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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year ago

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I don’t know if you have this but please can i request headcandons of the spiderverse Boys with their lover reader wearing their (spider boys) clothing like a hoodie or a t shirt?

Miles thought he had stopped breathing when he saw you wear the jacket he has been searching high and low for the past fifteen minutes.

He had been wanting to see you in his clothes but the poor boy didn’t know how to say it without tripping and stumbling awkwardly over his words like a new born baby deer.

‘Hey, have you seen my jacket-‘ his words faltered and then later died on his lips when he raised his eyes as he entered his room, only to see you wearing the very jacket he had been searching high and low for. ‘You’re wearing it.’ His voice cracked and out of embarrassment Miles cleared his throat and tried again. ‘You’re- You’re wearing it.’

You smiled at him, finding his attempts in keeping his cool amusing, especially when it was doing something small like wearing his clothes but you couldn’t help yourself! The jacket was still somewhat warm from previous use and smelt like him, which brought you comfort for the days where he couldn’t always be with you as it felt as though you had a part of him always with you. Though it doesn’t compare to actually having Miles with you, it still brought you a sense of relief and security that you always get when with the young lad.

‘Did you want it back?’ You asked, about to take it off when Miles exclaimed ‘no!’ Making you both jump with how loud it came out but made you both laugh none the less. ‘I mean, no, keep it on as long as you want. You look great in it.’ Miles admits, running the back of his neck, highly aware of the heat radiating within of every part of his body, from the tips of his ears to his chest and even to his feet, as though it was going to burn him from the inside out.

‘Just great?’ You teased, brows raised.

‘Did I say great? I meant you look beautiful, handsome, pretty, beautiful, cosy, comfy.’ Miles rambled and you knew you had to intervene before he hurts himself, which lead you to walk towards him and hold his face in your hands, internally melting when his beautiful doe brown eyes looked into yours as though they’re the only thing grounding him right now. ‘Relax, I’m only teasing babe.’ You reassured him, thumbs stroking his cheeks as means of calming him down. ‘Now are you comfortable with me wearing your stuff because I can stop if you want.’

Just when you were about to pulls your hands away from his face so you could remove and hand back his jacket, Miles placed his hands over yours, keeping them glued to his face as he looked at you adoringly. ‘It doesn’t bother me at all.’ He tells you. ‘In fact it makes me really happy just seeing you in my stuff,’ he chuckles to himself. ‘I swear it feels as though I’m still dreaming sometimes.’ He finishes.

Miles loves it when you wear his clothes as it means that even when you were apart, you’re thinking about him, always and wishing for his safe return. He feels loved, extremely loved.

Pavitr’s day is immediately made a thousand times better when he notices that you’ve been wearing his clothes. He fucking adores it so much to the point that he’s already making plans on just letting you use his wardrobe at your disposal.

It doesn’t necessarily have to be a bad day because seeing you in his clothes even on days where he’s mentally, emotionally and physically okay, he’s automatically made even more chipper and happy to the point he will not shut up about his rant on how cute and adorable you look in his shirt.

He’s talking about a mile a minute that you were starting to get concerned when you saw he wasn’t stopping for breath. When he does remember to breath, you were able to realise the breath that you didn’t know that you had been withholding yourself.

Probably has a multitude of pictures of you wearing his clothes and might’ve made one his lock/Home Screen or maybe both, so that when he was doing his spider-man stuff, he’d be reminded that you were waiting for you Pav to come back safe and sound.

He will shamelessly scream it from the rooftops that you were wearing his clothes and say loud enough for all those within the radius to hear. He’s not ashamed in the slightest and will brag about it until he can’t no more. His friends, Hobie, Miles, Gwen and Margo were often subjected to these bragging sessions more so then anyone else.

To the point where Hobie and Miles dog pile him in getting him to shut up about you wearing his clothes for a second. Yes they get it, it’s really cut that your wearing his clothes and how when you return them to him they smell like you’ve never left.

They get it, Pavitr is an absolute sucker for you in his shirts and whilst they found it cute themselves, pav didn’t need to get all dramatic with his long winded speech about how his clothes on you looked as though they were tailored to fit you like the did him, nor how he believes that was a sign for him that you two were meant to be together forever.

Overall Pavitr gets overwhelmingly affectionate when you wear his stuff to the point where your being smothered alive by his constrictive hugs and flurries of kisses raining down on your face. He loves, loves, loves seeing you in his clothes. It makes him happier then he’s ever been.

Hobie is the definition of ‘what’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours.’

So let’s say you find his vest with the pins spanning across the lapels and the spikes that traversed across the shoulders, draped over the door and decided to wear it for a while until Hobie notices it’s absence.

Jokes on you though because Hobie never left anything of his without it being purely intentional and Hobie left his vest over at yours with the intention that you’d pick it up and wear it out of your own fruition, rather then having him telling you to wear it.

Outwardly his reaction upon seeing you wearing his vest is relatively neutral but that’s only to those on the outside but you could see the smile etching it’s way across his face along with the mischievous, all knowing glint within his eyes that told you all that you had willingly fallen right into his trap, just as he expected.

You’ve been had but you couldn’t be mad because it meant that Hobie had this in mind for a while and played the waiting game to execute his little plan. He wanted to see you in his clothes that he was willing to leave his beloved vest in your hands.

Hobie isn’t territorial but just seeing you in his clothes makes him feel all sorts of things but he just chalks it down to being a spider attribute he got from the bite and nothing else.

All this cheeky fuck would say to seeing you in his vest is; ‘guess I was right, it suits you.’ Which might as well have been his way of telling you that you were more then welcome to steal his clothes but just don’t be surprised when you start seeing some of your own stuff disappearing now and then.

Can’t find your crop top?

Hobie’s wearing it the next time you see him.

Needless to say Hobie loves it when you wear his stuff, so he’s going to do the exact same but with your clothes because he loves the expressions he gets when you ultimately realises who had been stealing your clothes for the past few days.

Miguel may act cool, calm and collected with a smidge of feral his heart isn’t immune from melting at the sight of you wearing his clothing.

It doesn’t even matter how long you’ve been doing it as it always made this secret softy feel as though it was the first time all over again.

Miguel is so occupied with his work to unhealthy extent that he doesn’t realise your wearing one of his shirts, and even when he does; it takes him a minute due to the lack of sleep affecting his ability to comprehend his reality before he’s doing a double take upon realising that yes, that was his shirt your wearing.

It’s cute watching his eyes nearly pop out of his head upon realisation.

‘Is that my shirt?’ He’d ask, although already knowing the answer. He’s not against it, he’s just surprised that you’d even want to wear anything of his. He doesn’t think he’s deserving of such a gesture but it touches his heart nonetheless.

‘I missed you.’ You replied, tugging at the bottom of his shirt. ‘You’re so busy with work that I don’t often get alone time with you anymore. So whenever your away and I’m missing you, I go through your closet and pick a shirt out, and wear it for the rest of the day because it makes me feel as though your here with me.’ You finished with a shrug.

Miguel couldn’t help but feel his heart hurt upon your admittance of missing him. He knows how often he prioritises his work that he was completely blindsided by how it affect you, so much so to the extent that you sought out comfort from his clothes because he was nowhere to be found.

‘You look at home in my clothes.’ He tells you as he decided then and there to cut out some time of his day just for you and be there for you like a lover should be. ‘And I’m sorry that I haven’t been here as much as I should but I promise that’ll change.’ Miguel practically pleads to you as he holds you against his muscular chest, his hands rubbing your back, secretly loving how his shirt looked on you more so then anything.

Seeing you wear his clothes became Miguel’s favourite sight to see first thing in the morning and last thing at night. He takes pride out of it but the reasoning behind it will always make him upset at himself at his failings of being a partner.

It’s something he’s improved on ever since and you couldn’t help but get giddy when you felt him walk up behind you in the mornings, burying his head into your neck, greeting it with kisses, as his arms enclose on your waist, speaking to you in his low raspy morning voice about how beautiful/ handsome/cute/pretty/stunning you looked to the point where you wanted nothing then to bury yourself into his chest so he couldn’t see the dopey, lovesick smile beaming across your face.

Miguel isn’t immune to seeing you wearing his clothes and he never will be because it’s a declaration of love in its own unique way.

Peter B would find you wearing his clothes unbearably adorable.

He just wanted to squeeze you tightly but knew that probably wasn’t the smartest idea considering with his strength but that never stopped him from taking photos of you doing mundane things in his shirt or sweatpants that you had to tie up by the drawstrings.

Peter has taken too many pictures that he might as well have dedicated an entire album to you wearing his sweats, shirts or even his pink bathrobe and doing mundane things such as making breakfast, watching your favourite shows on tv, playing with Mayday and the like.

So don’t be surprised when he starts showing anyone that would listen over at the spider society pictures of his lover looking absolutely gorgeous/handsome/pretty/beautiful/adorable in his clothes 24/7. Miguel especially but Jess, Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, Hobie and Margo were also some that got pestered by Peter.

Peter B is also very vocal and would smother you praise of how good you look in his clothes because what he says is 100% genuine.

For example;

‘Look at you! You look amazing!’

‘You’re so cute in my clothes, please don’t stop wearing them.’

‘How could my lover look even better when they’re wearing my clothes. It shouldn’t be possible but here you are, proving me wrong.’

This corny bastard would teasingly call you a mini version of him since you want to wear his stuff so badly.

You’ve defiantly caught him admiring you from afar when you wear his clothes. His eyes are soft and half lidded as he rests his face against his hand, he wasn’t aware that he was leaning so much to the point that before long he was on the floor. It’s so cartoonish and goofy but it’s just so Peter that you can’t help but let out a little chuckle before going over to help your lover off of the floor.

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s-4pphics · 1 year ago

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make the bed. (e.w.)

“𝒜𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐼 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃.”

omggg my first writing challenge YIPPPEEEE shoutout to olivia rodrigo

ty to the post-pandemic prose and my babies @elliesbelle and @totheblood for pointers :D love yall down

wc;cw: 1.1K, just angst YAAAAY, internalized homophobia, ellies so sad :(, mentions of alcohol

“lf I liked girls,” you slurred, your lips brushing against the shell of Ellie’s ear, the pounding speakers synched with the squeezes in her chest, “I swear t’god… you’d be mine.”

Whenever you drunkenly murmur to her like this, Ellie wishes she didn’t hear you; She was shocked she could over the ruckus happening all around, rattling the bubble she created for the two of you. You always sounded so sure with your lies. They never fail to throw her into fight or flight mode. She tensed and her stomach churned in despair.

“Y’so perfect, Ellie. Love y’so… fuckin’ much. All mine.”

All she could do was nod and whirl you around with a pained smile before burying it into your clothed shoulder. You didn’t bat an eye; You were always the affectionate drunk.

But she wanted to scream. To cry and beg and ask — demand that you fall into her right where you stand. To love her the way she’s loved you since she showed you how to ride a bicycle in elementary school. She flinched at every delicate kiss you planted on her neck, her hands squeezing at your hips. She doesn’t know if she wants to push or pull you closer.

She knows. Her arms enclosed around your waist and you giggle into her skin.

This is exactly how you two should be. She’s envisioned it since middle school: completely infatuated and engulfed in each other, secluded off in your own little world filled with nothing but solace. Closeness. Affection and desire.

So why was she sick to her stomach at your scent? Lavender and sage no longer brought her the comfort that they used to in adolescence. She was being torn apart from the inside out, but she couldn’t scream.

She only listened, digested every drunk fallacy that you directed to her in secret. With no one watching. No one ever watched. No one could know. That was your only rule when she climbed through your window months prior. Please just keep it between us, you’d whispered before leaning in to kiss her.

At least Ellie could imagine that this was real as she held you tight: recreate the same image in her mind over and over. The two of you are together and happy to be in love with no selfishness or regrets in her mind. All she had to do was close her eyes, and you were all hers, just like you said. She’s so, so in love with you.

But you didn’t want her. You never did.

She’s instantly reminded of that day a few months ago. The memory feels like a ghost over her shoulder; Maybe that’s why she’s constantly peeking over it, picking at it with her nails.

The two of you often reserved study rooms during exam season for review, but you had other plans. You were exactly where you were supposed to be — room 213 — but you weren’t by yourself.

You — beautiful, as always — brought… friends. Friends that Ellie knew, that you knew, didn’t like her. She never actually talked to them, but she always felt… off. She was instantly riddled with anxiety, the books that she checked out ten minutes ago almost hitting the floor as her arms weakened. Sweat pebbled on her forehead as she stood and watched everyone stare at her.

Why did it look like they were all laughing? She couldn’t hear any chuckles, but there was laughter. Someone’s laughing at her. Do they know? You have to know, but do they know about the two of you? About how Ellie feels—

Ellie? you’d called.

… Mhm? she recalls almost fainting.

Your eyes were confused; You knew something was off, and it made her even more nervous.

Sit down, honey. Come meet everyone. You made sure to massage her knee under the table; It always soothed her.

The introductions were surprisingly smooth. Ellie never expected your friends to be so polite considering how rowdy they seemed outside of class. She was pleasantly surprised and put at ease. Until the end of your study session.

Everyone was packing their bags and cracking jokes. Ellie even got a couple laughs out of some of them during the quiet few hours.

Ellie wasn’t sure what came over her, but she eased closer to you, still gathering your books. She relaxed at your scent. When you turned to face her with that gentle smile, her mouth moved on autopilot.

I missed you so much. You never hit me back last night.

Maybe it was the way Ellie said it. She shouldn’t have looked into your eyes the way she did, whispered to you like that, said she missed you with so much devotion. But she did, and she wished she didn’t.

Your smile turned to worry instantaneously, and Ellie’s heart plummeted when your head whipped around the room to check if anyone heard before turning back to her. No one cared.

Ellie felt like she’d been stabbed. It happened so quickly; she probably would’ve missed it if she blinked. Her nails dug into the hardcover of her books, tears jerking in her eyes before she tossed a stiff see you guys later over her shoulder and rushed out the room. You tried to grab her arm, but she shoved you off. She had to fight her instincts so she wouldn’t turn around and apologize for being too rough.

She got back to her dorm and… trashed it while she cried. Disgust and anger flooded her system while she threw her clothes, her trinkets, the photo of you, Ellie, and her mother at your shared high school graduation across the room (she only sobbed harder when she noticed it cracked when it hit the floor). The emotions that rushed through her weren’t even for you, but for herself. Ellie’s own hope destroyed her, and she only has herself to blame.

She should’ve known at the time to never speak to you again, but she loved you. She loves you. Every fiber, every cell of her being lived to see you at your happiest; It’s tortuous how you expose the darkest parts that she wished to keep hidden until the end of time. She hasn’t felt like this since she was a teenager.

And yet, she still swayed you. Kept you close so she could breathe you in. This is the most you allow, at least: physical touch. She knew better than to allow you to mistreat her, but she couldn’t leave you. You both danced until your legs burned, and you fell into her bed the same night.

She forced herself to lay in the massacred mattress that she’d tried to keep made since she was a kid. The least you could do was fluff the pillow you slept on every night.

#ellie williams #ellie williams angst #ellie williams au #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x f!reader #ellie the last of us #ellie x reader #ellie williams tlou #lesbian #works 𖧧࣪#post-pandemic prose

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borathae · 2 months ago

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Red

"Jungkook knows that he can always use his safeword with you. Even during your most passionate of roleplays."

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: married life!AU, Comfort Fluff, slight Smut in the beginning

Warnings: sub!Jungkook, Mommy Dom!Reader, implied sexual situations, implied prisoner & cop roleplay, implied spanking & pain play, nudity, use of his safeword, the most comforting & loving aftercare for both <3

Wordcount: 1.7k

a/n: i can't find the ask rn, but someone once asked me if Koo ever had to use the safeword with her and how that went. so i decided to write it for you besties and it comes without a surprise that this is incredibly comforting and lovely 💗

Jungkook is a masochist. That much is sure to both him and you. He likes it when the ropes pinch a little. He likes it when the overstimulation burns so fiery. He likes it when the tug on his hair stings. And he likes it when the impact play leaves tender spots behind. Jungkook is a proud and very happy masochist. Pain is pleasurable to him, it gets him off.

But even for a proud and happy masochist such as himself, the pain can get too much. He is only human after all.

For tonight’s roleplay, you tied him to a metal pole with his back turned to you and his arms lifted above his head. He can rest against the metal post with his elbows if he wishes to do so. He is entirely naked and drenched in sweat by now, while you are still completely clothed. Tonight’s role play – like all your other role plays – was discussed into the smallest details beforehand. He is supposed to be your prisoner who refuses to give you crucial information and you are the morally corrupt detective who uses torture to get what she wants. It is so hot and sexy and so much fun. You interrogated him as he was tied to a chair and had a vibrator strapped to his cock, manhandled him a little as you shoved him from the interrogation room (your office on normal days) to the torture chamber (the playroom on normal days) and you used just the right impact toys in just the right order to really get him going. It was so much fun until suddenly it isn’t.

You strike his tender and very red buttocks with the wooden pedal. You didn’t change anything in the way you strike him. You use the same angle, the same speed, the same strength, but it still gets too much for him. The once pleasurable pain becomes incredibly real.

