#I simultaneously want to kiss him on the forehead but also put him in a blender set on high

[riki-dazed]

Best friends can kiss, right? -- PART 2

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Your eyes search Riki's for any hint of jest or sincerity, a knot forms within your stomach as you try to make sense of the sudden shift in atmosphere.

Did I hear that correctly?

He must be joking. Right?

The question continues to hang in the air as you stay cuddled into his side, mere inches away from his face. The warmth in which you felt radiate off his hoodie moments prior has now doubled in temperature.

You wait patiently for Riki to crack a smile, expecting him to mention that he's joking around, as his unserious self always does. But instead, your heart nearly leaps out of your chest as you watch his seated figure begin to lean closer into you, your eyes instinctively close shut as you brace yourself for whatever is about to unfold.

It's finally happening..

Your mouth emits a barely audible gasp as Riki's pillowy lips come into contact with your forehead, his hand finding its way to the back of your head, gently keeping you in place for him. His lips linger on you for what feels like an eternity, the warmth of his breath against your skin causes a sense of calmness to flush over your stiff body. Nerves in which had settled upon you moments prior were nowhere to be found anymore.

You open your eyes to find him pulling away from your face, and you can't help but almost feel a tinge of disappointment; a sense of longing for his lips to be moving against other places, and not just your forehead.

Your cheeks flush at the racing thoughts within your mind as one of your hands finds its way up his torso, clinging onto the fabric of his hoodie that covers his chest. Your touch leaves Riki slightly surprised, prompting him to conceal his emotions behind a composed facade.

You pout, your gaze set on his, "Nishimura Riki, is that all you've got..?"

Just tell me how we can make this work

Your best friend returns a small smile, the both of you listening to the quiet melody in the background fade into a comfortable silence. Riki's heart rate picks up with every passing second as you continue to search his eyes, he wonders if you can tell just how much your puppy-eyed gaze is taking an effect upon him.

"Y/n," He reluctantly begins, his voice even more hushed now that there's nothing playing through his speakers. His tall body shifts to find a comfier position on the small sofa, his hand simultaneously pulls you back into his side, "...I don't want to rush you."

You furrow your eyebrows at the sweet boy, giving him a look that screams playful annoyance. A shy smile creeps onto your lips also, your heart warming at how considerate he always is with you.

"I've waited for this since the day we first met, Riki,"

His gaze burns into yours as he tries to process the words he's just heard you say. A part of him knew this, though, he's always loved you too much to put your friendship at risk. In this moment, and with the help of your confession, Riki realizes that some people are just worth taking these sort of risks for.

His eyes shy away, "Me too,"

Riki's calm reply leaves you feeling each and every butterfly within your body flutter its wings, without restraint. Finding a sudden boost of confidence within yourself, you take the opportunity to shift your position. Both of your hands are now situated atop Riki's chest as your knees rest on either side of his hips, the pace of his breathing quickening beneath your touch is dangerously noticeable to you.

This is so unlike him

The realization that you're straddling him feels surreal to Riki, like a scenario he could have only ever dreamed of actually happening. He's looking up at you with an expression akin to a lost puppy, his arms resting on either side of him. He's uncertain of what to do with his hands.

"Then don't make me wait any longer," Your voice is laced with anticipation and longing, your gaze falling to his mouth in which hangs slightly open.

And just like that, the look in Riki's eyes changes entirely, like your words had just flipped a switch within him; you realize that you've just added fuel to a long running fire.

Riki doesn't dare to make you wait another second longer. He lifts his back off the sofa, closing the distance between your bodies. The boundaries set between your friendship begin to blur as Riki's lips finally start to move against yours fervently, causing you to melt against him into a tender reciprocation. You'd be lying if you were to say that you've never kissed him in your past daydreams, though, you never expected it to be this good in real life.

The silent world around you fades into insignificance as you tug at Riki's hoodie, his hands finally settling on the small of your back, pulling you even closer to him; as if he's afraid to let you go.

The kiss you share with him is needy, both of you hungry to taste one another for the first time. Sounds of want and desperation wash throughout the small studio, creating an intimate symphony in which completely envelopes the both of you. Your mind is completely blank, the only thing being present within it being the thought of how good Riki's lips feel against yours currently. The biting, the sucking.. You start to wonder where he learnt to kiss like this.

Your hands trail up Riki's chest, they rest on his shoulders as you gently push his back against the plush sofa. The both of you take a moment to catch your breaths when your lips detach from one another's, your chests rising and falling in synchrony. You struggle to make sense of what has just happened.

"Is that all you've got?" The almost panting boy mockingly teases, refering to your previous question from minutes ago.

A menacing smile washes over his face as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, his hands settling on your hips. You scoff in reply, leaning back into him to leave one final, wet kiss against his now slightly swollen, and pink lips.

He tastes so good.

"Mm, this is nice. I like this," Riki sighs contently as his long arms wrap around you, squishing your figure against his. A chuckle escapes you as you proceed to lay your head against his chest. "We should do this more often."

"So, is this where I ask what are we..?" You tease with a smile as you gaze up into his face.

Riki's eyes shut as he chuckles away, hugging you tighter in the process. The feeling of his chest moving against your body with his laughter causes your eyes to ever so slightly tear up, out of pure love, and adoration. His happiness radiates a different kind of warmth throughout your body.

This is where I belong.

Three AM soon turns into the early hours of the morning as you continue to sleep peacefully, your limbs intertwined, the both of you embracing one another closely on the cramped studio sofa.

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[carolmunson]

18+ stoned!reader x stoned!eddie, some semi smut found this in my drafts from a couple days ago that i wrote when i was...also stoned. utter nonesense, most of it.

“Shh—hehe-shh, no, no, we have to be — hahaha — sh, sh, quiet,” he whisper yells, stumbling over himself while he nearly knocks a lamp off of a side table in Steve Harrington’s living room. The rest of the gang filled the guest bedrooms, leaving you both on the pull out couch.

His sweaty hand clasps yours as you finally make it to the kitchen, squinting in the light against the white tiles.

“Ugh, put the dimmer on,” you whine into another peal of ‘quiet’ giggles.

“Okay, okay,” he nods, leaning against the wall while he twists the light switch knob, the lights going to a low yellow.

“That’s better — shit,” he huffs, grinning.

“What?” you grin back,

“M’stoned as shit, babe,” he laughs, rubbing his swollen red eyes.

“Me—haha, me too,” you laugh back. You both make your way to the abandoned s’mores ingredients on the counter, the reason for the adventure to the kitchen.

“I don’t really get marshmallows,” he says, popping one into his mouth, “Li’ I get them, buh I don’ really get them.”

“True, true,” you nod, breaking a graham cracker in half, staring at the crumbs on the marble, “They’re like — oh my god — holy shit, they’re a fake food.”

“Babe, fuck — you’re so right,” he nods, “Like what’re they even made of?”

“Like…plastic, babe. I think they’re plastic,” you nod back, eyes as wide as they can go — and it’s not wide at all, “Like from space. They’re space plastic.”

“They’re totally space plastic,” he agrees, putting another one in his mouth, “Tasthy, shug-ry, spacthe, plasdic.”

“M’so thirsty,” you complain, turning the sink on with little grace, leaning forward to drink from the faucet.

“Aw, shit, me too — move,” Eddie grumbles, holding his hair back and hip bumping you out of the way.

“Hey!” you whine, hip bumping him back, knocking your forehead against his to get back to the water.

“You hey!” he laughs back, face half reproachful and half mischievous, “I’ll count to five and then hahaha, then it’s my turn.”

You drink quick while he counts down, taking turns in intervals of five until you both think you’ve been drinking water for hours.

“3, 4…”

“Okay enough, you’re waterboarding me,” you gasp after a gulp, turning the sink off.

“You don’t even know what that means.”

“No Ed, you don’t even know what that means.”

“No you,” he tuts, leaning in for a kiss.

“No you,” you tut back, letting him kiss you softly. Unsurprisingly, you both let out simultaneous groans, knowing you’re both on shaky ground if you keep at it. It takes little effort for him to convince you to sit up on the island counter so his hips can line up against yours, ringed and tattooed hands gripping your thighs without thought or care behind it, just need. Just bare need from the roots. He pushes forward, the hard on tenting his boxers pressing up flat against you. Two more breathy groans coming from between your kisses while he rocks against your panties.

“I don’t have a condom with me,” he whispers against your lips.

“Sss…hmmm, it’s okay,” you mumble out, swollen eyes now shut while your body tingles through with pleasure, “S’feelin’reallygood babe.”

“You all extra sensitive?” he asks, the giggles gone, just eyes that want you — brain focused now on chasing the pleasure in his groin.

“Yeah,” you whimper, his chest pressing up against yours when he brings his mouth to your neck. To your spot. The whine you let out is a little too loud and you both know it — enough that he covers your mouth while he keeps going, hips still grinding in a steady rhythm against you. He tugs you down back to the floor by your hips, turning you around without a second thought, oversized t-shirt rucked up to your waist.

“You want me?” he asks, pulling your panties to the side. You nod hurriedly.

“Please,” you whisper, hips wiggling — which makes him laugh, which makes you laugh, and then you look at the marshmallows on the counter and it’s space plastic all over again. Giggles and kisses while he gets ready to ease into you and put you both to bed exhausted.

“I hope the aliens don’t come,” you murmur between sloppy pecks, “For the space plastic.”

The light in the kitchen gets bright, bright, bright, “We’re getting abducted babe.”

“What’re you talking about?” Steve’s annoyed voice echos from the other end of the room, “You guys are being so loud.”

You and Eddie separate like embarrassed high schoolers who got caught kissing behind the bleachers. Like dad walked in on something he shouldn’t have.

“Sorry, Harrington,” Eddie smirks, “We were just—”

“Getting water!” you interrupt.

“Yeah I see that,” Steve huffs, crossing his arms, “It’s all over the floor.”

He’s not wrong, it is, the two of you looking at the tile like kids who are definitely in trouble.

“We’ll clean it up Steve, sorry,” Eddie assures, much more apologetic now.

“Just — go to bed guys,” he sighs, “Or I’m making you sleep in separate rooms next time.”

When he leaves you both toss each other a look, mocking Steve’s exasperated face with another silent outbreak of breathy giggles. After wiping up the water, you put away the snacks together and click the light off, settling back down in the pull out couch under the covers. The high now holding you down in a cozy grip, making your eyes lull and your breaths slow.

“M’sleepy,” you whisper under the crisp sheets.

“Me too,” he nods, intertwining his limbs with yours like he does every night. Curly hair creeping onto your face while he settles his head in the crook of your neck, “But babe?”

“Yeah?” you ask into the quiet of the room, eyes closed, sleep pulling you further and further away.

“M’gonna rail you when we get home tomorrow,” he mutters, half asleep.

“M’kay,” you nod, “Thass—that sounds good. I like that. I’ll get us a ticket.”

“Hm?”

“For the rail…for the railroad.”

“I’ve been workin’ on the rail road,” he sings quietly.

“All the live long day…” you both harmonize, more giggles, sleepy giggles.

“I’ve been workin’ on the rail road, just to pass the time away…”

“Guys,” Steve’s sharp whisper calls from the stairs, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight Steve,” you mumble in unison, singing the song in quiet whispers — falling asleep before you even make it to the end.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

SANEGIYUUU AAANND <3 kisses!!

