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thefanficmonster · 3 years ago

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Few Too Many

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing, In-game violence and death, Suggestive comments

Genre: Protective fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Jealousy is a dangerous thing, especially when the jealous person is armed with a gun....in a game of Counter Strike. At least Y/N’s friend will now know not to mess around and flirt with her, especially not with Corpse around.

Requested by 🐐 Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request! Sorry it’s taken me so long to complete and post your request but here it finally is! I didn’t want to make it IRL violence to avoid triggering anyone while I also felt it’d be very ooc for Corpse to beat someone up but I still hope you enjoy the fic if you come across it and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Hey everyone!“ Y/N greets her squad as they all customize their characters while I sit there, observing and unknowing of what I’m supposed to do. “I invited Corpse to play with us today, hope y’all don’t mind.”

“Of course not! Nice to finally meet you, Corpse. We’ve heard a ton about you from Y/N, thanks for making our girl the happiest she’s ever been.“ One of her friends says, the tone of his voice suggesting he’s only half-joking with the dad like comment he made.

“Nice to meet you too, man. Glad I’m the one she gave the chance of making her happy. That’s all I ever wanna do.“ Though it may sound cheesy, as guys, her friends can probably read into how genuinely I mean what I’ve said.

Dating a girl with only guy friends has it’s pros and cons. Which outweigh which is still up for debate since I’m still researching, but so far so good in my opinion. This is the first time I’m interacting with them directly so I’ve still got a long way to go in terms of getting to know them and the details of their relationship with Y/N better. Regardless, I at least know they can easily understand me and put themselves in my shoes if I ever ‘mess things up’ with Y/N and she goes to complain to them - something that will most likely never happen. I’d never dare make this girl upset. Chances are, if I do, her friends won’t get to me on time - I would deliver my own punishment just the way I think I deserve it. However, there’s also the chance of them getting super protective of her and ganging up on me over something as small as a fight. By the many things and stories Y/N’s shared with me about them, I believe they wouldn’t think twice about kicking someone’s ass for her. They’re not massive dudes - I’ve seen pictures of them - but I for one don’t ever wanna see em angry.

“Ay bro, what’d you do to score our best girl? You must know what she likes. If so please, by all means, do tell.“ One of them, not the one who was previously talking, speaks up, his words making me furrow my brows in both confusion and irritation.

I open my mouth to complain as I slowly start cracking my knuckles when Y/N and her friends beat me to it. Thing is, Y/N’s friend group consists of three guys and her and yet four voices scolded the guy that made that suggestive comment. That being said, this guy probably isn’t considered to be one of her friends, at least not one that’s a permanent part of her friend group.

“Seth, cut it out!“ The guy I was previously speaking to says sharply before softening his tone to refer to me, “Sorry about my brother, excuse his lack of brain cells, please.“

Just then, I also receive a message from someone. Checking my phone, turns out it’s Y/N who by the way is currently in the living room while I’m in the recording room. Her text reads:

Y/N ~ Ignore Seth. I told Leo to not invite him but he’s still here somehow

I send her back a quick reassuring text before answering the guy I now know is named Leo, “No worries, it’s fine.”

“See? The guy can take a joke, you’re all just freaking out over nothing!“ Seth laughs, reminding me and the others of how loud he is compared to us.

Despite acting like it’s no big deal, I can’t help but admit to myself that this behavior of Seth’s has awoken a deeply buried suspicion of mine that’s not only mine but also arises in every guy whose girlfriend hangs out with a lot of guys. It’s not that I don’t trust Y/N - she could literally blindfold me and tell me to walk through a pool of lava, promising it wouldn’t hurt and I’d do it - but we all know about that saying that every guy in a group with one girl has liked said girl at least once.

Disturbing to think these four, including Seth five, dudes could’ve possibly been my competition at some point. It’s nice that they’re all super chill about it, mostly cause some of them have girlfriends as I was told.

Nevertheless, we get over that hiccup and carry on with the small talk and preparations for the game. Since it’s my first time playing CSGO, Y/N, Leo and her other friend Clancy explain the mechanics to me in detail to avoid me getting confused mid-game and getting myself killed. When they finish, we start the round and wait for the game’s algorithm to separate us into two teams which Y/N jokingly refers to as cops and robbers. Unfortunately, the end result of that separation ends up being me getting put in the terrorists’ force with Leo and Clancy while Y/N’s with the FBI, partnered with Seth and her other friend Evan.

“Alright, team, we shall now disperse. Corpse, remember, if you see more than one of them, radio in and lay low, we’ll be with you as soon as possible.“ Leo informs me as he runs off in one direction, Clancy going in the opposite. I confirm I understand and go along my way too, heading for this ancient looking structure that looks like it could belong in an old-timey movie.

Walking in, I realize the place is way bigger than it appeared on the outside. A quick look up confirms that there are three fucking floors above, not to mention that the ground floor is huge. Luckily, there are many crates and barrels to hide behind if I come across an FBI agent. I sure as hell hope it’s Y/N, I could maybe even try talking her into giving me a second chance at life and pretend she never saw me. Come to think of it though, I’d probably prefer getting killed by her rather than her friends - especially Seth.

Given that we’re in a Discord call, I can hear all the conversation going on. They are all quiet though, I can just periodically hear the mumbles of someone muttering to themselves as they navigate the map cautiously out of fear of running into their opponent unprepared. The silence is put to an end though when Seth speaks up, addressing Y/N.

“Yo, your boyfriend’s with the terrorists, ain’t he? That’s like the universe giving you a sign that y’all shouldn’t be together.“ The fucker laughs at his own joke while I can literally hear Y/N rolling her eyes.

“Have you heard of Romeo and Juliet, Seth?“ She asks sarcastically, almost getting a chuckle out of me but I suppress it to avoid getting caught listening in.

“Yeah, they both die at the end. Fucking boooriiinngg.“ Just then, I spot two silhouettes entering the building. Aiming my gun at them reveals their names - just the people I’m currently involuntarily eavesdropping on. Seth and Y/N don’t notice me though so I quickly duck behind a crate and prepare to radio in when Seth continues verbally torturing Y/N and dancing on my last nerves, “I personally think the friends-to-lovers trope is far more interesting...“

Did this guy just- no, he’s gotta be fucking kidding me

I’m left with my jaw hanging in disbelief at this guy’s audacity. I have no doubt Y/N’s about to put him in his place herself but I just gotta have my own chat with this guy. And by ‘chat’ I mean I mindlessly rush out from behind the crate towards where I saw him and Y/N and open fire on him. I hear his startled and upset screams with Y/N’s laughter in the background. She doesn’t try to stop me as a teammate of his should and would, instead she just observes the scene unfold, laughing her ass off.

“Yo man what the fuck was that for?!“ I hear Seth’s yell but only faintly since the sound of gunshots is still echoing through my headphones. Yeah, I’m not done shooting this fucker.

“Corpse...Corpse, buddy...“ Y/N manages through fits of laughter she cannot tame, “That’s a few too many bullets, he’s already dead.”

“And that was a few too many comments for him to be let off the hook.” I answer as sharply as I can with the new-formed smile on my face. What can I say, her happiness is contagious.

“Well, you got your first kill in CSGO. Good job, babe! I’m super proud of you!” She cheers for me, clapping her hands excitedly.

“Nah that was my first overkill.“ I quickly add, with a more threatening tone: “And it won’t be my last.”

“Let’s just hope there aren’t few too many of these overkills either.“ She snickers.

“That doesn’t depend on me, babe.“ I say smugly, suggestively enough for Seth to pick up the dropped hint. Mother fucker’s officially been put in his place and I couldn’t possibly be happier - with the added bonus of getting a ton of laughter out of Y/N who also decides to walk away, leaving me unharmed but promising to shoot to kill next time she sees me.

I’m ok with that. She could kill me anyday.

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pastelwitchling · 3 years ago

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It’s that time of year again, folks. Goodness, that feels odd to say after so long. Watching this episode, I realized that I truly do not care about anyone except Alex, and occasionally the pod squad 😂 I’ve watched each of Alex’s scenes at least three times at this point, and watched Isobel mention Alex to Michael twice, but I did also watch the rest of the episode, so without further ado, grab a nice cup of tea, maybe a snack, because here are my (mostly Alex) thoughts on last night’s season 3 premiere.

I was bored watching everyone else 😅 I think a lot of it stemmed from frustration. I still cannot get over the fact that this whole narrative is treating Max like the one in the wrong when it’s undoubtedly Liz. I’m also not a fan of the storyline where the female character is just constantly fawned over by every handsome guy she meets. It seems like wherever Liz is, whoever she’s working with, they’re always so in love with her, singing her praises and doing everything for her. I just dislike it because it feels very much like pandering, like the woman would never survive if there was someone who acted like, you know, a human around her as oppose to a worshipper. It wasn’t a big thing, I just had to roll my eyes quite a bit.

Kyle. That man needs a break. Thank God, they were going with what I hoped, and ended his relationship with Steph in a throwaway line. That moment he shared with Isobel was so touching, I couldn’t stand it. Huh. Scratch that, I only care about Alex, malex, forlex, the pod squad, and Kyle. That kylex moment - I can’t. Please, God, let this season have so many more kylex moments. I also love kybel, I love their relationship. More Kyle, Alex, and Isobel please.

I don’t like Maria with Gregory. I want redemption for her, but I don’t think she can get that if they have her with another Manes. Just... keep her away from the Manes men. I do not want her near the Manes men. I’m not mortified by it, per say, but I do strongly dislike it right now. It might grow on me later, depending on how she acts.

I will say though I did appreciate the, “You know, Alex is back. Are you here to invite me to the wedding?” This was what I’d hoped from her from the beginning, supporting malex getting together! So long as they don’t mention an “ex” again throughout the show, I’ll be happy. The best thing they can do at this point is pretend the tragedy of season 2 never happened.

(Side note: I’d really love it if Maria stopped taking every chance she got to insult Michael. That’d be nice. Or if they’re going to do it, let someone call her out on it. Like, it’s okay if you scold a woman or give her a genuine flaw that people acknowledge. She’s not made of glass.)

Max looked so cute, I could die. Isn’t he just gorgeous when he’s all tortured? 😂😍❤ I love him. That moment when he listened to Liz’s recording had me near tears. He’s just so tired and so frightened and I think Nathan Dean really nailed the emotion. Have I said I love him yet? I love him.

I enjoyed the pod squad moments, I love Michael and Max’s relationship, I love seeing Isobel and Michael work together to save Max, I love the family of it, it’s so heartwarming.

Now. Malex. Y’all. Words cannot express how I felt when Michael stopped in front of that shop window to fix his hair. That is some fanfic stuff I would write, my heart jumped, I had to hide my smile I felt so bashful, like I was suddenly intruding on a private moment. And then the way Michael reacted to Maria? I love how they showed he didn’t want nor could take any comfort in her. Not in animosity towards Maria (well, maybe a little), but in the fact that you just know she could never do that for him like Alex could and he wasn’t going to pretend otherwise anymore. I thought it was a bit of a missed opportunity with malex, as they could’ve had Michael show that he wanted and needed that comfort from Alex, but hopefully they’re just waiting to have a big scene with them in 3x03, since Alex isn’t in 3x02.

Forlex. The kisses, the moment in bed, Alex’s smirk when Forrest asked him if he got in okay (😱), my heart was thrashing. And, well, I won’t pretend my heart isn’t broken that it’s already over. I freaking love forlex, I love Forrest so much, hats off to Christian Antidormi who came in and really just knocked it out of the park. I think the show was made all the better, and Alex all the happier, for having had him. I’m not angry or too upset about it though, because I’ll still be writing the forlex merman au bonus story, I’ll still love them together, and I’ll keep Forrest in my heart forever. Also, the missed opportunities with Wyatt Long they could’ve had, really emphasizing how both Alex and Forrest are the black sheep of their families -- it would’ve been brilliant.

Not to mention, as a storyteller myself, I do think it was a little rushed the way Deep Sky was explained and then Forrest leaving, but in truth, I guess I’ve just lived with forlex over the whole hiatus, I’ve written about them so often, that I feel like I spent the past year with them so the scene is very emotionally heavy to me, and I could feel and understand Alex’s tears at seeing this one man who had allowed him so much freedom to just be leaving like that for good.

I am, however, very hopeful for malex’s friendship this season. I do think, realistically, it would be much easier for them to get closer without Forrest there, but at the same time -- again, missed opportunity. The way Alex was already being given E Clearance, like the badass he is, I got goosebumps 🤩😍

I am feeling emotional, hopeful, inspired. I want to write like crazy, which -- as anyone who’s been following me lately and read about my mental breakdown may know -- is the greatest gift anyone could give me. And it all came from Alex, Forrest, and Malex. Who’s shocked? Not me.

I genuinely can’t wait to see what happens the rest of the episodes. I am ready for the (hopefully) wonderful and heartwarming surprises. Already, this season looks promising.

#rnm thoughts #alex manes #michael guerin #forrest long #forlex #malex #kylex #kyle valenti #max evans #gregory manes #isobel evans #anti maria deluca #I guess?#though I do feel like this is pretty ambivalent #but just in case #roswell new mexico #roswell new mexico s3 #rnm 3x01

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azucanela · 4 years ago

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being sokka’s s/o would include hcs?

BEING SOKKA’S S/O HEADCANNONS [GENDER NEUTRAL!READER]

being zuko’s s/o headcannons | being korra’s s/o headcannons

SUMMARY: being sokka’s s/o from the confession to the marriage

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

WARNINGS: mild lok spoiler, fluff, kissing, do these count as warnings, yeah this is pretty pg man, blood, stab wound, sokka being sokka

A/N: im sick and dying h e l p, but also interact with me im lonely, become and elusive anon idc <3 also wow i have 500 followers??? idk why you all followed me?? but thanks?? hi??

getting into the relationship

oh god

i see him with a friends to lovers thing where he either flirts with you from the moment he meets you or progressively begins to fall for you and is far to flustered to flirt because woah there why are you so beautiful

if its the former, then he’s probably gonna be ‘joking’ for the most part and you know this, so you two are just playfully flirting all the time until one day he realizes that he wants this to be REAL and panics

when you flirt the first time he’s flustered, because he’s really just not used to the same level of forwardness that he has himself, but after a while Sokka is gonna get used to it and he’ll just roll with it

but when he realizes he wants more? he’s gonna be flustered all over again, and he’s probably gonna flirt with you signifigantly less, which is gonna cause you to confront him, much to his dismay, because oh no he’s alone with you-

“oh! haha.. hey y/n. yeah i need to go sharpen my boomerang-”

“sokka that’s not something you can do.”

when you confront him, he’s probably gonna be honest with you and tell you how he feels because he really cares for you and just wants you to calm down because no he does n o t hate you

“do you hate me or something now?”

