#KISSING YOUR FACE WRAPPING YOU IN A BLANKET

[0bticeo]

mark grayson | love me like an innocent (and hold me tight)

summary: viltrumites are war-borne. the only love mark grayson has ever known is the crushing weight of his father's fist. you remedy that.

tw. viltrum!mark, mild blood and gore (it's the invincible show, c'mon), *gasp* hand holding, forehead kisses, reader playing with mark's hair. diabetes inducing amounts of fluff, mark being touch starvedTM. reference to this post.

in another universe, mark grayson is kind, softened by the tender touch of his mother. they call him invincible and his name means hope. there’s something like a boyish lilt to his grin. 

the mark grayson you know pulled you out of the rubble he buried you in, bloodied hand tight around your neck, and left you choking on his ultimatum. follow him or die.

and you were tired of cecil’s no-nonsense, find-a-way-to-beat-these-fuckers stare. tired of playing hero for a bunch of ungrateful scumbags, of ceaselessly bloodying your hands. crime is the many-headed hydra. it will never die. you will. 

you took mark’s hand and buried yourself in his arms. earth burned. 

the flames have settled, the only remaining source of heat being mark’s body, slotted against yours. markus sebastian grayson, clad in the cold colours of viltrum, white and gray molding him into a perfect picture of stoicism. you think of marble. glacial. haughty. 

he’s been… hovering, lately. lingering just out of the corner of your eyes, when the only thing you can catch a glimpse of is the lithe silhouette of him, all sharp angles and cold, eyes colder than the winter soil when frost bites and crops wither. you wonder if he trusts you. if he’s watching you, waiting for the inevitable slip up. 

(you hear the viltrumite talk among themselves. they are not kind - their kin never is. general kregg’s words are cutting. you were once earth’s best defender, with the weight of the sun bearing on your shoulders, liquid fire coursing through your veins. supernova, he mocks. do you really think of yourself as one of us?)

so here you are, on a viltrumite ship, arms crossed as you face the vastness of space. it’s cold, the void of it nipping at your skin despite your powers. you let out a heavy sigh. 

earth orbits before you. you hope it’s worth it, its desolation. the slaughter of the weak. you remember cecil’s gaze as you towered over the pentagon, clad in viltrumite colours. the fear. the betrayal. the knowledge that whatever failsafe he planned against you, to keep you contained, was not enough. the smell of his burnt flesh didn’t make your stomach churn.

a noise. a door sliding open, then shut. viltrumites abhor walking. there are no footsteps to recognise people by here. but there is only one person who comes and goes by the stark room they call your quarters. 

he comes to you with bloodied hands and heavy silence, the weight of it blanketing your shoulders. you do not know if you hate him for what he’s made you do. 

(you remember the regent emperor thragg standing before you and asking to prove yourself to the empire. you remember mark suggesting you lay waste on the pentagon, voice detached. you remember burning the GDA to the ground. self immolation at its peak.)

you see him, his reflection next to you, blood splattering his uniform, his cheeks, his hair. he does not speak. stands a mere few inches away from you. he’s warm, you think, you know, you feel. warm enough that you wonder why he burns, what is burning him. 

hesitantly, you brush your fingers against his. he stiffens, shoulders tensing in the prelude to viltrumite ultraviolence. you freeze, make a move to pull away. his fingers curl around yours, wrap tight and pull. 

your breath hitches, head resting on the angel wing of his collarbone, one you’ve traced the contours of one desperate, desperate night three months ago. you, mark, and so much grief you wanted to drown in it. you had never felt that cold in your life. mark had pulled you close, mouth feverish on yours, thumb smearing blood away from the corner of your lip. you’d melted. 

you’ve learned, then, panting and breathless in the wreckage left of the pentagon, hellfire burning, that viltrumites fuck like they fight. it wasn’t soft, the way mark took you and made you his own, it never was. you don’t think you’d want it any other way. you remember the way he looked at you when you cupped his cheek, the way he flinched when your skin touched his own, impossibly soft. he’s never known anything but his father’s fist.

three months later, and you’re a betrayer to your kin, lone human in a viltrumite ship. and one of their strongest warriors has his hands resting on your hips, thumbs brushing hesitantly over the thick material over your uniform, seeking, seeking. you do not understand why he’s drinking you in like he’s been starving for it, like he can only breathe when you’re around. why now? something like a low, broken little noise echoes in your ear. your eyes widen.

“mark? what’s wrong?”

you turn to face him, hand coming up to cradle his cheek. his breath hitches. you watch as he leans into your touch, the sharp angle of his cheek pressing against your palm. it feels like something is clicking. you meet his gaze. gone is the glacier edge to his eyes. they’re soft. infinitely soft, gazing at you as though you’re holding the universe in the palm of your hand. your heart skips a beat. then another.

something like a soft blush dusts his cheekbones, and you watch, bewildered, as he nuzzles your hand, a stray lock of hair brushing your knuckles. 

