fixed you, her pupils dilated.

her cap and glasses are taken off before she stands up and meets your level, her hand travels to your waist.

“was this on purpose?”

“what was?”

"don't make me work for it," minji warns softly, her head tilting ever so slightly to the side. her eyes linger on yours for a moment before trailing down to your lips. you feel a rush of anticipation as you lick them, waiting eagerly to see what she’s planning to do next.

“someone is eager, huh?”

“shut up.” is the last thing minji says before her lips meet yours, finally.

her other hand is on the base of your neck, lightly adding pressure as she kisses you. her lips are as soft as they look, and they feel even better against your lips than anywhere else. 

both of you pull away, then minji looks at you hesitantly. “is this okay?”

“fucking finally,” you sigh right before cupping both her cheeks and kissing her again.

minji's grip on you tightens, her touch indicating the need to hold onto you as the intensity of the moment deepens. the scent of peach and jasmine surrounds you, adding to the dreamlike atmosphere. your lips feel like a wish that no genie could ever grant, so hazy and perfect in this moment. as you slide your hands into her hair, the moment feels surreal, as if you're both caught up in a beautiful dream.

she shifts the two of you over towards the small couch in the corner, settling you down and hovering over you. she catches you smiling at her as your thumbs rub her cheeks lightly.

“you’re so cute minji.” 

“stop that.”

“are you flustered? aw look at you–” she cuts your teasing off with a kiss, both of you smiling into it. you want this to last forever, just you and minji together, kissing, her lips on yours, hand in your hair and the other trailing down your torso – just the two of you in the moment and nothing else.

your desire is rejected when you hear a squeal, making minji fumble and fall on top of you, her face meeting the base of your neck.

“minji? y/n? what–”

hyein.

your girlfriend gets up, crawling away from you, her face beet red and visibly flustered. she meets the youngest member with a complete lack of composure, while you sit up and watch everything unfold.

“w-why didn’t you knock?” minji scolds her, immediately looking away from hyein because she cannot look her in the eye after she had walked in on both of you. 

“are you two together? how long has this been going on? oh my god… why did no one tell me?”

“hyein, listen.”

“i knew something was up.” she facepalms, then looks at you. “sleeping in the same room… being alone together so much– i just though you guys were really close until i caught minji kissing your hand.”

your eyes widen. “what? when?”

“you guys were in the kitchen together cooking and ugh it all adds up…”

minji looks at you and silently pleads for help, prompting you to get up and stand next to your lover. hyein looks at the two of you expectantly, raising her brows as you two shrink under her.

“can we please talk about this with everyone else? they can help sort this out.” you suggest, which only feeds the flame (lee hyein).

“everyone else but me knew this?” she says in shock, then pouts at the two of you. “c’mon! why did you keep the juiciest stuff away from me!”

“because! you’re young! and besides, haerin doesn’t know either.” you desperately try to defend yourself, but none of your words get through her head – or maybe they do and she’s too shaken up to process it.

you and minji look at each other, blushes taking over your faces like a tsunami. 

a small breath leaves your lips; hyein had caught you making out with your girlfriend and now you both have to sit her down and give her a little talk as if you were two parents.

but at least you got to kiss your girlfriend after what had felt like forever, so maybe it was worth it in the end.

(plus, that look on minji’s face – yeah, maybe it was slightly worth it even if the kisses got cut short.)

[frostimochi]

resolutions

(logan howlett x reader)

summary: You and Logan attend a New Years party hosted by Wade. With the countdown to midnight, you both get caught up in the moment and share an intimate moment with each other.

word count: 2.4k

author's note: i unironically had a dream about this the other night, so of course i had to share with the class, days earlier than planned. this takes place a year after deadpool & wolverine. enjoy! :>

find it on ao3 here

. . .

New Years was awfully unpredictable for you. Every year seemed to bring a different mix of highs and lows, leaving you wondering whether the holiday was even worth celebrating. This year, you didn’t even plan to—until Wade showed up with an invitation to his apartment against your will, promising the "social event of the decade." Against your better judgment, you agreed, dragging Logan along as your buffer for whatever insanity awaited. After all, how bad could it be?

It turned out, predictably, to be very bad.

The party was chaotic, as expected when Wade was involved. Streamers hung haphazardly from the ceiling, balloons were scattered across the floor, and someone had already popped open a bottle of champagne—two hours early. The stereo blasted a mix of '80s rock and whatever Wade had decided was "party music," which helped to create an unforgettable experience. And not in a good way.

Surrounding the room, couples were unable to keep their hands to themselves, unflatteringly in your direction. One group of friends were drunkenly laughing as they took selfies under a sagging strand of broken lights, while others swayed together to the mismatched beat of Wade’s horrendous playlist. You watched everything unfold, while Dogpool sat on your lap, constantly begging you for more cuddles.