“uh.. it’s the opposite actually you see-”

if its the latter, he’s gonna go from really calm and chill around you, because of the friendly vibes and such like cracking jokes and such, to a complete and utter mess

you two are really close as friends and that isn’t something he wants to mess up but he’s definitely gonna confess at some point because he’s not one to bottle his emotions up and hates how weird things are between the two of you now that he’s realized he likes you

in general i see sokka as a mess around whoever he likes, until he comes to terms with the fact that he likes them, and this likely won’t take long, he’s pretty in tune with his emotions

he’s not gonna wanna ask you out at first, in all honesty, i see sokka’s whole confidence thing as a facade, because in actuality he has really low self esteem and genuinely sees himself as the “extra” member of team avatar because he lacks bending and everyone around him is so talented that he sometimes forgets he is literally super smart and makes all the plans that save their lives on the daily

just things you are too good for him, especially if you are a bender

if you start hinting that you like him too, he is initially gonna think it is a joke until you start getting bold and then it’s gonna hit him like everyone hits the cabbage man’s cart

i can see either of you confessing first, if Sokka does, he’s probably gonna be really bashful and flustered about it, but he’s also gonna try and act cool because thats like his trademark

if you confess first, he’s gonna be in shock temporarily, but then he’s gonna jump right into things because you like him BACK omgomgomgomg

he’s gonna wanna kiss you right after the confession, and it’ll probably backfire because he got really excited and ended up headbutting you and now you have a bruise forming on your head and a very apologetic sokka oops

in general, quickly recognizes his feelings and confesses shortly after, because he just hates the weird tension even if he thinks he’s the only one feeling it, even though hes NOT

during the relationship

a really attentive boyfriend, you will never feel neglected, he’s a very clingy person who gets intimate with you all the time, so if you like affection you got it

kissing him is nice, he’s good at it 10/10 recommend, always wants to hold you as close as possible, prefers a hand on your hip/lowerback and another on your face or neck to pull you closer

if you don’t like affection, he’ll express his love in other ways

for example, cooking, i see sokka as someone who can either cook REALLY well, or not at all. there is no in between.

genuinely just really wants to make you happy

the type to bully you if you’re in a relationship, pls bully him back, humble this man. he’s gonna roast you but he doesn’t really mean it okay, he’s just doesn’t want things to change between you

loves that his best friend is his lover, would not want it any other way

probably forgets to tell the gaang you are dating and like aang and toph are gonna catch you two kissing or smth and sokka’s just gonna be like oh hey guys and they are both like ???

"when did this happen?”

“wym lol”

if you two are together during the war, he’s gonna wanna be by your side like 24/7 because he does not want you to die, like this lowkey stresses him so much that he will subconsciously, when developing battle plans either put you in the safest possible spot or by his side, and its because he has literally lost so many people he’s care for and now he’s distressed

remind him that he matters and is important to the team, because he forget that sometimes and falls into a mood, where he’s all sad and stuff and it just makes you sad so like

tell him he matters, because he does, tell him he’s great even if he can’t bend, and tell him he is a fantastic and brilliant leader, this will serve as an ego boost though so be prepared to humble him

steal his hair ties and do all of us a favor okay, just steal them, burn them because no littering, just make sure he cannot find them! he will walk around with his hair down in confusion, searching for them before he starts the day

speaking of starting the day, you always wake up first, this man is not a morning person and needs his beauty sleep, definitely have a 17 step skin care routine, change my mind, he is big on self care and will make sure you participate with him because he cares about you

speaking of care he knows you so well since you are his s/o so if he notices something is up he will not hesitate to confront you, and will ask if you want solutions or just someone to listen to

prefers solving the problem though

back to mornings, um have fun waking up to sokka with his hair down that sounds HEAVENLY um

mild lok spoilers but sokka ends up chief, and gets involved in politics over time, so he kinda runs out of time for you a bit until he figures out how to organize his time better, then he gets kinda sad, but he still wants to take you out on dates as often as possible ok no more spoilers

so speaking of dates, sokka wants weekly dates, this is a must, does not care if it is a fancy restaurant, cooking at home, or a picnic. he loves picnics most though, and please notice how food is the common factor here

sokka would never cheat on you but if he did he would cheat with food

arguments aren’t rare, but they are mostly over dumb stuff and you both know its dumb stuff so for the most part its a joke, but sometimes someone takes things too far so then apologies are necessary

like actual argument arguments are mostly rare because sokka doesn’t wanna pick fights with you and he’s fairly passive unless he feels really strongly about something

he can be REALLY MEAN THOUGH AND PETTY like wow sokka will go days without talking to you because of a fight

he can and will apologize first when he realizes the toll its taking on your relationship, probably will apologize first

if you catch him being a misogynist put him in his place :)

he thinks you are hot when you are angry and might pick a fight with you just for that reason, pls make out with him

marriage n’ stuff

im still waiting for someone to explain what weddings are like guys please

anyways he’s gonna realize he wants to marry you when he nearly dies and is like wow life is really short also lets discuss him losing all the important people he’s loved in his life one more time, he does not want to lose you!!!

ever!!!

so he’s gonna nearly die and then be like i need to propose, like now, i cannot die without being married to the literal love of my life so i should do that literally the moment i get home instead of getting medical attention first

yeah he is the smart one, but he lacks common sense, so i hope you got a LOT of common sense. y’all do be sharing a braincell

stops by a ring shop place, and the moment he just feels like he saw the one, price does NOT matter he has purchased it and is now heading home to you

you on the other hand are PANICKING because what do you mean sokka just ran out of the hospital with no explanation and is nowhere to be found katara

what do you mean you thought he would be h e r e

yes katara went over to your house to see if sokka was there and he is not!!!

yet ;)

there is like a manhunt for sokka and he has yet to notice because mans has tunnel vision and as he opens the door to your shared apartment he does not expect to see a crying katara and oh no-

“SOKKA! YOU’RE NOT DEAD?!”

hes like of course im not dead what the hell

you’re seated standing next to Katara trying to console her when you see sokka and wow you are relieved to see he is not dead or kidnapped

“SOKKA DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW WORRIED I WAS-”

lol he’s kissing you to shut you up how cute, now leave katara you are infringing on an extremely pivotal moment of this relationship

honestly seeing you comforting his sister just makes him love you more and he kinda just wants to marry you 10x more now

you pull away from the kiss looking at him like what are you doing, and katara is like, “Sokka where the hell were you??? you have a stab wound???” and now you’re like WOAHWOAHWOAHWOAHWOAH

“stabbed? sokka you need medical attention-”

“to answer your question dear sister, i was getting a ring for your hopefully soon to be sister in law.”

“EXCUSE ME?” you are so confused, katara is confused and is now realizing that she was probably not supposed to be here

sokka is already dropping down onto one knee and pulling out the just bought ring as saying, “marry me!” now he’s high on adrenaline and pain has yet to hit him and he’s kinda just sitting there beaming up at you despite the blood seeping out of him at a rapid rate

“im sorry what?” thats katara girl be quiet they are trying to have a MOMENT

anyways you’re like, “sokka. hospital.”

and he’s like, “answer me first” and he’s giving you a weak lil smile as he realizes how stupid he was and he’s about to stand back up but you put a hand on his shoulder and just nod.

now he’s back to beaming so brightly, and he’s putting the ring on your finger and oh no- he’s passed out. is it from excitement or bloodloss? idk

he also might pass out before hearing you answer and then at the hospital you’re kinda sitting there like, “ARE YOU DUMB STUPID OR DUMB. YOU COULD HAVE DIED.”

and he’s like, “not without hearing your answer” <3<3 heart eyes emojis everywhere

alternatively, he is one of few people i could see having a public proposal, with lots of flowers, a band, fireworks, the whole nine yards

he’s gonna want it flashy

something probably goes wrong and he nearly cries but you say yes anyways and he throws a party after

anyways the actual wedding is preferably public, but if you want a more private one then he does what you want because he loves you most

he is gonna be very active in wedding planning, wants to try the foods and desserts and appetizers and everything especially. wants to do the weird stuff like picking napkins with you and flower arrangements and all that stuff i think this happens idk someone please inform me

this stuff just makes him fall in love with you more tbh, and he’s just so so sure he wants to marry you

his vows will make HIM cry, like he is going to cry when he sees you walk down the aisle, he’s going to cry when he reads his own vows, and he’s going to cry when you read your vows, it doesn’t matter if they are lowkey bad

makes jokes in his vows because he is a nerd but can barely reach the punchline because he is in tears

fr though he is just so happy to be marrying you and wow you look REALLY GOOD in whatever you are wearing um damn okay you really went off

married life with sokka is elite ngl, mans cooks for you, he probably cleans sometimes, but otherwise chores are fairly divided

he spoils you

overall sokka is a real great s/o and he gives you everything you deserve and yeah marry sokka 2020 everyone deserves a sokka

taglists[lmk if you wanna be added or removed via askbox or replies]

atla: @bubblebars @jada-cleo @Art-flirt @the-deli-meat @wemissyou3000 @ajediherowitchrunner

sokka: @iammello

#sokka x reader #sokka x y/n #sokka x you #sokka #sokka atla x reader #atla sokka x reader #atla x reader #avatar the last airbender #lok #legend of korra

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mistymark · 4 years ago

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the boyfriend one. [hendery]

full masterlist // part of the nct boyfriend series // 1.1k

ok wow first assessment: 10/10 boy

gotta say it outright: mans is secure

like I dont rly see him as the type to get jealous

someone could deadass be like ‘hey are u okay with this?’ and he’ll look over and see u and some other guy just talking and laughing

and hed be like ???? what is there to not be okay with ??

and its genuine confusion

like he just doesn’t get why he should feel threatened by you being happy while talking to someone who isn’t him

he’s just happy ur happy!

he trusts you so much and just feels so secure in ur relationship

sometimes he’ll get jokingly jealous

if you say something like ‘wait yangyang asked me to help him fix his speaker ill be right back’ hendery will just grin and be like ‘wow should I be jealous??? bc I am??????’

also texts you all the time

you swear he must be glued to his phone

anything that happens to him is being recorded and texted to u immediately

also is the guy that goes through every single one of your texts and responds to each one individually

you sent him 12 texts?

you’ve got 15 in return

50% of his texts are just photos

most of them don’t even have captions – just random selfies

but each one makes you swoon bc holy shit that boy is so gorgeous what

sends u pics of louis all. the. time.

he sends pics of him cuddling the tiny cat with a pout and captions them like ‘wish this were u :(‘

you respond ‘wow sorry I cant be him >:(‘

both of u joke around a lot

if 50% of his texts are photos, 25% are gifs

they never make any sense

he’ll just send u a funny gif he found and hope u find it funny too

has never ever left u on read

probably incapable of doing so tbh

also isn’t afraid of flirting with you?? even after u start dating???

hits u with cheesy pick up lines and smooth one-liners at any opportunity

even when the others are around

bc he literally doesn’t care and loves your reactions

big grins

‘I want, uh-’ and you’ll be like ‘me? :D’

and his smile just gets rly wide

‘well, yeah… but that’s not what I was going to say!’

kun waiting to hear what hendery wanted: o.O

calls himself a simp for u as a joke but its only funny because it really is true

it was especially funny before you guys started dating

because he was so obvious

at first you were oblivious but that boy wears his emotions on his face

didn’t take you long to realise he liked you too

could not keep his eyes off of you tbh

even when you weren’t even talking to him, or he was talking to someone else

his eyes would just follow you as you walked into the room, got something you needed, walked out

and he’d always have this dumb lovestruck look on his face

whenever he made a joke, he’d always look to you to see if you laughed too

the sparkle in his eye whenever he saw u laughing at his jokes :(((( so cute :(((

loves to cuddle !!!!

slut for cuddling !!

run your fingers through his hair once and he’ll just melt in ur arms

lowkey dates are definitely his thing

doesn’t mind going out but any date that ends with y’all chilling at either his place or yours is his fave

prefers dumb comedies and action movies over any other kind of movie

tho he wouldn’t care abt the movie if youre with him

he finds it lowkey rly difficult to focus when ur around !!

cannot stop smiling when he knows ur watching him

when u go out with the group, he doesn’t feel the need to be attached to u at all times

but he will look over at you a lot to check up on u

just to make sure ur included and having a good time, you know?

he would never say it but he’s so glad you get along well with his friends

especially since they’re so important to him

oh! he gives u all his clothes

literally anything u want he’s throwing it at u

sometimes hides the blankets in his room when u come over so u have to ask to borrow clothes

bc the smile on ur face and the blush on ur cheeks when u slip his clothes over your head is the cutest thing ever

also just rly loves being in physical contact with you??

especially behind closed doors

hes so clingy

like in public hes content with his arm around you or holding ur hand

but when ur alone in his room watching movies?

wraps himself around u like a koala when u cuddle

u get up to go to the bathroom and hes like ‘noooooo’

‘:) be quick’

texts u while ur in the bathroom like ‘i miss u AHAHAAHAHAH’ and then groans when he realises ur phone is with him

takes a lot of dumb casual selfies on ur phone whenever ur not around

sometimes u purposefully leave ur phone with him so he’ll do just that

uses classic emoticons in his texts like ;) :) and :D

responds ‘can I join? ;)’ to random things you say youre doing

like cleaning your desk or hanging your laundry

‘can I join? ;)’ ‘u want to help me clean the toilet?’ ‘aha if I was cleaning the toilet what would we be doing? Aha ;)’ ‘istg hendery I-’

shows up at ur place when hes bored and got nothing to do

‘hey’ ‘hey :) whats up?’ ‘can I come over’ ‘yeah, is everything ok?’ ‘ye im here’

and ur like 0.0 ok

and he just hangs about, helping u with whatever u need to do and then u just chill for the rest of the day

also if u have a dog he’d want to walk it with u

u felt like being Shefs ™ and he came over to make chocolate covered strawberries with u bc neither of u wanted to actually cook or bake anything difficult

but u ended up eating all the strawberries dipped in the melted chocolate without letting them cool

chocolate was EVERYWHERE

especially after u both tried to feed them to each other

loves to share his music with u !!

ok this is 1.1k words I need to stop even tho im in my hendery feels

OVERALL BEST BOY IMMA CRY XX

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stubbychaos · 4 years ago

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Grateful For This Fandom And All Of You!

I initially wasn’t going to make a post like this because real life has been hectic as of lately, but 2020 has been one of the emotionally roughest years of my life, and the Mandalorian/Star Wars fandom has seriously lifted me up so much.