Jungkook tenses up and instantly yelps up, “ah! Red!”

“I’m stopping”, you exclaim and drop the pedal, “you’re safe. I’ll come closer and undo the bindings, okay?”

“Yes”, he gets out, nodding his head.

You caress his back slowly as you work with the other hand, studying his face worriedly.

“Are you okay? What happened?” you ask him.

Jungkook meets your eyes and drops his temple against the metal pole, showing you how truly ruined you got him.

“I’m sorry”, he says.

“If you are sorry about using your safeword, be quiet. I’m happy that you used it. Did it get too much?”

“Yes, too painful. I didn’t like it anymore.”

“I hear you. I’m sorry that I didn’t catch your signs.”

He shakes his head, “there were none. The pain suddenly felt too real.”

“I see.” You lean in and kiss his cheek. “Good job for stopping it. I’m sorry for actually hurting you. I never meant to hurt you in a way where it feels real. Can you forgive me?”

“It’s okay, Mommy. It’s not your fault. You did everything right, but my body just had enough. Thank you for being such a good Domme.”

You smile. He always knows exactly what to say to reassure you. There was never an instance when you felt like a bad Domme or like you had to be ashamed of what you did. He always reassures you and praises you just right.

“Thank you, Bunny. Thank you for being the best sub ever.”

He lets out a shy giggle. You smooch his cheek in reaction. The knot of the ropes finally opens. His weak arms instantly fall down, knocking a surprised groan out of him.

“Sorry, god sorry, I should have warned you. Are you okay?”

“Yes, but everything hurts. Mommy, I can’t stand for long. I feel dizzy.”

“Hold onto me. I’m here”, you gasp, instantly picking him up in your arms.

He drops his head onto your shoulder, limbs wrapped tightly around you. He loves being carried by you. He thinks that it is impressive how strong you are. It is also really hot to him, but he can’t think of that aspect right now. He feels too ruined for it, finding comfort in your arms as you carry him to the sofa.

The sofa in the playroom is soft and has very comfortable cushions to rest on. He sinks into them with a relieved sigh, having to sigh again when you kiss his forehead.

He is currently resting on his side, while you are kneeling next to the sofa. You are facing each other. Jungkook can barely keep his eyes open when you brush his messy hair out of his forehead. He smiles tiredly. You retort it, kissing his forehead again.

“Does it hurt lots?”

“I guess. It feels like a numb pulsing.”

“I see. I’m sorry, Bunnybaby. I’ll get you something for the pain, yeah?”

He nods his head.

“Do you need pain meds as well? Or just something to cool?”

“Just something to cool.”

“Alrighty, I’ll be back really soon.”

You stand up and wrap him up in a warm blanket so he wouldn’t get cold.

“And, Mommy?”

“Yes, Bunny?”

“Maybe something to drink too, please?”

“Of course, Bunny.”

Jungkook sinks into a mixture of wakefulness and sleep while he waits for you to return. He dreams but it feels as if he was just vividly imagining things. It is such a nice and comfortable state to be in.

He opens his tired eyes when he hears you come back. You are carrying a tray of snacks and whatever else you need to take care of him.

You kneel down next to the couch, greeting him with a tender kiss to his cheek.

“Hey, there.”

“Hey, Mommy”, he whispers, smiling sleepily.

You lift the glass of water closer to him, guiding the metal straw to his lips. You put it there so he wouldn’t have to move out of the position. Jungkook gladly sips from it, gazing at you. He finishes half of the water.

“Good boy. Here’s a little treat for you. Open up.”

Jungkook obeys happily. You put a piece of hard candy on his tongue.

“Mhhhm, my favourite”, he gasps in a pitched voice, letting it melt on his tongue.

“Everything for my Bunny”, you say and kiss his cheek. You wipe the hair from his temple. “Now. I’ll get behind you and wipe some cream on your butt. Is that okay?”

“Yes, ‘is okay.”

You climb on the sofa, nuzzling yourself into the cozy nook behind his legs. The couch is big enough to house both of you comfortably. It was very important to you and him when you purchased it that it has enough space for both of you. Aftercare for you and him is very touch-heavy. Cuddles, caresses and being physically close are what work best for the two of you. So it was important that your aftercare couch would accommodate these needs comfortably.

You lift the blanket off his butt, making sure to keep the rest of him covered. You inspect him. Almost the entire space of his buttocks is reddened. In the middle of each cheek, the first indicators of bruises have started to form. No wonder that it got too much for him. Looking at him, it would have taken you maybe three more strikes and you would have stopped it for him.

“Looking at you, I feel reassured I’m not an awful Domme. I think I would have given you like three spanks max before I’d have stopped it for you. So I still know the signs.”

“You’re not an awful Domme. You’re the best Domme ever. I feel so safe with you”, Jungkook whispers, dragging his words sleepily.

“Thank you, Bunny”, you say, giving his back a little kiss before you straighten up again. You pick up the tub of cream and put some of the cooling ointment on your fingers. You spread it on his raw buttocks carefully, going especially gently on his bruised spots.

“This feels so good”, Jungkook breathes, body growing slack in relaxation, “I’m so tired.”

“You can sleep if you need to.”

Jungkook hums. Afterwards, you and he fall into comfortable silence. You use it to massage his tender spots while he falls asleep. Or so you think until he breaks the silence in a soft voice.

“___?”

“Yes?”

“Do think that it’ll ever stop feeling so good?”

“What do you mean?”

“Aftercare. It feels so good with you. It’s like coming home. Do you think this will ever stop?”

“I don’t think it will. At least I hope it won’t. I try to make it nice.”

“It’s so nice.”

You smile fondly, gazing at the back of his head.

“I don’t think so either. It’ll always feel so good. I know it”, he says and sighs contently.

You look at him, feeling your heart race unbearably. You love this man so much. You have to be closer to him. It is impossible to exist otherwise.

You open the blanket to get under it behind him. You spoon him, wiggling your arms around him. Jungkook melts into you, holding your hand instantly.

“You know that I adore you, don’t you?” you whisper into his hair.

“I adore you too.” He kisses your knuckles. “And I loved today. Thank you for this. I’d like to do it again someday, just maybe with less spanks.”

You snicker. He does too.

“Mhm yeah, agreed. Less spanks, more edging.”

“Nooo. No edging”, he whines with a pout.

You chuckle, talking between kisses to his face and neck.

“Yeees, all the edging for you.”

“Mommy, this is so unfair”, he complains, shivering each time you kiss a new spot. This is so relaxing to him.

“I think it’s fair.”

Jungkook huffs out air and pouts. You laugh fondly, cradling his cheek so you can turn his head to you. He gazes, but pouts for dramatic effect. You decide to take matters into your own hands and kiss his cute pout away.

Jungkook gladly accepts it, heart racing like crazy in his chest. He turns in your hold, hooking his arms behind your head which naturally deepens the kiss.

Truly, being with each other feels like home. Even something as serious as using your safewords will always end in comfort and love. That’s what it means to be with your soulmate.

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femdomlieeh · 10 months ago

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Caramel (m)

Sub!Brat!Sunghoon (ENHYPEN) x Dom!GF!Reader

WC—4.5 ✧ k

WARNING—jealousy ✧ semi-public masturbation (car, m) ✧ spanking (m!r) ✧ face sitting (f) ✧ degrading ✧ praising ✧ piv ✧ riding ✧ nipple play (f!r) ✧ hair pulling (m!r) ✧ name-calling ✧ pet names (Love, Baby, Mommy) ✧ awkward encounter with Yeonjun from TXT

THEMES—smut ✧ established relationship ✧ fluffy ✧ jealousy ✧ good boy turned bad

NOW PLAYING —I Wanna Be Yours ✧ Arctic Monkeys

A/N. I got some sweet messages of encouragement from readers on both wattpad and tumblr after my last update: thank you! Your words and support motivated me to post this sooner<3

M.LISTS—enhypen ✧ latest updates ✧ read on wp

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The mall was packed with people. After Valentines some stores had crazy sales on winter collections since the last major winter holiday was over and the desperation to empty the racks full of winter clothes before it was too late was at its highest point. So, you and your valentine Sunghoon decided to go to the mall. Although you knew the winter leftovers weren't always the prettiest and that you likely wouldn't end up purchasing anything, you thought it would be fun to try on some clothes and just walk and talk since you hadn't spent much time together since Valentine's Day. Also, who knows, you might actually find something nice!

"Baby, you're so sweet," you whispered into Sunghoon's ear, kissing his temple after he greeted you with two hot lattes, one matcha and one caramel — he always picked those two drinks partly for the taste, caffeine and warmth but also so when the two of you were halfway finished you could switch cups.

"Everything for you, Love," he gave you the matcha latte, blushing at your little affection since you were in a very public setting. The only type of physical touch he felt comfortable initiating in front of others was holding your hand or a quick hug, otherwise it was you giving him pecks on his cheek, sitting on his lap or petting his head, which he loved no matter how embarrassed he felt in the moment — your attention and affection is precious to him.

"Thank you," you took a sip of the matcha, content worth the content and also because the cup was warming up your cold hands, but you grabbed his hand anyway, preferring that source of warmth.

He knew his ears were probably red now. He loved it when your cold hand stole the warmth from his.

You swung your hands a little as you walked to your favorite boutique, hoping to find something nice on sale or just walk around and look at different clothes together. But before you entered you were surprised to hear your name. Immediately you recognised the voice but Sunghoon was caught off guard. A foreign voice. A happy voice. A man's voice. The two of you turned around and spotted a man who looked like he belonged in a Kdrama. Sunghoon wished he hadn't been distracted by your touch as you led him to the boutique and that he instead dragged you two to a hot pot restaurant on the opposite side of the mall so you wouldn't have run into this perfect man but it was too late.

The demon with a picture perfect smile walked up with open arms to you two. Or to you and not Sunghoon to be specific. The handsome man hugged you in front of Sunghoon. His ears didn't turn pink like Sunghoon's would when he gave you a two second hug in public. And omg you hugged this man back!

He pulled the rude, good-looking male stranger by his coat, gently separating the two of you.

"Who are you, again?" Sunghoon asked, very confused as to why a male he doesn't know would feel comfortable hugging his girlfriend right in front of his face.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I got a little carried away when I saw her," the guy said with a grin, which made Sunghoon clench the fist that was once in your hand.

"My name's Yeonjun. ____ and I have known each other for more than six years now, right?" He said, looking at you, not Sunghoon.

"Yeah, I think it's been five, six years already. Time goes by so fast!"

Sunghoon gulped. He hadn't even known you for half that time.

"And we haven't seen each other in so long!" the so-called Yeonjun went to your side, entering the boutique together. Sunghoon felt his mouth go dry at how Yeonjun referred to the two of you as "we" and walked side by side with you so naturally. This fucking doucheb—

"Yeonjun, this is my boyfriend, Sunghoon," you made sure to introduce them to each other since Yeonjun got too excited and talked too much too fast and forgot to ask for your boyfriend's name (which was very much his character).

"Nice to meet you, Sunghoon," Yeonjun held his hand in front of you to shake Sunghoon's hand.

But your otherwise sweet, polite boyfriend pretended like he didn't see the waiting hand, "Likewise," holding your hand instead.

This was supposed to be his day with you, not handsome Yeonjun's day with you. You were supposed to walk slowly, look around for nothing in particular, arms hooked together (your doing), sipping your lattes until they were half empty so you could switch cups!

The thing is, the two of you were right by the entrance to this boutique heading inside when Yeonjun came so its not like you could pretend you were going to another store to get out of this situation or you would seem rude for blowing him off for no reason, especially since he's been your friend of six years. Or have you two been a thing? Was Yeonjun your friend as in you were in the same class at uni or your friend as in ex who you ended on extremely good terms with or — even worse — was he a "right person, wrong time" type of "friend"? No. He's overthinking it. Surely, you would've told him about all your exes already and Yeonjun's name had never been mentioned. Besides you were a smart person, you wouldn't get into a relationship with Sunghoon if you had feelings for or unfinished business with Yeonjun or anyone else.

But the hug. The way Yeonjun showed you physical touch so easily, no sign of insecurity or blushing. Your comfortable body language, as if you've hugged Yeonjun hundreds of times before.

"Do you remember this?" Yeonjun said, holding up a small pink purse.

"Yes, I do remember," you laughed at the memory.

"What?" Sunghoon looked so lost. You two had inside jokes together!

"After you won a bet, I told you I'd buy you a pink purse one day."

"Yeah. We were stressed kids back," you smiled at the reminiscence. You had gotten a higher score on a test so Yeonjun had promised to buy you whatever you wanted and the first thing you could think of at that time was a pink purse. Since he lost the bet during high school, you didn't expect him to buy it since he didn't have a lot of money and also because it was better to save whatever money he had. But high school was long gone and you hadn't thought of the purse since but Yeonjun remembered.

"Now I have the money to do so..." he continued.

"I already got that same exact purse for her," Sunghoon interrupted before Yeonjun went too far, noticing that was the only pink purse in this section so Yeonjun wouldn't be so rude as to suggest buying another pink purse with another design. Of course, Sunghoon didn't want a handsome man to buy his girlfriend a purse that would remind her of him each time she looked at it — unless that handsome man was Sunghoon, of course.

You looked at Sunghoon after he told the lie, but didn't say anything because he'd also do the same for you if he knew you told a lie to or kept a secret from someone.

"Really? You got her a 30€ purse?"

Now that was rude.

"Well, I really wanted this purse, so the price doesn't really matter," you said, embarrassed your friend would say that to your boyfriend.

"Of course! Of course! If you wanted the purse," Yeonjun tried to save the situation, realizing what he sounded like. He sent a friendly smile at the two of you and started looking through a rail of T-shirts.

After a few minutes of trying to find something that was cute on the sale rack, you called your friend over. "This one would look really good on you, Junnie," you held up a white dress shirt in silk that you found on 30% sale.

"You think so?"

"Yeah, I think you pull off this kind of aesthetic well."

Hm, how do I get her to only look at me? How do I get her to only look at me? How do I get her to only look at-

Sunghoon walked up to the two of you, "Do you wanna switch cups, Love? I know you love caramel latte and it will get cold soon," he held the cup in front of your lips so you could taste it. He was right, you do love caramel latte and it tastes so much better warm. You smiled at him. The way he showed affection without having to touch, but just remembering any little fact about you and being caring always made your heart melt. You lifted the matcha latte cup to his lips, making him taste too and he did, but not without blushing. For a moment he forgot you were in public and he just wanted to lay down, tangle your legs and arms together and with the hot drinks getting cold on the table as a rom-com played in the background forgotten as you just looked at each other and talked and kissed—

"Guys, do you have anything to try on?" Yeonjun interrupted your little moment.

Then you switched cups before you looked over at Yeonjun. "I can't find anything I like for now—"

"Then you can come and rate this shirt on me. See if you were right that I would look good in it?"

Oh no. Sunghoon did not like this. He had to do something fast.

"Look, Love! You would pull off this dress so well," he half-yelled to get your attention and held up the first thing he in arms reach, blushing at both the dress and at the double entendre.

Your gaze turned to your boyfriend but your eyes visibly went from curious to a bit mad. It was a tight, red dress with a deep cleavage — and it was inappropriate for Sunghoon to suggest trying on or buying this kind of clothes in front of someone else, especially a friend you hadn't seen in a long time. But the fact that it had a lace bra under it, making it look like lingerie, was humiliating. You turned red. Not from blushing, but from fuming. It was very odd of your boyfriend to do that; the guy who blushed when you kissed his cheek at a restaurant when you were sitting alone held up this sexy dress and suggested you try on or buy it in front of Yeonjun.

Yeonjun turned away, awkward, "I'm just gonna go...try this on."

"What was that?" You questioned sternly.

"What was what?" Sunghoon gulped, still holding the dress.

You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, "Are you trying to get punished?"

He remained quiet, tall but so small in your presence.

"Cat got your tongue? Hm? Talk, you didn't have a problem being loud just a minute ago," you whispered so others — especially Yeonjun — wouldn't hear you.

The sound of a door creaking was heard, which made you retreat your hand immediately and turn around.

"How does it look?" Yeonjun asked and scratched his neck as he showed off the white dress shirt you suggested.

"My eye was right. You should buy it," you gave him a thumbs up. Sunghoon did not like this.

"Thank y-"

"I wanna try it on too," Sunghoon interrupted him.

"Oh, sure, I can give it to you in a minute."

"Actually, I think I need a bigger size because of my shoulders so I'll just grab a fresh one." It was Sunghoon's turn to be rude.

He felt a minor adrenaline rush — if that even existed — as he power walked to the part of the clothing zoo where he remembered you had told Yeonjun to try on a shirt you found. At this point would do anything to keep your eyes on him instead of that guy. He hurried into the changing room, changing in just a minute and opened the door.

Your eyes were definitely on him. He had styled the shirt a bit differently than Yeonjun, choosing to keep the first four buttons undone, way sexier than the usual one or two undone buttons. The pure white silk complemented his skin, making him ironically look like an angel.

"You look really, really good, Baby."

It was a modest compliment, since you had company, but Sunghoon already knew what you were thinking as you eyed him up and down.