Giyuu likes kissing Sanemi's scars probably

Every single one—on his face, pressing his lips to the scars on his forehead, a kiss to his nose to wake up him up<3; on his chest in the opening of his uniform, laying on Sanemi's lap and trailing his finger along the scars before leaning up and pressing ilttle kisses all over his chest; holding Sanemi's hand and sometimes just lifting it up to his lips, slowly making his way up his arm

Giyuu does this every chance he gets but it never fails to make Sanemi all flustered, looking away and trying to hide the pink that spreads along his cheeks

Sanemi prefers Giyuu's lips though—constantly pulling him in for make out sessions, fuck the location!! anywhere's a good place

But for the smaller touches, he likes kissing on either side of Giyuu's lips (just the edges) in hopes that they'll lift into a smile<3

He also likes kissing Giyuu where his blush is darkest, making it impossibly redder (he loves it though, making him a cute little mess<3)

^ his cheekbones, tip of his nose

When it's cold, Giyuu brings Sanemi's hand up, kissing between his fingers aughh

Let's not forget forehead kisses!! As mentioned before, Giyuu does this a lot as good morning's, cradling him in his arms<3 But typically, Sanemi wakes up first, waking Giyuu with lazy kisses all over his face, brushing aside his hair away

Okay now for their preference on themself

I think Giyuu doesn't really mind, but he loves the slower kisses, ones for the quiet and tranquility, ones he can fall asleep too

Sanemi's the opposite haha- He's all kiss attack!! [constantly pulling him in for make out sessions] It makes him all fluttery inside and he can never get enough

(but then, the more affectionate than lust-filled kisses make him putty in Giyuu's hands and he's too embarrassed to admit that he loves them soso much<3 he gets too flustered and wants to hide when he gets those, the little baby)

Both of them prefer to kiss in private, i think? Sanemi kisses Giyuu in public purely to make sure others know that Giyuu's his and only his but private kisses feel so much more intimate and they have the freedom to worry only about each other during time by themselves, so yes. private kisses>>

Can't forget the neck kisses though

Sanemi sometimes offers to put up Giyuu's hair, only to get sidetracked with kissing the nape of his neck, still holding up Giyuu's hair

Giyuu's a bit more shy with giving them though, but when he does kiss him there, it's usually when they're hugging or snuggling

If they're cuddling, he's going to kiss Sanemi's collarbone, wrapping his legs around Sanemi's waist and trailing little pecks from his neck to his chest (aaand we're back to the scars)

Or he's hugging Sanemi from behind, pressing his lips to his neck in a still kiss, eyes closed and humming quietly to himself

Sanemi also likes kissing while talking—like doing both simultaneously

He'll whisper sweet nothings into Giyuu's ear whilst kissing him

Kissing his cheek then moving towards the side of his head to tell him how much he loves him in a low voice that makes Giyuu's heart patter faster than rain <3

God I love them so much

[rosiesrroses]

Santa | mv1

Summary: In which Y/n and Max try to make Christmas special for their children.

Paring: dad!max verstappen x mom!reader

Warning: Just fluff. This is kinda short and not proofread.

Finished: 23 Dec. 2023

Posted: 25 Dec. 2023

Word count: 769

note: Merry Christmas ❤ These photos are not mine, I got them from pinterest.

My love for u is ever lasting, it will last until eternity ends~

y/n verstappen’s pov - around 6.30 am

“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Wake up!” 

I internally groaned as I heard my two four-year-old boys, Jamie and Colin, shout and began jumping on Max and I’s bed.

“Boys, please. Can we please use our inside voices? It’s still too early to be screaming like this” I try to reason with them. 

“But it’s Christmas momma,” Jamie said with a frown on his face.

“Yes, and momma is also really excited. But we can’t go screaming like this and wake everyone up, okay?” I asked them.

“Okay,” they both said and looked down onto the bed. 

“Why don’t we go downstairs and make some hot chocolate?” I asked them and they both eagerly nodded before jumping off the bed and running out of the bedroom.

“Max. Maxie,” I whispered in Max's ear, trying to wake him up. 

But he just groaned, mumbling incoherent words before turning to his left side and going back to snoring.  

“Max, can you please wake up?” I asked a little louder so that he could hear me this time.

“What?” he asked as he turned on his back still with his eyes closed.

This man is not a morning person.

“It’s Christmas and the kids are already downstairs waiting,” I said as he finally sat up. 

���Oh, yeah. Merry Chrismas schatje.” he smiled and he gave me a quick peck on the lips.

“Eww” Max and I heard as we finished and turned to see Jamie and Colin.

“Momma, you promised us hot chocolate!” Colin whined. 

“I know, I know. Let’s go make us some hot chocolate, and then we can go open all of our presents.” I said as I picked Colin up and held Jamie’s hand as we left the room.

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max verstappen’s pov - a couple hours later

“Don’t they look cute just playing with their toys?” Y/n asked as she stood beside me with a cup of coffee in her hands.

The minute the twins finished their hot chocolate, they tore all the presents open and have been playing with their toys ever since. 

And I just hummed as a response to Y/n’s question, not knowing what else to say. 

“What’s wrong?” Y/n asked me, putting her cup down on the counter.

“What? Nothing. Just thinking about tonight's Christmas party,” I sighed.

“Oh me too. I can’t wait to see everyone again,” Y/n smiled at the thought.

“Yeah, I was kind of thinking the opposite,” I confessed.

“What? Why?” Y/n frowned. 

“I don’t know. I just want to spend today inside, with my family,” I shrugged. 

“Okay, let me tell you what. The twins are really excited to go, so let’s just go for a couple of hours and see if we enjoy it,” she tried to reason with me.

“Okay, anything for you schatje,” I smiled and kissed her forehead. 

She smiled back at me and walked to the living room where the kids are sat, still playing with their toys. 

“Really?!” the twins both simultaneously shouted as Y/n whispered something to them.

“Yeah, so let’s go get ready and then we can leave,” Y/n nodded in confirmation.

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y/n vestappen’s pov - at the Christmas party

“Momma, why is Daddy dressed like Santa?” I heard Colin say as he tugged on my dress. 

Max was asked to dress like Santa for this year's Christmas party, and he was more than happy to.

But Max doesn’t have the best costume on, so the twins can definitely see that it is Max instead of Santa. 

“Well, that’s because Santa couldn’t make it. Santa’s wife is sick and she needs someone to care for her so Santa asked Daddy to be in his place tonight,” I lie.

“Oh, so Daddy thinks we think he’s Santa?” Jamie asked. Jamie has always been smart. 

“Yeah, so why don’t you two go say hi to “Santa”?” I wink at them. 

“Okay, momma,” Colin said and kissed my cheek before they left. 

“So, are you gonna tell Max that they know?” One of my friends asked me as I stood up from my crouching position. 

“Never,"

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Expecting Life with their pregnant partner

Featuring Toru Oikawa, Atsumu Miya and

Daichi Sawamura

Toru Oikawa x pregnant GN! Reader; Atsumu Miya x pregnant GN! Reader; Daichi Sawamura x pregnant GN! Reader

Warnings: fluff, reader being a tiny bit reckless

A/N: i really loved the Aizawa, Fatgum and Hawks version so I decided to expand it 😩 also thanks to @kingdaddydaichi for my current thighchi infatuation 🥲

Oikawa

“Hey love I’m home- oh my god YN are you ok?” Toru shouts as you look up from your positioned perched on the floor. He’s frantically throwing his bag to the ground while simultaneously trying to remove his shoes.

“Toru, calm down in fine!” You shout as your husband practically trips over his own feet trying to get to you as you sit on the floor. His hand goes to his chest when he sees what your doing, trying to calm himself and taking a seat on the couch.

“YN you nearly gave me a heart attack! Why are you painting your nails on the floor? I told you to go to the nail salon!” He scolded as you rolled your eyes and put the cap back on the polish.

“Toru, I have 5 weeks before my due date. I want to time my trips to get my nails done perfectly with my due date. I want to look nice when the baby gets here,” you pout as Toru shakes his head, rest his elbows on his knees.

“Love i’d pay for someone to come to the hospital to do you nails if it meant that much to you but you shouldn’t be getting on the floor like that when I’m not around,” he scolds as you glare back at him.

“I’ll have you know I’m perfectly capable of doing this on my own Toru!” You say, crossing your arms and turning your nose up at your husband.

“You want me to tell Iwa-Chan what you’ve been up too?” He says with a smirk as you neck snaps back, eyes widening

“You wouldn’t DARE!” You say and Toru takes out his phone.

“Say cheese darling,” he says before snapping a picture and showing it to you.

“Toru that’s not funny! Iwa will kick my butt if he finds out!” You whine.

“Then promise me this is the last time you’ll do this!” He says as he threatens to press send to his best friend.

You roll your eyes, resigning yourself the the fact that you have lost and nod in agreement.

“That wasn’t so hard now was it love,” Toru says before helping you off the ground, kissing your forehead lovingly.

Atsumu

Atsumu ran up the 3 flights of stairs to your shared apartment, not bothering to wait the extra few minutes for the elevator. When he received the phone call from Osamu saying, “don’t panic but Yn got hurt” every single thought flowed through this brain as he raced home to be with you.

“I’m here!! Where is Yn?” He said, slamming the door open as both you and Osamu jumped slightly at your husbands sudden entrance.

“Samu you freaking snitch!” You growled as Osamu rolled his eyes, moving out of the way as your husband closed in on you, examining you up and down for injuries, his vision landing on a towel in your hand.

“What the hell happened?” He shouted as you shushed him.

“Babe calm down! I’m fine, I literally just cut my finger while I was chopping up fruit it’s no big deal,” you said, as your husbands eyes landed on your hand.

“How deep is it? Do we need to take you the hospital? How much blood have you lost? Are you having any contractions? Is your waters broken?” Atsumu rattled out phrase after phrase as you just watched his panic stricken face.

“Sumu calm down would ya?!? It’s just a cut, nothing too deep or bad. Everything’s fine,” Osamu said as Atsumu’s head snapped to him.

“Then why did ya tell me?” He shouted back.

“I told ya not to panic ya idiot! I had it handled but I wanted you to know!” He said as he returned to your kitchen, putting away the onigiri he had brought you.

“YN why didn’t you just let Samu cut up your fruit baby? Ya knew he was comin!” Atsumu scolded as you frowned

“I can cut up fruit Sumu, I’m pregnant not helpless!” You said in return as Atsumu sighed.

“I know you’re not babe but please, I worry about ya being home when I’m at practice especially since I’m away from my phone. That’s why Samu comes to check on you. Please just promise me you’ll wait until I get home or Samu comes?” He begs as your instantly soften.

“Ok Sumu I promise,” you smile as your husband leans in, kissing your forehead.

“Gross get a room!” Osamu groans from the kitchen as Atsumu glares back at him.

“Why don’t cha get yourself a partner then it wouldn’t be so gross!” Your husband argues back.

You just sit there and sigh, resigning yourself to the fact that this, was in fact, your wonderful life.

Daichi

“Ummm- YN?” Your husband says as you studdenly bolt up, smacking your head on beam atop your attic.

“Ouch- crap, oh hey darling! How was work?” You say continuing to shift through boxes, your large belly serving as a stand as you move boxes from one location to another.

“It was fine, hey question- what the heck are you doing?” Your husband says, now standing on the top stair of the attic, as you finally find the box you were looking for.

“There it is!” You shout as you bring the box to your still very confused husband, “it’s the box of holiday decorations!”

Daichi gawked at you as you shifted your eyes from left to right, waiting for a response from your husband.

“YN it’s literally June, what do we need holiday decorations for?” He asks as you shrug.

“Well I was in the babies room and I was thinking about where to put the rocking chair. And then I got to thinking about how I’m to be rocking our baby to sleep in only a couple of months,” you said as Daichi tried to follow your logic.

“Ok babe but that still a few months away and we have yet to get to why you have holiday decorations out six months ahead of time?” He again questions.

“Well the baby is due in October and the last thing I’ll probably want to be doing is decorating for the holidays with a newborn. So I figured I’d decorate now and leave them up until next year,” you cheer, excited about your grand idea.