I know it sounds ‘cheesy’ or whatever to say a fandom has really saved you and while I’m still dealing with my own mental issues, having y’all to interact with seriously has uplifted me so much and I am so grateful to be able to have you guys in my life!! I want to say I started this blog around January, but didn’t really start posting around February or March because I was too shy, but everyone I’ve encountered has been so sweet and lovely!! Even though Saviin’ika is kind of my baby when it comes to fan fics, I don’t think I’ve written anything over 100k before and knowing that I have at least 100k more drafted out is absolutely insane to me--I’ve never written this much in my life and I’m so excited for what I have in store for y’all. I cannot absolutely wait to see how much it progresses and what new works I decide to work on it 2021!! I have so many fun ideas and the fact that this is one of my longest running fics makes me so excited!!

Anyways, here’s a small list of blogs that have seriously impacted my life this year, even if I haven’t interacted with them as much as I would have liked! *Not all of them are necessarily blogs that post fics!! Some are just super supportive of content creators or extremely talented artists that I admire!*

Because I feel like this is definitely going to get long because there’s so many of you that I love, I’m going to put this under a cut! Not everyone got a long shout out, but please know that I am utterly grateful for each and every one of you and I am always down to talk with every single one of my followers!!

@datmando WHERE DO I BEGIN CLOWN LMAOO. Christina is honestly a gem and I cannot get over how talented she is when it comes to both art and writing--it’s insane to me!! I think she is actually one of the first people to reach out to me (I think it was actually about my username if I remember correctly??) and I absolutely adore waking up and seeing that I have a message from her because I know she’s about to wreck me with her utter CLOWNERY lmaoo, whether it be something soft or angsty that she shares with me. Not to mention experiencing season 2 of Mandalorian with her was such a highlight of my year. Even though she doesn’t believe in wearing socks to bed, I guess she’s okay and I’ll keep calling her my friend, even if she makes makes fun of me for how I get so cold easily </3 also thanks for starting the Great Sock Debate of 2020 lmaooo🤡🤡

@aerynwrites Aeryn is the biggest sweetheart ever and is so supportive and encouraging. She is also one of the first people to support my writing and I remember how I nearly cried when she told me that she had made a mood board for Saviin’ika because nobody has ever done anything like that for me before??? Anyways, her Knight!Din story is everything, along with her angsty Cassian fics, so please check her out!! She deserves all the love in the world and I genuinely enjoy talking to her!

@hdlynn Listen, I think Heather and Aeryn tie for the biggest sweetheart award!! Heather is like the queen of giving out such good writing advice and just how encouraging she is to write characters the way we feel like writing them is such a refresher!!! She has no qualms about breaking canon and is always like--nah dude :) you do what makes you happy and it’s like!!! YASSS!! She is absolutely aware that writing and certain characters should have no strict rules and I live for it!!

@maybege Okay, listen y’all!! Maybege is also one of the first people that I became friends with when Paz started becoming a bigger character to write for in the fandom and she quickly became a good friend of mine!! She is also a huge sweetheart and her Paz smut and just overall works are just... *screeching noises* TO DIE FOR!!!! I’m all for a gruff Mandalorian with a soft spot and she always pulls it off so well, yet in always such a sexy way that has me gasping, no matter which Mandalorian it is!!! She’s always catching me off guard with me discovering kinks that I didn’t even know I had before and apparently I’m way more of a freak than I initially thought lol.

@absurdthirst I don’t actually talk to Keri that much personally!! but I follow her and she is so supportive towards other content creators that it’s such a breath of fresh air to see on my dash!! She’s constantly putting out the hottest smut, but also, she gives out such great advice to her followers and anons and she has to be one of the least judgmental creators in this fandom that I have the privilege of knowing! She’s so chill and I absolutely adore her for it! If you need to rant or can’t remember the name of a certain fic, she’s the one to go to!! Also she has a Din x reader x Paz fic that is just--🥵🥵 HAWT

@huliabitch Julia is honestly such a boss ass bitch and if she punched me in the face, I would probably thank her for it!! She always sends me the sweetest messages and encourages chaotic behavior, as well as cliffhangers and I love you for that bb <3 She is beautiful inside and out and I love her!! Also, her moodboards are absolutely stunning!!

@anxiety-riddled-mando Tailor is someone I want to get to know better because she seems like such a sweetheart and is so talented when it comes to both fan art and fic!!! I just read her Urgency fic and I cannot wait to reblog it with comments becAUSE IM A MESS LOL

@clydesducktape The way Thia supports so many fanfics and reblogs them with the sweetest comments and tags is so cool to me!! I love seeing blogs that have absolutely no qualms when it comes to reblogging fics that don’t get the recognition they deserve!! Also, you are such a sweetheart too and even though we don’t personally talk a lot, I adore seeing you on my dash and the posts you have tagged me in in the past!!!

Here are some more blogs that I absolutely adore, regardless of their content: @coredrive @leo-moon @phoenixhalliwell @justrunamok @jango-fettish @acynicalcat @tangledlove27 @auty-ren @tiffdawg @princessxkenobi @oloreaa @gallowsjoker @saltywintersoldat @keethus-arts @theocatkov @forever-rogue @corrupt-fvcker @haloangel391 @no-droids-allowed @catnip987 @cattfeine @silverfish-kingdom @yes-music-is-my-religion @princessbatears @gallowsjoker @prettylittlegoldfish @parabatai-winchester @aesnawan @blue-writes-a03 @kimbachan @bestintheparsec @lackofhonor @mandolovian @teaofpeach @max--phillips @hansoulo @trashedies @giselatropicana @elenamiria

Like I said before, I absolutely adore all of my followers and love interacting with you all!! I cannot wait to meet more people this year!!

#I'm probably going to edit this to add more of my favorite blogs!!!#2020 sucked but literally all of y'all made it way more tolerable!!!#I love you all and can't wait to see what 2021 brings #<33

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oftenderweapons · 4 years ago

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Love Talk - Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x reader (nicknamed Candy)

Wordcount: 8.3k words

Genre: mild angst, smut, fluff, romance

Rating: 18+

Hello! I’m definitively back! It’s still complicated because of my presentation, but we’ll see!

I have extra updates, which I’ll share on a separate post, but now let’s focus on part 7/7 of Love Talk! It’s Jeonggukkie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, quick recap: Jeongguk and Candy have been dating/messing around for a couple months before he left for tour (he describes his situation with Candy on his Conversation with Yoongi and Joon), as soon as he comes back, he tries to meet up with his girlfriend to clear things up. They both have a lot of things to say.

Descriptions and Trigger warnings: THIS IS SMUT, MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE. There’s a bit of angst, mostly because of their previous relationships and miscommunication. Also fluff. This man is really romantic and he literally deserves the most loving girl in the universe. About smut and filth: there’s oral, both male and female receiving, boobjob (and it has nothing to do with plastic surgery), unprotected sex within a committed relationship (PLEASE STAY SAFE Y’ALL.), cockwarming; sweet, fluffy pillowtalk.

Wordcount: 8.3k words

Here is my masterlist! Also, check the link in my bio if you want to vote for the next prompt :)

Enjoy 💜😘

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Yoongi was laying comfortably in his seat, a light blanket protecting his body from the AC currently turning the airplane into a fridge. The only visible part of his body were his puffy cheeks, and his closed cat eyes.

Beside him, Jeongguk hesitated, pondering whether it would be a good idea to wake him up. Maybe he could ask Namjoon?

No. He knew he needed Yoongi.

"What is it, boy?" The sleepy figure rumbled.

"Oh, you're awake, hyung."

He clicked his tongue. "I was waiting for you to speak."

"I didn't mean to disturb you."

"I could kind of tell you had something on your mind. I was waiting for you to spit it out."

"It's Candy." Gguk replied.

"I see." Yoongi yawned and tried to open his eyes, rubbing them.

"I think I want to see her as soon as I'm back but I don't know how to handle all of what happened and actually talk about stuff without it degenerating." Jeongguk seemed to deflate as soon as all the words got out.

Yoongi nodded and balled up even more under the sheets. "If you want to see her, you should. And if you want her, you should tell her. You should tell her all you've been feeling and then ask her how she's been feeling too. How she feels about what you told her." Yoongi rolled onto his back, stretching his arms. "The seven of us have been together for many many years. We are telepathic by now, but it doesn't work like that with Candy. She cannot read your mind yet, so you should teach her how."

Jeongguk shook his head. "I suck as a teacher. Even I don't know what's going on there half of the time. And I don't know how I've been feeling."

Yoongi shook his head, tutting. "You've been missing her, right?"

Gguk nodded and hummed.

"And you want her, right? You want this to work?"

"Yes, if she wants it, too." The younger man confirmed.

"That's already something, isn't it?" Yoongi encouraged him.

Again Jeongguk nodded.

"I suggest that you reflect on it a little. We have a few more hours before we reach Seoul. You can write a note on your phone about how you felt when you were with her, when you took a pause, when you were without her. And you can write a list of improvements you want to do. Things that you want to change or that you can change to make her stay. Be realistic. Make them small things, just two or three. Show her that you care. That's all it takes to make a conversation work. Show the other party that you're doing your best to meet them in the middle. I'm sure she will appreciate the effort." An arm moved heavily under the blanket, timidly emerging and patting Jeongguk's hand. "And remember to ask her what she doesn't like. Be empathetic. Suggest improvements. That's what women appreciate: empathy."

Jeongguk blinked at that, quickly grabbing his phone to furiously type everything down. As soon as the clicking stopped he raised his head. "Thank you, hyung."

Yoongi closed his eyes and smiled. "That's okay, bunny." He turned around and fell asleep, ignoring the slower but fluent typing happening on the seat beside his.

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"Hi, it's me." Jeongguk's voice said sweetly on the other side of the phone.

"Hello Gguk." You replied soberly. You still didn't know where this whole thing was headed.

"I'm in Seoul." He said, with a slightly insecure, though happy tone.

"I'm glad you're back." You said politely.

"I would like to see you, if you want to." He murmured tentatively.

This is it, you thought. This is the part where I lose him because I was so eager and harsh. Because I didn't respect his bounderies. "Where and when?"

He smiled. "Even now. I'm sort of… Outside your door? I was hoping you would say you were free." He confessed, embarrassed.

This is the shy, but eager and genuine boy you had fallen for. Waiting outside your door, being impatient and frolicking his way back to you anytime he felt unsafe, like a labrador puppy.

"My apartment is a mess right now." You apologised in advance.

"If I'm being honest, I was just trying to pick you up and take you back to my apartment." He explained, his voice betraying his flustered state.

You smiled but still you felt insecure, still fearing the definitive break up.

"Let me grab my things." You said, quickly gathering your bag and keys.

"I'll wait for you." He said, disconnecting the call.

You galloped down the stairs and reached him in record time as he waited for you in the parking lot, a baseball cap on and his mouth covered in a mask.

You neared him with an easy step.

"Hi." You chirped.

He turned to you and smiled with his eyes. "Hello. It's so good to see you." He greeted, hesitating before patting your shoulder. "Let's just get in the car, yeah?"

Again, you realised how stressful it was to have eyes on you all the time.

In the car he patted your knee and caressed your cheek. "I'm sorry, you know. About that." He said, his chin pointing out, referring to his previous behaviour. "Let's just go home so I can kiss you like you deserve." He said, now more confident. "I missed you a lot." He said and his words felt so pure, so sincere.

You put your hand on his. "Let's go home."

Again he smiled and started the car.

The drive wasn't long, his arm coming around your middle as soon as you were both out of the car in the underground parking lot of his block. "How has it been?" He asked, making light conversation as you went into the lift.

"The usual. I've been away for a week for an upgrading course in Busan. The rest was pretty much the same."

He beamed. "Did you like it there? Was it nice? How was the weather? Did you go to that restaurant —? “

He seemed ecstatic about the news until he stopped and frowned. "I wish I'd been there too. With you." He huffed out a breath, his head sinking between his shoulders.

You caressed his back and cheered him up. "We can go together next time." If there will be a next time.

"Yeah, sure." He looked happy again. He liked the idea of you mentioning a next time. It made him feel like he still stood a chance with you.

You entered the apartment still tied together by his arm. "God, your place is always so neat." You said, looking around.

But your looking around lasted only a couple seconds, his hand connecting with your cheek as he placed his lips on yours, delicate, pure and gentle.

Your heart fluttered. This was good. This was everything. He tugged at the heel of his shoe with the tip of his other foot, taking both sneakers off in the process, which you realised only because of him getting an inch shorter. He then parted from your lips, looking you in the eye. "You have no idea how much I missed you." He dove for the crook of your neck, propping his forehead on your collarbone.

He knelt to the floor and something in you caved in at the meaning of the gesture, his hands reaching for your shoelaces and undoing them, your hands going for his shoulders as he took off one of your shoes, then the other, placing them beside his.

Your heart sobbed. Too much. You loved him too much. And he wasn't ready for that. It was way easier to hide your feelings behind excuses and fussing.

He stood up, beaming at you and you closed your eyes, looked away.

He somehow felt it like a punch to the nose.

"Are you hungry? Did you eat?" He worried, walking away.

"Yeah, I ate." When are you leaving me?

Still you tried to pretend it wasn't going there.

"Would you please come here?" He asked, patting the pillows of his sofa.

Here it comes.

Still you moved closer, every step feeling like you were willingly heading for your execution block.

"Sit?" He asked his eyes glittering at you.

When he looked at you like this — and he did so a lot — you felt like you were his whole universe. It was the stare he only had for his hyungs. And for his mother, who you had met accidentally.

You simply sat down, tired of waiting for your impending doom.

"I have something to tell you." He said softly, taking his phone out of his pocket.

He held your hand, crisscrossing your fingers together.

You couldn't hold back anymore. "Gguk."

"Me first." He said, stopping you.

You shook your head, staring at your lap.

"How are you feeling? How have you been feeling since I left?"

Broken. Numb. "I won't lie. It's been hard. I missed you." You confesses.

"I'm sorry." Jeongguk whispered. "I'm sorry we fought before I left."

"It's okay." You replied, squeezing his hand.

"It was hard for me too. Of course I missed you. Sorry if I didn't show. And sorry if I hardly ever called you." He closed his eyes, gulping.

"I am not okay that you disappeared. We dated for like… Three months? Before you left for the tour. And for one month of those three you were touring here and in Japan." You remembered. "Why didn't you call?"

He bit his lip. "It hurt." He put down his phone.

"Why, Jeongguk?"