Logan sat on the couch beside you, opening a bottle of beer, his expression a mix of irritation and mild amusement. He never wanted to come, but you’d convinced him. And of course, how could he say no? The promise of decent company and free booze was enough to get him to tag along. And though he wouldn't say it out loud, he also secretly loved spending time with you.

As Wade danced dramatically in the corner among the rest, Logan shot you a look that said, "This is your fault."

You laughed at his expression, your hands still on Dogpool as you nudged his arm. 

"Come on, admit it. You’re having a little fun."

Logan raised an eyebrow. "Watching Wade do... whatever the hell that is? Sure, a riot."

"It’s interpretive dance," Wade called out, spinning in a circle before collapsing dramatically onto the floor. "I’m expressing the tragedy of running out of nachos."

Logan rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitched in a barely there smile. You caught it and grinned.

“Come here, Mary Puppins! Daddy has a surprise for you!” Wade shouted, diving toward you and grabbing Dogpool out of your lap before you could protest.

You blinked, hands still frozen in mid-air. "What the hell, Wade? She’s comfortable!"

Wade cradled Dogpool dramatically, making kissy faces at her. "Oh, but I have something better," he said in a sing-song voice. "A little treat she’ll never forget."

Logan raised an eyebrow from where he sat, grasping onto his beer bottle while watching the scene unfold. "Oh boy.”

You sighed, already knowing this wouldn’t end well. "I swear, if you try to feed her something weird���"

"Don’t worry," Wade interrupted with a grin. “I made her something special, to dedicate my first year with Puppins here, of course.”

"Let me guess," you said, crossing your arms. "You’re feeding her leftover pizza crusts and ranch dressing?"

Wade’s face lit up. "Are you shitting me? I’ve got something way better than that!" With that, he dug into the pocket of his absurdly tight pants and pulled out a tiny, half-melted sandwich. You swore that you could see a tiny bit of mold in it.

 "Behold, a hot dog sandwich! You know, for dogs, because they deserve the best."

Logan stared at the sad creation in disbelief. "That’s just a hot dog in a bun. For you."

"Fuck no!" Wade grinned, holding the sandwich up like it was the Holy Grail. "This is an exclusive Dogpool meal—made with delicate care!"

Logan let out a low chuckle as Dogpool tried to squirm free from Wade’s arms, clearly more interested in anything but what her own owner had in store for her. 

You grinned at Logan. "It’s a shame. This could have been a bonding moment for the two of them.”

Wade, completely unfazed by Dogpool's lack of enthusiasm, tried to coax her into taking a bite, which ended up with him chasing her around the apartment.

 "Come on, sweetie! You can’t say no to this!”

"Guess Dogpool's smarter than all of us," Logan muttered, taking a swig of his beer as Wade continued his one-dog food fight.

You chuckled to yourself as you watched Wade flailing around the place, bumping into others without a care in the world. Logan’s lips curled into a small, satisfied smile, something that only appeared when he knew you were genuinely amused.

"Well, looks like I haven’t completely ruined your night," Logan remarked dryly, leaning back into the couch and taking another sip of his beer. His eyes stayed on you, still holding the faint smile on his face.

You nudged him gently with your elbow. "You’re enjoying this more than you thought you would."

His gaze flickered away for a moment before he gave a small nod, the corner of his mouth twitching again. "Maybe a little," he muttered, clearly not wanting to give you the satisfaction of admitting it outright.

. . . 

As the night rolled on, a few more guests trickled in, and the energy of the room continued ebbing and flowing. Wade was missing for a bit, which kept things steady for a while. Logan stayed close to you, content to observe rather than participate. You didn’t mind; his dry commentary on the festivities kept you entertained.

You checked your watch for a moment. It was 11:48 pm. Leaning back in your seat, your eyes drifted back to Logan, wanting to start a conversation amidst the awkward silence.

"So, what’s your resolution?" you asked him as the clock neared midnight.

Logan’s gaze flicked to you. "Don’t do resolutions."

"Why not?"

"What’s the point? People make ‘em and break ‘em in the same week."

"Not everyone," you said. "Some people actually stick to them."

"You?" he asked, tilting his head. "What’s yours?"

You went into thought for a moment. You? A new year's resolution? Every time you’ve attempted to stick with one, it always ended up blowing up in your face. If there was anything you wanted more than anything to succeed in, it would probably be to get with Logan. Of course, the concept of it was foreign, but you fell for him the minute you met him. You knew that under the circumstances of what the two of you have been through, there was no chance you could tell him how you felt, or know if he reciprocated the same way.

But maybe it was time to put that all behind. A new year was approaching after all.

There was a long pause before you responded.

 "To... take more risks, I guess."

Logan’s lips quirked. "Risks, huh? Like coming to a party with this crowd?"

"Sure," you said with a laugh. "Your turn."

He shook his head jokingly. “Same as you.”