"It looked better on me though," Yeonjun said in a jokingly manner.

"No, I look better in it," Sunghoon said, "Right, Mommy?"

It slipped out. He didn't mean to say that. In fact, he's never called you that before.

Yeonjun gulped and stood up to go, "I'm gonna go pay for this real quick."

"You're gonna regret that," you said with a voice that was too calm.

"What you gonna do about it, Mommy?" Might as well go along with this brat thing.

"Guys, something came up so I gotta go. I just wanted to say bye!" Yeonjun appeared with a bag and an awkward smile.

"Bye," you said, hugging him farewell.

some minutes later.

After throwing the almost empty caramel latte in the trash, you slammed the door of the car (not hard, but a little louder than normal). Sunghoon had embarrassed you in front of an old friend, your angel acting like a brat. And he was just glad he had your attention.

"Love~"

You started the engine and took off, completely ignoring his cute calling.

"Mommy," he leaned over to your side, putting his face in your boobs.

"Brat," you pressed your hand harshly on his dick. He was hard. "You really got hard from acting like a desperate slut in public?"

"Mhm. More, Mommy," he whimpered in your ear.

"Slut," you pushed his face away with the hand that was giving him pleasure just now, placing his head gently onto the neck rest (still worried for him even when you were mad).

He smirked, ears red at the contrast of your words and pushing and then kindness. He needed more. So much more. Any little attention you had given to Yeonjun today, he needed that attention tripled. He would've acted like a brat much sooner today if he knew you would've taken him home to punish him.

With his eyes on you he undid his pants. He wanted to push the limit. You looked away from the road for a split second to catch a glimpse of what your boyfriend was up to, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Being a needy whore," he replied and slid his hand inside the pants.

"Touching yourself without my permission two minutes away from home? You're begging to be punished like the bitch you are," you chuckled and sped up.

"Yes, Mommy," he moaned both as an answer to your statement and because of the pleasure his hand was giving. Apparently he loved calling you that.

"Well, you're gonna get it soon, slut," you replied as you were parking.

At that, he went even faster with his hand to get on your nerves even more. And then you were parked. He went for the door in a second, excited for what was about to happen. You got out too and unlocked the door to your place. A slam was heard after you got in. Shoes were taken off and thrown to the side. Sunghoon took your jacket off for you. "Did I say you could touch me?"

Pink spread across his cheeks as he responded with a no, shy all of a sudden. You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt just like at the mall and dragged him to your bedroom. He almost couldn't keep up with your steps. Inside the bedroom you pushed him to the wall, a moan slipping out. You tugged his hair and pulled his head back harshly. "Pants off. Now."

They were on the floor in seconds. "No underwear? You took them off when you were trying on your shirt? Slut," you smirked and sat down on the foot of the bed in front of him.

"You know your place." He got over her lap, flashing his ass for her to admire. He had been doing weighted Romanian split squats at the gym lately. This position on your lap was one he had been in before. But never for acting out in public or calling you something inappropriate in front of a friend.

Your warm hand started rubbing his skin smoothly to prepare for punishment and joy. "Do you remember your safeword?"

"Pear."

"Do you remember my safeword?"

"Pineapple."

"Good. Count, if you don't we'll start over again. Understood, slut?"

"Yes, Mommy," he said with anticipation clear in his tone. He finally had all your attention on him — and your hands on him as well. This is exactly how he wanted the day to go: spend quality time together.

"How many do you deserve?" You asked to test him.

"Uhm... Ten?" He asked, playing dumb.

"Fifteen it is. Twenty if you misbehave," you said and gave him a harsh spank.

"One," he whimpered out, surprised.

The next one was harder.

"Two," he said under his breath.

"Can't hear you, princess," you slapped his ass cheek rougher.

"Three," he yelled out.

He kept his ground, but you wanted to wreck him for how he acted today — if he wanted to be hurt or just go he should've told you and not been a slut — so you hit harder, if possible.

"F-Four," he stuttered in defeat.

You smirked and brought your left hand to his hair, pulling it.

Your right hand blew him with the same strength as before.

"F-Five," he moaned from the beautiful pain.

Spank!

"Fuck! Six!" He cursed.

"Watch your language," you warned and raised your hand up higher and when it came in contact with his skin it made the loudest hitsound.

"S-Seven. So-So-"

Spank!

"-Sorry! Eight," he exclaimed in a moan so high pitched he was embarrassed.

Spank!

"Ah, nine," he moaned loud enough for the neighbours to be awkward around you next time you see them.

Spank!

"Ten. Mommy, please," he cried out of desperation, not sure if he wanted a break or more.

You were only halfway there, yet his dick already had pre-cum leaking out on your jeans.

"Please what?" You asked and delivered a harder one, knowing exactly what he needed.

"E-Eleven. Mommy, touch me, please," he begged pathetically, knowing you would deny him.

The spank got harder at that.

"Twe-elve," he whined like the bitch he was.

You pulled his head back and looked him in the eyes, "Be a good slut and you might get rewarded"

"Thank you, Mommy."

You let his head go back to rest on the bed (gently just like you'd done in the car) and then spanked him harder to see how much he could take.

"Thirteen," he called out.

His ass cheeks were as pink as his cheeks when you greeted him with a kiss to his temple at the mall.

Spank!

"Fo-Fourteen. Mommy!"

His dick stung at this point. He needed you to touch him so damn much.

Spank!

"F-Fifteen," he moaned, crushed.

He closed his eyes harder, waiting for the next spank.

To his surprise, you just touched his ass softly, grabbing here and there, "You were a good slut for me."

"Thank you, Mommy," his ears got pink at how gentle you were being, petting his hair, combing your fingers through it.

"As a reward you get my cum and if you're good enough you'll get to cum too," you whispered as you nibbled on my ear.

"Thank you, Mommy."

You pulled him off your lap, standing up and giving a peck to his forehead before softly pushing him back on the bed. You let your jeans fall down to the floor to be long forgotten. Sunghoon licked his lips at the sight of you in black panties. They were see-through! He was so distracted and suddenly the panties were gone and you were sitting on his waist.

"Please, Mommy, sit on me," he pleaded with a made-up sweet voice, wanting to be on your good side so you wouldn't tease him.

"How much do you want it?" You moved some hair away from his eyes, resting your hand on his jaw.

"So much. Please, please, sit on my face. I want to be good for you now, please," he made sure to look you in the eye with a small pout.

"I know you got jealous and acted like a slut because you wanted my attention, but you know I like good boys more, right?" You mock pouted at him.

He nodded fast, "I know. I'm so sorry, Mommy. Let me prove I'm your good boy. Please?"

"Since you begged so cutely...prove it to me," you said before you moved up until your pussy was above his face.

He eagerly stuck out my tongue and put in the tip between you folds to tease you a little and to prepare for what was coming.

"You think you're gonna make me cum this way, bitch?"

His tongue slipped in further and faster to taste your delicious juices. You arched your back slightly at the stimulation, he smiled against you and started nudging his nose gently against your clit. Your hands found their place behind you, on his stomach. You weren't satisfied with the feeling of fabric, so grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it up so you could touch the skin and small curves of his abs. Sunghoon definitely had more muscles than that guy. His hands went to your butt and, before you protested, they pushed you further down on his face and so his tongue went even deeper.

"Desperate for Mommy's cum?" You asked and grasped a handful amount of his wet hair.

He hummed against your pussy, sending vibrations; he was determined to make you cum so good you'd let him cum too. You yanked his hair slightly and he arched his back a little. To show his appreciation he kissed on your clit. Whimpers started spilling from your mouth and excitement and pride started filling him. Both his face and cock were glistening with pleasure and neediness.

"I'm gonna cum."

He nodded and dove in deeper and licked you like he had been thirsty for you his whole life. You pressed herself lower on him, moaning. He held your thighs as they were beginning to shake. His lips sucked on your clit as if it were your nipple and you finally blessed him with your tasty cum. He licked and slurped till there was nothing left to swallow.

"What do you say now?" You asked as you sat back on his chest, catching your breath.

"You're delicious- I mean, thank you, Mommy."

You chuckled and continued with a question, "Who deserves rewards?"

"Good boys," he replied happily.

"Are you a good boy?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Yes, you are. Take this off," you said and tugged his shirt, "That shirt from today looked better on you anyway."

He took it off as soon as you told him to. His dick was still standing proud, red from the pleasure and resistance.

"Please, Mommy, sit."

"You think I'm going to let your slutty dick inside me just like that? Go get a condom now."

He hurried to his bag, stark naked in the sunlight from the window. But he didn't care, he just wanted to be inside Mommy. When he got back you had already gotten nude — and that was enough for him to open the condom, put it on and throwing himself on the bed in seconds.

"Don't get too comfortable, sit up," you ordered him as you crawled onto the bed.

He obeyed and rested against the headboard, attention on you. You continued crawling until you sat on his lap.

"Your thighs are so thick and sexy."

"Thank you," he blushed because he'd been going to the gym consistently and your validation made him proud.

"Feels like a sin to make them tremble, but oh well."

You lowered yourself on him until long moans littered the air, both of you sensitive; you from a little overstimulation right after cumming and him from ignoring his pink dick for so long. Without preparation or warning, you bounced up and down on him. He wondered where you get the stamina to do bounce on his dick so well.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he cried out.

He saw your boobs bouncing too and just had to start sucking on one of them, hand palming the other one. You gasped. He was very good with his mouth. Your hips moved faster and Sunghoon couldn't keep his moans inside as he switched his mouth to the other boob. He felt like a pervert but he really really loved how your boobs moved up and down when they weren't in his mouth. You tightened your fingers into his hair and made it harder for him to concentrate and suck. He looked up into your eyes through his long eyelashes and started licking your nipple before putting it between my lips.

"My slut."

He let go of your nipple, "No. I'm your good boy, please," and went back to sucking on it.

"Really?"

"Yes, yes, I am. Please, Mommy." Kiss after kiss was placed on your boobs as an apology for being a shameless horndog back at the mall.

"Such a good boy."

"Mhm," he mumbled not letting go of your nipple, sucking harder, needing you to praise him more.

Your thighs were trembling, an orgasm coming soon. Sunghoon was close too, but he needed your permission first. "Mommy. Mommy. I-" A moan disrupted his sentence. "Ngh, Mommy. I-I'm gonna cum."

You yanked his head back at that and put your lips on his neck, "Cum for me, my good boy."

He filled the condom with his cum.

"Th-Th-Thank you, Mommy."

Your hips rode out his orgasm and he moaned like a slut the whole time. "Mommy, hurts."

"Good." You continued overstimulating him, chasing your second orgasm. He bit his lip, trying not to moan too loudly. Then you came too with a small bite to his neck.

You laid on top of him, just hugging, breathing each other in and pecking at each other's faces and shoulders.

"Want me to run us a bath, Baby?"

His answer was a small pout — your weakness — and a soft nod.

You got up and held his hand, leading him to the bathroom where you threw away the condom in the trash and swayed slowly back and forth as you hugged, waiting for the bathtub to fill with warm water.

"Oh! Almost forgot something," you were confused when Sunghoon let go of the hug.

You smiled as soon as you saw him come back with a lighter and caramel scented candle.

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"I wanna be your vacuum cleaner

Breathing in your dust

I wanna be your Ford Cortina

I will never rust

If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

You call the shots, babe

I just wanna be yours"

—alex turner

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thir10th · 2 months ago

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Matching - October writing challenge day 7

summary: Emily got you a surprise. Well, for the both of you tw: tooth rotting fluff, no smut a/n: this is too sweet you might get sick from just reading it. As always if you want me to keep writing, your reviews are greatly appreciated

The movie sucks, to be honest. You just weren't in the mood for going out to the movie theater, and you were tired, and just, overall, felt like snuggling next to Emily on her couch with Sergio resting on your lap felt like too good of a plan.

So yeah, the movie sucks, but the company can't be matched, and as you rest your head against her shoulder, and the smell of her shampoo is just so sweet, and her arm around you feels just so comfortable, and the way her fingers play with strands of your hair like you're the most delicate thing, you think there might not be a better place in the world.

You snuggle in closer, letting out a content sigh. “I really love nights like this..." you say, almost just wondering to yourself.

"Stay, then" she says casually.

You look up at her, your brows furrowing "Yeah i wish, it's been several nights in a row, and i need clothes Em, I can't keep borrowing yours"

"ok, first of all, that is the stupidest thing I've ever heard you say" she says, and it makes you laugh, she smiles. "And, second of all..." You lean on your arm, sitting up at her hesitation.

There’s a brief moment where she hesitates, like she’s thinking carefully about how to say the next part. She leans in a little closer, her voice softer. “I, uh... I actually got something for you.”

You’re intrigued now, tilting your head as you meet her eyes. “Got something for me? What do you mean?”

"You have to promise not to laugh, ok? it's not a big deal" she says, and now she's starting to scare you.

A little smile tugs at the corners of her mouth, but she looks a bit nervous too. She glances away for a second, before reaching over the side of the couch and pulling out a neatly folded set of clothes. Her voice is casual, but there’s a hint of shyness. “I noticed last time you mentioned wanting more clothes here... so, I got these for you- for us, really, the green one's for me"

You blink in surprise, reaching out to take them from her. As you unfold them, your eyes widen as you notice the matching pattern. Your heart skips a beat, and you can’t help but grin. “Emily... these are matching pajamas?”

You can't hide your excitement, it's one of the sweetest things she has done for you, it's so not Emily that you're so impressed, you would've never expected it.

She clears her throat, trying to stay casual but there’s a slight blush creeping up her neck. “Yeah, well, I thought... it’d be practical. You know, you can still borrow my stuff whenever you want of course, but just so you can have something of yours too.”

She gives a little shrug, as if trying to brush it off. “It’s not a big deal.”

Beaming now, you carefully place the pajamas on the couch beside you and turn fully toward her. Your grin is unstoppable. “Are you kidding me? This is the cutest thing ever! You bought us matching pajamas? Emily!” Your voice is full of excitement, and you can barely contain your happiness.

Her smile softens, but she’s still trying to downplay it, though you can tell she’s pleased by your reaction. “I didn’t think it was that big of a deal... Just thought you’d be more comfortable having something here.” She reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, her touch gentle. “But I’m glad you like them.”

"Ugh!- Emily! You bought a set for yourself too! It is a big deal for me!"

Practically glowing with affection, you move closer to her on the couch, crawling into her lap, straddling her legs. “I don’t just like them, I love them.” You plant a soft kiss on her cheek, then another on the tip of her nose, before pressing a longer kiss on her lips. “You’re so thoughtful... you have no idea how much this means to me.”

She chuckles softly, her hands resting on your hips as you kiss her. She’s clearly enjoying your reaction, though she’s still a little flustered. “You’re acting like I just bought you a car or something. They’re just pajamas.”

You shake your head with a grin, wrapping your arms around her neck, resting your forehead against hers. “No, they’re not just pajamas. They’re matching pajamas. That you bought for us.” You kiss her again, this time lingering a bit longer, savoring the warmth of her lips.

Emily laughs softly against your lips, she pulls you a little closer, her hands sliding up your back. “You really are easy to impress, huh?”

Giggling, you pull back just enough to look into her eyes. “I am when it comes to you.” You place another kiss on her lips, then her jawline, trailing soft kisses down her neck. “You’ve officially spoiled me. I’m going to be so clingy now.”

Her voice is lower now. “Clingy? I can handle clingy.” She tightens her arms around you, holding you close as you continue to pepper kisses along her neck.

Murmuring against her skin, you shift slightly in her lap, wrapping your arms tighter around her. “I’m never going to stop wearing these pajamas when I’m here. You know that, right? Prepare to be matching with me forever.”

She Chuckles softly, she kisses the top of your head, resting her chin there. “I think I can live with that.” Her voice is warm, and you can feel the smile against your hair. "Hey, but this doesn't mean I don't want you to wear my clothes huh?" she adds, more seriously now.

You pull back to meet her eyes "Oh, believe me that's still gonna happen" Emily gives you a consenting nod, you can’t stop grinning as you playfully nuzzle your nose against hers. “You’re too good to me, you know that?”

Emily looks at you, a soft grin tugging at her lips. “You’re acting like I got you something extravagant.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “No, it’s just—this is really sweet. Matching pajamas, Emily? That’s unexpected, in the best way.”

She shrugs, trying to keep it casual, but you can tell she’s pleased. “Well, I didn’t want you complaining about not having clothes here anymore. And maybe I like the idea of us matching.”

You smile wider, leaning in to give her a quick kiss. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

Emily rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling. “Don’t get used to it.”

“Oh, I’m definitely getting used to it,” you tease, shifting in her lap. You wrap your arms around her neck, burying your face against her shoulder for a moment before brushing your nose along her jawline, leaving soft kisses on her skin.

Emily lets out a quiet chuckle, her hands gently settling on your hips as you snuggle closer. “You’re making a big deal out of pajamas.”

You shrug playfully, still nuzzling into her. “I just think it’s really cute.” You plant another kiss just below her ear. “And thoughtful.”

She leans into your affection, her grip tightening slightly on your waist. “Well, don’t expect this all the time.”