"Because I missed you. Because I was dumb when I let you go, before I left. When you smashed the door on your way out that night, so enraged that you didn't even put on your shoes in your rush out, I thought I would never see you again. It feels like a miracle to see you in my house again." He was speaking through a lump in his throat. "And it hurt even more because every time I heard your voice, I was reminded of how much of a dick I had been. And in all of that I ignored that I hadn't been fair to you because I was too busy wanting you."

You frowned.

"I missed you. Not only your soul. Your body too." He blushed. "I had a hard time accepting that."

You exhaled. "I was angry, but I realised I had overreacted."

Jeongguk looked up at you. "You had every right to be angry. And overreacting is not a thing. It was important to you but I didn't get that. I'm sorry." He apologised again. He was ready to say sorry one million times more if that meant that he could have you.

"And then I didn't call because it felt like you were busy. You were so stressed before you left and I figured you didn't want me distracting you and reminding you of all our problems."

He tried to put himself together. He felt he was going to cry. "We both didn't call." He paused. "I must say Yoongi helped me when he saw I was struggling. That was the first time I called. He helped me understand a lot of things." He changed the hand holding yours and wrapped his free arm around you, bringing you closer to him, tugging you into his side."You know I'm shy. And inexperienced. I only had one person before you and it was toxic." Once more he shrinked and hid into you.

"Do you feel like talking about it?" You asked gently.

"No. We talked about her plenty." He said, exhausted. "You know my limits. And I want to improve. But I need you to help me out with this." He sobbed. He was crying. "I don't know how to do this alone."

It was a mess. You started crying too.

"I know my mind is fucked up, and I don't speak much. When I do, I say dumb things and most time they don't make sense—"

"Don't berate yourself like this. You're a sensitive young man. Kind and smart and very private about your emotions. Of course I can't understand you like your friends do, but I want to." You tried rubbing his tears away with the palm of your hand, but he hid even more into you, sobbing into your T-shirt. "I think I'll learn to ask you how you feel. I can ask you more often, if you want to. And I'll keep nagging until you elaborate." You laughed at that, even though your cheeks felt wet. "How do you feel right now, Googie?"

He hugged you to himself, wrapping you tighter in his arms. His words came out smothered against your bosom. "I feel cared for. Thankful." Pause. "Loved."

You bit your lip at that. You had managed to show even though you had desperately tried not to. Your fear of him not loving you intensified. He said he had missed you, your body, and that he didn't want you to leave. That he wanted to improve this relationship. But did he love you?

"What would happen if I fell in love with you, Jeongguk?" You asked, terrified. It was worth a shot. If it went wrong, he would ask you to leave and both of you would nurse your broken hearts separately. But if it went right? It was a leap of faith.

He parted from your chest. "Are you in love with me?" He asked, wide bambi eyes shining in marvel.

All you did was nod.

He started sobbing again, crying rivers, suffocating himself against the crook of your neck.

You smiled, shaking your head in confusion. "Googie. How are you feeling, baby?"

"Happy. Very grateful." He hid into you. "I prayed so much for this." He stared at you. "I'm young. I don't know if what I feel is love. It's a messed up concept for me. But I want to hold on to you. Take care of you. I hope this is enough until you teach me what love is like."

You nodded, stars sparkling in your heart. You didn't expect him to say it back. It was good for now. All your fears had to do with him sending you away, leaving you. You didn't care if he didn't love you back as long as he kept you. It might speak poorly of you, but for now it was enough. You would show him, teach him. And maybe someday he'd understand what he feels for you.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked meekly.

You nodded with a smile.

This time, he kissed you slowly, deliberately, cupping your cheeks and stopping with his nose pressed to yours. "Why are you crying?"

You shook your head, giving him Eskimo kisses in the process. "I was afraid you were leaving me. And you were crying, so I cried too."

He smiled and joined your lips, gently asking for you to open your mouth.

It wasn't a tangle of tongues. Not straight away, at least. It was more of a series of kitten licks to the tip of your tongue, deepening with long sweeps to your palate. The experience turned out to be wildly erotic. Jeongguk might be a demure man, but he's a keen student and a quick learner. Ever since your first few make out sessions, he had learnt what he liked and he had learnt to deliver it flawlessly, making you completely forget whatever your preferences were. You didn't care as long as he put his dedication and passion into it. He managed to make everything feel good and you didn't even know why.

It must be the virgo energy, you wondered. Perfectionist.

"I still have things to say, Candy." He spelled on your lips.

You whined. "Later." And you captured his lower lip between yours.

Still he pulled away. "Candy. Please."

You pouted and sat back. "Okay, I'm listening."

"When I was on tour I often felt guilty. And it's not just that. I somehow felt it back then, before the fight." His fingers intertwined. "It was… Lust."

You remained neutral, listening.

"I felt guilty, for wanting you even though you were angry at me. And before, it was guilt too, when I wanted you all the time, without being sure that you were right for me. When I only wanted you for your body." He confessed, unsure. "I want you a lot and I'm not sure I love you but I care about you so much, like family, like friends."

You exhaled and laughed. "I know how lust feels. And it's okay to want someone without being sure about your feelings. We feel attraction. And it's right. It's good." You grabbed his hands and brought them to your lips. "I wanted you too. I was scared and then angry, then you were gone and I missed you. I missed your body too." You replied.

"Why were you scared?" He asked, titubant.

You didn't manage to make eye-contact. "I realised I have feelings for you. I was afraid that you weren't ready and that you would not see me anymore."

He stood very still, eyes barren. "I am sorry you felt like that." He tried to make you look at him. "I'm sorry I didn't make you feel safe enough to talk about that." As he saw another tear roll down your cheek, he hugged you to his chest lifting you and placing you on his lap. "I'll make it better. I promise I'll learn to talk to you." He said. "With small steps. I'll need encouragement and support, constant nagging. I don't know if we'll manage, but I want to try."

You let his wide chest engulf you.

"I'll make it up to you, Candy. Anything, baby." He kissed the top of your head. "I have feelings for you too, you know, right?"

You sobbed harder and he cooed. "Don't cry, honey, or I'll start crying too." He spoke gently, rocking you back and forth. "You're my precious Candy." He crooned at your ear. "They're not taking my candy from me." He sing-sang again, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

You calmed down at his gentle ways, safe in the port of his arms.

"What would you say if we went to bed?" He asked, waiting for your feedback.

"It's five pm." You replied.

"I'm jetlagged." He volleyed back.

You didn't have much strength to argue back. "Carry me?"

He snickered and picked you up bridal-style. "Your majesty, we respectfully announce to you that your royal carriage is about to depart. Destination: the bedroom. We recommend you keep a firm hold on the safety devices." He proclaimed, making you laugh, but also making sure that your fingers were firmly laced behind his neck.

With a few long strides he reached his room, taking smaller steps to the bed to make sure that he wouldn't hit the frame with his calves, like the first time you had sex here. He had twin bruises a few inches below his knees the following day. It was hilarious.

He got ready to get on the bed, but you stopped him.

"Can I rinse my face?" You asked. He raised his eyebrows and carried you to the bathroom, dropping you only for you to wash your face quickly. He did too, passing you some soap and then offering you his moisturiser. Once your faces felt brand new, he insisted on picking you up again, only to carry you for a few steps before climbing the bed. He knelt in the middle of the mattress, lowering you to your side of the bed. "That's your place. I hope you learn to stay there." He whispered, and you weren't quite sure this was your Gguk. This looked like his dark, demanding personality, whose appetite for you never seemed to quiver or die down, who only took on his terms, according to his tastes — and just like with making out, oh boy, did he deliver.

"Cuddles?" You asked, pouting.

He threw his body down, beside yours, tucking you under his chin. "Yup. Let's just nap a little."

You nodded. The weather outside was right, with the slight bite of cold due to the rain supposed to come in the evening and a gloomy greyness coming from the cloudy sky.

He slid out from beneath you, and sat up, taking off his t-shirt. "There you go." He said, offering you the garment at the same as you slipped your sweater off, exchanging it with the shirt. As he laid back down and took off his sweats, you unhooked your bra and threw it to the floor beside your sweater.

Shaking his head he snickered, rolling on top of you and smirking as he gathered your clothes and folded the sweater, his fingers getting caught on the frilly straps of your nice bra. "This is that one?" He asked, blushing slightly with a raised eyebrow as he folded that too. "Off with your jeans too."

"The one from our date, yeah."

"From our microwave date." He reminisced, catching the jeans you'd just taken off and folding them too.

"From our ramen date." You reminisced, rolling on your side to look at him as he moved the neat pile to his empty bedside.

He moved back, laying on his side facing you.

"Best ramen of my life." He whispered, his fingers wrapping around your hipbone and pushing you on your back, then shifting you around until he was spooning you, his hand climbing up underneath your shirt. His shirt.

Well.

"It's just cuddles, really." He said, cupping your breast lovingly.

"Gguk."

"Sweet dreams, Candy." He said, shushing you and settling in for sleep.

His big hand tucked between his mattress and the side of your boob, his chin resting atop your head.

Somehow you both found yourself falling asleep. You slept peacefully, Jeongguk progressively expanding over you. In his sleep he always grew clingy but you didn't bother, normally you would wake up sweaty and let him take you against the shower wall, getting dirty before cleaning yourself up.

You didn't know what time it was when you woke up, just that there was almost no light coming in, the sky opening up in downpour.

And someone was nipping at your belly.

With a groan you opened your eyes. "Gguk," you murmured, your arms stretching above your head, back arching as your body woke up.

"You awake?" He asked.

You nodded with a lazy smile. "Not like you woke me, uh?"

He giggled with mischief. "Me? Why? How?"

You shook your head. "What do you want?"

Jeongguk kissed a path from your belly to the waistband of your panties. "Can't you guess?" His eyes closed as he nuzzled his nose to your pubis. "I just woke up. I want a snack."

You hesitated. "You don't have to…"

He immediately lifted his head and looked away, his expression absolutely transparent with emotion. "You don't want me to?" He said, worrying his lower lip.

You blinked, at a loss. "It's… I don't know. Why?"

"I want you." He said bluntly, his face and neck blushing. "You always make it so good. I want to taste you." He brushed his lips against your thigh, hiding from your incredulous stare. He took your hesitation for reluctance. "But if you don't want to it's okay." He parted from your crotch, climbing upwards and laying his head on your chest.

He never pushed you into this. He was always so delicate in terms of what you wanted. And he had never asked for more than what you had already offered him. It's not like he's never offered to go down on you. He has, very subtly, but you had somehow slalomed your way through his hints. You knew he would be patient, he would listen to your feedback and stop if you asked him to, but you had been there before with other people and you had no intention of undermining his confidence with your insecurities and limits. You didn’t want to fake it with him because first, probably he would know and second, that would mean undermining his confidence too. Plus you wouldn't want to spark his competitive side, setting him off on an impossible quest. No orgasm from oral sex in your life. It was good like that. You could live through it.

"I just think we should talk about this." He said shyly, slightly confused — or maybe sad? You couldn't properly interpret his tone without seeing his expression. "You do it all the time for me. It feels unfair." He explained, feeling extremely sorry for what he perceived as one of his many shortcomings. "I just want to please you." He said, his voice begging.

"Googie." You called simply. "It's just that I don't need you to do that to please me."

"I've never done it before." He said, quietly.

You froze midtrack. You were both beginners at this. So maybe… Maybe you could both figure it out. "See, I've always sidestepped the topic because, well… I've tried this before and I’ve never liked it much. It was frustrating and they always kept going even though I asked them to stop. They always said 'oh, I'm gonna change your mind' and stuff. And in the end I always got tired and angry and I always faked it." You combed his hair with your fingers. "I don't want to disappoint you. Or make you waste your time."

He raised his head, propping his chin on your breastbone. "It’s not a waste of time. I want to do this because I want to kiss you there. Taste you. Show you I want to please you. It has nothing to do with making you cum. Sure it’s a nice optional, but that’s it.” He rambled bluntly. “Anyone who does it so that they are just proud of their skill are missing out on the intimacy of it. You should do it to show that you care, not to show that you’re good at it.” He said, getting quite upset over the selfishness of your exes. “I… I think we could give it a try. Just once. Whenever you're ready." He offered as calmly and kindly as his enthusiasm allowed.

Seeing him so excited had you doubtful but optimistic. "Just promise me that you won't get upset if I don't…"

He pouted, his expression melting at your vulnerability. “I won’t get upset. I will stop and make love to you, if you want to. Or I’ll just go grab a snack and we can watch something on the tv or play games, whatever...” He reassured you, holding your hand.

You curled your lips and looked up, away from him as you sweetened your voice. “Can we try?”

He cocked his head to the side. “I didn’t mean we have to try now, but if you’re ready then I’m ready.”

“I want to.” You said definitively.

He stretched to kiss your lips. “Just tell me when it feels good.”

You smiled and bent your legs at the knees, opening them for him. "I promise I will.”

“Perfect.” He started kissing down your torso, still covered by his shirt. You didn’t make to remove it, and he ignored it, his attention focused elsewhere. A chill ran down our spine as you felt the heat of his naked torso leave your upper half, your nipples hardening in the process. "We're only doing this so you feel good." He lifted the t-shirt with his pinkie finger, kissing and nibbling the tender skin of your belly. "If you change your mind, just tell me." He said, gently pressing his lips to your hipbones, first your left, then your right one. "It's an experiment.” He pouted against your belly button. "I’m only trying to show you how much I want to make you feel good. And maybe I'll have beginner’s luck." He shrugged smiling demurely to himself before placing his mouth on your mound.

He teased it delicately, just bringing his lips side to side over the fabric of your panties. His shoulders and arms moved below your bent legs, hooking around your thighs, his hands meeting yours on your navel. "I just want your taste. The rest is useless. I don't need you to cum." He said, as reassuring as possible while his ears blushed.

"You're sharing your feelings with me, Gguk. You're doing amazing, baby." You cheered him on, trying to encourage him. "Are you happy, love?" You tested the nickname on your tongue for the first time.

His reaction was impeccable. "I am ecstatic." He kissed your clit chastely through the fabric. "Also, starving."

You moaned in delight. His naked torso between your spread legs was a vision to behold, especially as you observed the muscles of his back fluttering. "And who am I to deny my boy a snack?"

He lowered his head, licking the gusset of your panties, now almost soaked through. "Oh, I'm your boy?" He asked you cutely.

"You are, Googie." You said, one hand leaving his to stroke his long bangs away from his face.

"Your boy." He teased. "Boy." He snarled. "As if I haven't fucked your brains a hundred times already."

You grinned and pushed your hips up against his face. "I can't wait for that."