Before you could press him further, Wade appeared, clapping his hands loudly. "Alright, people! Ten minutes to midnight! Time to get your New Year’s smooch plans in order. No shame in making deals, folks."

Everyone around the room had somebody close to them for the big countdown. It made you glance back at Logan. "You got a lucky someone?"

He gave you a look that made your stomach flip, but he said nothing. Instead, he took another sip of his beer, shaking his head.

A heavy sigh escaped you as you stood up, glancing around one last time. It seemed like nothing was going to change tonight. You made your way towards the kitchen, grabbing a drink to settle the quiet disappointment that had settled in your chest.

. . .

As the countdown began, the room filled with excitement. People paired off, others grabbed sparklers from a box Wade had inexplicably found, and you felt a small pang of awkwardness as you realized you didn’t have a plan for the midnight kiss. You hadn’t thought much of it; you’d figured it wasn’t a big deal.

"Ten!" Wade’s voice boomed over the music, causing the entire room to erupt into excitement. 

People cheered and clinked glasses as the countdown began in full force. You could hear the muffled echo of it coming from every direction, but your focus remained on the drink in your hand, the sudden unease gnawing at you.

"Nine!" Wade continued, getting even louder. You shifted uncomfortably, your eyes darting to the couples already pairing up, lips ready for the tradition. It was just a kiss, right? A simple tradition, nothing more. But why did it pang your heart this much?

"Eight!" 

The countdown sped on, the crowd growing louder, more energized. Your heart rate picked up in a way you couldn’t explain.

"Seven!"

 You turned your head, glancing over your shoulder to the bar, then to the group by the windows, still holding your drink. But your mind was far from the surroundings. You hadn’t planned for this, hadn’t thought much about it until now. The idea of a midnight kiss had always felt trivial before, but tonight it seemed to matter for some reason you couldn’t grasp.

"Six!" 

You looked around for something to distract you, anything to break the tension building in your chest. But as your gaze shifted around the room, you realized that Logan had somehow made his way closer to you, inching his way through the crowd, his quiet presence unnoticed by you as you remained lost in your own swirling thoughts.

"Five!" 

The countdown ticked on, but your awareness narrowed to just the space between you and Logan. You felt a presence beside you, and for a moment, you didn’t even realize it was him until you looked up—his steady, unreadable eyes meeting yours. The air felt different, and you couldn’t tell if it was just the alcohol or something else entirely.

"Four!" 

Logan’s gaze didn’t waver. You felt a flutter of nerves in your stomach, but there was a softness in his eyes that made everything else fade. The crowd continued to cheer, to count down, but all you could hear was the steady beat of your own heart, drowning out the noise.

"Three!" 

Logan's hand brushed against yours. Deliberate, yet gentle, and the contact sent a small spark racing up your arm. You couldn’t help but look at him, a question in your eyes. Was this... real? 

"Two!" 

Logan’s face was in front of you, his hand reaching up to your face, his touch warm and steady against your skin. You couldn’t breathe for a moment, your heart racing at a pace you hadn’t expected. His thumb gently brushed over your cheekbone, a tender gesture that only made everything feel more overwhelming.

The countdown faded into the background as his face inched closer. Your thoughts scrambled, but there was only one certainty you understood. The way Logan was looking at you, the way everything seemed to quiet around you. 

You didn’t pull away. You didn’t need to. For the first time that night, you felt grounded.

“One!”

The room erupted in cheers, but all you felt was Logan’s lips on yours. Warm, firm, and completely unexpected. The kiss was brief, but it lingered, a moment suspended in time.

 When you pulled back, his eyes searched yours, an expression of quiet uncertainty mingled with something more. His lips were slightly parted, as if he was trying to process the same rush of emotions you were. Neither of you spoke. You simply stood there, close enough to feel each other’s breath, the world around you seeming to slow down even further. His gaze softened, a faint, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corner of his lips. But he didn’t say anything—not yet.

The noise of the room swirled back into focus, but it felt distant, like a muffled backdrop to what you both were experiencing in that exact moment. Logan’s hand was still resting against your cheek. Warm, like it had always belonged there.

"Didn’t think I’d be here, doing this," Logan muttered under his breath, his eyes still locked onto yours. There was something vulnerable in his voice, and it made your heart beat faster.

Before you could respond, he let out a soft laugh, shaking his head as though trying to dismiss the weight of the moment. "Wade’s probably gonna never let us live this down," he added, the ghost of a grin curling his lips.

You couldn’t help but smile at his attempt to lighten the mood. "You don’t have to worry about him. I’ll take the blame," you said, the tension between you easing slightly.

Logan looked at you, his gaze more serious now, though there was still a glimmer of playfulness in his eyes. "I’m not so sure I mind…”

There was a pause of silence, but neither of you moved.

“Guess this is what happens when I let you talk me into things,” he said, his voice teasing but warm.