You pull back just enough to look at her, your lips barely brushing hers. “Too late.” You kiss her once more, lingering this time, before relaxing against her, enjoying the warmth of her embrace as you settle into her lap, arms still wrapped tightly around her.

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deanwinchestersbabygirll · 1 month ago

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Wishful thinking part 2

warnings// fluff, IMPLIED SMUT, little tiny bit of angst (not much) HAPPY ENDING DON’T WORRY

lol summary// heavily requested part 2 to wishful thinking

Dean x reader

word count// 6520

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The days didn't get any easier for Sam since you guys talked. You went back to being oblivious of his feelings, back to being loved up with his brother. Sam swallowed the hurt in his chest and tried to move on, he started having more one night stands, spent less time with either of you alone.... Especially you.

It was a long day of looking for the witch but still you guys couldn't find anything on her. you were drained, Your head was in so much pain you felt like you were gonna explode, Dean took notice right away wrapping his arm around your shoulders pulling you into his side, you let your head roll against his hard chest as he checked in for a room "no one room, two beds please" the women nodded with a smile "actually dean I'm gonna get my own room again, so just two separate rooms with one bed please" Sam confirmed to the receptionist

"Alright Sammy" dean said clapping his back thinking he wanted his own room for another night in the sheets with a pretty lady. Sam rolled his eyes "whatever, I just want my own room" Sam mumbled making Dean laugh "alright ya big baby relax, get your room and... relax" dean dragged out the last word in exaggeration to tease his brother

Sam just huffed out a forced laugh before grabbing room key from the desk and taking off to his room. Dean chuckled as he lead you both to your own room "alright let's get in here and get you into something a little more comfortable" dean said making you chuckle, to anyone else that would sound like an innuendo, but you knew what dean meant, he wanted to get you in your pyjamas so you could sleep away your headache "yeah I feel like I could sleep for a week after today" you whined dragging your body to the bed, kicking your clothes off as you stumbled through the room

Dean laughed tossing you your sleep shorts and his black t shirt (you stole for your sleep shirt many moons ago), he kicked off his own clothes par his shirt and boxers getting in next to you tugging you towards him so your back was right against his front, his arms holding you in place, Dean pressed a small kiss on your cheek before turning the lamp off "night sweetheart" he whispered through your soft snores.

You groaned as a bright light burned your eyes disturbing your sleep, you rolled to your side hiding your face in deans chest making him chuckle "stop moving" your voice muffled again this chest "sorry sweetheart, but we gotta get up. Sam's already texted me... he's got a lead on the witch" you head snapped up right away "why didn't you wake me up let's go bank this bitch!" You exclaimed jumping out of bed and getting dressed right away in jeans and a white shirt

"Dean c'mon let's go" you said pulling on your black boots. Dean watched in awe with a smile on his lips "alright sweetheart I'm getting up" he said when you tossed him his clothes. "Alright let's get going" you said headed towards the door, "oh not just yet sweetheart, c'mere" dan gestured for you to come to him his arms open wide.smiling you took the two short steps towards him, he quickly grabbed your hips pulling you close to him before capturing lips in a sweet kiss, you kissed him back right away, parting your lips against his own to let his tongue in, you stayed in this position for a few minutes before dean pulled away "had to get my good luck kiss" he joked leaving your lips with one last peck before grabbing your hand and leading you out to the impala where Sam was already waiting impatiently

"Alright Sammy whatcha got for me, I'm itching for this one" you said rubbing your hands together menacingly making the younger man smile, he loves how cute you looked when you do that "okay so get this. Maura Jennings is a local. Most people describe her as closed off, rude and aggressive. And every time there's a crime committed, guess who's lurking at the crime scene?" Sam filled you both in while getting into baby, taking off to the suspects house.

"Alrighty, how we going to play this?" You asked the brothers "I'm thinking you and Sammy play FBI, distract her and I sneak in through the back door and find out what she's hiding" dean said handing you your fake badge "oh come on I never do the sneaking around" you whined making him smirk "she'll feel more comfortable talking with a women present, unless she's blind and confuses Sammy as a 6'4 women with a Bob she's less likely to talk long enough for me to snoop" dean said with a laugh at the end "yeah real funny dean, let's just go" Sam mumbled storming off to the house across the street with you following close behind

"Hey Sam, slow down!" You called after him. Sam turned abruptly at the sound of your angelic voice "sorry just not in the mood for... well Dean today" he confessed with a shrug of his shoulders "ah I know he can take the hair jokes a little far sweetie, but he's just trying to make you laugh... one corny joke at a time" you joked nudging his side. Sam let out a hearty laugh making you smile up at him

"Alright you ready?" Sam asked staring down at you "yeah let's do this" you told him knocking on the door. You waited for a few minutes, no sign of the witch answering "maybe she's out getting ingredi-" Sam was cut off by the front door opening slightly , revealing a disheveled liking women with dark black hair, a disgruntled look on her face wearing a long red robe "what do you want?" She demanded keeping the doors chain locked "hello ma'am I'm agent Maximoff and this is agent Rogers, we're here to talk to you about the recent death of Alice jones, a few key witnesses have mentioned you were one of the last people to see her" "I know nothing about that bitches death! I didn't see her. I don't know where your getting your information but it's wrong I'm not a killer-"

Sam was placing his arm in front of you as the women snarled at you wanting to guard you from any attack she had planned "ma'am we're not here to accuse you of anything, we're only here to ask you a few questions in relation to our case" Sam assured her, his heart besting a mile a minute ready for her to have poked any holes in his lie. The women stayed silent as she slammed her door. You looking at Sam confused maybe she wasn't willing to talk at all. You moved to leave her porch when the sound of the door u locking caught your attention "are you coming inside or not" the women scoffed, you shrugged your shoulders at Sam before following her inside to the dark hallway. You just hoped Dean got inside okay.

"You have a very... lovely home Mrs Jennings" she chuckled darkly "it's Ms Jennings actually, Mr Jennings liked the little blonde slams down the road too much" she said before taking a pause "anyway... they got there karma" she's told you and Sam with a laugh "alright, Ms Jennings. What can you tell us about Mr greenway? He was involved in a very serious accident in the grocery store on Wednesday morning, did you see anything that could come across as suspicious?" Sam asked her as he took a seat next to you.

"Oh greenway was a bastard, he had Geraldine- a dear friend of mines heart broken. Did you know he slept with six of his college students, nasty little whores. He got what he deserved" she told you, her lips twisted up in a dark smirk "well that sounds awfully targeted don't you think Ms Jennings?" You questioned, the witch snapped her head in your direction her eyes filled with fury, "how dare you accuse me of such a thing? I think it's time you both leave now!" She ushered you both up and pushed you toward the door.

You felt a hand reach into your pocket, you stoped in your tracks, the witch let out a shriek when she crashed into your back. You reached into your pocket, pulling out a brown little bag "ah hex bag, bad idea" you smirked unwrapping the bag letting all the ingredients fall to the ground "hunters!" She snarled before taking off

"Crap!" Sam said, both of you pulled out your guns heading down to follow her "you go left I'll take right" you whispered to him, Sam nodded taking off after the witch. 'Dean better be hiding' you thought to yourself worried the witch will find him "goddamn it!" You said quietly to yourself when you found a dead end with a closet "Y/N" a familiar voice whispered, you whipped your head towards the closet door sighing in relief "thank god, come on we gotta go find Sam. He's with the witch" dean cursed grabbing your hand before taking off in a run towards the direction Sam went.

Dean and you ran into see the with stood before sam who was spelled to the wall "You think you can come here, inside my home and try and kill me! Who do you think your messing with, boy!" The witch yelled before blowing a purple mist in his face and chanting ' Praecipio tibi ut verum dicas per tres dies proximos'

"Sam!" You yelled rushing toward him, Dean taking the witch on himself "I have plenty left where that came from." The witch told him trying to hide behind the table from him "yeah, but your not gonna last longer than 3..2..1" dean counted down before pulling the trigger hitting her between the eyes "and he scores" dean chuckled before rushing over to you and Sam

"He won't wake up Dean.." you told him panicked brushing the hair away from Sam's eyes as you laid his head in your lap "let me see" Dan rushed to his brothers side checking his pulse "alright he seems fine, let's get him back to the motel and figure out what that bitch did" dean and you pulled Sam up wrapping an arm around each of your shoulders "alright Sammy give us a little help here" you groaned out at the dead weight of him as you and dean walked the unconscious hunter outside

"Alright, I'll get the door you hold him" you said giving Dean Sam's full weight. With a little struggle dean and you managed to get Sam in the back of the impala comfortably. "Hey he'll be alright De, we'll start researching that witches incantation right away" you assured him with a hand on his shoulder, he placed his hand a top yours before being it to his lips "I hope so" dean told you quietly before you set off towards the motel

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"Alright Sammy, let's get you into bed" dean grumbled hoisting his brother up over his shoulders like before "I'll get the door" you said thanking chuck that you guys got bottom floor rooms so there was no steps for you and dean to drag an unconscious Sam up.

Dean laid sam on the bed taking a step back to look at his brother, laying there... breathing but no sign of waking up "I don't like this..." dean confessed sitting next to his brother "i don't either, I promise I'll find out what she did to him. It's my fault this happened to him, we shouldn't have split up." Before dean could argue your wrong you headed towards your and deans shared room to get your spell books

You wiped the tears from your face quickly, you knew Dean would come after you if you didn't come back soon. You just felt horrible, all you had to do was stick with Sam then you could have stopped her before she spelled him. You dried your tears away, grabbed your books and headed back towards Sam's room. Deans head turned toward you, he immediately took notice of your red eyes, he always does. "C'mere sweetheart" dean rushed towards you pulling you into a warm hug "it's not your fault, Sam and I would never blame you for something like this sweetheart" dean assured you, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head

"I know you guys don't, I just- I can't help but feel like it's my fault. I have to find out what she did to him... I just hope it's not serious" you told Dean quietly before breaking away from his embrace, you say on the desk with your books and starting reading looking for the witch's spell.

After a few hours of not finding anything you were beginning to feel hopeless. Dean stepped out to get dinner but he'd be back soon. You stared at Sam just hoping he'd wake up, thankfully after hours it worked, you watched as he stirred letting out a low groan "Sam!" You rushed over to him "Y/N... what happened?" Sam mumbled as he sat up with a groan "the witch is what happened, she spelled you with something, don't worry I'm still trying to figure out what I was, and when I do I promise I'll fix it" Sam stared at you in awe "I'm not worried, I trust you, your the most intelligent and beautiful women I've ever met" you have him a confused look, where'd that come from?

"... thanks Sammy, that's really sweet of you to say" Sam seemed embarrassed before another loving look took over "it's the truth, your beautiful, I hate the fact dean got you first" Sam confessed before slapping his hand over his mouth "what the hell is happening to me??" He questioned worried, why the hell was he spilling his guts to you?

"I think I figured out what she did to you... truth spell?" You told him waiting for his reaction "n-no it's not a truth spell! If it was a truth spell I'd be telling the truth, but I'm telling you the truth..... no I'm telling you the truth, I'm serious, everything I say is the truth-" Sam tried to lie but the spell stopping him, he slammed his hands over his mouth, his face a bright red colour, you had to hold back a laugh not wanting him to feel more embarrassed

"I'm gonna give dean a call and see if he'll be back soon" you said pulling out your phone

"Hello" dean answered. "Hey baby, Sam's awake... and I think I know what the witch did" "what is it?" Dean questioned, you could hear the impala roaring to life on his line "truth spell, it isn't fatal and they normally only last for a certain amount of time. My guess with Sam would be three days based on part of the spell, tres dies proximos. He'll be back to his normal Sammy self in a couple days nothing to worry about" you assured your boyfriend "oh this is gonna be a fun three days" dean said with a hearty laugh on the phone "no, nope, I'm not letting you torture your poor brother in this state" you scolded, dean moaned down the phone "Aw c'mon princess just a little" you giggled "maybe a little bit but nothing too far" you gave in. Dean chuckled down the phone "that's why we're so good together sweetheart, the same twisted humour" you giggled down the phone "you better hurry back now" "I'm on my way beautiful"

"Alrighty Sam, deans on his way now" you assured him as he sat on his bed hand covering his mouth to stop him talking, sam nodded averting his eyes to look at the wall "okay guess your not really in the talking mood" you joked making Sam roll his eyes, "wanna watch some tv while we wait for dean?" Sam just mumbled a 'mmhmm" you giggled at him not wanting to talk and switched on the television, you flicked through some channels before settling on South Park.

You guys got through half an episode when Dean walked in with a bag of burgers and fries, "ah nice choice, good thing the fun hater can't talk you can watch what ya like huh sweetheart" dean said with a laugh, "definitely, now give me my food I'm starving" you told him taking the bag from his hands with a quick kiss to his lips as a thank you

"Sammy come on ya gotta eat, I promise we won't ask you anything" you promised the silent hunter who remained in the bed "I'm not promising anything" dean laughed with an evil smirk resting on his lips. Sam shook his head quickly, sinking back against the bed "dean come on, if your nice to Sam I'll be real nice to you later" you flirted, batting your eyelashes for extra measure

Dean smirked at you with a low chuckle "you know I can never turn that deal down, sweetheart. Consider yourself safe Sammy" Sam swallowed hard having to watch the flirty interaction, he got up and made his way over to where you and dean were sitting together, you on his lap eating your burgers, Sam sat on the only other chair at the table averting his eyes to stare at chicken salad in front of him trying to ignore the hurt in his chest, somehow it was more in's tense with this spell, like all of Sam's senses were magnified. True to his word... more specifically your promise, Dean didn't mess with Sam during dinner, even though it physically pained him not to mess with his brother when he was hit with such a hilarious spell.

Dean and you ate as quickly as possible trying to get out fast to make good on your promise. Once you finished your last bite you threw the wrappers in the trash and pulled Dean from his chair with a grunt, dragging him to the door"Alright then let's give Sam some space so he can rest" you told Dean who was busy grinning like a kid in a candy store. "Night Sammy" you called back over your shoulder before closing the door

"Alright get in there and get your pants off Winchester" Sam heard you say from the now closed door. Sam sighed and turned the volume up as loud as he could without getting any noise complaints and just closed his eyes as tight as he could trying to drown out the sound of your squeals, this was going to be a long three days.

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The next morning you woke to your head tucked into his neck, his arm under your pillow (where he kept his gun his hand always close to it in case there were any intruders through the night), while his other wrapped around your waist protectively. He had his leg entangled with your own under the warm covers. You whined as you opened your eyes taking note of the light littering the room, hiding your face tighter against his neck. Dean let out a gruff chuckle at your actions, he ran his free hand up and down your arm leaving goosebumps in their wake

"relax it's still early, we can stay in bed a little while longer" he assured you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I know but now I won't get back to sleep again" you mumbled into his neck "well let's talk then" you lifted your head up right away to look at him concerned "okay.... Talk about what?" You hurried out

Dean laughed, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, something he's always done to calm you down "nothing bad... well I hope it isn't bad" dean told you with a small smile, you nodded your head for him to continue "well you know you and me have been dating a long time-" "six years" you cut in making him chuckle "yeah six years, and I've been thinking...." Dean told you before reaching on the ground for his jeans, he pulled out a deep red small box, you clasped your hand to your mouth, tears filling your eyes in realisation

"Y/N, I'm in love with you and I want to be able to call you my wife. Hell I even want to have kids with you... I have never once thought I would see myself wanting that life... not when I've been hunting and living motel to motel since I was 4 years old, but the day I met you, I knew there was something special there, and six years later... I was right, so what do you say sweetheart, will you marry me?" Dean proposed, opening the box to reveal a beautiful ring with a small but perfect diamond sitting on top "oh my god! Hell yes I'll marry you!" You chocked out through your happy tears

You grabbed the sides of deans face and pulled him into a firm loving kiss, it didn't last long with how much you two smiled against each others lips "here! Put it on me" you laughed out as Dean swiped his thumbs on your cheeks wiping away your tears

He pulled away slightly, taking your hand in his he placed the engagement ring on your ring finger. You sucked in a small breathe "it's so beautiful Dean" you said in awe "someone as beautiful as you are deserves a beautiful to ring to match" he told you with a smirk making you roll your teary eyes "your an idiot" you giggled, Dean smirked before tackle you back down the bed making you let out a small scream "Dean!" You laughed out as he attacked your sides with his fingers making you squirm "I'm sorry! Your not an idiot" you said through giggles

Deans fingers stopped their attack on your sides, you took in deep breaths to calm you heart rate while Dean pulled you into his side, reaching to hold your hand that now sported a beautiful ring "I can't believe we're engaged, this is crazy" you said against his chest, deans chest rumbled as he chuckled "I know its crazy, who's have thought I'd get tied down" he joked slapping his chest lightly "oh please Winchester, I've had you wrapped around my finger since before we started dating, it's about time YOU tied ME down" you sassed to your now Fiancé

Dean chuckled lightly "I'm glad you said yes" furrowing your eyebrows you look up at him "did you really think id ever say no?" You hated when he thought so lowly of himself. Dean shrugged slightly "I don't know... I mean it's not everyday hunters get married, I just didn't know if you would want marriage... especially with m-" you cut him off by clasping your hand over his mouth, deans eyes widened as he stared down at you with a dumbfounded expression "Dean I love you so much and you right I didn't want marriage, until I knew it would be with you. You're the only man I would ever say yes to. Understood?"