With a bunny smile he dragged your hand down to the waistband of your panties. "Do you want to touch yourself?” He asked, this time without a blush.

The shift was always fascinating. One moment he couldn’t even say the word “cunt” and the second he was calling you his pretty fuckdoll, grabbing your waist and making you bounce on his cock as you rode him.

“Mmh…” You thought about it. “What if…” You took the lead over your joined hands, dragging both yours and his to the gusset, hooking your digit into the fabric and slipping it to the side, baring yourself.

“Smell so good…” He said, looking in your eyes as his tongue lolled out and slipped up along your slit.

A long moan escaped your mouth. “Gguk.”

He ended his swipe with a kiss, parting from you. “Yes, honey?”

“Take ‘em off.” You whispered. “Please.”

He grinned and left your hands, his fingers gripping the fabric on your hips, and tugging downwards.

You both fumbled a little until your panties reached your ankles and he aggressively took them off and away. He regained his position, this time with much more gentleness.

“Direct me.” He asked, his thumb grazing your clit.

You closed your eyes, biting your lip and focusing on the feeling between your legs, “More to… there.” You huffed, your legs parting even further.

His mouth stretched into a smile as he kissed the warm, moist skin of your labia. Humming, he opened his lips just barely, using the velvety inner side of them to encompass first your left side, his tongue teasing the skin as he sucked it gently.

You were getting wet, and it wasn’t because of his drool. You were liking it, a lot.

It wasn’t just someone placing their o-shaped mouth against your crotch and humming. He wasn’t drawing the alphabet on your clit or doing fancy business with his tongue in your hole. He was making out with your cunt. It felt amazing.

"I like what you're doing, Gguk." You reminded yourself to lead him.

He nodded and moved to the other side, doing just the same, his lips trapping your flesh and sucking on it gently, his tongue lashing at it. You pushed your hips against him, trying to gain some pressure on your clit, currently under his thumb.

Noticing that your wetness had started oozing from your core, mixing with his drool, he licked it like a dripping ice cream, the motion producing a loud slurping sound. The upward flick of his tongue had you squeaming. "That's very very—" You stopped mid-sentence to release a skittish moan. "More, Jeongguk, please." You begged, his hand leaving your clit to wrap around your wrists and bring your palms to the crown of his head.

Now happy with the new position he started licking you, using the hard flat of his tongue to push your clit up, exposing the tender nerves which rarely received such an intense stimulation.

And then you felt it. The tightening of your core, the sudden need to hold your breath and tense your legs.

"Gguk, baby, you're doing incredible." You didn't know the exact ingredient that made his technique work on you, probably the mix of pressure and motion, which to your memory you had never experienced before.

His tongue almost cramping, Jeongguk took a pause, sucking on the apex of your labia. You whined.

"Sorry, sweetie. I need a second." He muttered apologetically. "Any feedback for me?" He asked.

You shook your head, a whine escaping when he unhooked one of his arms from your hips and slid two fingers between your thighs, into your cunt, crooking them in that way that always had your legs shaking. You moaned and threw your head back.

"Feedback, darling?" He reminded you with a teasing smile.

"Keep doing that licking thing." You whined.

He smirked. "This?" He asked, sucking your labium and teasing it with the tip of the tongue.

"No Gguk!" You cried out.

He released your left fold. "Oh! You mean the other side?" He said, before mirroring the gesture there.

You shook your head, gripping his hair and pulling, trying to move his mouth upwards. His fingers inside you were bringing you closer and closer. "Make me cum, Gguk. I want your tongue on my clit, please."

He let go of your skin with a pop. "That's what you want, baby?" He asked, looking into your eyes. "Are you really that close?"

You nodded with fervour before pushing his lips to your bundle of nerves.

With the perfect flick and swipe he found the right spot once more, the motion so natural and easy to him that with a couple strokes he had you on the verge of your high.

"Gguk, baby… So good. I'm… I can't believe it, baby. There…" You babbled until you felt your hips snap, his tattooed forearm pinning you down while your body abandoned itself to the throes of ecstasy. You didn't realise your grip on him was becoming painful, and neither did he, being so focused on your reaction.

His fingers kept stretching your inner walls, making you forget that sense of emptiness that always had you dissatisfied with your orgasms while he was away.

When your body went limp and released all the tension, melting on the bed, he let go of you, gently removing his fingers to suck at your wetness with a moan. "You look so pretty." He murmured simply while you were still recovering.

Slowly, he climbed up your body, laying down at your side. "Are you okay, Candy?"

You nodded unconsciously, curling onto your side and hiding against him. "That was insane." You whispered, still panting, a phantom touch making you quiver.

He too huffed a heavy breath of exertion, smiling with his eyes closed. "I'm glad I broke the spell." He spoke quietly with a giggle.

"I wanna blow you." You said neutrally.

He wrapped his arms around you. "Before we do that, I must tell you that I thought about what you said. About me not looking at you."

You opened your eyes and tried to focus. "You know I said that but it's not a big deal? I totally overreacted and said that just to pick a fight—"

"The point is that you said that." He objected, dragging his fingertips up and down your spine. "So it must mean something." He kicked his lips nervously. "You know that most times I don't look at you only because I get shy. And then because I find it hot." He explained, hiding from your gaze. "I know that if I looked at you, I would make a fool of myself. I would just come apart straight away like a boy."

You tutted, confused. "And what's wrong with that?"

He shook his head and laughed. "You always say I'm your boy." He got really quiet, his voice soft and delicate. "I just wish I were your man."

You exhaled. "How much you last has nothing to do with that. Honestly, I do see you as a man. However I love your delicate, emotional, more innocent side, just as much as I love your demanding, strong and mature one." You kissed his chest. "I feel a lot of fondness for you, and it makes me want to protect you, and call you my boy, because this feels so sweet all the time and you're so romantic." You caressed his face and made him look at you. "But I don't want you to perceive that as a threat to your manhood. I don't see it like that." You brought his palm to your lips and then laid it on your breast, leading his hand into squeezing your flesh. "I know when you're my boy and when you're my man. Sometimes they mingle and it's nice, you get playful and domineering at the same time and it's amazing. Sometimes it's just delicate and emotional, other times it's raw and crude. I love it." You laughed as you thought about it. "I've never had all this variety in my whole life. This feels new." You let go of his hand as he started moving to his own taste and pattern.

He lifted his gaze from your chest to your face, blinking slowly. "So it's okay? We're okay?" He checked.

"We are." You replied warmly.

"So it worked… Down there?" He questioned, biting his lip. "I mean, I kinda get you liked it, just…"

You laughed again. "I liked it, yeah. Hell, I came so fast." You blushed, surprised. "And yeah. You definitely did the right moves." You combed his damp hair back. "Let me thank you properly.” You grinned, laying on top of him and straddling his waist, sitting back on your knees and taking off your shirt.

Jeongguk blushed and chuckled, his eyes going to your perky nipples while you were busy removing your garment. As you re-emerged, you noticed his gaze move upwards, acting as if he hadn’t been staring at your tits.

"Keep looking, come on." You spurred him on as he smirked at you. Slowly you backed from his lap to his knees, dragging your nails along the V-shaped indentation at his waist, capturing the waistband of his boxers in the process and pushing it all the way down his thighs and kneecaps; finally he removed the garment completely with small kicks of his legs. Right in front of you, you spotted his erection. He looked so magnificent with a slight upward curve that replaced the thickness and length that some of your exes had. And god, he was dripping already.

You bent over him, giving a slow lick from base to tip. You looked up, expecting to see his head tipped back, eyes closed, lips parted gently as he moaned for you. Instead he was propped up against the pillow, wide bambi eyes glued to you, staring.

"Choose. Either I stare and cum in a minute or I look away and we take our time." He said and you barely understood how he switched from your cute boyfriend to a sexy, dark dom.

"Eyes on me."

"Then make the show worthy, Honeybun." He smirked.

You went straight for it, gripping the base hard and wrapping your mouth around the spongy tip, sucking.

"Oh God. More, Candy. Your mouth is a miracle, ____."

You felt proud. He always lost his mind with the way you sucked him.

"Are you proud of yourself?" He asked, looking at the way his length disappeared in your mouth.

Releasing him, you licked his slit, capturing his taste and nodding.

“My dirty, dirty girl.” He muttered as you scratched his thighs, your head working a few inches of his length before sinking down. “Fuck, Candy. Yes.”

You sucked harder, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

“You look so good, honey.” He praised you, “You’re gonna ruin me, ____. Look at me.” He whined, placing his hands in your hair and pushing your head up, making you look at him.

You let him slip out of your mouth. “Does it feel good?” You asked, devilish.

He nodded, caressing your face.

“Then why aren’t you cumming yet?” You said, raising an eyebrow.

His mouth opened in shock before he gripped himself with one hand and brought his tip to the seam of your lips. “Open up.”

You let your tongue slip out, taking a kittenish lick before whispering, “Then keep your eyes on me.”

His eyes locked with yours. “Open up.” He repeated.

You smiled and took him in.

His moan was divine, his eyelids fluttering as he tried not to close his eyes. “Take it all. Candy.”

You moaned and his hips jumped slightly, making you focus on your throat, trying not to gag. Your drool dripped all over him as you released his cock, twin tears running down your cheeks after his intrusion.

“Was that too much, honey?” He cupped your jaw and dried the stain. “Did I move too fast?”

You denied, eyes still on him as you started pumping his shaft, repeatedly hollowing your cheeks with a pulsating pattern.

“Oh fuck! Keep doing that, Candy!” His voice was rumbly, his accent thicker with the gentle lisp of his dialect, his brow furrowed and his beautiful, expressive eyes were on you, taking in every single one of your moves. His pupils were dilated, darkness and desire swirling there with repressed intensity, his jaw locked tight as he tried not to snap his hips upward. “Candy I’m gonna—”

You swallowed him, your nose reaching an inch from the base, your gaze still focused on him.

This time he couldn’t control himself: he thrusted in, his hands gripping your hair but leaving you free to move, in case he went too deep. What truly amazed you was the way he moaned out your name, his chest deflating, his eyebrows lowering and his eyes narrowing, but staying as open as he could muster. He looked sex-addled and blissed-out.

He looked beautiful. He looked as beatific as he could ever possibly get. His bare chest was flushed, his nipples hard, his biceps bulging with the way he was tightening his fists. “Candy, honey?”

His voice was so sweet and tender compared to the way he had growled your name almost a minute ago.

You gently let him slip out, his cock laying half-hard on his stomach. "Yeah?"

"Come here." He whispered, inviting you up towards him.

You climbed his body.

He was breathing heavily. He looked at your stomach, trying to think how to say this properly. He exhaled. And then spoke. "I know you might want to venture in more kinky stuff." He explained. "And I want to do that too. It's just that I'm still pretty new to the basic stuff, so I think I'd like to get good at that before we explore the kinky stuff."

You raised your eyebrows, quite unsure where all of this was coming from. As you got ready to say 'okay' he started speaking again.

"However, there's a thing I'd like to try…" His sentence ended with an upward intonation, making it sound like a question.

"What is it, love?" You asked, worried and curious.

He blushed and hid his face behind his hands. "I don't think I'll ever get used to you calling me that." He goofed.

You pouted, absolutely endeared, laying down on top of him and placing your head on his chest, kissing his breastbone. "Tell me what you want, Googie." You gave him another kiss. "You know I won't deny you."

You felt his chest inflate before his breath fanned over your hair. "I want you to use your breasts… There."

You licked your lips. "Holy fuck, Gguk." You took a few seconds. Slowly, you started kissing down his chest, stopping every now and then to suck at his bronzed, taut skin.

He moaned as you bit gently at his abs. "Is this really happening?"

You nodded, giggling. "Yes, baby." You brushed the tip of your nose on the ridge of his upper abs.

He whined. "I want the other nickname."

You laid your chest on top of his lap, making your breasts rock from side to side. "Oh, you're getting picky, love."

His gentle moan stopped at his throat, changing in a raspy groan as you gripped the sides of your boobs and squished them together, engulfing the top of his hard-on.

"Like this?" You asked, starting to slide on him. Next time you intended to do this, you'd better have him slippery, but for this time you'd make it work.

"Yes, Candy." This time he did let his head tip back and his eyelids roll close. He was a vision to behold. You felt him get harder and harder, already pulsating. When you felt him starting to twitch you looked up.

He was staring and he looked ravenous. Keeping eye contact, you licked your lips and stretched your tongue out, teasing his tip.

"Fuck me, Candy. Fuck. Get on that dick, baby. Ride me." He ordered.

Smiling to yourself you straddled his hips and grabbed his cock, using your slickness to rub his head over your slit, pushing him in and sliding down slowly. He groaned at that while you hummed, focusing on taking him a bit at a time. "Please, Candy." He growled, biting his lip and looking at your face. "Touch yourself. Wanna feel you cum." He said as soon as you sat on top of him.

Bringing your middle and ring finger to your lips, you soaked them in your saliva, a string of it connecting your tongue to your digits as you extracted them and moved them south. You immediately found your clit and started drawing slow circles.

"Cum, Candy." He whispered.

"Give me a couple minutes." You reprimanded embarrassedly. "I need to–" You moaned as he gave the smallest push of his hips.

"Stay there. Keep touching yourself." He ordered, circling his hips gently. You started moving yourself, trying to slide up but he blocked your hips. "No. Want to feel all of it. Don't move."

He was filling you, his shaft moving with small motions. However the fullness turned out to be particularly effective, somehow making your inner nerve endings more sensitive to the movements of your fingers. "Gguk."

"Keep quiet unless you're cummin, honey."

You simply bit your lower lip and obeyed, focusing on your task. As your breathing grew erratic, you felt Jeongguk's lips meet your left nipple, sucking it until your hips snapped and your climax dawned over you. You screamed his name, loud and proud while he pounced on you, throwing you with your back to the mattress, hammering into you with a speed no man had ever fucked you to before.

"Say it, Candy." He growled.

You panicked. What could he possibly want? You went for the classic. "You're the fucking best." You murmured.

He snickered, hitting you with a punishing thrust. "Try again."

Your brain felt like a juggler losing control of his trick, too fucked out to actually find the right words. "You're my perfect man."

He tutted and gave you an harsh glance. "Don't make me ask you again."

"I don't know Jeongguk, please. I'm sorry." You cried out, your body going haywire with overstimulation. "Please, slow down, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't want to leave you." You babbled, reminding yourself of the hard time you had given both of you with your separation. "Please, it was a mistake. I was dumb. I love you, Gguk, please." You kept begging.

"Again." He groaned through his laboured breath.

"I made a mistake. Please, forgive me. I love you." You begged.