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. “I’m not complaining.”

He gave you a half-shrug, a small, hesitant smile pulling at the corner of his lips. " I’ve been thinking about this. Longer than I should’ve."

A mixture of surprise and warmth flooded through you. You could feel your cheeks flush, but the sudden honesty in his words was enough to settle the fluttering nerves in your chest.

"I’ve been thinking about it too," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper, the truth coming out more easily than you'd expected. "Longer than I realized.”

His thumb gently traced the edge of your jaw, a gesture both comforting and intimate, as he let out a smirk.

"Guess we’ve been a little slow on the uptake, huh?"

“Let’s leave that for last year.”

You smiled, a soft, genuine thing, and his gaze softened in return. Neither of you needed to say more. You were here now, standing close, hearts open in a way they hadn’t been before. And maybe that was enough.

As the noise from the crowd picked up again, people shouting and celebrating the turn of the new year, Logan leaned in a little closer, his voice just for you.

 “Happy New Year,” he murmured.

"Happy New Year," you replied softly, a small smile tugging at your lips. The rest of the world seemed to fade away again, the cheers and music just background noise.

 And you were right where you needed to be.

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bang chan nsfw alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Bang Chan is always very attentive, constantly checking in to make sure you're okay. He’ll ask if he went too far, apologizing if he thinks he might’ve hurt you, but you reassure him that he didn’t. His main focus is making sure you feel safe and comfortable.

he will spoil you with sweet kisses and caresses

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Chan’s favorite body part of yours is your neck. He loves leaving soft kisses along it. The way your skin feels against his lips drives him wild.

He also loves your boobs, just how perfect and soft they feel in his hands. 

Chan’s favorite body part of his is his hands. He’s always been aware of how much they turn you on, whether it’s gently tracing along your skin when you’re cuddling or gripping you firmly while he’s fucking you. He takes pride in the way he can bring you intense pleasure only with his hands.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes to come inside you or on your boobs.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Altought hes the dominant one usually, he wouldn’t mind if you used him for a change. it’s incredibly hot to watch you take control, straddling his cock and using him for your pleasure.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Very experienced. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and he’s willing to share with you what he knows so that you both feel good.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Bang Chan’s favorite position is doggy style. He loves the way it lets him get deeper, hitting every spot inside of you. The view of you bent over, with your back arched, it drives him crazy. He loves having control, being able to take you from behind while watching you get lost in the pleasure. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Chan is half and half when it comes to the mood in the bedroom. If it’s just a quickie, he’ll lean into his goofy side, making you laugh with playful teasing or spontaneous, silly gestures. But when if its serious, intimate sex, he shifts into a more intense, focused version of himself, fully immersed in you and and your pleasure. It’s like he knows exactly when to balance lightheartedness and depth, depending on the moment.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

let’s just say he likes things natural, but he’s not opposed to keeping it well-maintained. He’s confident in his body and doesn’t overthink things, he does however make sure to keep it clean and feeling fresh for you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

somedays bang chan fucks but other days he’s making love. Especially on special occasions or after a nice date. His intimacy isn’t just physical—he connects with you emotionally, making sure the atmosphere feels safe and comfortable. 

J = Jack off (handjob headcanon)

With both of you being busy, there are times when Chan can’t help himself. He’ll jerk off a couple of times a week, usually when he’s away and missing you. He’s not shy about it, either.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Who’s surprised that he has a “daddy” kink?. He loves the feeling of being needed in that way, of you looking to him for guidance and reassurance, both in and out of the bedroom. It’s not necessarily about being dominant in a harsh way; it’s more about the protective and nurturing side that comes with it. He likes to take the lead, making sure you're taken care of, both physically and emotionally. 

The way he calls you “princess” or “babygirl” in those moments, the authority in his voice—it all just gets him going. He finds the balance between dominance and care to be a huge turn-on, and he loves the way it strengthens the connection between you two.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

he’s not picky and, so he’ll pretty much fuck you wherever you ask. Althought he wouldn’t like completely public places where you can actually get caught. his overall favorite is definitely the bedroom, it’s the most comfortable and he gets to focus on your pleasure instead of being seen.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Chan’s totally turned on by the sounds you make—the way your moans get louder the closer you get to cumming. The little gasps, whimpers, and breaths of pleasure only make him want to push you harder, hearing you fall apart beneath him makes everything feel that much more intense.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Chan is definitely not into CNC. He’s all about mutual respect, trust, and making sure everything is clearly communicated before, during, and after. Anything that involves blurry boundries is a huge turn-off for him. He needs to know you’re enjoying every part of what hes doing.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he loves eating you out. Wants to make you cum on his tongue at least once before he fucks you. he just loves how you get all fucked out before he’s even pulled his cock out. 