Daichi’s eyes widen as he tries to hold back a laugh, “ok babe well I’ll be around to help you in a few months so let’s just leave the decorations for now. And let’s not talk about how you shouldn’t even be up here. This attic is old and musty and what if you fell or something!”

You just roll your eyes and hand your husband the box, “your such a dad you know that! No wonder they called you ‘dadchi’ in high school.”

“No they didn’t Yn!” He protested

“Well not to your face love,” you laughed, heading down the stairs as you leave, your husband standing confused.

[lixiepixiedust]

"You work just as hard as me"

pairing — idolbf!jeongin x fem!reader; established relationship

word count — 3.2k

warnings — she/her reader, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, lots of kissing and cuddling, mild cussing, insecurity themes, reader is depicted as being really smart

summary — jeongin has always been insecure about his academics. ever since he met you, he knew you were the smartest girl he's ever met. you also always made it feel like he learned more from you than from school itself and he admired you for it. he never really attended high school and barely ever had good grades. due to this, jeongin always told himself he was just stupid and never deserved someone like you.

As you anxiously logged into your student portal to check your midterm results, your heart raced. Jeongin, being the supportive boyfriend he is, sat beside you, his eyes filled with anticipation. You both knew how much effort you had put into your studies, and the results would finally unveil the fruits of your hard work.

As the grade appeared on the screen, your eyes widened with disbelief. You had not only passed but had excelled beyond your own expectations. A brilliant smile broke across your face as you turned to Jeongin, who was watching you with eager eyes.

"Jeongin, look!" you exclaimed, pointing at the screen. "I got a 96! Can you believe it?"

Jeongin's face lit up with genuine joy as he took in the fantastic news. "Wow, that's amazing, Y/n! I knew you could do it!" He enveloped you in a warm hug, radiating pride. "I'm so proud of you."

You couldn't contain your happiness. You leaned back, gazing into Jeongin's eyes. With a beaming smile, Jeongin cupped your face in his hands and planted a sweet kiss on your lips. The excited bubbled up within you, and without thinking, you jumped onto him in sheer joy.

Jeongin, caught by surprise, chuckled at your joy. He playfully tickled you, his fingers dancing along your sides as you giggled uncontrollably. The room echoed with the sound of your laughter. Jeongin's laughter mingling with yours made the celebration even more special. As the tickling subsided, you found yourselves catching your breath, still enveloped in each other's warmth.

"I'm so, so happy, Jeongin!" you exclaimed, your eyes shining with delight.

Jeongin grinned, his eyes reflecting the shared happiness. "Oh, Y/n, I can tell! I'm thrilled for you. I love seeing you this happy."

Suddenly, your phone rang, and you quickly grabbed it, excitement still coursing through your veins. It was your best friend, and as soon as you answered, both of you screamed into your phones simultaneously. Jeongin watched with amusement as you and your best friend shared your excitement.

"I got above 95!" your best friend exclaimed.

"Stop it right now, same. I knew you'd do good, I literally told you," you shouted back, a wide grin on your face.

Jeongin smiled fondly as you and your best friend screamed at each other over the phone.

After the call, you turned to Jeongin, still beaming. "Can you believe it, Jeongin? We both did so well!"

Jeongin's eyes softened with pride. "I never doubted you for a second."

"Oh yea and she wants to go get food together tonight. Wanna come? It's just gonna be a few friends."

Jeongin thought about it for a moment, his expression shifting between contemplating the invitation and the commitments he had. He had literally rushed over to your apartment from practice earlier to be in time to see the results with you.

"I'd love to, Y/N," he said with a warm smile. "But I might need to head back soon. Practice and all."

You nodded in understanding, "No worries, Jeongin. Thanks for being here with me though. You really didn't have to,"

Jeongin gently cupped your face, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. "I wouldn't have missed it for the world. Go enjoy dinner with your friends, and we'll celebrate properly after, just the two of us."

A grin played on your lips as you asked, "So, you're coming back after practice?"

Jeongin's eyes sparkled with affection, and he replied, "Of course. When you come home, I'll be waiting right here for you."

You couldn't help but break into a wide smile, and you wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug. "I can't wait, Jeongin."

As you pulled away, Jeongin's phone buzzed with messages from his fellow members. He chuckled as he read the texts, realizing that he had overstayed his initially planned break.

"Looks like they want me back," Jeongin said, showing you the messages. "I told them I'd be away for only half an hour, but turns out I went over time."

You playfully shooed him away, "Go, go! They need you. We'll have plenty of time together later."

Jeongin grinned, giving you one last kiss before standing up from the couch. "I'll see you soon, Y/N. Save some of that happiness for me."

As he made his way towards the door, he slipped on his shoes. Opening the door, Jeongin turned to look at you, his eyes filled with fondness.

In a soft tone he said a little "Bye," with a smile. With that, he stepped out into the hallway, closing the door gently behind him.

Once Jeongin was out of your view, the smile that had adorned his face began to fade, replaced by a subtle expression of sadness. He had known all along that you were going to get a good grade, it didn't surprise him one bit.

His mind wandered to the times you rambled about your college experiences—the late nights filled with assignments, the tiring study sessions, and the challenges of balancing academics and life. Those were moments when he wished he could have experienced the college life, as difficult as you made it sound.

Yet, deep down, Jeongin knew that he willingly chose the path of an idol. The wide stage, the love of fans, and the thrill of performing were what he aspired to. It was a choice he made with full awareness, and yet, he sometimes longed for a different path.

What has always troubled him the most, however, was his insecurity about his academics. Ever since he met you, he could tell instantly how bright and insightful you were. When you'd explain concepts, like the intricacies of human behavior or the subtleties of psychology, he admired you. You had a way of teaching him that made it feel like he learned more from you than from school.

Jeongin always believed you were smarter than him, and that thought weighed on him heavily. He didn't really attend high school and barely ever had good grades. Due to this, Jeongin always told himself he was just stupid. But the truth was, he had been a trainee since he was only 13 so it wouldn't have been easy to leave room for school.

In his mind, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was lacking compared to you. Your achievements made him question his own worth. The occasional longing for the academic experiences he missed out on only fueled his insecurities.

However, he never dared to share any of these feelings with you. Jeongin kept this internal struggle hidden, not wanting you to bear the weight or feel like you're the reason he's insecure. He valued your successes and happiness and didn't want them tainted by his own self-doubt. Instead, he chose to navigate these emotions privately, wanting to be the supportive boyfriend you deserved.

Jeongin arrived at the JYP building, the familiar surroundings enveloping him as he scanned his keycard to gain access. The glass doors slid open, and he made his way through the lobby, swiftly heading for the elevators.

As the elevator ascended, Jeongin's thoughts lingered. The elevator doors opened on the designated floor, and Jeongin walked down the corridor, passing by various studios and offices. Finally, he reached the door of the dance studio where he was practicing initially. He could feel the bass of the music from outside.

Jeongin opened the door and as he stepped inside, he found the members taking a break, scattered around the room, catching their breaths.

Lee Know, catching sight of Jeongin, approached him with a stern expression. "Jeongin, please don't stay out too long next time. You know it's bad habit," he said, a hint of frustration in his voice.

Jeongin, feeling a pang of guilt, quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, hyung."

Lee Know's stern expression softened, and he patted Jeongin on the shoulder, saying, "You're fine. Just try to be on time, okay?"

As the conversation shifted, Minho asked, "How did it go?"

"She did good, as always."

However, despite his words, Lee Know noticed Jeongin expression. "Aren't you happy for her?"

Jeongin immediately forced a smile. "No, I am. I guess I kinda zoned out."

Lee Know's expression remained uncertain, but he decided not to press further. "Alright, if you say so. Just remember, we're here for you if you need anything."

Jeongin nodded gratefully, appreciating Lee Know's understanding. He reached for his hoodie, pulling it off and revealing his practice attire underneath.

"Okay, we should wrap up. It's been like five hours, that's enough." Chan declared.

Jeongin, too caught up in dancing for the past few hours, checked the time and was surprised to see it was already 10 PM. His eyes widened.

He quickly grabbed his belongings and bid a quick farewell to the members. "See you guys tomorrow," he said with a tired smile.

Exiting the building, Jeongin was met with a sudden realization as he saw that it was pouring rain outside. He hadn't anticipated the weather, and the absence of an umbrella made the situation less than ideal. However, with your apartment only a few blocks away, he figured it could be worse.

Pulling his hood over his head, Jeongin braced himself for the rain and started to briskly walk along the sidewalk. The sound of raindrops hitting the pavement filled his ears, and with every step, he could feel himself getting more and more soaked.

The once dry sidewalk turned into a glistening path as the rain danced around him. Jeongin's clothes clung to his body, and his hair became a mess of damp strands.

Upon reaching your apartment building, he tried his best to dry himself off but he made his way inside. He quickly climbed the stairs, his wet footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. Unlocking the door with the spare keys you had given him, he stepped inside the familiar space.

In the entrance, Jeongin wasted no time. He removed his wet shoes, placing them on a rack to dry. His clothes clung uncomfortably, and he surveyed the living room, noticing the warm glow of lights.

As he made his way into the living room, he saw you. There you were, perhaps caught up in a book or lost in thought, unaware of his drenched arrival. He wanted to get home earlier than you and he cursed to himself knowing you beat him to it.

"Hey," he greeted.

Still absorbed in your book, you didn't look up immediately. "I assumed you weren't gonna show up after all. With the rain and everything."

Jeongin felt a pang of guilt. "Sorry, we got too caught up, and time flew," he explained.

"No, no, it's okay," you responded with a smile. Then, finally looking up, you noticed Jeongin. "Oh my god, you're soaking wet!"

A sheepish grin spread across Jeongin's face as he nodded. "Yeah, the rain got me good. Surprise, I guess?"

You couldn't help but chuckle at his unexpected entrance. "Surprise indeed! Let's get you out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold." The concern in your voice was evident as you motioned for him to follow you, warmth in your eyes. "Go to the bathroom, Jeongin. Change out of those and take a warm shower. I'll get some dry clothes out for you."

Jeongin nodded appreciatively. "Thanks, Y/N."

As he went into the bathroom, you headed to your wardrobe to retrieve some clothes for him. It wasn't unusual for Jeongin to stay over, so he had accumulated a fair share of his clothes at your place. You selected a comfortable set and laid them out on the bed, making sure everything was ready for him.

While Jeongin was in the shower, you went to the kitchen, deciding to prepare some tea to help him feel warmer. The comforting aroma of the tea filled the air as you carefully brewed it. Once ready, you carried the mug upstairs, hearing the shower turn off as you reached the top.

Setting the tea down on the nightstand, you took a seat on the bed. Moments later, Jeongin emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. His wet hair clung to his forehead, and droplets of water glistened on his skin.

You motioned for him to sit down beside you on the bed. Reaching for a bottle of moisturizer, you squeezed some onto your hands and gently started rubbing it onto his face. The subtle scent filled the room as you continued, your touch a soothing gesture.

Jeongin closed his eyes, allowing himself to relax under your care. As you worked on his shoulders, you couldn't help but smile at his tranquility.

"Thank you for taking care of me," Jeongin said with a sincere smile on his face.

Setting the moisturizer aside, you picked up the mug of warm tea and handed it to Jeongin. He took a sip, the comforting warmth spreading through him as he enjoyed the soothing effects of both the tea and your touch.

You then handed him the pile of dry clothes and Jeongin nodded appreciatively, proceeding to change. As he did, you subtly looked away, giving him the privacy he needed.

When he was done, Jeongin sat back down next to you. "I'm 100% sure I won't get a cold now," he declared with a satisfied grin.