Dean nodded his rough hand gently pulling your softer one away from his mouth slowly, Dean pulled you closer to him his lips pressing gently against your own in a small kiss "understood sweetheart" Dean whispered against your lips before deepening the now heated kiss, his hand running down your bare side, hiking your leg roughly over his side making you gasp sharply into the kiss, allowing Dean to dominate your mouth with his tongue.

Sam hadn't slept much that night, for many reasons, one being how stressed he was with keeping his mouth shut for the next few days so he didn't say something he would regret, another being you and Dean getting the room next to his, making his night a living hell. Sam can deal with a lot, he'll he has no choice when he's on the road living with you two, but this was one of the reasons why he wanted his own room far, far away from yours. It only makes it harder for him to get over you, especially when his dreams involve him pulling those beautiful sounds from you... not dean.

He finally got up when he heard the morning start up again behind the wall "freaking animals" he mumbled out annoyed. He pulled on his running outfit before speed walking out the room. He wanted to try and clear his head, everything was too much, the damn spell was affecting his own mind. He couldn't even lie to himself let alone anyone else 'I'm in love with her' ... 'no I'm totally in love with he-' "God dammit!" He said aloud as he walked past a women with mid lengthy dark hair, she turned to give him a hard stare with her brown eyes "excuse me?" She demanded her arms crossing across her chest "o-oh I'm sorry I wasn't talking to you ma'am I was just thinking out loud" Sam defended, embarrassed he'd been caught talking to himself

The women's hard state softened as a small smile took over her lips instead of an angry frown "no problem, my names Maddison, and you are..." she pushed "I'm Sam" the giant hunter said sticking his hand out to hers to shake "well it's nice meeting you Sam, sorry for being harsh, guess you could say I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning" she joked making him chuckle "yeah I get what you mean, my days started out pretty bad too" he confessed, mentally face palming as he couldn't stop himself "really? I'll tell you why my day sucks if you me why your's does... maybe over some coffee?" She flirted making Sam's heart race, he hasn't had this feeling in a while "yeah definitely, I'd love to" he rushed out as he scratched he'd the back of his neck awkwardly "great, I actually know this cafe it's two blocks away, they make the most amazing hazelnut coffee and ...." she rambled on, Sam smiled watching her, he had a good feeling about this girl.

"Sweetheart, I think Sammy's out, he's not answering the door" Dean called to you from outside the bathroom his, you stepped out from the hot running stream "he's probably just getting food or on his run, ya know Sammy" you yelled out, your voice echoing off the bathroom walls as you washed the conditioner from your hair "yeah your probably right, I'll call him and let him know to bring back some celebratory pie" Dean said as he licked his lips in thought of the tasty pie "tell him to get a whole pie not just a slice this time!" Dean chuckled "that's my girl!" You rolled your eyes with a smile "yeah, yeah.... Tell him to hurry I'm starving, especially after this morning" you said in a teasing tone as you wrapped a towel around your body, walking out to the room to find Dean sat on the bed, phone pressed against his ear "alright we'll see you then Sammy..." Dean hung up the phone quickly when he saw you enter the room giving you a dopey grin

"you're so beautiful" he told you, pushing himself off the unmade bed, he took two steps forward to meet you, placing his rough hands on your towel covered waist "well thank you but I'm i still gotta get ready, so don't get any ideas Winchester"you chastised when you felt his hand start to unravel the knot, Dean groaned placing his head between your head and shoulders "oh don't get sad on me now we've had sex six times between yesterday and this morning, your not exactly starved from it" you reminded him

Dean pulled away from his spot against your neck, his plump lips pulled into a sly smirk, "I could never get enough of you my very... very sexy fiancé" he teased, his hands moving from your waist to your ass "well until your incredibly sexy fiancé gets some food you can just keep in your pants" you patted his chest, moving. Way from his grasp to her dressed into your black jeans and Dean's old Metallica shirt "well I've got news for you" Dean teased sitting on the bed as he watched you change "oh really? Well don't leave me hanging, spill Winchester!" You rushed out taking a seat next to him eager to hear the news

"well our little Sammy met a girl while he was out on his walk.. said her name is Maddison and... well he said too damn much, but hey what do your expect when your brothers been hit by a truth spell" Dean joked making you laugh "ohhh what did he say?" You questioned eager

Dean shrugged his shoulders a smug smile plastered on his lips "ah I don't know sweetheart, I remembered just a second ago.... I might be able to remember again i-" you cut off his teasing by rushing forward to press your lips shading his in a deep harsh kiss, Dean groaned his hands roughly grabbing your waist and the back of your neck to take control of the kiss. You pulled away before he could slip his tongue through your lips you pulled back, Dean chased your lips "hurry up and tell me, I'm dying over here" you begged

Dean chuckled licking his swollen lips "well our little Sammy is on his way back from a date with a girl-" you cut him off with a big gasp "you're kidding? That's amazing- wait, shit what about that truth spell?" You questioned worried this could interfere with him finding a nice girl "don't worry I asked him and he said he's keeping it very under cover with her any time she asked a personal question he changed the subject or ran off to get more coffee" you couldn't help the squeal that escaped your lips "ohh this is amazing! Do you think this could be the girl for him?" You grabbed deans hand tightly

"I hope so sweetheart, I'm just glad he's not into you anymore, that sucked. Didn't want to have to kick my little brother's ass... I would have, but I didn't want to have to" Dean joked, you giggled placing a peck on his lips "yeah yeah tough guy. We're gonna have to tell him about us, you know that right?" You couldn't lie and say you weren't worried about telling Sam that Dean and you were getting married, "...I know sweetheart, we'll tell him when he gets back" dean promised running a comforting hand up and down your back. Deans heart was racing at the thought of telling Sam, not because he wanted to keep it a secret, if anything he wants the world to know... since Sam confessed he was in love with you and it getting brushed under the rug with your denial of Sam's feelings deans been walking on eggshells around the situation because he didn't want to fight with Sam... and he definitely didn't want to loose you

Deans been feeling more anxiety since Sam for a hit with the truth spell, he didn't want anything tho come between you and him. He would never forgive Sam if he drove you away because of him, he just hoped this new girl in his life would change that, and Sam would be happy for you and him, at least they'll find out soon.

"Hey open up guys" Sam said knocking on the door, a bag of breakfast burritos in his hand and three cups of coffee on the other. Dean was quick to open the door a sly smirk resting on his lips "well how'd it go Sammy? What's this girl like... is she hot- ouch!" He exclaimed in a high pitched voice rubbing his arm "never you mind if she's hot or not... ignore him Sam, tell us what happened?" You plucked the bag of food from his hand quickly, waiting for his response "well she's very hot actually- sorry I just I can't exactly lie right now, anyways I took her out for some coffee and we got to talking and I think she's a really great girl, in fact were actually going out for dinner tonight" Sam said flustered

Dean chuckled "just dinner?" He teased, Sam rolled his eyes "well dinner and se-" you clasped a hand over his mouth to stop the next word from escaping "your welcome" you smiled at him. Sam was about to thank you when he felt the coldness of a ring on his mouth, he furrowed his brows and gently moved your hand from his mouth, you and Dean exchanged weary looks "wow um a ring... does that mean you guys are... engaged?" Sam ask slowly never turning his gaze from the ring adoring your hand "yeah, we're getting married" you answered smiling at him. Your heart raced as you awaited Sam's reaction

"Congratulations you guys that's amazing" Sam said pulling you both into a hug, Dean and you shared a look of shock "than you Sammy, are you sure your okay with this... I mean things might change a little around here" Sam just smiled at you "I couldn't be happier for you both, I really mean it- hell it's not like I can lie anyway" Sam laughed. This was nuts, you were worried for nothing, this was one of the best days of your life "have you guys called Bobby yet? He's gonna be so happy" Sam said pulling back from the hug "not yet...we wanted you to be the first to know" Dean told him wrapping his arm around your waist

"That means a lot to me you guys, thank you for letting me be a part of this" Dean nodded "of course man, your my brother, hell I'd have told you a few days ago if you didn't get spelled, couldn't risk you spilling the beans on me" Dean chuckled out clapping Sam on the back “Ha ha ha very funny Dean. So what are your guys thinking? Actual wedding or vegas?” Sam said his lips twisted in a small smile

“Vegas” “wedding” you both replied simultaneously. You and Dean snapped your heads to each other, your eyes flaming in rage as he cowered in fear under your intense gaze, poor Sam stood still not able to move “vegas? Dean are you joking- please tell me you’re joking?” You demanded Dean shrugged his shoulders slightly “I’m sorry I didn’t think it was such a big deal, if you want a wedding, I can do that” Dean said quickly, shooting you a small scared smile “oh you’d better Winchester” you warned making him gulp and nod, Sam barked out a laugh watching his brother back down to you “what’s so funny Samuel?” You turned your fury quickly to him “I- I uh just haven’t seen Dean back down to a girl… well ever actually it’s awesome to see” he stumbled out scratching the back of his neck awkwardly

“Mmhmm” you mumbled pursed your lips tightly and eyes narrowed at both boys, Dean clapped his hands together to get your attention “alright how about we all take a trip to Bobby’s and if we just so happen to fall into a case on the way I won’t be mad” you smiled rolling your eyes slightly at his antics “yeah and I wouldn’t mind a trip to Hawaii” Dean laughed “yeah maybe if a plane wasn’t involved that would be our honeymoon. I’m gonna take our bags out to baby so we can head out we might make it to Bobby’s tonight if we tail it now” Dean grunted placing both duffels over his shoulders “well I’ll catch up with you guys tomorrow I’ve got my date tonight” Sam capper to Dean as he made his way out to the parking lot

You smiled rolling yourself watching him walk out, what a man you’ve got! You thought to yourself. “Hey can we talk” Sam asked breaking your trail of thought, “of course Sammy, what’s up” Sam took a deep breath and sat down on the edge of the bed “I just I wanted to talk to you about this girl, I mean I know it was just coffee and I don’t know if this truth spell is heightening my emotions or what’s happening because yesterday i was still struggling with you and Dean being together- ignore that please, but what i mean is this morning when i met Maddison it was like everything changed and i don’t want to come off to strong and mess this up, this girl is she’s just amazing” Sam rushed out his hands flaying around as he spoke

You stared at him shocked “I- Sam did you still have feelings for me yesterday?!” You questioned shocked “well yeah it’s not gonna take a few weeks for the feelings to leave , but they’re gone now, I’m genuinely so happy you guys are getting married… I just I don’t want to ruin this” Sam mumbled his gaze directed to the floor as his hands ran through his hair “Sam, the very fact your even worried about messing things up tells me how much you care about this girl, I don’t think your emotions have been heightened, I think you found a nice girl who’s caught your attention, in a good way, I think she could be the one for you Sam the fact your already feeling like this”

Sam looked up from the ground to make eye contact with you “I think your right Y/N, there’s something about this girl” you smiled patting his shoulder “told you you’d find the right girl for you Sammy” you told him thoughtfully, Sam clasped his hand on top of yours resting on his shoulder “you did, I’m just glad you were right” “Aren’t I always?” Sam laughed nodding his head “usually yeah” you have him a chaste kiss on the cheek “I’d better go before my fiancé comes looking for me- I like saying that … fiancé” you smiled as you spoke “I’ll see you in a few days, soon to be Mrs Winchester” Sam waved at you before the door.

Once the door was shut Sam laid back in the bed with a deep sigh. For the first time in a very, very long time Sam felt at peace, he didn’t feel a sense of guilt eating at him constantly. He felt he could finally breathe again there was no weight on his chest that would never lift. He never thought he’d feel a love like this with anyone but Jess or you…. Until now with Maddison.

For once in his life, Sam Winchester was excited about the future.

IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT!!! so much has been happening the last few months family wise, we had to move my nephew in and he's been stealing my attention from writing.... mostly because I'm rewatching supernatural with him- VALID EXCUSE ;))))

as always if you have any requests please feel free to send them in :)

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lovemly4 · 10 months ago

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Hi there! Not sure if you're open for request but if you dont, feel free to ignore 😅 my request will be lando x reader, whereby he's dating a very shy reader so its normal for her to want to keep their relationship very private. However, one day, reader told lando that she's ready to watch him race and support him irl and it makes him so so happy and both of them were smiley and giggly while walking on the paddock. Hope that's okay!

I’m here with you - Lando Norris

word count: 841 ; genre: fluff ; pairing: Lando Norris x reader ; warnings: none, just teeth rotting fluff ☆

Note: Hii, of course requests are open!! And this is so cute omfg, i feel like Lando would be super respectful of you boundaries, but his eyes would light up when you tell him that you’re ready to support him in person to his races.

Wednesday, Nov 29th, 2023

My heart jumped at the sound of the front door opening. It had been three days since the Abu Dhabi GP, and during our time apart we tried to contact each other every time we could.

“My darling, i missed you so much” he exclaimed against my shoulder as I hugged him, inhaling his familiar perfume. I felt a little bad at his words, a little thunder striking through my heart.

Despite being in a relationship with him for four months already, I’ve never felt ready enough to make it public; but what was I so afraid of? I didn’t really know, actually.

I feared that people would come at me, telling me that I wasn’t enough, that he deserved someone better, maybe? Yes, most definitely.

Something held me back, despite my wish to make him the happiest man in the world.

“I missed you too Lan, I’m sorry i wasn’t able to be there with you” I apologized, my hand making its way to his cheek.

He smiled comprehensively.

“You don’t need to apologize love, I know. I would never force you into something you don’t feel comfortable doing” He said in a tone a little louder than just a whisper.

I placed a little peck on his lips, and reached out to help him with his luggages.

Friday, Feb 23rd, 2024

I looked at the tallest shelf in our shared walk-in closet, carefully choosing Lando’s shirts.

My face assumed a concentrated look, as the man walked in behind me placing his hand on my waist.

“Sweetheart, we don’t need to put so much effort in choosing my clothes, you know? I’ll probably be wearing my suit most of the time, anyway” he chuckled, stroking my side.

“I know Lan, but it’s the first race of the season! You must look good!” I talked back, reaching for the Quadrant shirt.

I followed him out of the closet, laying his shirt flat beside his joggers.

I studied him silently as he was organizing the space in his bag.

“…Lando, will you be alone in Bahrain?” i asked hesitantly, nervously playing with the hem of my sleeve.

“Oh no, my team will be there, of course. Zack will arrive two days later than me, he mentioned a problem with his son or something. I’ll meet Oscar outside the airport there.”

I stayed hushed, quietly working out my thoughts as he locked the luggage.

“What if… What if i come with you? To Bahrain. To the race.” i tried to ask, timidly hiding my hands in my pockets.

He turned to me all of a sudden, eyes wide open like a deer caught in headlights.

“Did i heard that right? You’re not joking, are you? Are you serious?” he spoke quickly, almost as if he was trying to convince himself of what he had just heard.

I laughed at his reaction as he took my hands in his.

“Are you really sure y/n? I don’t want you to regret this. I won’t complain if you change your mind.” he sat me on the edge of our shared bed, reassuring me with kind words.

“I’ve never been so sure, Lan. I think it’s about time, i want to cheer you in person and show you all my support” i warmly smiled, and he started bouncing like a little boy. He bursted out of the room before i could process something to say.

“Where are you going?” i shouted, keeping an ear out to detect his distant voice.

“To take your bags!”

Saturday, Mar 2nd, 2024, present day.

A light breeze sways my dress, as I hold Lando’s hand through the paddock.

He never stopped chuckling like a baby since we’ve landed, and now he’s introducing me to every soul on the track.

He walks me to the garage, running to his car and patting the big “4” in the front.

“This is her. Isn’t she beautiful? Hopefully she’ll be a good girl on the track.” I laugh at his seriousness and he copies me, placing his arm around my waist.

“Look, this is where you’re going to sit during the race. You can hear me through the headset. Those are all the monitors through which you can see me. If you need something, let the guys know ok?”

I squeeze his hand reassuringly, and his mind seems to stop wandering for a moment. He has always been so good at hiding his thoughts and feelings, but the quick rise and fall of his chest betrays his calmness.

“Lan, breathe. I’m fine, you’re fine. We’re fine. And most importantly, we’re here together.”

One of the engineers calls for Lando and Oscar, but the light in his eyes is peaceful now.

“I love you. Thank you for being here with me”

I kiss him deeply, and watch him run away with his teammate.

The red lights go out.

The race finally begins, and he couldn’t be happier. He feels safe, and he’s so grateful to have by his side someone so brave and caring.

No matter how it goes, the only thing he cares to win is your heart.

#lando norris #f1 fluff #f1 smut #requests #f1 x reader #lando norris fluff #lando norris smut #f1 drivers #f1 drivers x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #fanfic #fluff #f1 drivers fluff #f1 drivers smut #requests are open

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anadiasmount · 11 months ago

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love struck - jude blurb.

request: yes! mix of my imagination and also @judesecret as well! 🤍

“you’re shivering, baby,” jude laughs, wrapping the towel around your body and rubbing his hands in your shoulders to warm you up. he pulls you into his chest, feeling great warmth. and beat from his embrace as you close your eyes and relish the feeling. you ignore the small nickname, still not used to the fresh relationship with jude.