now, he’s only a man, so he’s happy when you wanna suck him off, but he definetly prefers giving head 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Chan’s pace depends on the mood (again)—if he’s feeling extra needy, he can be fast, almost frantic, desperate to feel you in every way. But when the moment calls for it, he’s patient, taking his time to savor every inch of you. He’s all about feeling you out, knowing exactly when to slow down or rough it up based on how you’re reacting. He loves to keep you guessing, switching it up to keep things exciting.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Chan’s all for a quickie —like when you guys are in the studio and he gets horny, or when you’re both in a rush to leave the house. He enjoys the intensity of those fast, desperate moments. Even if it's brief, he makes sure you’re both satisfied.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Bang chan is a firm believer in trying anything once. he has a few hard no’s but otherwise he’s game for pretty much anything, especially if you bring it up. He loves the thrill of it but always makes sure you're comfortable.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Chan’s stamina is incredible—he can go for several rounds, each one just as intense as the last. He knows how to pace himself, able to keep up a steady rhythm and last long enough

T = Toys (does he own toys? does he use them?)

Chan is definitely into toys, and he probably has a collection. He’s all about exploring new sensations and making things more exciting. From vibrators to restraints, he’s got it all. 

Whether it’s to tease or to enhance your pleasure, he enjoys using them together, always making sure the focus is on you both having fun and pushing boundaries.

U = unfair (how much does he like to tease?)

Chan loves to tease, and he knows exactly how to make you squirm. Whether it’s dragging things out when you’re begging for more or whispering dirty things in your ear, he’s not afraid to play with your patience. He finds it hot, watching you get frustrated and desperate, always making sure you’re completely desperate before giving you what you need. It's all part of the fun for him—pushing your limits and seeing just how much you can take before you snap.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Chan isn’t afraid to let out a sound or two. He’s got a low, breathy groan that escapes him whenever you’re sucking him off, and when he’s really feeling it, those groans turn into louder moans. Whether it’s from pleasure or frustration, you’ll definitely hear him. He’s not one to hold back, especially when he’s lost in the moment, and if you’re quiet, his voice will fill the silence. He’ll talk dirty, moan your name, and get louder as things heat up, making sure you know just how much he’s enjoying you.

W = wild card (random headcanon)

Chan has a secret folder in his phone filled with your nudes. He loves taking pictures of your boobs smeared with his cum or your thighs covered in hickeys to look at when you’re away. It’s his little secret, something he cherishes, knowing that he’s the one who gets to see that side of you. The thought of having those moments saved just for him turns him on more than he’ll ever admit.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s packing more than enough, he’s very thick and knows exactly how to use it.

Y = Yearning (How high is his sex drive?)

High. He always wants to be fucking you or eating you out. Anything you do turns him on.

Z = Zzz (How fast does he fall asleep afterwards?)

chan never sleeps before you, always making sure you’re cleaned up and taken care of. He’ll probably lay next to you playing with your hair or tracing patterns on your skin until you fall asleep.

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p1harmony members when you don’t say “i love you” back

warnings: none!

a/n: requested! enjoy <3

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☆ keeho:

do NOT pull this stunt on keeho. he will be so offended and flabbergasted and he’ll immediately call it out. he says it quite often but always waits for your response. sometimes he might even say “i love you” first just to hear you say it back. so when you don’t respond as usual, instead just pecking him and walking away, he has to take a few seconds to recover from his shock.

he calls out to you, “what was that?” “what was what?” “what do you mean what was what, you didn’t say it back!”

waits in hopes that you’ll say it back now that he’s pointed it out—and will bother you to say it. if you’re stubborn enough not to give in, he’ll roll his eyes. “i see how it is. it’s fine, don’t say it then.” will act petty until you apologize or finally say the words he’s looking for.

will probably pretend to hold a grudge for a while after. makes you promise not to do it again, even if it was just a prank. is overall very dramatic about the whole thing. “you’re gonna have to say you love me every hour today to make up for what you put me through.”

☆ theo:

when theo says i love you, he doesn’t take it lightly. as someone who typically saves such words for special or intimate occasions, having you practically ignore him baffles him. when he comes behind you cooking and softly says “i love you,” your lack of response throws him completely for a loop.

stands there blinking for a second, wondering if you are too focused on cooking (but you’re just stirring) or didn’t hear him (even though his mouth is right next to your ear). cue more confused blinking as he waits for a delayed “i love you” back and doesn’t get one.

eventually his curiosity and confusion get the better of him. “did you hear me?” when you nod, he just stares at you. and doesn’t stop, even when you laugh. “theo, what are you doing?” more staring. you’ve broken him.

when you finally explain the prank, he comes to life again, exasperated. “ya! it’s not funny!” despite his show of annoyance he’s smiling, relieved it was just a dumb joke. goes back to normal the second you say i love you, with a kiss for good measure. “that’s what i thought.”