"That's it." He huffed out. "You love me." He repeated himself, his thrusts growing sloppy.

That’s it. "I love you." You repeated. "I love you," You kissed his bicep and stretched to his lips. "I love you."

He groaned your name and collapsed on top of you. "You love me." He whispered.

You simply nodded. "I do." You shivered as he gave the last few pushes.

"I do." He repeated.

Your heart did a somersault at that. You would unravel those two words later, since you knew he was probably just fucked out and incoherent, absolutely unconscious of what he was actually saying. You caressed his hair tenderly.

"I want to stay inside." He whispered, getting sleepy. "You feel so good." He got comfortable, rolling both of you on your side so he wouldn’t smash you with his weight. "I don’t ever want to give this up."

This was the moment when his tongue grew loose, when he would just let himself confess all those things that worried him, that buzzed through his mind but that he didn’t want to validate by speaking them out loud.

"I missed feeling this free with you." His eyes were closed, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other laying on your hip as his palm gripped your ass. "You have no idea how happy I am when I’m with you like this. I lost my mind thinking that last time would be our last time forever."

You tutted at him, touching his face.

"I kept thinking you were doing it with someone else. I was furious. And before I went to bed I always thought of you. How difficult it feels to fall asleep without you by my side."

"I’m not your ex, Googie. I don’t solve problems between us by going to someone else." You ran your palm down his spine, playfully patting his behind. "And I’m in love with you. That means I can’t think of anyone else. I don’t want anyone else. And no one else can give me what I have with you."

He kissed the top of your head. "I will take care of you." He promised. "I will keep going. Until there’s no doubt left. Until I can love you like you deserve." He yawned.

"We’ll be alright."

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ickle-ronniekins · 4 years ago

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time to be sappy!

hi my lovelies! i’m wishing you all the happiest new year for 2021. without going into too much detail, we all know how much this past year has sucked. that’s honestly the only way to describe it. it’s absolutely sucked. but i know that one thing we’ve learned is to find the light in the darkness, and it’s something i’ve really been trying to focus on as we navigated and continue to navigate our way through this pandemic.

at the beginning of the year, i was in a writing slump. i was going through some personal stuff that honestly knocked the wind right out of me. i didn’t think i’d ever find the energy to write ever again (and it’s my favorite thing to do; it keeps me sane). i was so drained of energy and love of myself that i wanted to say “fuck it” and give up writing altogether. but then, by a miracle, i found some lovely individuals, and you guys re-sparked my love of the thing i need to do in order to make me who i am. write.

there are so many people i need to thank so here we goooooo

@theweasleysredhair chloe! i remember before the twins got insanely popular on here, you were always one of the writers that stuck out to me. we started chatting back and forth and commenting on one another’s fics. and then you’d decided to take a break from tumblr. i didn’t know if you were coming back (and not to be dramatic but i was heartbroken) and THEN YOU DID and we honestly picked up exactly where we’d left off. now we freak out about one another’s stories, cackle like actual idiots at the magic that is impractical jokers, but it goes much deeper than that. we share life stories, offer advice to one another, and you’re always there for me when i need someone. and good god, girl, you can make me laugh. i hope you know that whenever i hear the word “forty” i think of you and scream FOEH in my head. so grateful for you, i can’t even explain it. also SCOOPSKI POTAYTAHS lmao love you

@harrysweasleys alexa i don’t even know how to adequately express how much you mean to me. i can’t even pinpoint when exactly we started talking deeply about anything and everything, but now our friendship spans countries and dimensions and more and i’m just so fucking thankful that we’re friends. you’re one of the kindest people i’ve met on here and i’m just so blessed to know you, write with you, freak out about books with you (even when i bring them to the post office with me LOL) and everything in between. thank you for choosing me to write a collab with. you are wildly talented beyond your years and i hope you always keep writing, because you have a gift with your storytelling. i just adore you.

@wand3ringr0s3 HALEY. you little ball of fire, you. i can’t even begin to describe how much your sarcasm absolutely slays me in our daily chats. you always have me laughing like an absolute fool and i’m so grateful for it. i know that we’re nine years apart (ew) (pls i feel so old ugh) but i feel like we’re so close in age. thank you for always being honest, voicing your thoughts and opinions, sharing stories, encouraging us to share ours, and for always, always providing the greatest, hottest, highest quality photos of The Men in the GC for us to thirst over. thank you for being you, for being hilarious, for being kind. thank you for writing the stories that you do -- your creativity knows no bounds and that’s something that’s really freaking special about you as a writer (aside from your overall general talent to break my heart) i adore you. keep shining babe.

@diary-of-an-onliner okay thea, you are honestly an enigma and i mean that in the GREATEST way possible. i absolutely never know what you’re thinking or what you’re going to say, but i know it’s going to get me wracking my brain and thinking hard or absolutely losing my shit and laughing on the ground. you never fail to put a smile on my face with your quips. i absolutely freaking adore you. AND ALSO, YOUR WRITING IS FLAWLESS, so if you ever want to share more of it, you know i’ll absolutely read it and 110% freak the fuck out, because you’re a talented little bean. remember head in the clouds/feet on the ground? because i do, and i’m honestly still cracking up about it, and cannot wait for it (if it’s still a thing). I LOVE YOU

@harrypotter-and-the-onering LINDA. i don’t think i can express with enough words just how sweet and genuine you are. whenever i see you in the group chats, it puts a smile on my face, because you always slide in with the SWEETEST COMMENTS and my heart just melts at them. i know we don’t really chat outside of the GCs much, but i’d like to change that, because i really do adore you. you’re such a bright light in this community, to out friend group, and to everyone who has the pleasure of being in your presence. you’re a beyond talented writer and i hope you continue to write more in the new year! also, whenever i eat swiss chocolate, i’ll think of you LOL

@andromedaa-tonks okay mia, my girl, you’re a solid ten years younger than me but somehow we act like we’re twins, exactly the same age, and i’m here for it! we’ve ranted to one another a lot about heartbreak and love, how frustrating it can be, how difficult it is to find, how much we yearn for love that’s true and lasting. we’ve had our fair share of difficult conversations about it but it’s really helped me to realize exactly what i want, and i hope it’s helped you too. also thank you for always indulging me when i rant to you about hot lifeguards on the beach LMAO (it’s winter and they’re not here and i’m mad, don’t they know i want to stare at them??? smh) thank you for being you. i love you. and you’ll find that love babe.

@mycupoffanfiction ellie, my deary, you sweet girl, you. i think you’re just about the nicest freaking human being i’ve ever met. i cannot think of a time where you haven’t greeted me with anything less than exuberance and excitement. i hope you know how much it means to me! and the comments you leave on my stories? they honestly bring me to tears. i cannot express what that means to me; there have been so many times when i’ve felt that my writing isn’t good enough to be able to publish anything, but you’ve reminded me with your kind words that my writing just needs to find the right reader, and for that, i cannot thank you enough. thank you for sharing your stories and your friendship, i am beyond grateful for them both, and i adore you so very much!

and to those i might not talk too as often, a few things: 1) please let’s chat 2) i’m apologizing in advance because I SUCK (like actually suck) at answering messages and it’ll probably piss you off and i’m so sorry 3) i’m v nervous and shy so pls feel free to ~slide into my DMs~ anytime because i’m awkward and probably won’t do it first LOL 4) i adore you all 5) i see your comments on my writing and i CANNOT. CANNOT. cannot thank you enough. it brings me to tears every time i read them, so thank you x

@fopdoodledane @vogueweasley @pit-and-the-pen @thoseofgreatambition @izzytheninja @acciotwinz @starlightweasley @theweirdsideofstuff @pigwidgexn @whiz-bangs78 @thisismynerdyself @gcdric @thisismysketchbook @jenniweaslee @chaoticgirl04 @writesowhatnext @loony-loopy-lupinn @boxofbadaddiction @immobulusmalfoy @cappsikle @oh-for-merlins-sake @godricsswords @valwritesx i’m surely forgetting people omg i’m so sorry i really am

thank you, all of you, for all of the wonder and imagination and magic and kindness you’ve all brought me. ALSO IT’S LATE AND I’M TIRED AND IF I FORGET ANYONE I AM SO, SO, SO SORRY I JUST SUCK ok love y’all

#erica blogs #im sappy #happy new year you hooligans #I LOVE YA

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thinkingisadangerouspastime · 4 years ago

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I hate to be an asshole, but I see this a lot and I'd like your take because while we have differing opinions on some things, your metas are spot on (and I binged half your stories last weekend, oops) and I know you'll be straight up with me on this. What "chemistry" between Zuko and Katara? I keep seeing that and not getting it? The chemistry when he roughed up her grandmother and threatened her village? The chemistry when he tied her to a tree and violated her boundaries? (1/3)

The chemistry when he hired a trained assassin to stalk her good friend and if collateral damage happened, oopsie? The chemistry when he stabbed her in the back after she was nice to him in the crystal catacombs? The chemistry when he demanded that she accept him? Or the chemistry when he showed he didn’t know her at all? The chemistry when both of them were grossed out being thought a couple? Or is it the chemistry when he saved her and Katara couldn’t wait to kiss another guy? (2/3)

I dislike r/eylo from Star Wars fandom. I think it sends the wrong message. But as much as I hate it, there was chemistry there from the first. Rey is attracted to him and Kylo is attracted to her. They don’t want to be, but they are and it plays out in the next two movies. There was none of that in ATLA and I can understand z/ks saying it but other people? What am I missing? Where am I not looking? I’m not even that huge on Katara/Aang but Zuko/Katara chemistry where? (3/3)

Obligatory disclaimer: this is my personal response to anon’s questions and my personal thoughts on Zvtara’s chemistry. I’m not going to put this into the main tags - much less the Zvtara tag! - because while I believe this is a genuine question, I don’t doubt there’s at least one person out there who will misconstrue it as “hate” because the A:TLA fandom is, uh, aggressive in its ship wars lol. However, if I have any Zvtara shippers following me, I encourage you to reblog this post with your own thoughts! Please refrain from sending your commentary on anon unless you’re going to be friendly about it, lol; I like to keep my blog positive and welcoming! Thank you :)

Firstly, I am EXTREMELY flattered that you enjoy my metas so much and binged half my fics!! I was grinning so gleefully as I read that part of your asks,, y’all are too sweet to me. 💛

Okay. Moving on.

So, the main question here seems to be this: What chemistry exists between Zuko and Katara in A:TLA?

Short answer? None, in my opinion.

Longer answer? For all the reasons you outline in your asks, I do not perceive any romantic chemistry between Zuko and Katara within the series run of A:TLA. Note the qualifiers: “romantic” and “within the series run.” I’ll try to break down what I mean!

“no romantic chemistry”

For one, a romantic interest with anyone in the Gaang would have undermined Zuko’s entire redemption arc, full stop. Yes, I mean anyone. For Zuko to have joined the Gaang because of romantic interest* would have been… counterproductive. Zuko joined the Gaang because he realized - to put it very simply - that the Fire Nation was wrong. He realized how he’d been indoctrinated since birth. He realized that he could help the Avatar (instead of trying to, uh, kill him lmao) by teaching him firebending. He realized he could help Aang defeat the Fire Lord and bring peace to the four nations. Zuko realized he could help end the war. He could help break the cycles of violence and abuse that had in part made his own life so miserable. For him to join the Gaang because of romantic interest? Completely takes away from all of that. A key theme of A:TLA is dismantling imperialist power, propaganda, rhetoric, etc. Zuko’s decision to fight against Fire Nation imperialism is crucial to his redemption. He could not have been redeemed without making that choice. Thus, if Zuko had joined the Gaang because of romantic interest, it would have been completely counteractive to his redemption.

(*That is, the relatively popular [? I think?] implication that Zuko and Katara’s moment in “The Crossroads of Destiny” was romantic-coded and thus Zuko should have joined the Gaang at the end of Book 2 because he had romantic interest in Katara and she in him. I genuinely am clueless how people interpret that moment as romantic - like to me it’s honestly heartbreaking! Katara offers Zuko tentative sympathy only for him to stab her in the back minutes later - so if someone would like to share some thoughts, please feel free to do so!!)

On a similar note, for Zuko to take the lightning for Katara at the end of the series because of romantic interest would also undermine his redemption arc. Please note: this does not mean Zvtara shippers cannot interpret the Agni Kai as being romantic-coded. Of course they can! That’s what fanon is for! Transformative works! But in terms of canon, Zuko did not try (and fail, rip) to redirect Azula’s lightning because he was romantically interested in Katara. (I mean, in terms of canon, Zuko and Katara were both romantically interested in other people, too, so… Moot point, lol? But I digress.)

Zuko taking the lightning is about him learning to earn forgiveness and accept unconditional love from his family (both Iroh and the Gaang). It is a selfless act, and it directly parallels Zuko’s selfish act in “The Crossroads of Destiny” to stand silently while Azula strikes Aang with lightning, thus becoming complicit in Aang’s death. The point of his “sacrifice” is that Zuko would have taken the lightning for anyone (and don’t get me wrong - the moment is doubly powerful with Katara, as she’s a primary protagonist!). Zuko did not attempt but fail to redirect the lightning because it was Katara he was protecting; he took it because it was the right thing to do. Zuko has learned to differentiate between “right and wrong” on his own. To at last put others before himself. To make his decision about romantic interest? To make Zuko’s most selfless act in the series (not to mention one of his only 100% selfless acts!) about out-of-the-blue “romantic love”? That not only lessens the impact of his decision, but it is also reductive to Zuko’s entire character and arc. There’s no romantic chemistry there.

Again, of course, fanon exists for purposes such as interpreting Zuko’s failed misdirection of the lightning to protect Katara as romantic. Go wild!! I’m talking strictly about canon.

So that pretty much summarizes why romantic interest with anyone in the Gaang would have been detrimental to Zuko’s redemption, hence why Zuko doesn’t have any canon romantic chemistry in the Gaang. It just ain’t there! It would have screwed over his arc! And again, because of all the reasons you outline, I cannot comfortably interpret any romantic chemistry between Zuko and Katara within the series run of A:TLA. Personally, romantic Zvtara would have been too sudden, too unexpected, and too… well, as I said: uncomfortable. Why would Katara have romantic interest in a guy who’d hurt her so many times? Who she’d only just forgiven? Why would Zuko have romantic interest in Katara, a girl he barely knew for most of the series? Especially when he already had feelings for a childhood friend? I, personally, just don’t get it.

But. You know what Zuko and Katara do have in canon?

A phenomenal platonic bond.