“mark?” you breathe. 

he glances away, fingers curling around your wrist. a shuddering breath escapes him, warm on your pulse. he feels it, the way your blood jumps under your skin, fluttering softly under his fingertips. you push away his hair from his face, comb the thick dark locks behind his ear. it’s gotten bloody again.

another soft noise.

“keep- keep doing that.”

“what?”

he nuzzles your hand, grip on your hip growing impossibly tighter.

“touching my hair,” he whispers, burying his face in the crook of your neck, blood and gore and viscera now clinging to you both.

you tut a little and gently push him away, eyeing the mess he’s made. blood drips down from his trembling fists to the floor, drip drip dripping red. your fingers lace with his.

“let’s get us cleaned up, yeah?”

blood drips down the shower. lately, it feels as though the only colours you’ve known are white, grey and red. so much red. too much red- 

mark’s hand cups your cheek. trembling. hesitant. like he doesn’t know what he’s doing. he doesn’t, you realise. not with the way viltrumites are, war-bent, destruction-borne. he’s trying. for you. your heart swells in your chest and you smile at him.

“hey.”

his lips curl in a rare smile, chasing the touch of your hands as they busy themselves in his hair, gently massaging his scalp. he’s practically purring under your touch, leaning down to give you better access.

“hey.”

you brush his split knuckles, the bruises blooming over his ribs, the deep gash above his adonis belt, already healing, reduced to a faint, pink line. he doesn’t flinch. only pulls you closer, chin on top of your head. you have to push him away to avoid getting soapy water in your eyes.

“who was the unlucky guy?”

“spawn.”

one of earth’s strongest. one of your colleagues. one of your frien- 

you sigh. inhale, exhale, until the only things that exist are you, mark, and the scalding stream of water trickling down on your skin. until mark pulls you out of the shower and lays you down in bed, barely dry, his head resting on your chest.

you’ve betrayed everything and everyone the moment your heart started beating for him. but here, with the way his lips curl into a half-smile, with the way he trails soft patterns over the small scar on your hip bone, your guilt eases.

“can you… can you play with my hair?” he whispers, burrowing himself in your chest.

you think he wants to crawl in it. make himself at home between your ribs, nestle against your heart and rest his weary head on it.

“yeah.”

in another universe, mark grayson is born soft and cradled by his mother’s warmth. in this universe, debbie grayson is dead, and all the love he ever knew was violence. he’s all sharp edges and cold gazes and bloodied fists, more weapon than human. 

yet, in the quiet of your room, he softens against you, guard lowered enough to let you press your lips to the crown of his hair. 

“let me love you,” you murmur.

he looks up at you, chin on your chest, eyes softer than you’ve ever seen them.

“rotten, useless work.”

you press your lips to his.

“not to me.”

(taking the liberty to tag a few ppl, as you guys seemed interested by poor lil mew mew viltrum mark: @gaiasmight @linkwho1 )

[haruchuiyo]

a precious treasure

a small fluffy drabble of sylus I wrote at like 4 am because why not ><

word count: 0.4

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Sylus holds you securely against his body with one arm under your butt while his other hand carries your purse and heels. Your own arms are wrapped around his neck as you nuzzle into his neck, sleepy but trying your best to stay awake. Sylus drops your heels and purse on the floor with a soft thud, before he tucks you in his bed, his black blanket covering your entire body leaving your face sticking out from it.

“Sy.” Sylus hears you softly call for him as he hums in reply. “Tell me something about yourself.” You say as you get more comfortable below the blanket and Sylus lets out a small amused chuckle. You smile at his reaction, sticking your hand out from the blanket and try to reach for his. He is kneeling by the edge of the bed and happily accepts your soft grasp on his hand. He intertwines it as he smiles at you.

“I have told you everything, sweetie.” His voice is a soft deep rumble. You smile sleepily, shaking your head slightly. “Don’t be a liar, that’s unlike you.” At your words, Sylus chuckles once more and strokes your hand with his thumb.

“You’re a smart kitten, aren’t you?” He leans in and presses a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’m smart enough to catch you lying when my eyelids are about to fall down.” Sylus lets outs a laugh at that and places his head close to yours on the bed. His red eyes are piercing but whenever they’re laid upon you, they soften and gazes upon you like you’re a precious treasure.

Right after your words, Sylus can see your eyelids dropping by every second and yet you still fight your drowsiness to hear his answer. His heart swells up in warmth for you like they always do, filling the entire space you got in it with love.

“Would you believe me if i said I remember our past life together?” His voice felt like it wavered, his past life as an outcast dragon being loved by a past you.