☆ jiung:

when jiung mumbles “i love you” into your ear while you’re cuddling in bed in the morning, he doesn’t think too much about it at first. he never really expects you to say it in return, he mostly just says it because it’s what’s on his mind rather than for a reaction or response. however, when he repeats the words later when you’re saying goodnight, and you still don’t say it back, he begins to feel like something is off.

immediately jumps to worrying. is something wrong? are you upset with him? or just upset in general? this isn’t like you at all, especially not twice. he waits for a couple minutes in case you bring it up, but when you don’t, he gently approaches the subject.

“is everything okay?” “yeah, of course! why?” “i don’t know, you just didn’t say i love you back earlier, and then again right now…”

he looks so genuinely concerned for you that you drop the act quickly and tell him that it’s just a prank. his worry melts away and he groans dramatically. “seriously? i thought something was wrong!” feels a little ridiculous for falling for it, but is good natured and laughs at himself. with his concerns eased, he repeats his goodnight, smiling when you, at last, say “i love you” too.

☆ intak:

intak LOVES saying i love you and LOVES hearing it from you, too, it makes him so giddy. so he notices it immediately when you don’t say it back when he kisses you before leaving for work in the morning. spends the entire day thinking about it, replaying the moment and trying to understand why you didn’t say it back. is both dumbfounded and anxious. did he upset you? are you mad? cannot fathom why you wouldn’t say it back unless something is wrong.

his concern would quickly turn into feeling kind of hurt and bummed about it. when he gets home, it would be obvious that something was bothering him by his posture and distractedness. you can practically see the gears turning in his head as he ruminates, constantly glancing at you with those inquisitive puppy eyes as you eat dinner like nothing happened.

doesn’t know how to bring it up and just goes kind of quiet, mind still trying to work out what to do and how to figure this out. while washing dishes, he’ll gather up his courage and gently ask you if there’s anything wrong. when you tell him no, of course not, he’s even more confused and worried.

he wouldn’t catch on ever and would just continue to sadly mull over your lack of response in his head so you’d have to tell him yourself that it was a prank. when you do, he practically melts into a puddle with relief. “oh my god, i thought i did something wrong, but i couldn’t figure out what-” will be extra clingy and will demand lots of kisses and “i loves yous” to make him feel better after being stressed about it the whole day

☆ soul:

in my head, soul doesn’t verbally say “i love you” all that often, preferring to save the words for special occasions and intimate moments. so when you don’t say it back, he takes it personally. will literally stare at you, waiting for you say it back

when you walk away instead, he stands in spot for a few stunned moments before following you. and staring again. and if you move again, he trails behind you, eyes practically burning holes in your head while he waits for you to give him the response he’s looking for.

after shifting locations three or four times, you are forced to acknowledge him with a laugh. “what?” “you didn’t say it back.” “what?” “i love you. you didn’t say it back.”

when you shrug and go back to what you were doing, it dawns on him that you’re probably looking for a reaction by pulling a prank. decides to make every effort to put you through hell until you confess your sins LMAO will poke your arm, get all in your space, continually demand you say it back until you finally give in and say it. and then you’re immediately forgiven. he kisses your forehead and goes back to whatever he was doing before like nothing happened, smiling to himself that he beat you at your own game

☆ jongseob:

please don’t ever ever ever do this to jongseob he will be STRESSED. he’s very conscious of the words “i love you” and the weight behind them and makes a point to say them to you at least once a day. when you’re curled up in bed together doing your own things, he gently kisses your cheek and says it.

when you hum in response instead of saying it back, he immediately loses his ability to think of anything else for the rest of the day. will play it off as nothing because he rationalizes that it’s not really a big deal. internally, he’s overthinking like nobodys business. why didn’t you say it back? were you just not feeling it? distracted? upset? maybe you’ve just reached that point in your relationship where you don’t feel the need to say it back every time. but you’ve never done that. are you upset with him? spirals. literally zones out and spirals.

later, he’ll make it more intentional: “you know i love you, right?” when you nod, he frowns. “okay, i’m not overthinking this, right?”

when you tell him it’s a prank, he sighs with relief and a bit of fond exasperation. “i was so stressed...” honestly finds it funny now that he’s not stressed about it, but will be a little petty for the bit. eventually just rolls his eyes, and relents with a “c’mere,” kissing you and telling you not to do something like that again for the sake of his well being

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I'm coming out of my hole to try and do some writing and be very brave about it?! okay!! つ﹏⊂

Little Lucifer Things:

♡ I feel like he would absolutely be thrilled to be a house-husband? Yeah, he's the King of Hell and all, the Sin of Pride, whatever, but...getting to do things specifically for you and him? MOVE ASIDE, EVERYTHING ELSE!

♡ Sweeping and dusting? He's on it! Nothing less than perfect for you! If there's even a single spec of dust somewhere, he goes all out. Begone, pesky particle!!!