It develops very late, admittedly; Katara has only forgiven Zuko for the last five episodes of the series (5 out of 61… Katara was only on good terms with Zuko for 8% of the series, lmao). But Zuko and Katara are very, very similar personality-wise, so it follows that (eventually) they’d be great friends! Yeah, Zuko acts like an entitled dick for a good portion of “The Southern Raiders” lmao, but he ultimately respects Katara’s decision to spare Yon Rha (love that scene so much 🤧). Katara recognizes that Zuko is trying his best (if sometimes falling short) to redeem himself and earn the Gaang’s trust, and she also understands how - while she is completely justified in her anger! - holding that hatred close to her chest isn’t good for her. So she offers him a third chance (and honestly, Zuko should be forever grateful for that lmao!).

So what can a strong platonic bond lead to? Well, if it’s in your taste, a romantic relationship!

“within the series run”

As aforementioned, I don’t see any romantic chemistry between Zuko and Katara within the series run of A:TLA. I think Zuko has hurt Katara in too many ways - and again, she has only just forgiven him by the end of the show - for there to realistically have been any blossoming romance between them. I think romantic interest for anyone in the Gaang would undermine Zuko’s redemption. I also think M@iko and K@taang are well-implemented romances into A:TLA, so romantic Zvtara would not have fit into the narrative. (Doesn’t mean someone has to ship them!! I just mean they made logical sense and had narrative purpose within canon. That’s all.) But again, Zuko and Katara have a great platonic bond. So while I don’t see romance within the series run, I can understand why people might be attracted to Zvtara in post-canon!

Post-A:TLA (disregarding LOK, which I haven’t even seen lol) Zvtara has some solid potential. I’m personally intrigued by the idea of how they’d navigate their relationship amidst all the politics! Basically, any relationship with a strong platonic bond can have potential for “more.” That’s why people ship T@ang, that’s why people ship Zvkaang, Zvkka, M@ilee, etc. So while Zvtara may not have romantic chemistry within the show - in my opinion! - they’ve got one of my favorite platonic bonds, so I can totally get people wanting to explore that bond in post-A:TLA and possibly translating it to romance.

So for some people, then, it might be less about “chemistry” in A:TLA itself, but more how their relationship could grow and change after the end of the series!

Quick sidebar: I mentioned that while I do not interpret the final Agni Kai as romantic, I’m fine when other people do. It’s fanon! Ain’t no big thing! But also, Katara has forgiven Zuko by that point. I, personally, am not comfortable with reading any of Zuko and Katara’s TSR-and-earlier interactions as romantic because of the imbalanced power dynamic. Example: I don’t think Zuko tying Katara to a tree and manipulating her with her mother’s necklace was romantic, and I don’t like the resulting implications when people do treat it as such. Zuko was still so indoctrinated by Fire Nation propaganda… Yeah, from Book 1 to about halfway through Book 3, I personally don’t feel comfortable shipping Zuko with anyone outside of the Fire Nation. Pre-redemption Zuko was not the most fun person to be around if you were non-Fire Nation.

But as I’ve said, these are all just my opinions! Again, if I have any Zvtara shippers following me, please feel free to reblog with your own thoughts! I would love to know where the idea comes from that Zvtara had chemistry within A:TLA, since I personally don’t see any romantic vibes (though platonic chemistry, of course, abounds.)

(For the record, I don’t know anything about Star Wars, which is why I haven’t brought up R.eylo, lol.)

TL;DR - To me, there isn’t any canon romantic chemistry for Zvtara. Narratively, I think it would undermine Zuko’s arc. Logically, because of how Zuko treated Katara for 92% of the series, I personally cannot interpret any of their interactions as romantic. But their platonic bond? Beautiful!! Thus, if people want to explore post-A:TLA, fanon Zvtara, I am all for it.

#hope this at least partially answers your question anon!#anon #amy answers #amy analyzes

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hatterstan-shameblog · 4 years ago

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Just found your page and I have to say I am very impressed, love your work 💖

Alright, that’s it, you sent me the glittery heart emoji.......that means you’re getting the one where hatter and aguni go to COSTCO BABEYYYYY

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✨Scenes from a Japanese Costco: The Inherent Drama of the Free Sample Counter✨

(Bonus points if you get the song reference)

Concept: Aguni and Hatter (who we will be calling Takeru because it’s his actual name) share a Costco membership. Hilarity ensues.

Warnings: bad flirting, betrayal, untempered drama

Rating: ‼️PG-13‼️ for one line of suggestive dialogue (flops miserably, don’t worry)

(I’m a Netflix-live-action-only watcher and this follows a lot of my headcanons (since we didn’t get to see Hatter much #rip) so like if this feels ooc it probably is, I’m just tryna have fun here)

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Takeru is not a religious man—not even a little bit, not even by a long shot—but he considers visiting the free sample counters at Costco a holy experience. Queuing up, humbling oneself before the altar (or, in this case, a white plastic table)—it all feels like something Michael Corleone would do in The Godfather.

And, like Michael Corleone in The Godfather, Takeru is not immune to jealousy. Especially when Aguni is chatting to the lovely lady handing out small, toothpicked cubes of cheese.

She’s laughing.

She’s laughing and she’s giving him a second sample.

Betrayal stings like a slap. They have a system, dammit! Takeru flirts, Aguni swipes extra samples while the employee is distracted, and they reunite by the cases of bottled water to split the spoils.

It works.

(Sometimes.)

Apparently, whatever Aguni’s doing is working, too, because she’s—oh no! She’s writing something on a piece of paper. Something that could be a...a phone number?!

Well, that does it.

Takeru is declaring war.

He unbuttons another button on his shirt—the dreaded third button, reserved only for the most provocative and flirtatious situations—and channels every ounce of charm in his body into a dazzling smile.

The look on Aguni’s face as Takeru saunters (yes, saunters) over to the table is cautiously unimpressed—he must’ve noticed the third button and his friends furrows slightly at the thought of things to come.

“Well, well, well,” Takeru says, leaning a casual elbow on the edge of the table, “what a beautiful sight, indeed.”

“It’s cheese,” the woman at the counter says, voice false-cheery and smile forced, “Would you like a sample?”

“I wasn’t talking about the food, darling,” Takeru says, “but since you’re offering...”

It’s not that he’s expressly trying to be sexy, eating a cube of cheese off a toothpick in the middle of a decently-crowded Costco...but, well...

Maybe he always wraps his lips around skewered foods in a slow, appreciative manner. Maybe he simply can’t help the deep, contented hum that purrs itself from his chest. Maybe his eyelashes are fluttering because the fluorescents are just a smidge too bright.

“Delicious,” he says with a wink—and there is no ‘maybe’ to this part of the equation. Takeru’s eyes roll towards Aguni, whose unreadable expression elicits a flicker of glee in his heart.

Time to go in for the kill.

“So,” Takeru flirts, “what do you say? You give me another one of those delightful little samples, and I take you to dinner tonight? I do so enjoy eating out...”

He doesn’t have to see Aguni’s face to know the man is rolling his eyes—but, as they say, all is fair in love and war, and Takeru loves petty revenge.

“I’m sorry, sir, but we only allow one sample per customer! And besides,” She turns her gaze towards Aguni, smile growing noticeably wider, “I already have plans for tonight!”

“Oh.”

Takeru looks at her. And then at Aguni. And then at the cheese samples. Then back to Aguni. Then back to the cheese. He stares at the little toothpicks for a long time.

“Takeru?” Aguni asks, voice tinged with concern. Takeru grits his teeth.

“You know him?” The lady asks, sounding genuinely pleased at this turn of events, “I didn’t realize he was your friend!”

“Apparently that is debatable,” Takeru snips, ire rising red and hot behind his eyes. With a lightning-quick hand, he snatches up three of the cheese cubes and stuffs them angrily into his mouth.

Realizing that he can no longer speak, mouth so full of (mediocre) cheese as it is, he settles for a pointed glare thrown in Aguni’s direction before storming off to sulk in the processed snack aisle.

Aguni waits until Takeru has stormed out of sight before reaching into his pocket for his wallet.

“Excellent work,” Aguni mumbles, discretely holding out a thousand-yen bank note, “Implying we had a date was an especially nice touch.”

“Please,” the lovely sample lady says, waving his hand away, “Witnessing that was payment enough. And those gardening tips you gave me are top-notch, too.”

“Plants are often preferable to people, in my experience.”

“Agreed.” The sample-slinger leans leftwards, trying to catch a glimpse of Aguni’s melancholy companion, “You gonna tell him this was all a set-up?”

Aguni turns, peering down the aisle to see a slumping Takeru staring blankly at a bag of sour cream and onion chips. He chuckles to himself.

“Maybe on the way home.”

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y’all cannot tell me aguni wouldn’t fuck with takeru literally constantly just to set him off I mean COME ON

#alice in borderland #danma takeru #hatter #alice in borderland netflix #imawa no kuni no alice #aguni #morizono aguni #writings and such

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sneezefiction · 4 years ago

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you’re my adventure

Nishinoya x Reader - Scenario

desc: engagements and soft moments

a/n: a request from @curlykoo for some fluffy, sweet Noya! i’m sorry I couldn’t pull off a sequel to the angsty noya fic, but I hope this makes you smile <333 thank you so much for requesting + waiting ! (my titles get cheesier every time i post lmao)

warnings: none! (legit, you’re gonna b smothered in fluff)

wc: 1500

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“Keep your eyes covered, y/n.” Nishinoya says, leading you gently by your hand to a destination in the open air.

Midsummer nights are never chilly, but you wouldn’t have minded a small jacket or cardigan.

He’d planned for your ultimate comfort and, with your eyes still closed, envelops you in a light, fluffy blanket. He knows you well.

So you trust him and keep walking, one hand in his, the other grasping the blanket on your shoulder.

Your feet finally tap the side of a small curb, and with that he says,

“Now open!” In a nervously, excited whisper.

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Noya exists for the purpose of adventure. To know and taste every sensation. To feel ridged mountainsides. To hunt for new experiences. Capturing every living, breathing thing in a mental photo. Documenting each distinct memory.

Novelty is forever fleeting, but some are born to find it. Again and again and again.

And that’s Nishinoya for you. Always finding, forever searching.

But for so long, he’s done it alone.

And, he supposes, alone isn’t… bad.

It’s true, there’s freedom in venturing by himself. He’s free to do as he pleases, whenever he pleases.

No one to look out for, nothing to tie him down.

Just endless journeys for him to explore.

But there’s a point when “alone” simply becomes “lonely.”

And that shift was a hard pill to swallow… because to settle down and stifle the “lonely” seemed to mean he had to lose his true love. Adventure.

Little did he know, the true adventure was about to start as you made your entrance into his life.

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It’s Friday once again.

And Fridays are deemed exploration days by your bubble-machine of a boyfriend, Nishinoya.

Thus it makes sense that the week is incomplete, if not absolutely suffocating to him, if he hasn’t had a chance to leave your snug apartment to feel grass below his feet and the rustle of wind through his hair.

You usually give him space to go off, self-examine, and explore by himself. It’s something he’s always needed to do and it’s never gotten in the way of your relationship.

If anything it made you love him and his unique spirit even more.

However, every once in a while, he’ll want you to join him.

Tonight just happens to be one of those nights. No rhyme or reason to it.

It’s not the most unusual request, but as you asked “where to,” he refused you an answer.

Yet, the sparkle in his eye told you that he was hiding something.

Something significant.

Something special he just had to share with you.

So you let him take you by the hand, pulling you toward this secret destination.

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“And open!”

It takes you a moment to realize where you are.

It’s exactly where you had your first date with this spiky-haired boy. The roof of the parking garage.

You fondly remember blue tongues and sugary, sweet lips from the slushies Noya had bought you back then. How he chased you after you ruffled-up his hair, letting you think you could get away, but catching up with you in no time. How when he caught you, he cupped your cheeks, staring into your eyes adoringly.

You shared many long, devoted kisses that night. Delicate touches. Conversations about passions and desires.

Since then, you’ve been attached at the hip.

Y’all rarely revisited that exact spot, deeming it a “sacred place” meant only for perfect moments and irreversible discussions and decisions. Your heart is racing.

The lot is comfortably empty, a brilliant full moon above you acting as the primary light source.

Before you are a pile of pillows and blankets, a small cluster of candles, and… of course…

Those truly iconic blue slushies.

You’re at a loss for words.

He leads you to his setup, letting you get comfortable enough to fully take in the scene.

It’s romantic.

Divine.

Unbelievably thoughtful.

For someone so carefree, you forget just how much beauty and ambiance matters to Nishinoya. Every last detail is there, pristine yet cozy. The location and atmosphere, perfect.

You break the silence,

“Noya, this is… stunning.” Your mouth hangs open slightly, in awe of the scene set before you.

That he cared so deeply for this very moment, for you, to do all of this.

“I just- I- Even the slushies!” You’re laughing, words coming out in jumbles.

So you slouch down into the pillow, legs curled into your chest, hands resting on your knees.

The stars overhead are completely outshone by your wide, sparkling eyes.

“So what’s all this for, baby? It’s not our anniversary, y’know?” You smile, genuinely curious and a little nervous.

Your usually chatty, animated boyfriend is completely silent.

He wordlessly gets down on his knees in front of you and sets his hands on top of yours.

Taking both of them into his own, he waits a minute, stroking them with his thumb.

He then takes the deepest breath he can muster,

“Y/n… all my life I’ve wanted to be free.” He starts, voice shaky.

“You know how much I love adventure...”

You nod slowly, your eyes shining as they meet his,

“and I’ve had my fair share of them.” He expresses with a smile on his lips, picturing one of those precious moments right now.

And suddenly, his words gain strength and confidence.

“But I never realized that I could feel this free. Especially not with someone else by my side.”

Your heart skips a beat.

This isn’t any old conversation anymore.

No, this pertains to you. Your relationship. Your Noya.

“Y/n… you should know, my old life pales in comparison to these past two years I’ve spent with you.” He states boldly, no longer wavering.

“Those 22 years don’t match up to the amount of life I get to share with you now.”

He can hear his heart beating out of his chest.

“You’re my adventure, y/n.” He reveals, his face warm, but heart even warmer.

And the happiest of tears are dripping down your chin, onto his hands.

“I want you to know that out of every amazing mountaintop I’ve climbed, you’re better than it’s peak.”

“Not even the bluest, clearest ocean, the steepest waterfall, or the most beautiful flower can compete with all the wonderful things I’ve experienced with you.”

He shifts and shuffles to grab something out of his pocket.

But, of course, he drops it first.

Nishinoya let’s the most comical gasp you’ve ever heard, escape his lips.

You laugh, tears falling faster, but youe smile growing so wide your face begins to hurt.