“I’ll always believe you, Sylus.” Was what you muttered while falling asleep properly. Sylus eyes slightly widened in surprise before he flashed a small smile to your sleepy state. Unbeknownst to you, he tried his best to smile even though his eyes had slightly welled up in tears. You will always be his precious treasure.

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is it obvious I wrote this with nothing else in mind than just sylus ? LOL

if you liked this, a like and reblog would be greatly appreciated <3

divider by @bernardsbendystraws

[mommyslittlebird]

would puppy ever go through a little aggression phase? nothing too major but maybe pre heat when hormones are out of whack or just a little phase they have when they show territorial signs and little acts of aggression (never against wanda) maybe growling at people who get to close to wanda or nipping natasha’s fingers when she gets too close. little puppy resource guarding her mama❤️‍🩹

It all started one afternoon when Wanda came inside with a cut on her foot. It wasn’t anything major, she’d just cut it while she was doing some yard work with Natasha. It was, overall, a relatively minor injury.

But it had scared you in a way she hadn’t recognized.

You sat next to her while Natasha tended to the wound. You watched her blot the cut with gauze, covering it in dark and sticky blood. You could smell it. It made you sick to your stomach.

When Natasha poured some hydrogen peroxide onto a cotton pad, Wanda sucked on her teeth and whimpered.

“Stop it!” You barked. “You’re hurting her! Stop hurting my mama!”

“Baby it’s okay. She’s not hurting mama, she’s just making sure it’s all cleaned up so mama doesn’t get an infection,” she soothed, wrapping her arm around your head and giving you kisses. “Why don’t you go upstairs?” She knew you wouldn’t leave unless she gave you a job, so she made something up. “Can you go upstairs and make mama a nice little snuggle pile to lay down in?”

Reluctantly, you nodded and headed up to the bedroom. You made the bestest snuggle nest you could. You brought up all mama’s blankets and pillows from the couch. You laid all your favorite toys meticulously around the edges, and you arranged the blankets in a perfectly mama shaped circle.

Natasha helped her up the stairs, laying her in the nest before heading back downstairs. You laid on Wanda’s chest and kissed her face all over, hoping to soothe her discomfort. “You’re such a good puppy, always looking out for your mama. This is a beautiful snuggle pile you made us. Thank you so much, baby.”

You’d always liked Natasha. She played with you and wrestled with you in the yard. But when she came back up to Wanda's room and approached her, you just heard Wanda’s pained whimper and saw her scrunched up face. Something inside of you lit up. It was like your brain stopped and your body took over.

You positioned yourself between the two women, looking at Natasha with your teeth bared. You growled, low and dangerous, a sound Wanda had never heard from you before. When Natasha didn't back up, you lunged at her, nipping at her hand. "Get away from my mama! You can't touch her!"

Natasha backed up, putting her hands up in a gesture of surrender. "Okay. Okay. I'm not gonna do anything to hurt your mama." She held up a blue bag wrapped sloppily in a washrag. "This is an ice pack for her foot. It will help her stop hurting. Will you let me help her?"

You softened, but only slightly, retreating back to sit on Wanda's lap. You puffed out your chest, bolstering up your most threatening demeanor. "Fine. But if you hurt her again, I'm gonna... I'm gonna fuck you up! And... and once you're done, you're gonna go home!"

Wanda gasped. "Puppy!"

Natasha had to bite her lip to keep from chuckling. "Okay. I promise I won't hurt her, and I'll leave as soon as I'm done."

She gently secured the ice pack to Wanda foot and allowed you to back her out of the room. Your paws clumsily closed the door behind her, and you dragged your toy box over to bar the door. Only then did you relax, climbing up onto the bed and lying flat against Wanda.

She could feel you shaking, pressing your head against her chest as if monitoring her heartbeat. "Hey, baby," she started quietly. "What was that? Why did you bite Aunt Natasha? And you know you're not supposed to say bad words like that."

"I'm sorry, mama," you whined, licking her in a gesture of apology. She could tell how genuinely guilty you felt. "I just... she hurted you and... and I was scared mama! It was like... I knew I was being a mean puppy, but my heart was telling me you were in danger. I know I wasn't supposed to mama. Even when I was doing it, my brain was saying “don’t bite. Bad puppies bite.”, but my body was doing it anyway. Like... like you was gonna die if I didn't!"

Wanda kissed your head. "It's okay, baby. You're not in trouble," she gently reassured. "You that thing in your body that was telling you that we were in danger was your puppy instinct. Your body didn't feel like mama was safe, and it made you act out a little bit. But it's okay. Mama will help you learn how to deal with it, so you won't be so scared when something like that happens again."

You tucked your head under her chin, nuzzling against her. "Mama?"

"What is it, baby?"

"Can you call Aunt Natty so I can say sorry?"

Wanda smiled and chuckled. "Of course, sweetheart. I'm sure Aunt Natty would appreciate that."