"I hope so," you replied, returning his smile. Then, with a playful twinkle in your eye, you added, "Also, did you know that the rain itself can't actually make you sick? But if you stay wet and cold for a long time, it can lower your body temperature and weaken your immune system, making you more likely to catch a cold or flu."

"Way to go, Smarty," he responded with a teasing smile.

Your laughter filled the room as you playfully pulled him down, laying next to you. Leaning on him, you enjoyed the closeness, reveling in the comfort of the moment. Jeongin, not one to miss an opportunity, gently brought your chin up, and with a tender kiss, your lips met.

The initial softness of the kiss soon deepened into a passionate moment. Jeongin loved the sensation of being close to you, and the intimate connection sparked a desire for more. As the kiss continued, he gently teased, parting your lips. With a bold move, he inserted his tongue.

His hands, fuelled by a growing intensity, moved to your waist, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips. In response, you reached under his shirt, your fingers tracing the contours of the milky skin on his chest and abs.

The moment, charged with desire, took an unexpected turn as Jeongin pulled away. His eyes, reflecting a mixture of emotions, met yours. "Y/N, you're so, so beautiful," he began, his voice filled with sincerity. "You're smart, you're caring—you're literally perfect. I'll never deserve you."

You looked back at him, a soft smile playing on your lips. "Jeongin, you're all those things too," you reassured him. "Smart, caring, and incredibly beautiful. What do you mean you don't deserve me? I feel like most people would think it's the other way around."

Jeongin's frustration and insecurities tugged at him, and he began to ramble, his words stumbling over each other. "It's just... I see you, and I see everything you are, and it's like you're this amazing person, and I'm just me. You're achieving so much more than I ever will. And I'm sorry that I can't measure up to what you deserve. That I'll never be enough for someone as perfect as you."

"Jeongin," you interrupted gently, reaching out to hold his hands. "I'm not perfect, so stop thinking that. And you've achieved so much. You're well known worldwide, you get to travel to these wonderful places. Sometimes, I wish I could do that too."

"But," he interjected, his frustration evident, "I feel bad when I can't help you with studying like your other friends do. I went into high school late, never even attended it much even after and you literally skipped a whole grade. I feel so stupid compared to you."

You squeezed his hands gently, "You do help me study, Jeongin. Just having you next to me while I'm studying helps me. That's why I always drag you to the library with me because you're my support. Your presence is more than enough."

Jeongin smiled slightly at the comment, his frustration easing a bit.

"And you know," you continued, "I learn a lot from you too. About different cultures from the countries you've visited, how you manage to sing trot, how to act, how to dance, how to get your perfect skin, and most importantly, how to tolerate seven guys who are constantly trying to baby us. You bring so much into my life, Jeongin. It's not about who's better or smarter. It's about how we make each other happy."

Jeongin looked at you, a hint of doubt still lingering. "But what about what other people think? Everyone will think you're so impressive, and I'm just a guy who wasn't smart enough to do anything else but music."

"Don't beat yourself up about what others think," you asserted. "Plus, nowadays, who cares about how well people do in college? They all know idols work their asses off to be what they are. Everyone admires you, Jeongin."

"But, Y/N," Jeongin began, "you work just as hard as me."

"And that's exactly my point," you replied, a warm smile on your face. "We both work hard in our own ways, and that's what matters. It's about the effort we put in, not some standard of success. You're amazing just the way you are, Jeongin."

Feeling the sincerity in your words, Jeongin buried his face in your neck, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. "I love you so much, Y/N," he mumbled against your skin.

Smiling, you ran your fingers through his hair. "I love you too, Jeongin," you replied, causing him to hum contently against your skin. The two of you stayed in that comforting embrace for a while, the world outside seemingly fading away. However, a practical thought crossed your mind. "Wait, let me put your wet clothes in the washer," you suggested.

Jeongin, with his eyes closed, murmured, "Baby, no, stay. I was about to fall asleep."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his half-asleep endearment. "What did you just call me?" you teased. A soft, content smile graced Jeongin's face as he kept his eyes closed. "Okay, Innie, I'm staying," you replied, using the playful nickname his members often used.

In response, Jeongin shifted, scooting up to become the big spoon. His arms wrapped around you, squeezing you gently as if you were his favorite teddy bear. A chuckle escaped your lips as your legs tangled together, finding a comfortable position. He rested his head on yours, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest creating a soothing lullaby.

[twinklyylights]

It’s early April, a Wednesday morning to be exact, when Ian wakes up to an empty spot in bed beside him. It’s the 3rd day in the row that he’s woken up without Mickey near, and he lets out a sigh as he sits up and yawns. He checks the time on his phone and frowns.

7:04am

They’re both still getting acclimated to all that is the Westside and this apartment that they’re now responsible for. Albeit Mickey’s fighting tooth and nail against every aspect of the acclimation, and Ian doesn’t know what to do about it.

 Because he knows they’re supposed to be here. He can feel it.

The Southside wasn’t their endgame. It certainly wasn’t Mickey’s endgame.

Ian’s always known that. He’s always known that Mickey’s deserved more. That Mickey’s destined for a future that isn’t tainted by the Southside and the people of it.

And sure, Ian knows that Mickey is worthy of more than this apartment. More than the Westside, even. But Ian also knows this is a step in the right direction.

This is good for them. This is good for him.

Ian doesn’t stay long in bed without Mickey. He eventually gets up with a stretch and groan before tip toeing his way out of their new bedroom.

He expects to find Mickey having breakfast in the kitchen or lying across the couch. What he doesn’t expect to see is Mickey’s standing outside peering over the balcony.

He does his best to open the sliding door quietly, and not startle his husband. The attempt is fruitless though because Mickey still turns around sharply, with a mumbled shit.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Ian apologizes coming in close to pull Mickey into his chest.

He presses a good morning kiss to the side of Mickey’s neck before taking in the scent there.

“Creep,” Mickey breathes out around a smile, “Good morning to you too.”

Ian hums.

“Would have been a better morning if we woke up together.”

Mickey lets out a forced exhale at that. He’s really not in the mood for this again.

But Ian isn’t either because he presses another kiss to Mickey’s neck before asking,

“How long have you been up?”

 Mickey checks the time on his phone. He’s surprised to find that half an hour has already passed.

“Like 30 minutes,” he answers. “Woke up, couldn’t go back to sleep. Figured I might as well catch the sun rise.”

Ian hums against him.

“How was it?”

Mickey makes a face.

“How was the sunrise?”

“Yeah,”

“Nice, I guess. It’s quiet out here, ‘think I heard the birds wake up.”

And that’s what Ian’s been holding on to. The promise of these small changes in Mickey’s every day.

These small luxuries.

“Thinking about anything?” Ian asks.

Mickey snorts.

“’A lot of shit, man.”

Ian sighs. He squeezes Mickey’s middle.

“I know.”

They’re both quiet for a beat after that. Their minds are simultaneously going a mile a minute but neither of them has the energy to put words to any of their thoughts.

“You know I love you, right?”

Mickey smiles for the first time all morning.

“Yeah, man. Wouldn’t have moved me all the way out here if you didn’t. I know that.”

He turns around in Ian’s arms then. Curious to meet the look he knows is on Ian’s face right now.

He pats Ian’s cheek and gives him a small smile.

“I’m freaked out. Not stupid. I know you love me,” Mickey promises.

Ian shakes his head. He leans in and presses a kiss to Mickey’s lips. He leaves his forehead pressed against Mickey’s.

“I don’t want you freaked out,” Ian begins to explain, “But this, Mick this is,-”

Mickey stops his words with a kiss. He shakes his head.

“Don’t gotta explain. You’re my husband,” he says against Ian’s lips.  “If my husband wants me living in this boujee ass apartment, who am I to say no?

Ian rolls his eyes.

“You’re too much,” he says lightly. He looks down towards their feet then. “It’s more than the apartment though, Mick.”

“Yeah?”

Ian nods.

“It’s the sunrise, and the birds, and a garden to grow our own food. It’s everything, Mick. Everything I’ve always wanted for you. Everything you’ve always deserved”

Mickey hears the love in Ian’s words. Feels it in his bones.

And sure, he might not think that he deserves all the things that Ian sees for him, but he knows for certain that Ian deserves them.

“I want good shit for you, too, you know. I want all your yuppie-ass dreams come true. I don’t want to hold you back.”

“Hey,” Ian stops him, “I would never think that.”

Mickey lets out a sigh. He doesn’t even bother trying to find the words to respond to that.

“Can I make you breakfast?” Ian asks after a beat, “Bacon and eggs, nothing too fancy, I swear.”

Mickey rolls his eyes. But, he smiles on the backend.

“Yeah, breakfast sounds good. I’m fucking starving.”

[hamiltonaf]

Bitter | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Sexual tension / Teasing

A/N: Apologies for being MIA, slowly getting back into writing after a busy few weeks. Will hopefully be posting more oneshots soon. Hope you babes enjoy .xoxo

(Y/F/N) - Your Friend’s Name

What started off as a chilled day, unfortunately didn’t end that way. The day had started off with Achraf coming over, we caught up for some time before I decided to leave him and Kylian alone. I walked off to our room in hopes of either being productive or finding something entertaining to kill some time.

I was settled comfortably in bed with my phone in one hand and TV remote in the other, I skipped through movies whilst scrolling through Instagram simultaneously. It wasn’t until I got a call from (Y/F/N) that I put my phone on speaker and continued skipping through movies. “Heyyy !” she said enthusiastically. “Hey girl ! What’s up ?” I greeted. “Nothing much, just getting ready at the moment. How about you ?” She asked. “Getting ready ? For what ?” I furrowed my brows. “For Jason’s birthday dinner ! Aren’t you coming ?” She asked in shock.

“Oh shit.. that’s today” I hit my forehead. “Duh ! Didn’t you read the invite ?” she said in an obvious tone. “Obviously I did, I just didn’t have any intention to go…” I trailed. “Why ? Is it Kylian ?” She asked concerned. “No no. Don’t you remember he used to like me ? What would Kylian think if I’m attending a party of a guy that used to like me ?”

“Damn I actually forgot about that” she stifled a giggle. “Well that was in damn high school, we’re all adults now. I’m sure he moved on and besides that, I don’t want to go alone and I don’t want to talk to anyone else there” she whined. “Ugh I don’t know” I pursed my lips. “Oh come on man. Nothing bad is gonna happen and god forbid anything does, I’m here to throw hands” she reassured. “I feel bad though” I pouted. “If you really feel that bad, bring your mans with” she suggested. “I could but Achraf is over at the moment, I don’t know if he’s leaving anytime soon so it’s a bit of a sticky situation” I said. “Come on… pleaseeeee” she whined. I thought about it for a bit before sighing and agreeing to go. “I love you ! You’re the bestest. Call me when you’re here. Ciao” she said lastly before ending the call.

I groaned as I got up from my comfy position on the bed and headed to the bathroom to have a shower. I had plenty of time since it was a dinner anyway so I took my time to do my hair and makeup, before slipping on my skirt and top.

I sat at the edge of the bed to strap on my heels when suddenly the door burst open. Kylian’s gaze immediately fell on me. He whistled as he walked over to stand in front of me. “Mon amour is this all for me ?” He wiggled his brows playfully. “Not today babe” I said as I stood up and walked over to my dresser to spray on some perfume. "He raised a brow in confusion, “Then where are you going ?”. "Remember that dinner party thing I was telling you about earlier this week and I didn’t want to go… Well, it's today and I need you to drop me off please" I said as I walked over to stand in front of him whilst he was seated at the edge of the bed.