“i-i-i know. i didn’t-t-t see the r-rain coming,” you say giggling, wiping your nose with the towel as you felt a water drop run along the skin. “you’re crazy, you know? walking in this storm just to show me the new minion movie trailer?” jude teases, resting his head on yours as you finally stop shivering from cold.

“despicable me four, actually,” you correct him, hiding in the crook of his neck embarrassed. “and, to see you before i travel to germany for a work trip,” you say shyly, leaning back to stare at his brown iris who shined even in the dark corner by the entrance.

“gonna miss me that much?” jude asks, kissing your nose, making you nod slowly and intimidated at the proximity of both of you. “gonna miss you too. wish you could stay here with me since our next game is here at home…” jude replies.

he could sense the nervousness, chuckling deeply before pulling away. “how about we have a movie marathon, tonight? i’m off tomorrow and i wanna spend the night here with my girl,” he says walking to the kitchen to retrieve something. you furrow your brows in confusing or maybe coming to the fact on what he said.

“you mean like spend the night over? like a sleepover?” you say walking to the kitchen, wrapping the towel tighter against you.

“only if you’re comfortable with it. i don’t want to rush you or make you feel uncomfortable,” jude says, knowing you. he knows how new the relationship is, and the last thing he wanted was to scare you away because of how shy and reserved you were. “if you start snoring i’m out though,” you joke agreeing to his suggestion, earning cheering of yes from jude.

“cmon let’s get you showered and changed.”

jude handed you some of his clothes as you took a hot and steamy shower. you let your mind wander to tonight and how it would play out. it would be the first time you spent the night at his. when you came over it was for the evening and to hangout but staying over was always out of the picture.

you could barely look him in the eye without feeling your head spin or get shy under his gaze. you’d drown yourself with his smile and big brown eyes. if he asked you to do anything, you would do it with no hesitation. he had a spell or daze that always drew you in no matter what.

jude would always be the one to initiate hand holding, hugs, even kisses. you appreciated him so much for that feeling nervous or overall giddy because you couldn’t believe he was actually yours. if he sensed you were nervous he would kiss your hands to distract you from whatever you thought.

out in public, jude gave you a small peck on the lips to reassure you he was here for you, not once leaving your side, letting you have the say when you wanted to call it a night. he kept you at your side, protecting you from anyone who wanted to be quick and jump at you. “you’re like my bodyguard,” you often joked earning a laugh from him.

you don’t know what changed, one minute you guys laughed and spoke quietly as you made a fresh cup of chocolate, eyes gleaming in happiness as you got to spend the night with him. feeling better then cuddled up quietly as you watched the movies, to now where you sat on the edge of the bed bitting your nails anxiously.

jude had finished taking a shower and brushing his teeth. he walked in and saw you sitting on his bed, shaking his head in amusement as you looked down not being able to meet his eye when he returned shirtless, abs in full show. jude caged you in on the bed, arms locking you in side to side as your eyes connected.

“what are you think about?” jude whispers making you clear your throat and smile. “how lucky i am to have a boyfriend who takes care of me,” you say hiding the anticipation and urge to kiss him first. jude smiles looking down after couple seconds of silence.

your hands cup his face, just above his jaw making jude look back up rapidly, seeing your flushed face and bottom lip bit. “baby what are-”

you cut him off with a rushed and urged kiss. closing your eyes sinking into his taste as your lips molded with his. it took jude a while to process what was going on, not believing you had finally initiated and kissed him first. he could feel your hands slowly fall onto the nape of his neck. jude’s stomach filled with butterflies, the chilling sensation running down his spine as he tasted your sweet taste.

jude kisses your further, making you let out a small whine and kiss him deeper, clashing teeth as you moved your head slightly. you felt the fire run along your veins, getting dizzy from how jude was kissing you, jude the same. he got nervous all of the sudden due to the fact you weren’t being all hidden away, letting you be in charge.

the two of you let out breaths, the room filling with the sound of your kissing and noises you made. jude got lost, lost in how you tasted, how you kissed him with urgency yet love, lost in how much he loved this new side of you. he wanted it all, more with you.

jude pulled away, out of breath and panting, lips red and plump from the kiss. you giggled resting your foreheads together processing what had just happened. you finally did it, what you wanted to do for a while. “you kissed me first,” jude said licking his lips making you squirm.

your hands traced his cheeks, feeling a sense of confidence inside you. “i know… been wanting to do it for a while,” you confess watching jude’s eyes go crazy in bewilderment and lust. he couldn’t believe it, his shy girl wasn’t so shy, and he was sure he fell even more in love with you. jude smirked kissing the inner part of your wrist before speaking up again.

“wanna show me again? i think i forgot how it felt…”

#judey thoughts 5️⃣#jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham blurb

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sapphic-kpop-fics · 2 months ago

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Fri(end)s (Huh Yunjin x Reader)

Angst, kinda unhealthy situationship, kinda happy ending where they get their shit together.

You're in my head

I had plans for the weekend

But wound up with you instead

Back here again

Yunjin hadn’t answered any of your texts this week, after you had seen each other the Saturday before and hooked up like you had in the past. It had always ended this way, you hook up, argue a bit while she insists you’re just friends

“Y/n?” you heard as soon as you answered the call from Yunjin, her voice raspy like she had been crying.

You were currently getting ready to hang out with your friends and go to a club.

“Jen? Everything okay?”

“Can you come over?” Her voice wobbles like she’ll start crying any second, your heart breaks for her but you shouldn’t blow off your friends to comfort your situationship, right? This is was something that happened often, her calling you only when she’s upset or horny or usually both.

“Jen, I wish I could but I’m actually busy.”

“Oh…” a deep breath, and you can hear her start to cry a bit, “okay, that’s okay…I’m sorry for calling, I shouldn’t have. Go have fun.” She rushes out the words so her voice wouldn’t tremble as much when she spoke.

“Wait Jen. I’ll be there 20.”

“Thank you.” And the she hangs up.

You press the contact of your best friend, Yeji.

“Hey Yeji…” you start

“Don’t tell me you’re canceling again.” She said already knowing where this was heading.

“I’m sorry..”

“Are you going to see her?”

“What? No.” Not believable at all.

“God dammit y/n, I told you, you have to stop seeing her. She’s literally ruining you.”

“No she’s not.” You insist.

“Just last night you were crying in my apartment because she hadn’t texted you back in a week.” Yeji argues, proving her point.

“I can’t help it… she sounded really upset.” you admit, voice quiet.

“I know.” Your best friend knows you’re still going to go see the girl, as you weren’t very good at self control when it came to her, “Be careful. Try not to end the night yelling and crying this time.” A reference to the many arguments you and Yunjin shared, mostly at her lack of feelings but she’d say it’s because you have too many feelings.

So you go to her dorm, where Chaewon lets you in and gives you a pitiful look, even her members knew that the way she treated you wasn’t okay. You didn’t want to think about the amount of people who felt that way, like you were prey trapped and unwilling to leave even when rescued.

You softly knock on her door and whisper a “jen?”

“Come in.” It’s small, almost unheard through the thick wood of the door.

When you walk in, your heart kinda breaks. She’s sitting on the floor in front of her bed, arms around her knees with ripped paper littering the floor in front of her, lyrics scribbled on the tiny pieces. You sit next to her silently waiting for her to open up.

“I love my job. But people can be so horrible sometimes.”

You had figured her songwriting had been a topic among hateful “fans” online from the scattered paper in front of you.

Her head leans against your shoulder now and instinctively you wrap your arm around her. And you sit there like that in silence for hours until she feels better, once again throwing away your night to help the girl.

Friends, just for now

Yeah, but friends don't say words that

Make friends feel like more than just

Friends

“You’re so beautiful you know that?”

You both were drunk after a night out with mutual friends and of course, you ended up in Yunjin’s bed without your clothes. The compliments weren’t normal though, Yunjin would say you’re hot and compliment you of course she wasn’t a monster however it was only during sex but here she was cuddling into you, whispering little compliments and confessions as if it’s nothing, you assume the alcohol has something to do with it.

“I wish I could treat you better.” You freeze your hand that’s rubbing her back when she finishes, “it’s just so….scary.” Her words are slurred, obvious she’s still drunk and so are you which is why you make no move to stop her from talking, “you deserve better.” Is all she gets out before falling asleep in your arms.

Friends are not supposed to get too close

And feel emotions that

We're feeling now, now, now

We ain't slowing down, down, down

It was another night where she had called you late, asking you to come over, saying she “needed” you in that pouty voice to get what she wants. So here you were standing in her room after she took all of her weeks frustration out on you, looking at her as she’s turned away from you.

“I think I love you.” You whisper as the ginger girl is getting dressed after one of your nights together. She freezes as she’s about to button her pants and sighs, you know what the sigh means and you knew this would be her response but you wanted her to know how you felt.

“I’m sorry, i don’t feel the same.” She deadpans, though you can tell she’s masking something underneath, “you said that was okay.”

“…it is.”

“Great.” She says as she starts walking to her door to open it as a gesture to get you to leave.

“I shouldn’t have fucking answered.” You mumble, meant to only be said to yourself but of course she heard you.

“But you did. You always do.” Finally turning to look at you, “it’s pathetic really. The way you come crawling to me no matter what I do.”

“That’s not true.”

“Really? I can bet that if I called you tomorrow after insulting you all night, you’d still answer.”

“That’s not true.” You shake your head, though you know it is true. It’s like something takes over you when she calls and you can’t control anything.

The way she laughs at you is mocking, and mean. She could be mean sometimes, not often, only when she was particularly stressed with her schedules and you were usually the one she took it out on whether it was in bed for hours or insulting you and mocked you until you cried and left.

“Oh really? Then what happened tonight?” Her head tilts, a challenge.

She was right, last week had ended exactly as it was going now and of course as soon as she called you answered and came over. Just like she said. You didn’t answer, avoiding her eyes that are staring at you. Tears dripped from your eyes.

“Are you fucking crying?” She scoffed, “i think you should go.” She finalized.

You don’t take another second to think before you’re pushing past her and out her door, tears falling more frequently now. Unfortunately, Chaewon sits on the couch in the living room right next to the door you have to leave out of. Her eyes connect with yours and there’s a mix of pity and worry.

“Are you okay?” She asks, but you knew she heard what was said and that Yunjin tells her everything.

“Fine.” Is all you say before opening the door and leaving, you hear Chaewon yell for Yunjin before the door closes fully, her voice angry.

Now, I'm over pretending

So let's put the "end" in friends

You’re sitting on Yunjin’s bed as she paces her room and lectures you once again on how she doesn’t want a relationship and she just wants to be friends that have fun together.

“We’re friends. That’s it.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.” She affirms, voice hard, she means it.

‘’Maybe we shouldn’t be.”

“What?” Yunjin had only now started showing emotions other than annoyance at you.

“Maybe we should…. Put the end in friends if you know what I mean.”

“No. I need you.”

You laugh, it’s a bitter one as opposed to all the other times she made you laugh, a chill goes up Yunjin’s spine at the sound, looking to the ground as you do so.

“No you don’t. I don’t think you ever really did.”

“That’s not true.” Sounding familiar to one of the last times you saw her, this time she’s saying it.

“Don’t lie Yunjin. You never cared about me.”

Yunjin flinches a bit at the use of her full name, you had never called her that not even during your worst arguments, you had only and always called her Jen.

“I did. I cared.”

“You have a shitty way of showing it.”

Being faced with the truth, Yunjin’s heart feels like it’s shattering. The consequences of her actions had finally caught up to her, unfortunately one of them was losing you.

“You should go Yunjin. I don’t want to see you ever again.”

Your cold voice surprises Yunjin, it was a stark contrast to how you would speak to her even if arguing you never really raised your voice at her. It shocks her so much that she doesn’t hesitate to finish getting dressed and walking right out of the door without another word.

4 months later..

In your bed as you try and rest for the night your phone buzzes three times next to you.

Huh Yunjin

Hey.

I know it’s been a while.

I miss you.

You

Leave me alone.

Huh Yunjin

Open the door.

You’re confused at the message but then you heard a knock, this crazy woman actually showed up. You didn’t know if you felt upset or happy, I mean yes you shouldn’t be seeing her especially after four months of silence but then again she had never made the effort to show up to your place and talk to you, unless she was drunk.

When you look through the eye hole in your door, you see Yunjin same as a few months earlier but her hair is now a red color. Her eyes are red and puffy like she had been crying, she’s wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt as opposed to her usual attire when seeing you. She looked broken and it hurt you, so you open the door. Her watery eyes look at you in surprise when you finally open it, walking in after a few seconds of staring at you.

“Why are you here?” You ask as soon as your door is closed.

“Um-I-I don’t know.” She stutters, “i just wanted to see you i guess.”

You had never seen her like this before the usual confident girl was fidgeting with her hands and her eyes are fixed on her shoes, her voice was quieter than usual and sadness laced all of her words. You don’t know why you do it, an hour ago you would’ve said you hated her and you still might but your feet are moving and suddenly your arms are wrapped around her. She freezes in shock but returns the hug, her arms squeezing you tightly enough that you wouldn’t be able to get away, now that she is comforted by you the tears that filled her eyes are rapidly rolling down her face as she cries on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry.” She says after she calms down.

“For what?”

“Everything.”

You’re still hugging, Yunjin’s death grip not lightening yet.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since we last talked.” Now starting to pull away from you, “I treated you horribly and you didn’t deserve it. We were never just friends not since we met I know that, I was just scared.”

“J-“

“I love you.” She cuts you off, she had said the words before in bed while fucking you but you didn’t know if she meant it and you still couldn’t tell.

“I don’t trust you.” You say, plain and simple, you felt sugarcoating was pointless at this point.

“You shouldn’t.” Her head shakes, “but I would really like if you gave me the chance to earn it back.”

“I don’t know Jen. I don’t wanna get hurt anymore.”

“I’ll be better. I will do anything.” The ginger girl grabs your hands, “I want to be with you, for real this time. And I’m such an idiot for not realizing sooner.”

“Yeah, you are.” With a playful smile that Yunjin returns, the tense air now becoming more comfortable. Her forehead rests against yours.

“Does this mean you’ll give me a chance?” Her voice is hopeful, and she’d be embarrassed by the pathetic nature of her question.

“It’s going to take a while.” She pulls her head away shocked, not expecting you to actually agree, “we can’t just go back to how we were, I’m talking starting from scratch.”

“I can do that.” She agrees a little too quickly.

“Go home.” You tell her as you let go of her hands a few moments later.

“I can’t stay?”

“Starting from scratch Yunjin. Take me on a date first and then you can maybe have sleepovers.”

“You’re going to be the death of me.” A smile on her face, then she walks out of the door giving you one last smile, excited to get home and plan a date so she can finally prove how much she wants you.

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Part 2 where Yunjin experiences growth and earns your trust back and is the best gf ever???

#kpop imagines #le sserafim x reader #huh yunjin x reader #kpop x reader #le sserafim imagines #le sserafim #huh yunjin #huh yunjin imagines #jennifer huh #yunjin x reader #yunjin imagines #yunjin

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willieverseetheland · 11 months ago

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jingle bells.

spencer reid x fem!reader summary: spencer gets a little too tipsy at the office christmas party.

WARNINGS: alcohol consumption, language, spencer being a dork

fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers

I know christmas has been over, I just felt inspired.

wc: 1.4k

You've always loved Christmas. It wasn't the holiday itself; it was how it brought people together. Everything just feels so cozy and bright. So when Penelope asked you to help her decorate for the party, you were more than happy to do so.

Although your job can be very depressing at times, the office environment is truly amazing. Everyone is so kind. You couldn't ask for better coworkers. However, there's one fellow profiler you've grown rather close with these past few months.

Spencer Reid was one of the first people you became friends with at the BAU, other than Penelope of course. He's such a good friend, and always seems to be genuinely interested in what you have to say. He notices the little things, like when you were always complaining about your feet being cold, so he bought you fuzzy socks. Or when he overheard you talking to Emily about how badly you wanted this decorative plate set for your new apartment, and he got it for you for your birthday. He's truly the best friend a girl could ever ask for. But recently you've been wondering if it's only platonic love that you feel. Could it be more than friendship? You find yourself putting extra effort into your appearance, but you just chalk it up to wanting to better yourself. You have also noticed how when you shop, you choose clothes you think he might like.

Sometimes you catch yourself wondering if he feels the same way. Does he lie in bed at night thinking of your voice and laughter the way you think of him? Does he get flustered when your knees brush together during debriefs? Does he get that fluttery feeling in his stomach when you lock eyes from across the room?

Now that you're thinking about it, you really fucking like him. You feel like a teenager with a schoolgirl crush. God, how could you let this happen? You know that co-worker relationships rarely work out. But you're an adult, you can be mature about it, right?

You snap out of your daydream and realize its already 6:00. The party starts in an hour, and you only have a quarter of what you need to do done.

"Hey Penelope, think we could get some Christmas music going? I work faster with music playing!"

"It's like you read my mind y/n!"