♡ Really loves doing laundry! Getting to tend to your clothes feels so intimate in a way he doesn't fully understand. Always makes sure to take extra special care of pieces he knows you favor (or he favors) and any uniforms you might have. The nicest and best smelling fabric softeners, folded to utter perfection. He smells your clothes before and after...

♡ The same can be said about your bed! Depending on how...nights go, he wants everything to be fresh and comfortable and THE BEST for you both. You swear your sheets and blankets are like brand new the way he makes them. May or may not start getting rid of some pillows because it's not like you need them when you have HIM?

♡ Has so much fun going shopping, especially if you come along. Man's attached at the hip and pointing out anything and everything like an excited child. Would probably ride in the cart if you let him or try to get in one of the little car-shaped ones for kids. Super into those little animal crackers that come in the box that looks like a circus cage; he gives you the most pathetic look he can every time so you'll get them. And honestly, how can you say no?

♡ If he's shopping alone this man is on a MISSION!!! Has a list and will follow it to a T. Except maybe for a few things here or there that he'd like to surprise you with, like certain ingredients for a special dinner or maybe something sweet you like.

♡ Runs you baths and INSISTS on running you baths. Knows exactly what temperature the water needs to be for your preference, personally makes you the best bathbombs he can conjure up (they always have a little surprise inside them,) and is an expert at crafting a bubble bath. More than happy to join you if you let him, and even happier if you let him take care of you. There are at least 3 rubber ducks as well.

♡ He is at your beck and call the moment you come home from work. Had a great day? Tell him all about it! He wants to know- seeing you smile makes him feel so light and fluffy, and he LOVES listening to your stories? Had a bad day? Anything you need, you get. Food, pajamas, cuddles, just unwinding? Not a problem. He uh...might have a word with your boss or co-workers, depending on what happened...

♡ Love-love-LOVES anything that's aimed at couples, like matching coffee mugs or things like that. Your house is filled with them. There are so many.

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Noel Noa Relationship Headcanons (SFW/NSFW)

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A/N: This is my first time writing nsfw so if it’s a little stagnant and doesn’t flow as well as it should…don’t look at me..also to the Anon that requested this I apologize for taking like 2 weeks to post this life is rlly busy for me right now lol

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Before y’all began your relationship Noel didn’t have much interest in you. He was fully dedicated to his football career and wasn’t much fond of distractions like romance. You had to approach him, and learn to advance upon your fancy for him on his own terms.

Noel hasn’t explicitly said it yet, but unless you make his coffee for him, he takes it black. When you make it for him or ask him what he wants put in it, that’s the only time he drinks coffee with sugars and creamers.

Noel isn’t a fan of PDA. The most he is willing to give in public environments is hand holding and the occasional hug. He’s more partial to soft, chaste brushes against each other: you patting his chest when you walk away from him after a conversation, rubbing your hand against his to bring some warmth back into the both of you when you two are out in the cold, him resting his hand on your shoulder when he passes you. He prefers your presence near him instead. Standing by each other, sitting next to each other, being in the same vicinity as him but not exactly physically entwined is more professional to him. He won’t turn down a kiss though, a small one to his face or lips. The more intimate ones he saves for private moments because of how flustered it can make him.

Noel would rather wake up with you, but his training schedule often doesn’t allow it (unless you wanna wake up at 5am with him.) Everything is so quiet when he wakes up entangled in your embrace. The sky looks brighter and more within his reach. The roar of transportation vehicles dull and fade away, his heartbeat is more steady and clear in his chest.

When you two are in private together, Noel generally is able to feel you in some way. Your feet brushing each other, your shoulder resting against his, his hand fiddling with the ends of your hair. At first when he noticed he did this, he stopped and was very mindful of your space until you commented on it. Now he doesn’t try to restrain himself.

Noel doesn’t think of himself as cuddly, and would deny it if you ever said he was. He does like cuddles though. He prefers to call it ‘warming the bed.’ When Noel comes home from a meeting he had with his football team, he greets you then sheds his jacket silently while walking to your bedroom. He calls, “Would you like to warm the bed with me?” With a lift in his voice at the end of his question. Your cheeks begin to heat as you bite back a smile and follow him.

Noel would be very good at handling emotional outbursts, but he doesn’t like to be around you once you calm down for a time. Due to his pragmatic nature, he is able to make you take deep breaths and clear the fog clouding your mind away. Once Noel is sure you’re okay, he would leave and give you space. He doesn’t like being exposed to such raw emotion in ways like this, especially if it’s negative. That isn’t to say he is not supportive, but he does well to distance himself until he thinks you can easily think logically again.

Noel doesn’t admit it, but he has a hard time apologizing to you after an argument. Noel’s a sore loser in his own nonchalant way. He’s also a sore winner, but a much worse loser. He fights himself for a good couple minutes before he slips a sigh and follows with “You’re right. The next episode of Bridgerton is going to release tomorrow, not on the weekend.” You nudge him. “I apologize for doubting you.”