“What made you change your mind ?” He asked curiously. “(Y/F/N) refuses to go without me” I sighed. “Then tell her to not go” he said obviously. “You know her, she doesn’t take no for an answer. Besides that, she’s kinda curious to see where everyone is at all these years since high school. I mean its been like 6 years so it’s also a reunion thing” I said as I caressed his hands which he then stood up. "Okay" he let out a sigh. “Thank you baby!” I pecked his lips before I walked over to my dresser to grab my purse. His hands then wrapped around my waist with his face nuzzled in my neck. “I wanted us to spend alone time” he mumbled.

“Why do you have to look so good” he pouted as he then kissed my cheek. “I’m all yours later” I then placed a kiss on his cheek and turned to face him, whilst I was still held by him. "Who's going ?" He asked. "I don't believe you know anyone there that's going besides (Y/F/N)" I said as I grabbed his hand and pulled him along with me downstairs. As he always does, he held the passenger door open for me and shut it once I was in the car before going to the drivers side. I checked the time on my phone and I couldn’t believe that I had so much of time, and I was currently running late.

The ride to the restaurant was fairly quiet, only the music playing softly in the background had filled the silence. It was a comfortable silence though, not alarming, considering he drove with one hand on my thigh and one hand on the steering wheel. He of course had to rev the car when we stopped in front of the restaurant. Show off. "Oh my god everyone's looking" I said under my breath. "That's a good thing" he said from beside me.

My friends were all stood outside...I wonder why ? A few guys were out here as well, I could see Kylian’s jaw clench when he saw, Jason. Kylian doesn’t know about Jason liking me ages ago, I never bothered mentioning it because I never thought I’d see him again and not to say I dated the guy anyway. If I mentioned it on the way here then you bet Kylian is making a u-turn back home.

The car clearly caught everyone's attention as some people wanted to know who was going to come out of it. "You’re coming along right ?" I turned to look at him. He didn’t answer as he just looked at the guys outside. “Ky” I called. “Hmm” he hummed then turned to look at me. “Are you coming ?” I repeated my question. “Yeah yeah, you can jump off if you want whilst I go park” He smiled at me as he watched me step out of the car. He rolled down the window as I shut the door, just then Jason walked towards me to pull me in for a hug. "Hey! Thanks for coming" he smiled. "Thanks for inviting me" I smiled back. He then looked behind me to see the car.

"Hey man, sick ride !" Jason said as he leaned against the car door to talk to Kylian. "Thanks" he said plainly. I tried to hold back my laugh, he clearly doesn't like him. "Why don't you join us ?" Jason asked. That's when I stepped in because I know Kylian is going to give him a sarcastic answer. "Sure, he’d love to" I said as I stood beside Jason. "Great, we'll see you inside" Jason said. Kylian then sped off to park the car as everyone walked inside the restaurant. I excused myself as I decided to wait for Kylian outside. Little did Jason know is that Kylian was going to come regardless of an invite.

I had my arms crossed over my chest as he walked towards me with a smug look on his face. "What ?” I raised a brow. “Nothing…” he trailed and stood behind me to whisper in my ear. “Walking towards you and seeing you in that skirt is doing things to me, all I can think about is what we’d be doing if we were at home right now.” I could feel the heat suddenly rush to my cheeks. “Please don’t start” I said as I shut my eyes and tried to shake off the dirty thoughts away. “Well, let’s see how long you last before you’re rushing me to go home” he smirked. “Hmm we’ll see about that” I said as I turned to briefly look at him behind me. He then grabbed a hold of my hand and led the way.

Yet again all eyes were on the both of us, the only empty seat that was left for the both of us was one next to Jason and some other guy whom I didn't know. Since I knew Jason, I was just about to pull the seat to sit next to him but Kylian sat in place I gave him a look before sitting down next to him. "So I didn't catch your name" Jason spoke as he turned to look at Kylian. I pressed my lips together so hard to stop myself from laughing. "Kylian" he answered. "Jason, but I bet you already knew that" he smiled. "As a matter of fact, I didn't, (Y/N) never mentioned you until now" Kylian said oblivious. This liar. I lightly hit his leg under the table intentionally. “By that he means I knew about the invite but I wasn’t sure if I was going to make it because Kylian has training and matches” I said with a smile.

"What do you do mate ?" Jason asked him, now he's intrigued, completely oblivious to who Kylian is and what he does. Can’t blame Jason, he’s lived in the USA pretty much his whole life until he came as an exchange student and after about a year he left back. "Football player…but you’re still studying right ?" Kylian asked. "I was but I dropped out a few months ago, my parents are pretty rich so I thought why should I waste my time" he chuckled. Kylian then glanced at me in signal to lean in closer, "Is this a joke" he whispered. I stifled a laugh but kept myself together. "So you mean soccer ?" Jason asked. I thought I should answer that before Kylian gives in a cold reply back. "On the European side it’s known as football, Jason. He plays for PSG" I smiled proudly. I placed my hand on top of his in signal to stay calm.

"Is that where you guys kick the ball into the net ?" Jason asked. I could see Kylian clench his jaw and roll his eyes, he's so done with him. I was about to speak up but Kylian decided to answer that instead, "Yeah man, we waste about 90 mins trying to get the ball into the net. Sounds like fun doesn't it ?" Kylian said sarcastically. "No" Jason chuckled, he didn't catch on. When Jason turned to have a conversation with the girl next to him, Kylian turned to look at me. "Just look at this idiot" he said as he gestured to Jason. "Calm down Ky. He’s not European so he doesn’t keep up with sport" I giggled.

The whole night Jason was trying to become friends with Kylian but he was having none of it and just wanted to leave, he was already offended by his assumption of playing football and the fact that he called it soccer. Whilst Kylian was talking to Jason, I ended up making friends with Scott beside me. I learned that he was Jason’s best friend from the US as well. The whole 5 minutes I learned about Scott was all going well until I felt Kylian’s hand laying on my thigh. I quickly looked at him beside me and he was still chatting to Jason. I didn’t react and continued my conversation with Scott until I felt his hand ride up higher on my thigh, his thumb caressing my inner thigh. I felt like I was melting internally. When his fingers travelled under my skirt I placed my hand on top of his to stop him. “Would you excuse me please” I said as I abruptly stood up. “(Y/F/N) care to join me ?” I asked. She took a hint and followed me along to the bathroom.

“What’s wrong ?” (Y/F/N) whisper yelled. “Just needed a breather from Scott” I lied. I faked a sigh of relief as we got to the bathroom. “What happened ?” She asked curiously. “He was just boring me and I felt the need to leave” I shrugged. “Ahh shame. Bummer he’s really cute though” she pointed out. “He’s all yours” I smiled at her and gave her a pat on her shoulder. “Bet, is he single” she raised s brow. “You bet” I smiled. “Then please do the honours of being my wingwoman” she pouted. “Babes, I’m already on it” I said as I freshened up before leaving the bathroom and pulling her along with me.

As we walked back, everyone’s attention was pulled to Jason’s story telling. I took a seat in my spot and felt Kylian’s gaze burning through me. He leaned in close and mumbled, “Missed you” then placed a kiss on my cheek. “I’m sure you did” I said low enough for only him to hear. Missed me for very obvious reasons. I then played around with the napkin on my lap before purposely dropping it on the floor. I reached below the table for it with one hand whilst my other hand slowly moved up his leg and stopped mid thigh. I could feel him stiffen under my touch as he held a firm grip on the arm of the chair. I sat up straight and crossed my legs over pretending that nothing is going on. My hand traveled further up his thigh until his hand firmly gripped mine to stop me. I then thought of continuing my conversation with Scott before Kylian could say something.

I played my role as wingwoman for (Y/F/N) as she asked. I could feel through the entire conversation Kylian was literally burning me with his gaze. He’s itching to leave and I’m not. Since he still held my hand and I couldn’t fight his grip, as a tease I thought of gripping his thigh. He was tensed and shifted a lot in his seat because he was getting annoyed.

After everyone finished eating their dinner and paid up, Jason had suggested that we all take pictures outside. I went first since Kylian wanted to leave ASAP. I was caught off guard when Jason wrapped his arms around my waist from behind with his head on my shoulder. I could see Kylian clench his jaw again, he was fuming and that's when he decided to speak up. "That picture is missing something" he said. "What ?" Jason asked as he released his grip on me and had his hand on my lower back. "Me" Kylian said in an obvious tone.

"Wait" Kylian yelled before the guy could take the picture. Kylian stood in between Jason and I, satisfied he could place his hand on my lower back instead. Jason seemed a bit disappointed but anywho. "Stop being so jealous will you ?" I whispered loud enough so only he could hear. After the guy took the picture, Kylian hadn't let go of my hand whilst I hugged Jason. Kylian then pulled me aside as he asked, "Why do you have such stupid friends ?". "Just because you don't like one of them, doesn't mean you can call them all stupid" I raised my brows at him. “Hey !” (Y/F/N) whined as she butted into our conversation. “Except for you” I said as I looked at her. “Made a new friend, Kylian ?” She asked him. “Never could be friends with that guy” Kylian scoffed. “Anyways, we gotta go” he said as he waved everyone off and as did I. I pulled (Y/F/N) for a quick hug and greeted her goodbye, before my hand was entwined with Kylian’s again as he walked me to the car.

“Soooo” I trailed once he got into the car. "Jason is an idiot, let's not get into it" he said as he sped off. I couldn’t help but burst out laughing, “Ky, he was just trying to be your friend” I playfully said. “Friend ? By laughing and saying football is where you kick a ball into the net ? Was that a joke and I missed it ?” He asked with a raised brow. “In all seriousness, he wasn’t joking. Just let it slide, he’s from the US so he doesn’t know much” I leaned my head against the glass window. “Doesn’t know much ?” He scoffed. “He was literally staring at you, I mean who the hell is he to hold you like that ?”

I pressed my lips together firmly to hold back my laugh. “Forget about Jason, what was that stunt you pulled ?” He raised a brow. “What stunt ?” I innocently asked. “You wanna play that game ?” He asked as he stole a glance. “Don’t know what you’re talking about babe” I said as I crossed my legs over. “Alright then, I’ll jog your memory when we’re back home” he said as he then placed a hand back on my thigh.

(A/N: I’m so sorry for ending it like that, it’s so late rn and I had this in my drafts for too long .xx)

[suzyq31]

A little slice of bittersweet

A micro that grew rapidly out of control, whoops! @jilymicro-oops. I've wanted to write a larger piece for ages centered around this type of premise (ie one of them lives). Reading KSFM by @nodirectionhome-ao3 has only cemented this desire. Not sure whenever I'll get to it, or what it may end up looking like, but it was fun to play with this for now. Thanks for the inspiration Cam! I definitely borrowed a bit from your Lily here. Also some inspiration comes from the book Bittersweet which had a really cool chapter about the making of the film Inside Out.

Prompt: Inadequate

 Lily always found it hardest to be with herself when the house fell quiet. Rain fell against the window pane, blurring the reddened trees in their back garden. She rested her forehead against the cool glass, her breath adding to the condensation. She wrapped the throw tighter around herself, shivering from the coldness seeping through the pane, matching her insides. 

It was the same every year, the sudden turn of season that never failed to catch her off guard. A natural reminder that time continued, and that another year had passed in a daze. One that felt simultaneously slow and quick. 

Her eyes closed. Even moving across the country, the memory of Godric’s Hollow haunted her, following her all the way to Brighton. Her last view of it was one of charred ruins. Then there were the other images, the ones that made her wake with a scream caught in her throat night after night.  Tears burned, hot and prickling, and she wiped them away as they came. 

She could picture him now, knew he would encourage her to get up, put a record on and get to it. He’d pull her up with his large hands, saying something ridiculous to break her out of the ruminating she’d always been good at.  When she quieted herself enough, she could almost hear it, the timber of his voice saying her name; how James had always been able to say so much with just those two syllables. 