Puppy Collection

[edamameimei]

it's us against the world

"i'd thank my lucky stars but it's tearing me apart 'cause you don't see us like i do, you don't see us from my view."

pairing: daniela avanzini x reader!7th member

synopsis: the question that everyone always asks daniela is when she's going to tell you how she feels. but no one understands. it's a risk she isn't willing to take, especially if it means losing you and everything you two have built with each other over the past two years.

fluff, might get angsty here and there but mainly fluff :) cw: swearing, kissing

a/n: just want to put out there that this is not a REAL portrayal of the people mentioned in this fic. all events are fictional and are for entertainment purposes only.

wc: 5186

now playing: i do - renee rapp

Daniela realizes she has feelings for you when she’s 19 years old. 

“Do you know what time it is?” 

Daniela looks at you, her cheek pressed against her knees. She has her legs pulled up to her chest, hugging them in an attempt to keep them warm from the cold breeze. She sits with you on a blanket on the beach. After a long and tiring day of training, she lit up at your idea of sitting by the ocean for a few hours. She ignored your warnings to wear sweatpants and opted to wear your hoodie and shorts for the outing. But as you give her a knowing smirk, Daniela silently regrets her choices. She shrugs in response to your question, shivering slightly due to the wind picking up. You scoot closer to her, taking off your flannel. She picks her head up, opening her mouth to protest but you’re already draping the material over her legs. You pat her knees playfully, wrapping an arm around her shoulder to provide her more warmth. Daniela leans into your touch, resting her head against your shoulder and closes her eyes. 

“Don’t say anything smart.” She says, hugging your arm tightly. You hum in response, letting out a soft chuckle. You grab her hand, lacing your fingers together. You whisper, teasingly, “I wasn’t gonna say anything.” Daniela pulls away slightly and scoffs. She jabs a finger into your side and it causes you to bite your lip, trying to contain your squeal. She does it again, and again, wanting to annoy you but you won’t let her win. You grab her wrists, pulling her closer to you. She laughs loudly as you wrap your arms around her, picking her up effortlessly. She ends up being the one squealing as you run toward the water.

“Y/n L/n! You BETTER not!” Your laughter rings in her ears and she wonders if this is what poets mean when they write about love. And she wonders if you feel the same way. 

On your days off from training and development, Daniela takes it as an opportunity to simply relax. 

She sits cross-legged on her bed, glasses perched on her nose, reading the newest book you got her from the bookstore. She plays with the string of yet another hoodie she stole from you, her brows furrowed as she becomes entranced by the story in front of her. She is about to turn the page but is pulled out of her thoughts when she hears a loud snore beside her. Daniela turns her head, glaring at your sleeping form. You’re curled up on her bed, phone still in your hand. You must have fallen asleep at one point while you were scrolling through TikTok. She notices your glasses have become askew and your mouth hangs open slightly. Your free arm hugs a plushie you brought from your dorm close to your chest and makes Daniela’s glare soften. 

She reaches out, slowly taking your glasses off your face and places them on the nightstand. She grabs your phone and plugs it into her charger. She takes another look at you, admiring how pretty you looked even when you were peacefully snoring. Daniela threads her fingers through your hair, her book long forgotten as she looks at you. From across the room, Manon clears her throat loudly and Daniela looks up at her with wide eyes. She forgot her roommate was still in the room. Manon looks at Daniela with a teasing glint in her eyes and smirks. “I took a picture of you two, I can send it if you want.” The Latina rolls her eyes in response, retracting her hand from your hair. She looks down at her lap, her cheeks burning. She mumbles, “Yeah, can I have it?” Manon laughs, cackling as she grabs her phone to send Daniela the pictures. She doesn’t look up when she asks her next question. “Are you gonna tell them?” Daniela glances at you again, checking to see if you were still asleep. Your soft snores answer her question and it makes the Latina smile. “One day. We’ll see.” 

You pout as you look at yourself in the mirror, hands on your hips, breathing heavily. You once again made a mistake in the choreography and it’s starting to piss you off. At this point in Dream Academy, you knew there wasn’t any room for less than perfect. There were seven spots to fill and you were determined to be one of them, even if it was the last and only spot. You take a deep breath, preparing to do the routine once more. As you are about to restart the music, you feel a tug on your arm. You look at Daniela, a small frown on your lips. She knows how hard you’ve been working– she thinks you’re the hardest worker out of everyone. There were nights where Daniela would watch you trudge tiredly to your dorm at 3 AM. There are moments in practice when she’d notice a slight limp in your leg. The Latina often worries about you and you have repeatedly told her that everything is fine. 

But Daniela would be damned if she didn’t debut with you. 