The sound of bells fills the room and suddenly you find yourself feeling very festive. You hear Penelope humming along.

You work quickly to get the last of the lights and tinsel strung up. You wish it could look like this year-round. You check your watch. 6:53. Everyone should be arriving soon.

You hear the elevator ding and see Derek walk out with a plate full of what is most definitely store-bought cookies.

"Wow, you ladies really outdid yourselves."

"Hello Derek and thank you" you smile.

People begin to arrive one-by-one. Emily, JJ, Hotch, and Rossi. Everyone says their hellos and get settled. Some make their way to the booze faster than others.

It's 7:25 and Spencer isn't here yet. You feel a pit begin to form in your stomach. You were really hoping to see him tonight. You decide to grab yourself a drink and socialize, take your mind off of him. He'll show up eventually, right?

"Y/N! Hey! Where's your other half?" Emily chuckles and raises her eyebrows. You can tell she snuck a few shots in the elevator.

"I assume you mean Spencer. Not sure actually." So much taking your mind off of him. And what did she mean by other half? It's not that obvious right?

You scan the room, hoping to see Spencer, but you don't. However, you do catch Rossi getting rather comfortable with new forensic photographer.

You finish your drink and wander off to get another. Looking at your watch you see that it's 7:47. You're starting to feel a little hopeless. But right as you turn to rejoin the party, you see him. Those big brown eyes and fluffy hair.

"Hey Y/N, sorry I'm late. I had to go pick up some last-minute gifts."

Weight falls off of your shoulders at the sound of his voice. You feel overwhelming relief now that he's here. You had spent the last hour, or at least what felt like an hour, with your jaw clenched and a heavy feeling in your stomach. You hate feeling this way. You know you need to talk to him, but you don't want to screw up a good thing.

"It's alright Spence, I'm just glad you're here now." You give him a warm smile and place your hand on his shoulder.

He gives you his classic dorky smile in return, and you feel those all too familiar butterflies swell in your stomach.

As the night goes on, the wine flows and sounds of laughter fills the room. You stay by Spencer's side practically the whole night. Now you understand what Emily meant. You notice he's had quite a bit to drink. Definitely not more than Rossi, but more than usual. You feel like he's being more playful and affectionate as well. But you assume it's just the alcohol. You desperately hope he's flirting, but you don't want to look too far into it.

Your thoughts quickly dissolve into the air as the room goes silent and Rossi's rather loud voice announces it's time to exchange gifts. You give out your gifts and accept the ones given to you. You receive a cinnamon roll scented candle from Emily, a pair of heart shaped earrings from Penelope, a fuzzy blanket from JJ, and various trinkets and gadgets from others. Spencer hands you a slender box wrapped in shiny blue snowflaked wrapping paper.

"I wonder what this could be." You raise your eyebrow playfully and give a small laugh.

You carefully tear off the wrapping paper and open the box. Inside is a necklace with small heart shaped locket.

"Go ahead, open the locket." he has a drunken grin, and his eyes are eager.

You open the locket and inside is a picture of you and Spencer from your birthday. You feel a warmth spread over your face and you can't help but smile.

"Oh my god Spencer, this is- thank you so much, really." You pull him into a tight embrace. Relishing in the feeling of his arms around you for just a moment. You pull away, smile faltering slightly.

"Would you walk with me? Outside? It's really warm in here." His eyes are glassy and his cheeks are a rosy pink. His drinks have definitely caught up with him now. No wonder he feels warm.

"Of course, are you feeling okay?" you ask with sincerity.

"Yeah, there's just a lot of noise. Just need some fresh air s'all."

You two slip out into the crisp, December night. The sky's clear so you can see the stars. Your breath creates mini clouds in the night air.

You look over at Spencer and wonder what's going on inside that brilliant brain of his. You've always been so fascinated by the way he thinks.

"You look so beautiful right now. I-I mean you always do, but in this moment you..." his voice trails off like he has more to say, but doesn't know if he should say it.

"You don't look too bad yourself." You let out a quiet laugh.

You can hear carolers singing jingle bells in the distance.

You glance up at him and see that he's looking at you. His eyes reflect the full moon. There's a sadness in his eyes but also an admiring, soft expression.

"y/n."

"Yeah, Spencer?" You place your hand on his forearm. His mouth opens and closes slightly like he doesn't know if he should say what he's about to say.

"I love you. I'm in love with you, y/n." his voice is soft and trembling ever so slightly. His eyes jump across your face, searching for a reaction.

You feel like your brain might short circuit. You're overwhelmed with emotion. You feel a sting as your eyes prick up with tears.

"Spencer, I don't know what to say." You see his smile fade and fear that may have been poor choice of words.

You decide maybe words won't do how you feel justice.

You step closer to him, placing your right hand on his cheek and the left just below his jaw. You breathe in deeply and pull his face to yours. You place a soft kiss on his lips. He then grabs the sides of your face deepening the kiss. You feel heat creeping up your neck, and the whole world feels as though it's melting away.

You pull away, catching your breath. He looks starstruck, like he can't believe what just happened. And honestly, you can't either. You almost want to ask him to pinch you.

"I love you too, Dr. Spencer Reid."

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milksuu · 1 year ago

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Hey hey heyyyy!!! It's me, the one that keeps stalking your page! 💙🧚‍♀️

I wanna say that OML I LOVE YOUR WRITING!!! AAAAHHH! And I'm so so so happy to see that

anyways, this is a request for how the heartsteel boys would react to a lover with big bazoinkers who usually wears baggy clothes suddenly wearing something tight fitted??? Heheehehehe.

Also, how would the react if you were hit on by someone else due to their lover having big personalities?? (You don't have to do this one if you're uncomfortable ofc!!)

Also, keep up what you're doing, feeding my unhealthy obsession with these fictional (but very attractive) men. I hope you have an amazing day/night!!!🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️

❥ prompt: So, you got the big boinkers. The huge bagonzos. The gigantic bonobos. Whatever guys called boobs these days. You're super self-conscious about them, ever since you hit puberty. You've tried to hide them. But with the upcoming red-carpet event for the music awards, you can't wear baggy clothes next to your Heartsteel boyfirend. You had to look your best. Or as some would say, your breast. ❥ content/warnings: mild suggestive themes, possessive boyfriend energy, over protective boyfriend energy ❥ characters/pairings: v!Heartsteel (aphelios, ezreal, kayne) / f!reader

APHELIOS

Aphelio's thought you always looked cute and comfortable in your hoodies. In casual form, it was his aesthetic as well. Until the time came for a special event.

Aphelio's hadn't imagined exactly what you would wear. But surely, it might be a long-sleeve and turtleneck to match your conservative style. He understood how you felt about your particular assets. He would never suggest you to wear anything that didn't make you feel secure.

He was absolutely wrong. So, so, so wrong. (Wait. Did he actually like being wrong?) He got the long-sleeves part right. But the black mini-dress you sported hugged all the curves you possessed. With just a bit of thigh fat squeezed at the hem. If Aphelio's could ever speak again, he'd beg to be immediately silenced between those thighs. And at the top, there was a glorious boob-window that any e-girl would go absolutely rabid to have.

He had to look away a few times. Thankful to have a mask covering most of his flustered features. Maintaining a semblance of composure, he led you by the hand, speaking to you through squeezes between your hands.

Down the red-carpet, with flashing lights, the two of you posed. One camera man took a picture a little too angled for his liking. Your hand trembled in his. Blushing and holding your breath. Embarrassed tears pricked the corner of your eyes. Afraid of the possible lewdness that would be plastered in magazines. You didn't want to even imagine the headliners. And what would they say about Aphelio's? That he was dating some sort of 'all-boobs-no brains' bimbo? You wanted nothing like that for him.

Aphelio's sensed all of your emotions and didn't hesitate his next move. He dragged a discreet foot against the carpet, folding it in a manner that caused the paparazzo to trip. When the shady-cameraman fell, his camera smashed to pieces against the ground. The man dramatically fell to his knees, holding his head and weeping in buckets.

You gasped. Aphelio's merely rolled his eyes dismissively, tugging you way. He knitted his brows, and squeezed your hand tightly. You knew exactly what he did. You smiled, condensing your chest against his arm.

Feeling his face heat up again, he looked away. After acting so cool, and looking so cool, there's no way he'd let you see him blush like a high-school boy.

EZREAL

Ezreal never minded you wearing baggy clothes. He thought it was fun—for him! He loved diving underneath your oversized hoodie, and poke his head out the other side. Like you two were some odd circus attraction. That, or pretend he was a sailor drowning in a sea of boobies. He liked wearing the stylish hat.

He wasn't exactly sure what you would wear to the event, but he wished it was something he could fit inside later. He was joking. That was a total joke. So long as you were comfortable in it, he didn't mind.

When he saw you step out of the limo, his jaw completely dropped. He felt like one of those cool male-lead movie stars. Taking off his glasses in iconic slow-mo fashion, mouthing the words "Oh, Baby."

He spared zero time to lead you by the arm. Ready for from some press worthy photos he knew you two were going to absolutely rock.

Making it to the concessions room, where the liquor and horderves were plenty, it was prime time for music stars to socialize.

One young rapper approached, way too drunk off his drink, slurred with a smirk at your general direction. Commenting on whether or not Ezreal paid for you to have boob job in order to please him.

The giddy-boyish-sunshine smile turned utterly dark. The laugh he forced was ear grating. It chilled you to the bone. There was a flash of yellow. And briefly, you felt your arm empty of his presence. Then the scene unfolded. The man's drink completely spilled all over him. Another flash. He was pushed, stumbling to the ground.

Ezreal merely snickered into his suit sleeve when bouncers in the room dragged the drunk man away by the collar. Deeming him too drunk and unfit for the show, and subsequently tossed out.

Ezreal tugged you off to a far, secluded corner. He took you into his arms, squeezing tightly. Apologizing into your ear. You smiled softly, and rubbed his the back. Reassuring him you weren't hurt by the comment. And gave him a grateful kiss into his hair for sticking up for you.

KAYN

Kayn 'Big ol' Tiddle Bitties'. If he could change his middle name to that, he would. It'd be his other rap persona, in ode to your breasts. Rhaast approved. And sure, you may be insecure about them, but Kayn fucking hell wasn't. He swore, one day, he would scream in praise at the rooftops. (Thankfully that hasn't happened...yet.)

He prayed to every demon, anti-christ, Eldritch God on this forsaken plane of existence for you to bless his presence with those huge knockers. And holy shit, did you ever at the event.

From the outfit alone, if he leashed himself for you, and placed a crop in your hand, he'd be on all fours. This wouldn't be a classy event anymore. It'd be an all-out fetish party.

Sadly. Reality kept it to a red-carpeted event. Where he had to act professional. Lead you accordingly, and restrain himself on every level possible. It took all his effort to not just call an Uber and take you in nearest love-hotel.

After mingling before the show, it was time for the awards. You took your seat next to each other. As the event played on, with various performances, you felt something being thrown into your cleavage. You looked down, spotting popcorn. Turning a cheek, you saw a group of young men laughing. Making comments about your breasts, and high-fiving one another when they 'made the shot'.

Kayn noticed. And boy, was he about to lose his shit during a performance speech. You placed a hand against his chest, whispering for him not to make a scene, and not allow the clowns to hurt his reputation. Fine—he wouldn't commit a crime. But he would show them who they were fucking with.

You slapped a hand over your mouth, muffling any lewd noises. Kayn planted his face in your cleavage, biting and licking your chest. He took up all the popcorn, and spat it out the guys like buttered bullets. They jumped with looks of disgust, cursing under their breaths about how damn crazy he was. With a final growl, they scurried away.

Kayn cackled, and you had to shush him when Yone leaned back in his chair and gave a look.

an: holy shiii tysvm for this req. @ccraccz! you're a genius. pls keep stalking my page *smooches you* sadly i have to break this up into two parts, since I wasn't expecting to make it so long??? lmfao??? pls stay tuned for part 2

#heartsteel #heartsteel x reader #aphelios #sheida kayn #ezreal #kayn x reader #aphelios x reader #ezreal x reader #x reader #reader insert #league of legends #league imagines #LoL #request #reqs open #part 2 coming soon #yone cameo in kayn's section is what i live for

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vorfreudevortex · 4 months ago

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a portrait of us - twelve

a nanami x reader smau

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notes: 4.5k words. y'all i meant for this to be like 800 words... idk what happened. it's literally just smut omg. also it's my first time writing smut so i'm sorry in advance for the bad writing LMAO

warnings: mdni, smut, passionate, unprotected sex, praise, a little bit of size kink, premature ejaculation, creampie, slight breeding kink, oral, fingering, tiny bit of squirting, a little overstimulation, cervix fucking, a little begging, drinking, alcohol, missionary, idk i think that's it i'm so sorry lmao

it had been hours.

you and kento lay on the hotel bed, still in your nice clothes, facing each other. between you, a nearly empty, exquisitely priced bottle of sake rested in a bucket of ice on a wooden tray.

“you should save that for something special," kento had advised when you first retrieved it from the minibar.

“and being here with you isn’t special enough?” you replied with a smile, fumbling for an ochoko.

time had become irrelevant, lost in the warmth of laughter and conversation. you couldn’t tell if your cheeks were flushed from the sake or the intimacy of the moment. you shared stories of life since you left—your adopted cat, your aging parents, college friends. kento mirrored your openness, speaking of his dreadful finance job, his affection for his kohai that wasn’t actually his kohai, and satoru's antics in meetings.

his gaze remained fixed on you, as did his hands—one clasping an empty ochoko, the other tenderly caressing yours. his white shirt, now creased and unbuttoned, spoke of the night’s passage. your dress lay haphazardly over the bed, riding up to expose a sliver of thigh. you didn’t notice kento's struggle to resist staring, his self-control like a painter’s careful restraint, trying not to let desire bleed out.

"satoru recently reminded me of when he caught us in your room,” you giggled, pouring the last of the sake into two cups. the night felt like an effortless continuation of your high school days, with barely a pause in the conversation.

“oh god, i remember. i don’t think i stopped blushing for three days,” kento smiled before downing the sake with you. “what was that awful phrase he used… swapping spit?”

“why was it so hard for everyone to believe we weren’t together?” you laughed. “it couldn’t have been the kissing.”

“or my confessions to yu.”

“or mine to shoko.”

“or the way i couldn’t look at you without blushing.”

“or us always disappearing at the same time.”

he met your gaze with a grin. “we were just kids back then.”

you nodded, returning his smile. “just foolish, really.”

he chuckled softly, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “we should probably get some sleep.”

“i agree, i have a meeting tomorrow,” you sighed. “but i'm not tired at all.”

“me neither,” he admitted. "i'd be happy to take you to your meeting, if you’d like.”

“i'd love that,” you blushed, eager to spend more time with him. “i should change out of this dress.”

kento reluctantly let go of your hand as you disappeared into the bathroom. he rose from the bed to tidy up, placing the empty sake bottle and bucket on the desk beside his harness and cleaver. he then looked out the large window, taking in the shimmering tokyo lights.

“kento?”

your voice pulled him from his thoughts. he turned to see you outside the bathroom, wearing a shy smile.

“my zipper is stuck… could you help me?”

“of course,” he replied.

in the bathroom, kento gently swept your hair over your shoulder, his fingers brushing the nape of your neck. your eyes fluttered at the warmth of his breath on your skin. he grasped the zipper, humming after a few unsuccessful tugs.

“you might have to sleep in this dress, darling,” he teased.

“i hope not,” you grinned. “it’s not the most comfortable.”

finally, the zipper gave way, though kento secretly wished the moment could last a little longer.

“there,” he whispered. a finger flitted over the knots of your spine as he slowly pulled downwards, landing just above your tailbone. kento's breathe hitched, noticing the tiniest bit of the hem of your panties peeking out, black and lacy.

“all finished,” he said hoarsely with one hand on your waist and the other still on the zipper, unable to let go.

“thank you,” you whispered.

you met his eyes in the mirror. kento swore he’d never met anyone so beautiful. flushed cheeks, delicate hands at your chest to hold up your dress, one sleeve hanging loosely by your elbow while to other was threatening to.

you were about to step away when his hand tightened its grip on your waist and the other glide up your spine, sending shivers through your body before coming to a stop on your bare shoulder. dipping his head, he placed a feathered kiss where your neck and spine met.

“beautiful,” he murmured, your eyes fluttered closed.

calloused fingers danced down your arm, laboring your breathing as another velvety was placed on your shoulder. more kisses trailed up the side of your neck, reaching your ear and sending waves of goosebumps over you.

“i missed you,” he breathed.

you couldn’t take it anymore. you turned around and pressed into him, clutching his shirt with one hand while the other settled on the back of his head, feverishly kissing him. teeth clicked together as you delved in messily, kento groaning as he aimlessly grasped at your dress and hips.

“i missed you more,” you pulled away for just a moment.

kento backed you against the marble counter and lifted you by the back of your thighs to sit you on top. he only pulled away to placed hot, wet kisses down your neck and jaw. his brain and cock stuttered hearing you whimper in response and tugged you closer, making you widen your legs around him as your pelvis met his.