A creak on the stairs brought her back to the present. She glanced over her shoulder towards the hallway where the staircase was just visible. Between the banister was a small face, a mop of dark hair falling into green eyes that blinked at her sleepily in the faint light.

Despite the ache in her chest, she smiled. “You’re up.”

Harry remained silent but continued his descent. In his hands was the blue crocheted blanket Mary had made him in another lifetime, golden snitches stitched into the edges. His bare feet padded softly on the hardwood until he reached where she was perched on the built in window seat. Without any prompting she reached down and scooped him up, enveloping him in her arms and tucking him amongst the fold of the fuzzy throw blanket. His body was soft and pliable with his leftover sleepiness. Lily breathed in the sweet smell of her son, growing warmer with him there . 

“Did you have a good nap?” she asked against his neck. 

Harry shrugged his small shoulders, burrowing further into her.

Lily stroked his silky dark hair, the exact same texture and look as James’s. Most of the time these reminders were manageable, wonderful even. She was grateful that he’d left a part of himself behind. But at that moment her already tender heart squeezed like a vice in her chest. 

She closed her eyes and willed the tears to stay put.

Eventually Harry pulled back and she opened her eyes to find his combing over her features, hot little hand coming  to her cheek, voice gravelly from sleep. “Are you sad?”

Lily’s breath hitched as she stared into his face. Of course Harry didn’t just look like his father. Even at three he so eerily read her moods—despite how hard she worked to keep the worst of her grief tucked away from him.

Harry’s brow furrowed and Lily released a breath, taking his hand in hers she pressed a kiss to the back of his dimpled fingers. “A little,” she said softly.

His brow furrowed further. “Mummy, you have to be happy.”

Lily stilled, heart skipping at the certainty in his tone. Another trait he shared with James. She brushed the fringe of his wild hair and kissed the soft skin of his forehead.

“I am happy,” she replied. She touched the apple of his cheek, already less full then they’d been a year ago. “Sometimes grown ups feel happy and sad at the same time.”

Harry seemed to think this over. “How?”

“That’s a good question,” she said, her throat tight even as she couldn’t help smiling at Harry’s intense expression, this side of him the one that was more like her. “I don’t really know. I like to think as we get older and our bodies grow…you can hold more feelings inside you at once.”

“Because you get bigger?”

A wet laugh caught in her throat. “Maybe.”

She didn’t have the first clue how to really answer him. How did you explain to someone so young the way that the years built up around you, unexpected and hard won in many cases. That like a muscle, your ability to carry it all grew stronger, mainly because there was little other choice. Grief wasn’t exactly something you set down.

She continued to run her fingers through Harry’s hair, willing herself to think. She had a pile of books on how to talk to children about death and loss. Purchases she’d made out of desperation when Harry had begun speaking in more complex sentences, which had soon turned into questions she felt completely inadequate to answer.

Really, that was the matter of it all. She felt inadequately up for the task of raising Harry without James. Trying to explain to him again and again why his father was gone. That there was a sadness inside her that would never leave. That a piece of them would forever be missing.

Then there was everything else that came along with parenting. The big emotions that often took hold of her young child, the curious questions that were only growing more frequent. James would be a million times better at answering them than her. At all of it. He’d always known what to say and do. He’d always been the light that kept them all going. 

She looked down at the crown of Harry’s head, now resting against her chest. All of James’s light shone through him. For Lily he kept the darkness at bay. She knew this was an unfair burden to place on a child. But it was true. He was the reason she kept going at all. The purpose that made her pry herself from bed each morning. Still, she wanted to do better. 

She pressed her lips to his hairline. “Do you remember when Padfoot brought you a new broom?” Harry tilted his head, eyes meeting hers before he gave a nod. “You were so excited and happy, but then what happened?”

It only took a second for her to read the memory in his eyes. “I fell down,” he murmured, “and my knee got blood on it.”

She remembered that afternoon clearly. The bittersweet feeling of watching Harry fly higher than he had in the past. His small body already so adept and confident. He’d flown in large circles around the forested garden surrounding the tiny cottage that had belonged to Remus’s parents in Wales. The entire time she’d been unable to avoid remembering James encouraging a tinier Harry on his first broom ride. The sheer pride on his face—that would still be on his face if life was fair. 

Not that she wasn’t grateful for Sirius, Remus and Mary, who were there to cheer him on, but James’s absence had been glaring and unshakable. Then Harry had taken a corner too fast, slamming his legs onto some rocks. 

Lily traced the side of his face. “How did that make you feel?” she asked quietly. 

Harry paused, squeezing his well loved blanket. “Sad… and scared.”

“I know sweetheart. You were hurt and that’s normal to feel. Do you remember what happened after though?”

He went still, then his eyes brightened. “We ate ice cream.”

Lily smiled. “Exactly. Uncle Padfoot saw that you were sad, so he cheered you up.” Harry nodded along and she tilted his chin so they were gazing at each other. “Sometimes sadness helps other people see that we need them.”

There was far more complexity to it than that, but she knew this type of conversation would happen over and over throughout her son’s life. She’d already had to explain difficult things to him, swallowing down the pain of Harry slowly forgetting his father outside of pictures and memories shared by her and others. Another cruel part of time passing. Though the memory of a much younger Harry searching repeatedly for James in the months afterwards had been its own agony that she would never want to repeat.

The pain was inevitable, and Lily didn’t have all the answers, but she was determined to do her best. She refused to have Harry be afraid of his feelings. James had been brave with his love. They would be too. 

Harry was quiet and she kissed the top of his head again. “It’s okay to feel sad, it doesn’t mean you won’t be happy too.”

“You’re happy now?” he asked and she smiled through the tears gathering in her eyes.

“I’m very happy to be here with you right now. But I’m also sad because I miss your dad today.” Harry nodded thoughtfully and she continued to run her fingers through his hair. “I also think my heart has grown a lot, so it can hold all of that.  Does that make sense?”

“I think so,” Harry said softly. His small fingers fiddled with the buttons of her blouse. Lily let the rain fill the silence, hoping that she was saying the right things.

When Harry looked back up at her, there was curiosity shining in his eyes. “Mummy?"

"Yes, love?"

A smile tugged at his lips as his hands framed her face. "Do you need ice cream?” 

A hiccupped laugh escaped her and she hugged Harry tightly. All of the happiness and sadness swirling inside her as she felt the weight and feel of him. That the cheeky baby that James had known and loved was still there, even as he continued to grow and learn in leaps and bounds.

“You’re a bit of an ice cream monster,” she said finally, when she relaxed her hold.

He eyed her like he’d suspected her of having gone mad.  “No. I’m just Harry.” 

She taped his nose, smiling as she took in every detail of her sleep rumpled little boy. “Is that so? Alright, Just Harry…should we have a teeny tiny bite of the good stuff?”

His returning smile was all mischief, and right then the familiarity filled her with gladness. She stood up, hoisting Harry onto her hip, the blanket falling away. 

“Let’s get to it then.”

[f4ll-for-you]

Dark Deeds | Modern! Aegon

Warnings: smut, mentions of substance abuse/drug deals, mafia Aegon? I think that’s it?

This is dedicated to the wonderful @amiraisgoingthruit for listening to my Aegon rambles and being the most kind, caring soul🫶

Thank you to @arcielee for as always beta reading my mess and being the wonderful human that you are✨

Part One | Part Two

The pair of you walked into the club; it was nearing midnight and all you wanted to do was go home.

You’d already been to three parties, waiting for your boyfriend to deal with his ‘business,’ but now you were exhausted and your feet hurt, desperate to get out of your 5 inch heels.

“Last stop baby, I promise,” Aegon spoke kindly, and he kissed your forehead as he led you to your usual booth at the back.

“Better be,” you grumbled. Aegon glared at you harshly, he couldn’t deal with you being a brat tonight.

When you both sat down, Aegon immediately pulled you onto his lap, his need to feel you close. He enjoyed his 'profession' and this type of business, the heat of crowded clubs, but he also craved you to be near him, protected and safe at his side.

You slumped into him, tired and needy.

Aegon’s clients sat across from him, your back towards them. They looked through you, knowing if they acknowledged you in any way, that Aegon would have their heads on spikes.

As Aegon made his deals, his thumb brushed circles on your thigh and a wetness pooled between your legs. You tried to stop yourself, knowing you would be punished if you misbehaved, but that only seemed to turn you on more.

You leaned gently towards Aegon's ear, as if you were just sleepy, nestling into him. “Mmm, baby need you now,” you half mumbled, half moaned, begging to grind yourself into his suit-covered thigh.

“Later, sweetheart,” he growled, luckily going unnoticed by his clients.

Aegon squeezed your bottom as a warning, as he wasn’t in the mood for your bratty games. This deal would get him a quarter of a million, his biggest turn over yet.

Choosing not to listen, you continued to grind down into his thigh, your thin panties unable to hold in your dripping wetness. You slowly sped up, chasing your high as you moaned into Aegon's ear, feeling him grow beneath you.

Aegon coughed, smacking your ass gently, warning you not to continue.

Once again, you ignored this. You were too overwhelmed with pleasure to care how you looked right now.

When Aegon looked back up across the table, he realised his clients were rather enjoying the show you were putting on for them, with their flicker of jealousy of Aegon at that moment.

Noticing this, Aegon smirked, his hand tracing down your thigh slowly. You whimpered as he gently flicked and toyed with your clit. “Sorry gentleman, let’s continue, ignore my girl, she just can’t wait for Daddy sometimes.”

Usually you would be livid at this, but before you could protest, Aegon's middle finger slid between your soaking folds, curling and causing you to let out an audible moan.

“So, I am offering my stock for three quarters of a million, that is my final offer gentlemen,” Aegon continued, as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening directly on his lap.

His clients, too enamoured with the scene before them, merely nodded, half listening as Aegon discussed the deal on the table.

Your moans became louder as Aegon added a second finger, his thumb rubbing against your pearl. Aegon chuckled at the mess you had created on his suit trousers. “Making such a mess for me, baby,” he commented nonchalantly.

You continued to grind down into his fingers, chasing your high intently, shaking with pleasure.

“Fuck,” you moaned loudly. Aegon was sure two of the men opposite came in their pants with how their cheeks instantly flushed red.

Aegon gently pulled his fingers from your folds, bringing them up to his mouth, licking them clean before kissing you.

“So fellas, do we have a deal?” Aegon asked expectantly.

“Of course, sir,” they mumbled simultaneously, a large bouncer behind them handing Aegon the suitcase of money.

The men left with red faces and bulging trousers. Your little show had managed to pay off after all.

“Hmm, maybe you should be needy more often baby, the customers seem to like it,” Aegon smirked as he admired the stacks of notes displayed on the table in front of him. “Especially if you’re earning me that kind of money.”

“Anything for you, my love,” you whispered into his ear, drained from your orgasm.

He pulled you to your feet and you fell asleep on Aegon's shoulder on the ride back, his driver bringing you both back to your penthouse; your heels were discarded on the floor under the seat.

“Baby, we’re home,” Aegon spoke, only receiving a mumbled response from you.

Rolling his eyes, he picked you up bridal style and carried you up to the apartment, heels in hand.

He placed you gently onto the king size bed, careful to unzip and peel away your dress, and helping you into one of his large T-shirts. As you curled into him, the last thing you remembered hearing was his sweet voice and its delivered promise.

“You are a minx, don’t think you won’t be punished in the morning,” he kissed you on your hairline as you fell into a deep sleep.