He recovers the item quickly and mentally kicks himself for ruining the vibe like the complete goof he actually is.

But it’s clear what’s going on.

It’s barely made visible by the moonlight and the subtle glimmer of candles...

but there’s a small, velvet box in the palm of his hand.

Even though you’d already begun to expect it, you can’t help put both of your hands over your mouth in shock.

“Y/n, I’m gonna need your hands back, please.” He laughs, knowing his secret is out now.

“Because, you see… I have this ring…” He pauses,

“...and I kinda want you to wear it for the rest of your life.”

He gazes at you for a moment longer, soaking in your reaction.

“Please marry me, y/n!” The words fall out his mouth in the most Noya way.

It feels just like a movie.

Where the whole world ceases to spin and gravity releases its hold on the both of you for just a moment.

Because you suddenly no longer feel anything but his touch. His gaze. His nearness.

You remove the shaky hand from your mouth and reach it out to him.

He wraps his fingers around your palm tenderly, carefully placing a simple, but beautiful diamond-studded engagement band on your ring finger.

Of course, you take a second to examine the ring... but your eyes slowly drift back to admire your real treasure.

Your eyes meet his again.

But this time, it’s not just your boyfriend.

This is your future husband.

And the pent-up energy is too much for Noya, so he moves on to what he does best:

He full-on tackles you in the biggest, most life-giving hug you’ve ever received.

You’re thrown back onto more blankets, your head guarded by his hand so it doesn’t touch the ground.

You’re both giggling and gasping for air from, the tears you just spilled leaving you breathless.

And you lay there, chest to chest, his head laying on your shoulder.

It takes a moment, but Nishinoya lets out one last sigh before shifting to lay down next to you.

In your eyes, he sees everything.

He sees endless opportunities. Countless journeys.

And he cannot wait to pursue all of it.

He does his best to express this with simple, but bold words,

“I can’t wait to explore every part of life with you.” His head tilting to face you, your fingers now interlocked with his.

Your heart is bursting, unable to contain the joy you’re experiencing…

Yet all you can say is,

“Yes… me too, Noya. I love you so much.”

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Pseudo Princess Pt.21

Succumbing to Love

12/23/2019

Pairing: King!Steve x Reader Word Count: 2,645

Warnings: Smut, feels, a smidge of angst

A/N: Rather than make you wait, I decided to release this on its own. It’s just smut, y’all. I mean, my smut is never just smut. There is a lot of exploration into their feelings in this one and some pretty big emotions are felt but it is just smut. I hope you like it! I don’t feel like I’m the best smut writer. I write it and hope that it’s okay but I know LOTS of other writers who can do it better. I hope only to make it enjoyable. Anywho, if you happen to reblog, thanks for helping me spread my work. xoxo

Losing count of the number of times that Steve has made your world spin is not possible.

Every climax seems to hit you harder than the last. Every touch is unforgettable. Quickly you familiarize yourself with the ways that Steve likes to touch your skin. The weight of his breath against your chest.

You know now the way his lips curve around yours, the taste of his tongue, and the gentle swirl as he moans into your mouth.

Even now, with it latched to your breast, nipple pebbled against his tongue as he suckles, two of his fevered fingers nestled within the soft silken folds of your cunt, his thumb doing a strange but luscious dance around your clit, you reach up to grasp a pillow left just out of range.

You divert them when you make no purchase and instead your hands find him. You grip tight and pull him in closer, fingers tangled in his messed blonde locks, the other ripping at the skin of his muscled shoulder.

He hisses at the scratch and pulls his head away but when he watches you break beneath him into unfettered pieces, his eyes are aglow with pride.

He runs his thumb in circles and watches as you whimper and keen against his hand, your body shaking with the pleasure of his triumph.

“That’s my girl.” He boasts and his voice is thick with lust. Deep and in your chest, making you ache just a bit more for him.

The fuzzies of your orgasm fade and your hands go limp around him, limbs pleasantly lifeless as you recover.

Twenty-three.

It’s taken him almost a week to get you to twenty-three climaxes. Each one perfection. Each one accompanied with a soft kiss to your lips. Each one more exhausting than the last and at an average of three per day, it’s no easy feat…for you.

Your body is wrecked from pleasure and it has begun to almost become torture to feel good but not have him do so with you.

You crave to make the connection that the two of you had almost shared every night for the first six months of your marriage and never once been as close as you are now.

You want him to feel it too. Your love. Your desire. The inescapable need to consume him just as he has consumed you over and over.

“I’m sorry, my sweet flower.” He apologizes, pulling his hand away from your pussy to run it along your body's naked length from collarbone to pelvis in admiration.

He stops at your stomach and with one hand splayed across the tiny swell, he leans down to kiss it.

You don’t want his apologies anymore. You’re at your limit and you need him.

“Steve…” You sigh, turning to look at him as he continues to stare at your body, tracing strange patterns with the burning tip of his finger.

He looks up at you, a small curve to his lips as he grins at you, so elated to be here again but on a whole new level. Like you, Steve is basking in the splendor of his giving you pleasure. Finally.

“Yes, my petal?” Leaning down he presses his lips to your tummy again, caressing the curve of your hip as he slowly moves around it.

Wet open mouthed kisses leave your skin glistening.

“I need you…” You swallow hard, trying to steel your nerves to tell him that you want him to make love to you. He’s been putting it off for so long. Careful. Gentle.

He looks up at you again, his hand flat against your little bump.

“I want you, within me, my love. My king." You manage and the curious shift in his expression almost makes you smile.

“We don’t have to, Y/N. You don’t-" He tries, but you push yourself up until you’re sitting and he has to look up at your face.

“I can’t wait any longer, Steve. Don’t you want me anymore? Will you not have me?” You worry, wondering if there is some other reason he won’t sleep with you.

Steve scoffs, half in disbelief, half amused.

He reaches up to hook his hand behind your head, caressing the nape of your neck with gentle massaging squeezes. It feels intimate and possessive and it makes your heart race.

Lips parted, you gasp quietly, wishing he’d hurry up as the last blissful bits of your last climax fade.

“I have never wanted someone as much as I want you, in my life. I didn’t know that I could feel this way about anyone ever again, Y/N. That my most primal of desires could be so wretchedly distracting. All I want is you. All of the time. Every second, of every day. Even now, you are too far from me.” He sighs heavily with exaggerated disappointment.

You chuckle because now he’s just being dramatic.

“We are inches apart.” You remind him.

“And is it not too far?” He wonders, his voice low with desire.

Once again you find the air in your lungs escapes you and when you answer your voice is a breezy whisper.

“It is.” You nod, a quick lip to your kissed-out lips. “Far too far.”

“Do you truly want me?” Steve wonders, the lust trading out for genuine wonder.

After everything that happened, of course he’s going to feel uncertain, just as you do.

“I’m ready. You are not the Steve that I met when we married.” You explain. “Are you?”

“I am not.” He quickly assures you. “I was a fool. I cannot believe you’re still here with me. If you had been any other woman…I think you might have left me after the first month. Or murdered me in my sleep.”

You laugh again, overcome with giddiness because it seems he truly does understand the suffering you’d pushed through in the beginning.

“I could never hurt you.” You tell him, reaching down to cup his cheek.

“And I will never stop trying to earn your forgiveness for the pain of what I caused and the things I took.” He looks down at your throat and once again seems to be hesitating.

“Steve?” You check, worried.

When he meets your eyes, he’s careful, searching your face for a tell.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He sighs.

“You won’t.” You smile at him. “Have you not proved yourself to me twenty times over by now?”

You chuckle once, so happy for the week you’ve spent with him here in bed, feeling the careful but eager caresses and at times pleasantly rough touch that Steve has been so energetically lavishing you with.

Steve’s cheeks flush red and he looks so adorable that you lean down to kiss him. The kiss distracts him from his thoughts and his puckered lips as you pull away draw you back in for another smooch.

He slides up, pushing you back, settling over you as he lays you back down on the bed until your head is settled on your pillow.

When you’re surrendered beneath him, he backs up his hands sliding along the smooth silver sheets of the bed.

He stands by your feet, reaches back behind his head and pulls his shirt over his head, exposing the beautiful body you’ve been missing. You admire the sharp lines of his pecs. The tuft of blonde hair that flows from their center down over his chiseled stomach and disappears below the waist of his pants has you licking your lips again.

Despite being with child, it all feels so new. So unfamiliar. Exciting in a way because this is your true first time. This will be the moment that you and Steve really solidify your lives together. Not that they weren’t already solid enough…but this begins a new level of closeness. A sincerity that has been missing since you both said, ‘I do.’

You shift on your bed, wiggling a little in anticipation as your cunt begins to throb with want. It clenches, eager for filling. You’re nearly vibrating with yearning.

“Steve…” You whine, watching as he hooks his hands into the waistband of his trousers.

He stares at you, eyes fevered. “I’m coming, my petal.”

You stare as he finally rids himself of all clothes. Without restraint, his cock stands erect, soft and peach, pink at the head where it’s glistening with his arousal.

Had he always been so big? You can see the vein underneath pulsating. He strokes himself, sliding along his length as he steps closer.

You whimper again, so eager, you might just jump him. Luckily, he crawls over you, but you spread your legs for him, and he slides his hand from your ankle to your knee, pushing your legs back to make space for himself.

With your arms wrapped around his neck you pull him down for a fevered kiss, all tongue and teeth and pure lust.

You moan.

Steve responds, rutting against your pussy where his cock slides between your folds to poke and prod without breaking you just yet.

He grows slick from the slick that his body provokes from you.

As he breaks the kiss, you moan into his open mouth, both of you freezing for a moment to relish in your two bodies touching and radiating want. This feels right. Just as it should always have felt.

Your mind whizzes past the night Thor touched you and not once had it felt as it did now. Your heart hadn’t ached like this or soothed like this. Your eyes hadn’t watered like they do now, on the verge of tears from finally feeling whole.

This is the consummate moment that you should have had on your wedding night.

Steve licks your lips, flicking the tip of his tongue against your lips. He wants you and you can feel it, not only in the hardness he’s grinding against your cunt but in the way his mouth hovers over yours, tasting your lips. It’s in the way his hands slide underneath your shoulders and he pulls your chest to his, pressing your pebbled nipples against the planes of his chest. He’s cradling you like you’re precious. It melts any remaining reservation you had for him and finally as his lips move down over your jaw, he reaches down to line himself up and slides into you slowly.

For a moment you stop breathing. This filling, he doesn’t stop until he’s buried completely within you, feels different from every other time he’s taken you. This time, he’s not taking…this time he’s giving and you’re openly accepting.

As he stops, his lips moving back towards your own and his hand coming up to caress the side of your face, your tears spill over leaving salty trails on your heated cheeks.

Steve pulls back and pumps into you once, then notices the tears on your face.

“Y/N?” He panics. “Shit, am I hurting you?” He makes to pull out, but you wrap your legs around him and hook your ankles beneath his bum to keep him pressed within you.

“No…” You stupidly sob. “No, don’t leave me.”

Steve slides back down, holding you close as he wipes at your tears with his thumbs.

“Don’t cry, sweet flower.” He coos, his own eyes glistening as if he might cry too. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not.” You sigh, trying to get a hold of yourself. “I’m so happy.”

Steve stares at you, searching for those words to be true. You smile because they are. You also sob again because you can’t help it.

“I love you so much.” You whisper, and Steve’s lips meet yours fervently.

He kisses you senseless and with your legs trapping him inside you, he begins to move.

He pulls back and impales you again. Over and over he fills you.

Every touch he makes is to pull you closer. Your mind reels, remembering the way he’d held you down before, your wrists, your hips, your shoulders. He’d used his body to do what needed to be done but had never sought to be near you.

As he pistons into you, your body shaking beneath his, he wraps his arms around your body laying right on top of you so that there is no space between you. He pulls you close however and doesn’t hold you to the bed. He wants you near.

“I love you…” He groans, moans, and whispers. He rubs his chin and cheeks against your own, nuzzling into you with affection while his cock takes you with lust.

He flips you both, turning you onto your side. As you straighten one leg, you keep the other hooked around his hip and pillows your head on his massive bicep as he rails into you, cupping the curve of your bottom as your skin slaps against his.

You turn your head, searching for him and he meets your open mouth with his kiss. Twisted tongues and mushed lips keep your moans quiet as you continue to groan with him.

He suddenly slows, his hands digging into your bottom as he holds you tighter and moves at a languid pace. He buries himself to the hilt, stopping every few seconds to watch you breathe heavily, high whimpers escaping your lips.

He kisses you after every one. Ecstatic and proud.

“Am I making you feel good, my Queen?” He asks, husky voice settling in your chest.

“Yes…” You sigh. “Oh, Steve…yes.”

He takes too long to move, and your hips move against his on their own.

“Please don’t stop.” You beg.

He obeys and renews his grip, but he moves slowly, his body cherishing yours as his hips grind against your clit.

The tension in your body rises. You pull yourself up a little, resting on your elbow as you cling to his wide shoulders and search for skin to bite. You find his throat and try not to break the skin but it’s impossible to resist the lure of his body.

He grunts as you bite, growling almost as he renews the rougher thrust and grips your ass so hard you know it will bruise.

“Yes…yes…” You moan, feeling that build up roll through your hips.

“You’re magnificent,” He praises you. “Perfection.”

And in the moment, who are you to argue when he worships your body as he does now?

“Steve…” You moan, your mind beginning to fog over.

Your body tightens, your leg is a vice around his hips. With your toes curled and your calf cramping, your body is rocked by its twenty-fourth climax.

You keen, biting his neck once again as your nails rip into his skin.

Steve groans, ramming into you a few more times before he slows and his heat fills you while he continues to pump into you, filling you to the brim.

Together the two of you fall apart, bodies rigid as a wave of numbing bliss takes you over.

After the pieces have shattered, after your cunt is no longer ablaze, you fall into his arms, weak and sated.

Steve is already kissing your shoulders, moving up towards your lips where he kisses you lazily, his own body still warped by pleasure.

“Are you okay?” He finally asks, swallowing hard as he finds your still crying eyes.

“I’m perfect,” You promise him. “So perfect.”

Steve smiles, relieved, breathing hard, his brow glistening with sweat.

You’ve never seen him sweat before.

You reach up to touch it, but he catches your hand and pulls it to his lips.

You relax, watching him kiss each of your fingertips before he kisses your palm then holds it against his cheek.

He opens his eyes, meets your loving and satisfied gaze.

“Twenty-four.” He whispers, then chuckles and rolls you onto your back as you laugh with him. “Twenty-five?”

He waits, watching you, stroking your cheek as he settles over you again.

You nod.

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