“forgive me,” he panted before lunging back into your lips and sucking your tongue.

needy hands grabbed at his shirt, both of you gasping into each others mouths as if you’d been starved of each other. you were starved of each other. kento involuntarily whined as he ground into your core.

you desperately pulled at the buttons of his shirt while his hands ventured up your thighs until they reached the tantalizing lace of your panties. fingers found their way between your legs, pressing against your clothed clit, eliciting a shuddered whine from you, finally satiating that burning need for friction. teeth found their way to kento's neck, biting and skimming mindlessly against his hot skin.

kento's brain completely malfunctioned upon feeling that you’d completely soaked through your panties, making his hard length throb in need. noticing his hesitation, you lifted your head, panting.

he took in the sight in front of him. hands buried underneath layers of your dress, one on your hip and the other against your heat. his shirt unbuttoned, exposing his tight chest and abs, your dress still hanging loosely from your arms, revealing hints of a matching black lingerie set.

your cheeks flushed as kento's blown out pupils focused on the dip of your heaving sternum. fingers ran up and through his hair as he planted a wet kiss on the peak of your collarbone.

sucking on your collarbone, he pinched your throbbing bud through the lace, earning him tensing thighs and a soft whimper from you.

“ken, please…” you breathed.

you did not have to tell him twice.

he effortlessly carried you into the bedroom, laying you gently on the fluffy white sheets. frantically, you tugged the shirt off his shoulders while he slid your dress down and discarded it on the floor.

he knelt over you, stopping to take in your sultry appearance while hands sketched over your curves. your hair splayed over the pillow and eyes wide with need, the black lingerie protected the parts of you that kento needed most. realizing this was the first he'd seen you this vulnerable, you draped an arm over your chest to shyly protect yourself from his boring gaze.

“don’t,” he breathed, softly grabbing your arm. “i want to see you, need to see you.”

“wait,” you whispered, he let go of you immediately.

reaching up, you brushed over his chest, specifically the faint scars littered on it. his eyes fluttered down to meet your silken touches. they roamed to his shoulder, running over a harsh, burning red divot, suspiciously a similar size of a harness that was placed across the room.

“ken, are these all…?” your eyes drifted down to a large gash in his side that had only recently begun to heal.

“they don’t hurt,” he shushed you. “you have them as well, darling.”

calloused fingers skimmed lovingly over a large scar on your rib cage, one that haunted you as it was from that day from a decade ago. his other hand felt over a small one on your arm. the marks were years healed, almost blending into the skin around them.

“it’s not the same.”

“i know, it’s alright. don’t worry about them,” leaning down to press tender, reassuring kisses in the crook of your neck. you quickly forgot about the matter and your hand came up to fumble with the waistband of his pants.

“no,” kento said, grabbing your hand. you looked at him with big, nervous eyes.

“oh… i-i'm sorry, i-”

“-i don’t want you to do anything, i want you to relax.”

you blinked in confusion. “what?”

“i've dreamed about this for so long,” he murmured, bringing your hand to the bed beside your head. “so please… just let me take care of you.”

“but…” your eyes fluttered shut as his lips found your neck again and his hand traveled up and down your thighs.

“shh, darling. just lay there and look pretty for me. let me take care of you, make you feel good.” a startled whimper escaped your throat as kento pinched your nipple through the thin material and his other hand squeezed the fat of your hips.

“can you do that for me, love?”

“yes, ken,” you moaned, all your thoughts vanishing. “a-anything you want.”

he pressed his mouth to yours in response. kento's length strained painfully against his trousers, but he didn’t care. he had waited ten long years for this, dreaming about everything he wanted to do to you. every kiss, every touch. his body buzzed with nerves but he wasn’t going to let them get in the way of treating you exactly the way you deserved while he still could.

worn hands reached under you, forcing your back to arch and chests brush against each other as he unclasped your bra. lips found your hardened nipple as his fingers twirled and pulled on the other, eliciting saccharine moans from your throat, hands running through his silky blonde hair. a particularly harsh tug sent burning pleasure through you and hips bucked.

finally, he trailed down and started to rub faint circles on your clit while his tongue attacked your other breast.

“kento, please,” you whined, grinding your hips further into his hand and earning a hum from him.

“patience,” he smiled, but he was already pulling the lace over your aching cunt to the side.

calloused fingers swirled up the slick pooling at your entrance while hot kisses painted your jaw. he groaned at the contact, you were already panting.

“so wet for me already,” he whispered in your ear, leaving you clenching at nothing. “god, you’re perfect.”

he slid a finger easily inside your pussy, both of you moaning while your grip in his hair tightened. the sweet nothings he whispered in your ear as he pumped into you went straight to your dripping pussy. when he finally added a second finger, you hoarsely whined, your walls clenching so tight around his thick fingers that it caused his own cock to twitch with need. a blush spread over your face and chest as you realized you were already close to your orgasm from only a few minutes of stimulation.

“fuck- ken,” you heaved, clamping your eyes shut as you felt the pressure in your abdomen continue to build. "i-i'm sorry, i'm close- hah.”

“i know, darling,” he nipped at your ear and curled his fingers up into your gummy walls. “don’t be sorry. just cum for me, yeah?”

“y-yeah,” your fingers dug into his shoulder as the pressure threatened to peak. he gently grabbed your jaw and tilted your face up toward his.

“look at me, love. i want to see you when you make a mess on my fingers.”

your eyes fluttered open to meet his. kento looked down at you with lips parted and panting, with pupils so blown with lust you could barely see the brown in them. as soon as you made eye contact with him, your body shot into a blinding pleasure as you came. throwing your head back with rolled back eyes, breathe caught in your throat, back arching off the bed, and thighs quivering as your pussy pulsed wildly around his digits.

“that’s it, darling. so good, so so good for me,” he whispered in your ear through your shaky moans, praising you through it. “you look so beautiful like this, making a mess around me just like you deserve.”

“k-ken…” you gasped for air and clawed into his back as he continued to rub circles on your clit as you came down. the sight of you was so alluring, he had to bite his lip to keep his own painful, throbbing cock from cumming in his pants. still reeling, you hardly noticed the wet nips and kisses that trailed down your flushed and sweating curves as he made his way to between your legs.

his first gentle kiss on the sensitive skin of the inside of your trembling thigh is what brought you back to reality. you gasped at the contact and your hands flew to his head.

“ken! n-no, you don’t need to-”

“i want to,” he mumbled, nipping at your other thigh before soothing the pain with his searing hot tongue. “please don’t deny me of this.”

you weren’t sure if he was asking or demanding. either way, his words made your cheeks hot and core clench with need. you hadn’t had intimacy like this in a long time, let alone with someone so sensual and focused on pleasing you, and only you. your mind filled with a million thoughts and none at the same time as kento continued his loving attacks on your thighs, hands roaming your body. noticing your hesitation, he pulled away to raise his head.

“are you alright, darling?”

“i-yes, yes. i just haven’t done this in a long time. and you, you’re just so…” you trailed off, nervously looking off to the side.

“i'm just so…?”

“just so- i don’t know,” you laid the back of your hand over your eyes, suddenly realizing what was happening. you felt so seen, laid out in front of kento of all people, thighs spread around his face with your skimpy panties pulled to the side for him to see. you couldn’t ignore his long gazes at your weeping slit.

he raised himself up and planted a soft kiss on your cheek.

“you can tell me, darling,” he reassured. “we don’t have to, we can go to sleep right now.”

“so perfect,” you mumbled.

“what was that?” he delicately lifted your hand from your eyes. “look at me.”

you blushed and turned your head back towards him, eyes first landing on his nose before finding the courage to look directly in his eyes.

“you’re just so perfect.”

he smiled, dimples forming on his cheeks and pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist. “i'm not so sure.”

you cupped his face and brought him in for a searing kiss, smiling as you pulled away.

“do you want to sleep?” he asked, eyes darting down to your mouth.

“no…”

they darted back up to meet your eyes. “may i?” he breathed.

“please?”

he kissed you once more before sitting up on his knees, hooking fingers around the band of your panties, slowly sliding them down your legs. a fat bead of precum dripped down his inhibited length when he spotted the string of slick that stretched between your pussy and panties as he removed them. he watched your face intently, taking in every twitch of your lips and the lustful gaze in your half-lidded eyes, you were so focused on his hands and chest that you didn’t notice.

after discarding your soiled lingerie on the floor, kento lifted your leg, pressing sweet kisses to it while his hand roamed your thigh, starting at the ankle and making his way up. everything touch and graze of his kept you in a trance. he couldn’t stop himself from stealing more glances at your sopping cunt, which was drooling onto the sheets beneath you.

“god, look at you,” he groaned, positioning himself back between your legs with them comfortably placed over each of his shoulders. you felt his shaky, hot breathes against your core, sending tingles through your body. he pressed a soft kiss against your clit that forced a gasp from your throat and a hum from him.

although you were just laying there, eyes trained on kento and fingers intertwined in his hair, you were out of breathe and hot, like you’d just ran a mile. but nothing could’ve prepared you for the fire that would erupt in your abdomen as he finally laid his tongue flat against you with a long, slow swipe from your hole up to your clit.

“oh, fuuuck,” you cried, your hips involuntarily bucking, fingers tightening in his hair, eliciting a deep moan from kento's throat. the vibration sent goosebumps up your entire body. rough hands tightened around the fat of your hips to keep you in place as he gifted you with another long stroke.

he continued his loving attack on your bud while languish whimpers and whines continued to fall from your lips, hips writhing helplessly in his grasp. you damn near fell apart when the wet muscle pushing past the ring of resistance and into your crying cunt.

"k-kento,” you whimpered.

“you taste so good, darling,” he groaned against you. “can’t get enough- need you.” he replaced his tongue with a finger, but not before reaching down and unzipping his pants to allow his aching length some relief. his digits didn’t fail to make you clench wildly and feel small pressure as began to curl it up into your velvety walls. a second finger soon entered while he placed loving strokes and sucks with his tongue on your sensitive bud.

you’ve never been in a place of so much pleasure. his deep moans and needy breathes, the combination of stimulation against your clit and stretching sweet spot, the idea of being laid out for kento to have you- all of you, was enough to push you over the edge.

“fuck, ken- i-”

“gonna cum, darling?”

“y-yeah,” you gasped, biting your lip as you felt yourself climb to your peak.

“then cum for me, love,” he commanded, and the sound of his voice with one last deep pump of his fingers was all it took for your orgasm to take over with another clenching fit of your cunt and thighs as you repeatedly stammered his name through your high.

kento finger-fucked you delicately down from your orgasm, slowly removing them when your shivering slowed and hands released his tousled blonde hair. he pulled of his trousers, huffing at the freedom his cock felt, and knelt over you once more. he lovingly swept sweaty strand of hair from your forehead, peppering it with kisses.

“are you alright, darling?” he asked with a kiss on your panting lips. you nodded, eyes fluttering open to meet his with a smile. you were more alright than you’ve ever been, but you still felt an aching need that could only be satisfied by him.

"kento,” you murmured, feeling his abs tense as you fumbled with the waistband of his boxers. “i need…”

“you need what?” he huffed, eyes glazed over with lust.

“i need you,” you whined, cupping his length through the cloth. “i need all of you, please?”

he groaned, meeting you with a passionate kiss. “are you sure?”

“yes, please. i'm sure… need you,” you whispered.

“fuck,” he pushed off his boxers. “i need you, too.”

settling over your with a forearm beside your head, he kissed you fervently; tongues tangling while he spread his precum with his fist down his cock, doing the same with his raging red tip up and down your soaked core. kento knew he wouldn’t last long, you knew after spotting his girthy, long length that you wouldn’t either.

“forgive me, it’s been a while,” he blushed. “i probably won’t last.”

“me neither, i don’t care” you murmured with a smile and reassuring fingers fluttering over his arms and back.

“you can always tell me to stop, understand?”

“i know,” you whispered, grazing his bottom lip with your finger. “please, ken?”

“i could never deny you,” as he finally pushed his tip in, both of you moaning at the pressure. beads of sweat slowly dripped down his temple as he watched himself slowly inch himself into your pulsing heat with half-lidded eyes, already in a daze. he pushed through the tight ring of resistance, pausing in place after hearing your whimpers and feeling your nails dig into his tightened biceps.

“are you alright, love?” he panted.

“yes,” you nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer, tears of pain and pleasure slipping from your eyes as you smiled at the feeling of being deliciously stretched by kento's cock. “keep going, please?”

he swiped your tears with the pad of his thumbs before kissing you lovingly and pushing further into you, both of you a whimpering mess as your clit finally reached his hilt, kissing your cervix with his leaking tip. he followed with soft, shallow thrusts to allow you to adjust to the stretch, worried about causing you pain.

“you’re taking me so well, darling. so pretty laid out for me like this.”

soon, your whimpers turned to sweet, pleasured moans, giving him permission to increase his pace. kento felt every clench and pulse of your crying cunt as he softly tapped your cervix with every thrust of his hips, every rut spreading more of your slick on his balls and pelvis, your thighs, and onto the sheets below. the sight of you under him, flushed cheeks and panting lips chanting his name, was more than enough for him. his peak came fast, almost all at once.

“sh-shit, i'm s-sorry, darling,” he stuttered, quickly pulling out and leaving you whining at the sudden emptiness. his length jerked over your pelvis as it shot fat, milky white threads of searing cum over your stomach.

"fuuuck,” kento groaned, head buried in your neck, one hand tightly gripping the pillow underneath your head and the other on your hip. his stomach tightened with every pulse and you cried in pleasure as you felt his cum drip over the curves of your waist and pool in your navel.

he nipped at your collarbone, panting and hot as he came down from his high before raising his head and kissing you feverishly.

“i want more, need more,” he panted, using his rough, thick fingers and messily spreading his cum around your stomach, painting it with lustful strokes.

“yes, please, please, ken,” you begged, cupping his face in your hands. he prodded at your sopping wet entrance before pushing into you once more.

“you’re so good to me,” he breathed in your ear as he held you tight through your whimpers and cries. “so good, so beautiful lying under me, letting me take care of you.”

he suddenly sat back on his knees and hugged your legs to his chest, your feet dangling over his shoulders and he lifted you to a new angle that rutted into your sweet spot just right, leaving you a babbling and whining mess as you gripped the sheets beside you.

“oh god, oh- ken,” you cried, back arching off the bed as he kissed and nipped your ankles, his eyes boring into you. you- your swollen lips chanting his name, your neck and chest littered with love marks, your hardened nipples pointing towards the sky, your stomach and curves painted with his seed, your wet cunt pulling and pushing his throbbing cock, your thighs and ass that shook with every thrust.

his calloused thumb met your sensitive clit with quick circles that made kento clench his jaw when you tightened around him almost painfully.

“i'm c-cumming!” you cried. “ah! ken-”

your orgasm crashed over you like it never had before, electricity shooting through every nerve in your body as you shook uncontrollably under him. he couldn’t do anything but continue to ram into you over and over with brutally deep strokes; addicted to your feeling, watching with widened eyes and blown out pupils when you squealed and released a small gush of clear, hot liquid onto kento's cock and pelvis.

"keeennnn,” you hoarsely moaned, only the whites of your eyes showing as your high seemingly never ended. "thank you, thank you, thank you,” you babbled nonsensically.

“taking me so good, fuck, i can’t get enough of you,” he huffed, watching your squirt drip down his pelvis and listening to the lewd squelching of your cunt before spreading your thighs around his waist once more and leaning over to kiss you. “shit, i'm close, too.”

“cum in me, ken,” you hoarsely begged, still senseless and coming down from your high as you clawed into his back. your words alone were almost enough to make him give in to you on the spot, eyes rolling back and teeth gritting together to stop himself from doing so.

“d-don’t say that,” he growled.

“please, please, ken,” you whined. “need it, i need you, please.”

“don’t, hah- beg like that,” his sweaty forehead rested against yours, unable to hold back any longer and suddenly not giving a shit about any remaining inhibitions. “i- darling, f-fuck.”

he held you tight against him, muscles spasming while his hips harshly slammed into yours, kissing your cervix every time. you moaned wildly as his fat cock stretched you wider and coated your saccharine walls with a thick layer of cum. you spiraled into yet another orgasm as kento fucked his hot spurts deeper and deeper into you by his malicious thrusts, nails clawing into his back and shaky whines escaping your swollen lips over the the heinously alluring sounds of your wet pussy.

you shared sleepy, lazy, hot kisses with each other as both of you reeled from your highs. reluctantly, he carefully pulled out, listening to your soft whimpers at the sudden emptiness and the feeling of his hot cum seeping out of you onto the sheets.

“missed you, ken,” you whispered, eyelashes fluttering against his cheek.

“i missed you more.”

he held you tight, unwilling to let you go ever again, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. a decade of pain and longing had suddenly vanished as you laid together, vulnerable and exhausted. you felt like you could cry, thoughts of this evening finally returning into your mind as you relished in his warm embrace. kento was the same, re-memorizing the hue of your hair and the tint of your swollen lips; mindlessly muttering praises for you like he’d dreamed about for so long.

neither of you noticed the sun peeking over the city skyline, the light reflecting off windows into your room like sequins dancing over your bodies, painting your skins in a shade of gold you could never replicate if you tried.

ahem, anyways...

next: part thirteen

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