She places her hands on your hips, looking at you softly. Worry radiates off of her and you place your hands on her shoulders, squeezing them gently. You tilt your head, putting on a playful smile. But she sees right through your facade. She knows you too damn well but the least you could do is try to put up a front. Daniela keeps her eyes on you and whispers, “We’re in this together, remember?” You nod slowly in response, but the look in your eyes tells her otherwise. She knows you’re struggling and she is determined to help you no matter what. Daniela pulls away from you, taking a step back. She twirls her finger and points toward the mirror. “Come on, I’m gonna show you.” You raise a curious eyebrow at her, letting out a soft chuckle, “Daniela, come on–” She points toward the mirror again, a fierce look in her eyes. “Y/n so help me God! Turn your ass around so we can figure this shit out together!” 

You raise your hands in defense, immediately turning around to face the mirror. She huffs in relief, stepping forward again. She places her hands on your hips and pulls you flush against her. Daniela rests her chin on your shoulder, looking into the mirror. She feels her cheeks begin to burn and she can’t help but feel frozen in place. You weren’t even doing anything, yet it was driving the Latina insane. She planned to guide you, to show you how the choreography goes. But her thoughts run wild, especially when she spots you smirking at her through the mirror. “What?” She whispers, her hands on your hips tightening. 

You shake your head, shrugging your shoulders as you look at Daniela’s reflection. “Sorry. I’ve never had a hot Latina this close to me… I was getting nervous.” Your comment causes her to scoff loudly, pushing you. She walks away, her head down to hide the blush painting her entire face. She feels hot all over and she can’t help but feel annoyed with your presence at the moment. You walk over to her, your eyes wide. 

“Wait, Dani! I still need your help! Dani!” Why she has such a huge crush on you? She isn't sure. But the way you wrap your arms around her waist and hold her close. The way you look at her as if she were the most important person in your life– she knows it just makes sense to fall in love with you.

Daniela sits with you on the floor of her shared dorm with Manon, shoulders touching and shaking with laughter as you finish telling her an embarrassing story from high school. She wipes her eyes, shaking her head at you. You talked about when you tried asking out a girl you were convinced you were in love with back then. However, it ended in disaster with you not getting the girl and instead got a broken arm. The Latina looks at you with a playful smile, her eyes twinkling with happiness. Over the past year, you have become her favorite person. Daniela loves everything about you. It has come to the point where seeing you has become the highlight of her entire day. 

Daniela loves how you light up an entire room with just your smile. She loves how you work so hard, yet take the time to make sure everyone else is doing okay. She loves the softer side of you, the part of you coaches and judges don’t get to see. Everyone knows how confident you are, but Daniela is the only one that knows what lengths it took you to get to that point. She takes pride in being your best friend, the person you completely rely on. And it scares her shitless when she realizes that could be all over tomorrow during the live show. Her face falls when she thinks about it, the twinkle in her eye dimming slightly. Like always, you notice. Of course you do. You cup her cheek and smile softly, your thumb caressing her face gently. “What’s up?” You ask quietly. The Latina bites her lip, suddenly feeling very vulnerable in front of you. 

She doesn’t quite know what to say. She sits there, looking at you with an unreadable expression. You’re about to ask her again but she raises her pinky, her lip quivering slightly. “Promise we’ll stay just like this after tomorrow. No matter what happens.” You open your mouth to respond but she covers it with her hand, a serious look in her eyes. “Do not make a stupid fucking joke right now, Y/n. I am being dead serious.” Your eyes widen, saying a muffled, ‘I wasn’t!’ behind her hand. She slowly retracts it, eyeing you suspiciously before bringing her pinky back up. You roll your eyes before linking your pinky with hers, bringing it to your lips and kissing it softly. You never break eye contact with her, keeping your gaze on her as you whisper, “I promise I’m not going anywhere,” You tilt your head, a sincerity in your eyes as you continue, “We’re gonna stay just like this even after what happens tomorrow.” 

Daniela lets out a sigh of relief. She brings your pinky to her lips, copying your actions from earlier and kisses it gently. She giggles when you pull her into your arms, hugging her tightly. 

Another thing about you that Daniela loves is that you never break a promise. 

She squeals excitedly as you spin her around in your arms, happiness spreading throughout both your bodies. She holds onto you tightly, smiling widely because you’re debuting. Not only that, you’re debuting together. When you finally put her down, you don’t let go of each other. While everyone else celebrates, you only look at each other. It’s as if this world was made solely just for the two of you. You look at Daniela with a teasing smile, “I guess you’re stuck with me.” The Latina pulls you into another hug. She leans close to your ear and whispers, “I wouldn’t want it any other way.” 

It was one thing to live in the dorms with you. But now a whole house? Daniela finds it harder to hide her feelings from you. 

After you and the other six girls competed against each other for the solo room in the house, completing task after task for the sake of Katseye content, you came out victorious in the end while the others had to share their space. You sit next to Yoonchae, watching in amusement as Daniela and Manon try to argue with Megan and Lara about the rules. You glance at Sophia, who gives you a knowing look back. 