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[dragcnbreak]

Ok that Caregiver Mike Drabble was actually sooo adorable! and if your taking requests it would be adrobes too see just a regular day where Cg Mike is just taking care of Little Reader like he realizes she ( or gender-Neutral reader ) regressed and just makes her feel comfortable yk ? Anyways you don’t have to do this if you don’t feel comfortable with it and I wish you a fabulous day/night ! 💜💜

HIII tysm for reading ^_^ here’s a lil drabble for u and I hope u enjoy and have the best day/night too <3 (sorry it’s so late btw :( I have been in a horrible writing slump)

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You and Mike Schmidt lived together with his little sister, Abby. It was nice having roommates who you got along with and to share utility bills with. Mike also had a car and didn’t mind driving you anywhere you needed to go, already used to Abby’s asking.

And it didn’t hurt that Mike was one of the sweetest people you had ever met. It wasn’t easy for him to show it, usually relying on his actions to convey when he cared for someone. You didn’t even mind his temper flaring up occasionally, knowing exactly how to calm him down whenever his hackles were risen. You two fit together perfectly.

One of the ways Mike showed he cared for you was through helping you with one of your coping mechanisms, age regression. You had a rough childhood and a therapist had suggested the method to hopefully live a happier one. When you occasionally regressed, Mike acted as a caregiver for you.

One such instance occurred when you two were home alone and Abby was at school. Neither of you had work and so you both sat in front of the television, just watching the cartoons that Abby had left on. It hasn’t even occurred to you that you might slip into littlespace because of what was playing.

So it just made sense when you flopped into Mike’s lap, surprising him, and said, “Mikeyyyyy, ‘m bored.” He stared at you for a second and then it suddenly clicked for him. “What do you want to do, baby?” He asked softly, using a tone and a gentle smile he reserved just for you and Abby.

“I’m hungry but I also wanna color.” You pouted, burying your head in Mike’s neck. He raised one of his hands and ran his fingers through your slightly messy hair as best he could. “Why don’t we get you some of Abby’s coloring supplies and you can color while I make you something to eat?” You nodded quickly and unlatched yourself from your caregiver, letting him pick you up and put you back on the couch so he could get up.

Mike went into Abby’s room and grabbed some paper, markers, and crayons for you to borrow, knowing it would be okay with his little sister. You didn’t have many of your own little things because they could be pretty expensive. So instead, you used Abby’s.

The older man came back into the living room and set you up with your things on the coffee table. He pressed a kiss to your forehead as you began drawing, retreating into the kitchen so he could start on your food. You were pretty fond of mac ‘n cheese so he started with that.

In a few minutes, your food was ready and Mike brought it out to you. “It’s still hot so be careful, okay honey?” He reminded you, pushing your hair out of your face slightly. You nodded and smiled. “T‘ank you!” You chirped, continuing to color even after he set the food down.

Mike sat on the couch behind you whilst you colored and eventually began eating. He shuffled around and pulled his hoodie sleeves up, revealing a few scrunchies and hair ties on his wrist. He had begun wearing them as Abby routinely wanted her hair up but always forgot her own. So using one of the many hair accessories he had, he began to put your hair up in a ponytail as best as he could.

You giggled and brushed some loose hairs out of your own face. “T’ank you.” You repeated and Mike smiled at your manners. “Of course. Now I can see your pretty face, baby.” He then kissed the top of your head before sitting back into the couch, continuing to watch the television whilst simultaneously keeping an eye on you.

He loved you with all his heart and was always there to made sure you felt comfortable.

[fawnforgold]

There's no point asking this anonymously because you'll know it's me from this: Baizhu, please 🙏 And rimming him maybe if you're okay with that 👀🫶

i haven't written rimming before, so i hope this is alright! I also haven't written for baizhu either so this was a nice challenge.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Rimming/Rimjob, Reader is gender neutral, Baizhu goes by He/Him pronouns, Reader goes by no pronouns, Dom!Reader, Sub!Baizhu.

"Is this okay?" You asked hesitantly.

Baizhu shivered as your tongue gently licked at his empty hole.

You chuckle. "I'll take that as a yes."

Holding onto his hips you continued lapping at his anus, making sure to take your time pampering him. You couldn't deny the confidence boost you experienced from turning Baizhu into a puddle from just your mouth. With a hand on each of his ass cheeks you could feel a warmth blossom inside your chest.

As you started to quicken your ministrations you had begun to hear your lover's moans fill the room. You rubbed and grabbed at his ass, spreading it farther apart as your tongue delved into his hole. That earned a sudden moan to escape Baizhu's mouth.

"Yeah, just like that." He praised.

Baizhu tried for as long as he could to ignore the pre-cum dripping from the head of his hard cock, but it was impossible with how well you were taking care of him. Thankfully, you were quick to catch on upon seeing him buck his hips into nothing. You wrapped a hand around to carefully hold his cock in your hand.

"Oh, you're so hard, baby." You cooed. "Do you want me to touch you there as well?"

He didn't say anything but he did nod and let out a few whimpers in response.

You hummed in satisfaction. "Well, since you've been so good.."

While you kept on licking and sucking on his hole you had simultaneously begun to stroke his cock. Baizhu let out a loud moan as he clawed at the sheets. The euphoria that rushed through his body was electrifying. He'd almost forgotten how heavenly sex with you felt, but he was never one to refuse the reminder.

As you jerked him off you took your thumb and rubbed in the fluids against his tip. "You're leaking so much, Baizhu. Does that feel good?"

He nodded quickly and moaned. "Y-yes!"

You smiled. "That's good, because I'm not done with you just yet."

Going back to sucking at his hole you moaned as you did, adding a little bit of well needed friction to ensure he'd cum in no time. Baizhu went between grinding his ass against your mouth and thrusting himself into your hand. He couldn't make up his mind. For, no matter which way he turned to he was met with nothing but pure pleasure.

"S-So close.." He moaned.

You put your all into it after he said that, making damn sure he'd have the best orgasm he'd ever had. You spit on his aching hole as you continued stroking him off, faster and faster. Moaning against him as you sucked him from behind, you could feel the moment everything snapped for him.

"Fuck!" He cried out as he came into your hand.

He pushed his face into the pillows and moaned as his body writhed and trembled in pleasure. The sight of him caused something to bubble inside you as well. You made sure to continue what you were doing until Baizhu fell limp against the bed. Gradually you stopped what you were doing, until you were able to finally lay down beside him and scoop him up in your arms.

"Are you alright?" You ask, a hint of worry in your voice.

He smiled and wrapped his arms around you weakly, his hands and arms shook terribly. "Absolutely amazing."

You smiled and allowed a hand to reach up behind his head to stroke his hair. "You did so good, honey." You whispered, giving him a soft kiss on his forehead.

He hummed and gave you a small squeeze before he finally allowed himself to relax in your arms.

[therapycat21]

ARN One shot- The Grammys

Description: Y/n L/n gets the call she is being nominated for a Grammy. Will she win?

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I sit on the couch almost in tears waiting for Stacy to call me about the nominations. I can barely focus on anything even when Travis comes and sits beside me and holds my hand in his warm grasp. I jump as my phone starts to ring on the coffee table in front of me, I look at Travis frantic “Girl you better answer that phone!” he laughs before grabbing my phone and pushing it into my shaking hands. I press the accept button and put the phone on speaker. “Hey Stace” I greet her, my voice shaking a little “Hey, I can hear it in your voice, don’t worry, okay? I’m gonna look now and then I will tell you, alright?” she says, you can hear the nervousness in her voice as well.

“Okay, let’s do it.” I tried to say enthusiastically. I look over to Travis as we wait for her to log into everything and see him setting his phone up on record to capture this moment. I give him a small smile and he grabs my head into his hand and pulls my forehead towards his mouth “You got this! I know you do baby” he says before Stacy is back on the phone “Okay I am logged in, are you ready?” she asks “yep, let's do this”. 

We sit in silence before Stacy gasps and you can hear her start to laugh and somewhat cry simultaneously. “Oh my god! You were nominated SEVEN TIMES!” She almost yells into the phone. I jump from the couch in joy “Ahh! Oh my god!! Are you serious?!” I ask as Travis is dancing around the room in joy and talking into the recording on his phone “SEVEN GRAMMYS BABY!! LET’S GO!” He fist bumps the air repeatedly before panning the camera towards me “You did it baby! I knew it!”.

“Oh god, thank you so much, Stace, seriously I couldn't have done it without you!” I tell her. We finish the phone call, still on a high from the news. I plop on the couch and rub my hands down my face “Ugh, I can’t believe this is happening” I tell Travis as he sits back on the couch next to me pulling my body towards him, and plastering my face in kisses and wringing my body from side-to-side in excitement  “I did not doubt this baby” he says in my ear.

Grammys

Travis and I are seated at our table in the big award room talking and mingling with a few other celebrities as we are alerted the show is gonna be starting soon. Travis and I turn our attention to the opening monologue by comedian Tina Fey.

“Okay, so we have had a pretty crazy year, we went from assault at the Oscars to Y/n and Travis being married! Crazy right? ” The camera pans to me and I start to laugh while Travis is throwing his fist in the air twice. “Okay so we are now ready for the first award of the night,” Tina says while panning to the giant screen behind her and the Grammys narrator starts to speak and announce the singers nominated, including me “And now for the best album of the year, the winner is POSITIONS BY Y/N L/N!” Tina says before the camera pans once again to me, I cover my mouth before standing up with the help of Trav and throwing myself into his arms, he kisses the top of my head repeatedly and hugs me from side to side. Travis gently lets me go before ushering me to go toward the stage. I walk through the crowd and finally make my way to greet Tina as she hands me the award and congratulates me. I stand in front of the microphone, holding the awards, still slightly shaking. 

“I can’t even fathom this happening, even just being nominated was special enough but to know I was capable of even being included in this category with the other amazing and talented women of this industry makes me thankful and I want to thank every single one of my fans for bringing me to where I am today, I want to thank my mom, if it wasn't for you I wouldn't have pursued this career or thought myself capable if it wasn't for you encouraging me every day, and also to Stacy, thank you for sticking by me through it all, and last but not least, I would like to thank my husband, Travis I never thought I would have found someone so loving and appreciative and caring in my life and I am forever grateful every day I get to live life with you. Thank you, everyone, soo much!!” 

The crowd claps and hoots loudly as I finish my speech, I can still hear Travis as he is loudly exclaiming his appreciation and love for me in the crowd. I give the crowd and camera one more smile before walking to the side and leaving the stage.

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[broadwaycantdie]

Theater Camp

james potter x fem!reader

Synopsis: james convinces you to go to theater camp with him. you secretly love it and you guys become close. it’s the final show of the summer and you’re putting on Moulin Rouge.

Genre: fluff

Authors Note: this came to me in a dream, also this will be on my AO3 if you prefer that

Warnings: spoilers for Moulin Rouge the musical

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“SATINE??” you yell.

“Yes! I got Christian! Who’d you get y/n” James calls out happily.

“I got Satine. I didn’t even audition for her, I auditioned for Nini”, you reply.

“Well maybe you blew them away enough to get you a lead role.”

James was born to be a leading man. But you? You were terrified. This was the first time you’ve been casted in a lead role, and with a show as complex as this one. But you put the feelings behind you when you think about the idea that someone thought you were good enough to be a lead.

—

The weeks go by as you rehearse like crazy.

James is a natural. Christian is a perfect role for him. He’s off book by week 2, while you’re still struggling. He encourages you every day and never gives up.

You’ve been friends with James for years now so he knows exactly how to help you. But you’ve always been just that—friends. And that’s how you’d like to keep it. You didn’t want to mess up your friendship with The Marauders, even though Sirius and Remus were already dating. But they have been for years. This was different.

You see James’ talents really shine through this role. Like it was written for him. You kind of forget that you’re Y/N and James, and instead you’re Satine and Christian. Rehearsing Come What May made you legitimately cry. And you couldn’t help but laugh at James’ corny dance during Elephant Love Medley—which he did over and over to get it right.