The noise, if there is any, in Noel’s head clears instantly when he hears your voice. It’s like a sharp force that cuts through water and grabs a hold of him and keeps him from drowning. He also visibly relaxes when you press your thumbs through and pet his eyebrow hairs.

Noel tries not to show it, but he gets more determined to perform well when you attend his games. It adds just a little more pressure into him to do well. He likes it. He also doesn’t like it. But he probably likes it more than he dislikes it. You look so perfect in the stands watching him, he knows he needs to be as perfect for you.

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Noel is more partial to being a giver. He is fond of giving you pleasure and seeing you enjoy the most vulnerable and intimate activities just because of him. It makes his pride grow, his balls too.

Noel prefers positions where he can see your face. He wants to know if you are reacting positively to what he is doing or not. That look in your eye, that hitch in your breath, the furrow of your brows looks ethereal to him. Missionary is something special to him, he feels love in this position. The way your hands cradle his head and shoulders, the way he presses his face into your neck so he can close his eyes and focus on your moans and how good he is feeling. The way your legs will tighten around his waist or legs, your pussy around his dick too.

Noel also enjoys you riding him. You on top of him moving up and down or side to side make his head foggy. If you tease him in this position he burns red with arousal and partial embarrassment all the way from his face to his arms. Give your tits a good squeeze, roll your nipples a couple times in his face, grab his hand and press it to a part of your body and tell him to grab at you- its all his. He needs to close his eyes just to hold back the wave of pleasure this gives him.

Noel is more on the quiet side during acts of intimacy. He has his fair share of gasps and grunts. He moans when he gets close to cumming, he starts saying your name too. Soft and sacred, the way he lets out your name is whispered so good into your ear. Noel likes it when you’re vocal, not over the top though. No one else should be hearing you, especially if they aren’t in the room with you too (no threesomes w this man, he ain’t freaky like that.) If you’re groaning and moaning loudly every thrust about ‘how good it is’ and how ‘he’s so big I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum-.’ Noel can lose sight of the pleasure. He might also think you’re faking it too, which would ruin his trust in you during sex forever. More natural gasps and moans set the mood, for both of you. He does do a surprising amount of dirty talk, more than you would expect, but it’s still rather vanilla (bros vanilla). He gets off to you dirty talking to him and coaxing him to cum rather quickly.

Noel didn’t have any experience before you, he dates to marry and doesn’t see value in one night stands. You taught him all he knows. If he were to go to another woman they probably wouldn’t get off like you would, he was taught how to pleasure only one other person: you. Noel is probably better with his hands than his mouth. His ambidexterity is useful here too, he’s able to recreate the same motions at the same speed with all his fingers on both hands. When he uses his mouth Noel can get unusually impatient and focus on your flit when he finds it. If he uses his mouth he generally uses his hands if they’re free at the same time. If they aren’t free they’re holding your thighs, hips, or tits.

Noel doesn’t enjoy quickies. He doesn’t like the risk, thinks it’s stupid. He doesn’t like how there isn’t enough time to fully pleasure either of you. He doesn’t like how hot and bothered you are after and have to enter a public space so soon.!He sees no point in them when you think about the circumstances you put yourself in when you have one.

Noel likes to be intimate with you during the night, if he could. When you both are together from a long day of work, he likes to release his stress through these acts with you. He calls it sex to anyone’s face when talking about sex (he doesn’t talk about your sex life to others, he keeps it private) but he refers to it as love making with you. “I want to make love with you, we haven’t been together for long enough.” Noel would coax from behind you as you brush your teeth.

Noel keeps his shit wrapped, ain’t no accidental pregnancy on his watch. (practice safe sex yall kids suck) He also doesn’t have a high sex drive, meaning that you’re usually the one to initiate it. He does like having sex when y’all reunite after awhile apart. There isn’t any logic to it, but you feel the same so he doesn’t question it.

When Noel receives head he would rather be sitting than standing. He won’t hold eye contact with you either. If he sees your irises looking up at him, the bottom half of your face gone as his dick replaces it, he’s an instant goner. If you rub your face on it, if you suck his ball sac, he’s a goner. He likes being sucked off, but often doesn’t request it. He would hold your hair back if you needed it, but that’s really just so he can remove you from his dick if he gets too close before he wants to (but he wouldn’t tell you that.) He feels all mushy inside when you run your hands over his thighs and kiss up his length.

Noel doesn’t have any hard kinks. He is willing to try some stuff out with you if they aren’t too hardcore, but generally doesn’t go for that type of stuff. He can definitely bully you with his size and shove you around if you want. He will use his strength to his advantage against you and be a little rough, he’s fine with that. He doesn’t like hard core spanks or slaps. No handcuffs of bondage.

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This biscuit is just for you, mwah 😽

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