“That’s the POINT of the GAME!” Megan shouts at the two girls standing, the game becoming more intense as it continues. Daniela looks at you, her eyes pleading. “Y/n! Give us some back up!” You widen your eyes, immediately shaking your head. You raise your hands in distress. “No, no. Don’t put me in this argument–” Lara cuts you off, raising a finger, “This isn’t an argument, we’re just clarifying the rules.” Megan peeks out from behind her, pointing a finger at you, “No! Are you kidding me? We’re asking Y/n? They’ll just take Daniela’s side– They always do this!” You sit up from the couch, leaning forward to argue her point. Suddenly, you and Megan begin bickering back and forth, forgetting the entire game. 

“Name one time I took Dani’s side!” You sit back on the couch, crossing your arms playfully. You look at the camera with a faux serious expression, “I’ll wait.” Megan begins her list, starting from the very beginning of training and development. You keep your eyes on the camera as she continues, but it has become very obvious that you have lost your argument. Your serious expression begins to crumble as Daniela comes into frame. She sits on your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck. She leans in close to you and pouts, tilting her head to add to her puppy dog expression. “Y/n… Please just say me and Manon get the point…” 

You keep your expression deadpan at the camera. “That did not look like the Olympics to me. I don’t even know what the fu- freak you were doing.” Daniela pushes off of you, stomping away from the camera as everyone erupts in laughter. Yoonchae sits on the couch, her ears covered as Sophia covers her mouth, trying to stifle her giggles. Daniela looks at you with a frown, but she knows you won’t take it seriously. She knows you’re just as happy as she is. You look at her, throwing a wink in her direction and it causes her to roll her eyes, biting her lip to contain her smile. 

“You know I love you, right?” You yell at her and she flips you off, the action not caught on camera. 

But she loves you too. She loves you in more ways than you would ever know. And it tears her apart every time she remembers that you don’t.

Daniela opens the door to your room, not even bothering to knock. She walks inside and flops onto your bed, sticking her tongue at you when you glance at her with an annoyed expression. You were songwriting at your desk before she came in and you were somewhat in the zone. But of course, Daniela had to make herself comfortable in your room. She does this often, going into your room unannounced. She did this at the dorms and has now found her routine doing it at the house. But Daniela knows you don’t mind. She knows you would have already set that boundary by now. She rolls onto her stomach, propping herself up with her elbows and rests her chin against her palms. “Do you wanna get dinner with me?” She hears you snicker at her question.

“Are you asking me on a date?” Daniela freezes for a moment. She looks away from you, suddenly feeling shy. That was not what she was doing and she knew you were just joking, but she couldn’t help but feel a slight aching in her chest. She wants more than anything for it to be a date, for something more with you. But she hasn’t found the courage to cross that line with you. And she isn’t sure if you felt the same way. Sure, you two were always together, always needing to be touching, maybe even making flirtatious comments toward one another. But something Daniela has come to realize about you is that you are always like that. The Latina doesn’t want to admit it, but it irks her whenever you flirt with the other members. She can’t help but stare when you’re sitting in someone else’s lap or when you kiss their cheek after they’ve done something for you. 

She hates it even more when you’re like that with Eyekons and she doesn’t know why. 

It has become one of your bits lately to flirt with the fans. Whether that be through the Weverse DMs or lives, you never fail to make Eyekons go crazy with your outrageous comments. She remembers one time when you told an Eyekon to their face how they were exactly your type. It took everything in Daniela to not lose her shit on the spot. The way the fan giggled at your words, the way they hugged you so tightly afterwards. Daniela wanted to pull you away and show you exactly who your type was. But the Latina wouldn’t know that information. She would like to imagine she was everything you could ever want in a girlfriend. 

But here she was, feeling shy over the fact you suggested that she was asking you on a date. 

In Daniela fashion though, she clicks her tongue, getting off your bed. She walks toward you, pulling you out of your chair by your hoodie. You stumble slightly as Daniela pulls you onto your feet and drags you out of your room. You were smart enough to not fight her, and you were even smarter to grab her keys for her before being manhandled out the door. If you were going anywhere with Daniela, she prefers to be the one driving. 

“Mami, can you take a picture of me?” Daniela looks up from her phone, ignoring the way her breath hitched when she heard what you called her. You and Daniela were currently in one of the practice rooms together, planning for the upcoming MAMA performance. You two had been bouncing ideas off of each other, building the choreography. They were just ideas of course, but you two couldn’t contain your excitement. After everything you both went through together, you now had the opportunity to truly showcase your skills as performers. At MAMA, of all events. Every time Daniela watched you during practice, she would swell up with pride. You have grown into yourself, becoming much more self-assured. She remembers how insecure you were in the beginning of your journey, afraid of what everyone would think of you. 