But you pushed your feelings away and focused on being the best Satine you could be, and you were feeling quite happy with your performance. But the show was coming up quick and your nerves couldn’t help but rear their ugly heads.

—

Half hour to places and you’re panicking.

“I don’t know my lines!! I can’t remember anything!!” you yell out, “I can’t do this, I’m gonna freeze.”

Your friends are trying to calm you down while simultaneously getting ready.

“Where’s James?” one of them calls out, “he’s the only thing that’ll get her to relax. We all know you love him.”

The girls start laughing while you blush.

“What? No I don’t! We’re friends, have been for years. That’s it.”

They continue to laugh and you feel yourself get even more red. You start backing up towards the door to get some air.

“And even if I was in love with James—which I’m not—it wouldn’t matter anyway cause he doesn’t fancy me like that.”

The girls quiet their laughter into giggles as a voice speaks up behind you.

“Oi, y/n, you’re not?”

Shit. It was James. You try to act cool but you very clearly aren’t. You’re half dressed to go on, flushed red, and sweating from panic. But James. He looks perfect. That cheeky smile of his you can’t help but love covered his face as he leaned on the doorframe.

“You have a crush on me, y/n?” he smiles so brightly, “or was it…in love with me?”

He’s so cocky.

You cover your eyes with your hands as your face flushes scarlet. He grabs your wrists lightly.

“Don’t do that, you’ll mess up your makeup. We’re still going on.”

You get shoved back into reality when James says that. Suddenly you remember why you were panicking in the first place.

“James”, you say seriously, “I don’t know my lines.”

“Yes you do.” He replies, matter-of-factly.

“No I don’t. It’s gone. I can’t remember a thing.”

He leans down and kisses your forehead lightly.

“Baby you’re a firework.” He says softly.

He leaves you to finish getting ready and you feel different. Now instead of panicking about your lines, which you still aren’t convinced you know yet, you’re panicking about possibly dating your best friend.

Suddenly it’s showtime. You hear the beginning notes and you know it’s now or never. You get situated in your satin swing and wait for your time to sparkle.

You don’t understand how, but as soon as the lights hit you, you transform. You know every word, every beat, every step exactly how it’s performed. You transform into Satine. Then you look at James. He ogling at you, as his character is supposed to do, but you can’t help but think maybe he’s being for real.

The show goes on without a hitch. You and James feel so natural on the stage. You’re being playful and coy. Teasing and flirting as the characters do. The crowd is loving it. You find it extremely easy to pretend to fall in love with him.

By the time you die in his arms, you’re exhausted. And you can feel James’ tears fall onto your cheeks. He’s really selling it.

You finish the show and do your bows. After running off the stage you and James meet face to face. In a rush of adrenaline he grabs your face and kisses you. Not how he did in the show. But instead with so much passion and trust. He kissed you like he really meant it. And you kissed him back, melting into his lips.

You break apart and look at each other. Sweaty, tired, and out of breath. He smiles sweetly.

“Wait till we tell everyone back home.”

[viviennevermillion]

Soft Pantalone Headcanons

notes: a collaborative post with @kunislover that we accidentally wrote together in our tumblr dm's while brainrotting over this man because he has taken over all of our braincells. so we might as well post this.

contains: pantalone x gn!reader

warnings: none

He has come so far from his early days of being poor and destitute. He absolutely adores when you appreciate him for his hard work and success. Just snuggle up to him and tell him how proud you are of him and of the man he's become. Especially you, who knows the secrets of his past and where he came from. It means so much more to him when the admiration comes from you.

He blushes so easily 🥹🥺❤️

Especially in the first couple of months of the relationship, he'd be so easily flustered when he's shown affection. He hasn't received affectionate touch in a long time and he needs some time to adjust to it.

His lips would taste like vanilla. He has the most expensive lip balms. Once he starts going on dates with you he puts them on specifically in case he gets to kiss you. His lips are so soft and it makes you swoon to kiss him.

He also has perfumes that are more expensive than most people's entire wardrobe. He smells so good though, it just makes you want to bury your face in his neck as he chuckles about how cute you are.

Call him cute right back! He'd pull you close and presses a kiss to your forehead, feeling smitten by your words.

When you two are close, sitting idly on the couch or laying in bed, he likes to randomly nudge his nose against yours throughout the day.

He also nuzzles your cheek quite often. He's so affectionate and you love that about him.

He'd be a little spoon. He loves to be held by you. It doesn't matter if he's stronger than you or not, he still feels so safe and comfortable in your arms.

Pantalone would adore if you kiss away the tension in his shoulders because he spends so much time of the day in his office crunching numbers. He has almost unlimited money at his disposal and he can get you any gift you want but you can spoil him with your affection. You give him a kiss on the temple (or several), brushing his hair to the side and smiling at him with so much love in your eyes and Pantalone feels like he hit the jackpot more than he ever did with his money.

He falls asleep when you give him back massages and he looks so cute while he's dreaming about you! He sleep-talks and sometimes you can hear him mumble "I love you" when you kiss his forehead at night.

When he's sleep-deprived and before going to bed he tends to become pretty verbally affectionate but also loves receiving words of affirmation back. Tell him how proud you are of him, how hard of a worker he is, how sweet and gentle he is with you and only you and all the while he has no choice but to soak up your affections. "You're exaggerating, love", he'd chuckle, trying to hide his blushing face in your neck and simultaneously pressing several kisses to your skin. "I'm not", you protest and pull him close, kissing his lips passionately.

He absolutely loves when you play with his hair. He just rests his head on your lap and leans his cheek against your stomach while you play with his hair and he mumbles how much he loves you.

You always make sure to take his glasses off if he accidentally falls asleep while he still has them on. You want him to have a comfortable rest after all.

Before the two of you got together there was a moment when you visited his office to bring him a couple of documents and found him having fallen asleep at his desk after overworking himself again. So you pull out a blanket and a pillow from the cupboard and gently place the pillow under his head, remove his glasses and wrap the blanket around his shoulders. Pantalone wakes up from this but you don't notice. His heart is beating so fast at the realization that you care this much about him. That your first thought upon seeing him in this vulnerable state was not to assassinate him or rob him but to provide him with warmth and comfort.

Especially in the beginning of the relationship he thinks giving you gifts is the way to go and it's the ultimate expression of love from him; you were always on his mind after all. But you'd slowly start introducing him to the idea that you also wanted his touch, his time; anything from him directly because you cherished HIM, not what he could get you with his mora.

And he'd be so smitten for that

He'd blush so hard during your first kiss. His voice would be shaky and he's trying not to tear up because he's a little overwhelmed but so touch-starved. You're the only one who gets to see this side of him but he can be so emotional and expressive.

Never be mad at him if he wakes you up at night. Sometimes it's because he craves affection and sometimes it's accidental as he tries to give you his. He'd just press sweet kisses to your neck from behind and run his fingers up and down your arm. You'd roll over to face him, overcome with affection for your man, so you just have to give him a sweet kiss. He's getting all flustered when he realizes you've caught him.

When you accidentally fall asleep on his shoulder, he'd be a little surprised at first, but his eyes would soften at the fact that you felt safe and loved enough to fall asleep on him. He'd definitely give you a few soft kisses, maybe even moving your head to rest in his lap because it's more comfortable. He'd throw his big harbinger coat over you to keep you warm.

You'd wake up to a sleeping Pantalone. He just felt so content seeing you this way, it made his heart so full and lulled him to sleep as well. There's no safer place in Teyvat than on his lap, encased in his loving embrace and dozing the afternoon away.

Please spoil him with love and affection, he deserves it!

[cascader]

Can I ask for 15, I've been watching you all night and I can't take it anymore?

(Also if u see me just follow you I accidentally hit the unfollow button LOL)

hi Kat!!! here ya go, officially two months later!!! this is a continuation to this drabble but in James's POV! hope you enjoy <3

(rated T)

“You’re not listening to me,” sighs Remus. 

“No,” affirms James. “I’m not.”

He could watch her and listen to Remus simultaneously, he knows. He doesn’t want to.

Remus rolls his eyes and turns to follow James’s line of sight, but she’s momentarily obscured by a cluster of recently-growth-spurted fourth years. “Who are you even staring at… Marta?”

James bites down a laugh. “No, mate. Not Marta.”

Remus sighs again, this time louder, and claps James on the shoulder before saying something he doesn’t quite catch and disappearing to… somewhere. He doesn’t know.

Lily doesn’t wear dresses often. He’s used to seeing her legs, but in skirts — her bloody legs in those bloody skirts. He can’t say if he’s grateful for those skirts or hates them. (He’s grateful.) So that’s not it, whatever’s stirred in him at the sight of her dress. 

It’s the lines, he reasons, as she turns to the side in a leisurely walk to the boys’ staircase. He follows the curve of her neck down to her chest, to her waist, to—

She catches his eye again. Seems to know. Winks. 

She’s up the stairs, and he puts his drink down somewhere and says bye — or says something, at least, maybe, who knows, to someone, or maybe he doesn’t. He doesn’t fucking care. 

James takes the stairs two at a time, the music fading behind him. He usually relishes their dormitory being seven stories up from the already-seven-stories-up Gryffindor Tower, but today he curses it. 

Something in his chest tightens and burns when he catches sight of her, half a dozen steps ahead of him. She pauses, hearing him, and slows, her hand reaching out for the railing. Her fingers skim it. 

He catches up to her on the landing outside the sixth-year dorm. 

“Lily,” he gets out, a little out of breath, on an exhale. He didn’t even need to call for her — she’s already turning around, and she’s got that look in her eyes, the one that just kills him, and she reaches for him as he closes the gap toward her. 

“Hi,” she whispers, now smiling a little, as he skims his hands up her arms and shoulders to cup her jaw. He steps forward until her back’s against the stairwell. He thumbs at her lip. Her head tilts back at his touch, exposing her neck to him. 

“I missed you,” she says, eyes closed, head tilting to the side. 

James ghosts his lips up her neck, across her jaw, loving the little puff of air she lets out. 

“I missed you too,” he says, dropping his forehead against hers. 

She winds her arms around his shoulder in the way he loves, squirming herself closer. 

“The terms of their bet… who would win if we just told everyone now?” she asks. 

“Padfoot."

“And he’d be…”

“Insufferable.”

A sigh. “Yeah.”

When James opens his eyes, all he can see is impossible green, shining at him with something indecipherable that scares him a little and thrills him a lot. 

He presses his lips to hers, slowly, surely. She lets out another little puff of air and slants her lips back against his immediately. He knows she’s risen to her toes by the way she presses up into him. 

He feels the familiar electricity crackle up his spine. He ghosts one of his hands down her side to wrap tightly around her waist. Her hands move into his hair, tug it gently. He groans. 

James feels her mouth open and her tongue against his and he breaks away abruptly, panting. 

“Fuck,” he says. “Fuck, okay, fuck. Not here.”

Lily follows him as he pulls away, catching him on the corner of his mouth, his cheek. “Yeah,” she says mindlessly, now kissing his neck. “Not here.”

James groans again, feeling heat… everywhere. 

He slants his mouth back over hers, pressing her back into the wall. Her hands are everywhere, tracing his biceps, down his torso, tugging up his shirt.

“Okay, fuck,” James says between furious kisses. He palms her arse, hip, thigh, and then hitches her leg over his hip. “Come on, babe. Up.”

She acquiesces, jumping up a little to wrap her legs around his hips. James stumbles for a moment and pulls her tighter to him, bracing them both against the wall. He breaks their snog to kiss her cheeks, one after the other.

Lily giggles. “Can you even get up the stairs like this?” 

James leans in for another deep kiss, then breaks away. Forehead against forehead. “Pretty sure I could do anything right now.”