Now, everyone loved you. And you knew that. 

Daniela stands up, stretching. You and her had been taking a break for a few minutes after practicing for so long. You hand her your phone and she pulls up the camera app, pointing it toward you. She couldn’t help the way her eyes widened when you pulled your shirt off, revealing you only in your sports bra. Her mouth goes dry and she tries to play it cool but she can’t deny how mesmerizing you are. You were currently wearing a pair of baggy black jeans and the band of your Kleins poke out just enough for everyone’s imagination. Daniela watches as you adjust them slightly, your stomach flexing as you do so. The Latina takes a quick picture, knowing you’d appreciate the candid moment. 

(Also, to send to herself, she admits). 

You look up at the camera, unaware of how Daniela blatantly checks you out from behind your phone. For your first pose, you decide to cross your arms over your chest, smirking at the camera. “How’s this?” You ask and Daniela just nods, giving you a thumbs up. “You look hot, baby.” You chuckle, satisfied. She takes a few pictures of you, all from different angles. Daniela directs your poses, telling you which ones to do and what kind of expression to give the camera. Throughout the photography session, Daniela couldn’t keep her eyes off of you. She thought being around you during Dream Academy was difficult. But now being in the same group as you? This was her own personal hell. And the fact you were going to post these photos for Eyekons to see and thirst over? It makes the girl’s eye twitch at the thought. 

After a few more photos, and you picked the ones you’d share, you two begin practicing again. Daniela notices how you don’t put your shirt back on once you both get back on track. 

Daniela Avanzini never makes a mistake. But boy, was she slipping up for the rest of the night. 

It’s a random Tuesday when Manon randomly decides to ask Daniela the question that has been on everyone’s mind for two years. 

“Is one day soon? Or are you guys gonna keep having this weird homoerotic friendship for the rest of our lives?” Daniela looks away from her vanity and glares at Manon. “Why would you say that?” The Ghanaian girl rolls her eyes, throwing a pillow at Daniela from across the room. Daniela manages to swat it away, looking back at the mirror to finish her make-up. “Manon! I was literally in the middle of doing my eyebrows.” She hears Manon sigh loudly in response. “Dani… Babe,” Manon looks at the Latina with an exasperated look as she continues, “You’ve been in love with them since you were 19. You’re turning 21 in like, four months.” Daniela continues to ignore her, leaning in closer to her mirror to do finishing touches on her make-up. Manon gets up from her bed and walks over to Daniela. She crosses her arms, looking at the other girl with a disapproving look. “What’s the hold up?” 

Daniela shrugs, still not looking away from the mirror. “I’m not ruining our friendship.” It’s a simple response, but it holds a lot more weight than she wants to lead on. Daniela knows better than anyone else how long it has been and she knows it's been a secret for far too long. But to risk losing the best thing that has ever happened to her? She’d rather die. Manon sits on Daniela’s bed, frowning. “Dani, that’s literally not gonna happen. I bet all of the money on our next paycheck that Y/n feels the same way,” She leans closer, whispering playfully, “And I heard the next one is a good one.” Daniela scoffs, placing the cap back onto her lipstick. She sets it down and looks at herself in the mirror one last time. She finds herself lost in thought for a moment as she thinks about the possibility of you loving her back. 

She thinks about holding your hand in public, going on dates with you, being able to call you hers officially. 

The sound of the door opening brings her out of her daydream. Daniela snaps her head toward the sound and sees you standing at the doorway. You’re dressed nicely, hands in your pocket, as you look at Daniela with a gentle smile. “Ready to go, Mami?” Manon turns her head back to look at Daniela with a raised eyebrow. She whispers, “This whole time you were getting ready just to hang out with Y/n? You’re joking.” Daniela glares at her roommate, standing up from her vanity and walks over to you, pretending the conversation that was happening previously never happened. She holds onto your arm and you two begin making your way toward the front door. Before you leave, you hear Manon shout, “Have fun on your date!” 

You look at Daniela with a teasing smile. “Is this a date?” Daniela pushes you in response, covering her face in embarrassment as you lead her to your car. 

Daniela lies in bed one night, watching your live that you randomly decided to do. You had asked the Latina if she would like to join, but if she were being honest, she was quite tired of hiding her new hair from Eyekons. The TikToks were fun, but it was becoming such a hassle trying to hide her hair in her beanie. And by the time you asked her, she was already cozy in bed with her glasses on. She giggles softly at something you say during the live, her smile getting wider as she watches you continue awkwardly telling a story to the Eyekons about something that happened today.

The Latina has come to the conclusion that she is undeniably in love with you. And she isn’t sure how long she can keep up with her secret. 

Watching you grow into the person you are now, the person on the screen, has made Daniela realize just how amazing you are. At first, when she first started to realize her feelings for you, she thought it was a fleeting feeling. If she ignored it long enough, it would go away eventually. However, the more she tried ignoring it, the more she fell for you. With every silly smile you threw her, every quip and joke, your charming personality, it only drew the Latina closer to you. Even as two years came and went, the relationship between you and Daniela never changed. You promised and it was a promise you upheld with every fibre of your being. And Daniela is grateful that you are still the same person she met all those years before. 

She continues watching you, adoration clear in her eyes. At some point, the topic of conversation shifted and you began talking about relationships you’ve had in the past. It makes Daniela grimace slightly but she tries to remind herself that it was only the past. Meaning, they no longer exist in your life. She watches as you nervously rub the back of your neck when you talk about the people you were with in high school. Suddenly, you lean in closer to the screen, a comment obviously catching your eye. You laugh loudly, throwing your head back. Daniela furrows her brow, curious as to what you read. 

“If you could date anyone in the group, who would it be? Um… Dani, for sure,” Your words hit the Latina. Her heart begins to beat out of her chest as she continues listening to you, “But, I’m pretty sure I’m not her type though so… That’s kind of disappointing.” You laugh again, but Daniela notices a shift in your mood. The way your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes. Your face falls slightly but you quickly read another comment as if to hide what you’re truly feeling. It makes Daniela’s head spin and before she can stop herself, she hops out of bed and runs out of the room. 

You’re replying to more comments when you hear a banging on your door. You jump slightly at the unexpected interruption, turning around in your seat. You look back at the camera with a sheepish smile. “Hold on, pardon the interruption, chat.” You get up from the chair, walking to the door. When you open it, you smile happily when you see your best friend. However, your smile falters when you notice the Latina slightly in distress. You whisper, “Are you okay? I can end the live…” Daniela only nods in response, biting her lip. You quickly turn around, running toward the camera with an apologetic look in your eyes. “Sorry guys, duty calls. We’ll talk soon, okay?” You wave goodbye, ending the live. You turn toward the Latina with a worried expression. 

“Dani? Are you–” She cuts you off, grabbing your face. She presses her lips against yours forcefully, but softly at the same time. The way she kisses you is almost desperate, as if she had been waiting to do it for a very long time. But you immediately respond, placing your hands on her hips because this was exactly what you’ve been waiting for. You pull her closer, your hands reaching up to thread into her hair. She lets out a soft sigh and it drives you even crazier. Her lips move against yours in a rhythm that makes you believe you were meant to be right here, with her. She pulls away for a moment, catching her breath. When you open your eyes, you see a slight daze in her eyes and it makes your heart beat rapidly. “What was that for?” You ask, breathless, a smile playing at your lips as you hear her giggle. 

Daniela cups your cheeks with her hands and looks at you lovingly. She bites her lip, “I do…” She lets out a soft chuckle, looking down at the ground for a brief second before looking back up at you with the same loving stare. “I mean– you are. Exactly my type. Literally everything I could want in a partner so…” You tilt your head, your grin growing bigger. “So?” Daniela kisses you again. This time, it was much more gentle. Her hands move from your cheeks to the back of your neck, pulling you even closer. Two years is a long time, but it was so worth the wait. 

You’re playing a game with Yoonchae when Daniela walks into the room, throwing her phone at you. 

Your eyes widen, wincing when it hits your chest. Yoonchae glances at Daniela, noticing the agitated look in her eyes. She takes it as her cue to leave, pausing the game. She leans toward you and whispers, “I think you’re cooked.” You look at Yoonchae, confused. The Korean girl only stands up from the couch, making a beeline out of the room. Daniela continues looking at you, slightly annoyed. You extend your arms out to her, gesturing for her to come and hug you. “What’s up, Mami?” Daniela ignores your arms and points at you, her expression becoming more serious. “Keep flirting with Eyekons over Weverse. See what happens.” Your mouth gapes open in realization, then suddenly, you begin to laugh. 

Daniela was jealous over your messages on Weverse? 

Your laughter subsides when you notice Daniela not laughing with you and instead, her expression is even deadlier, if that was even possible. You grab her phone, unlocking it to see the damage you made on Weverse. You had to admit– these were pretty bad. You stand up from the couch, handing the phone back to your girlfriend. You pout, “No more flirting.” Daniela nods, crossing her arms. She murmurs something under her breath but it was too quiet for you to hear. You frown, pulling her into your arms. She keeps her arms crossed as you whisper into her ear, “What was that, baby?” She sighs, resting her head on your shoulder. She whispers back, “People need to know you’re mine.” You chuckle softly, holding her closer. You kiss the top of her head. “I think I can figure something out. You know, without getting in trouble with the boss.” You feel her laugh in your arms and she uncrosses her arms, hugging you back. 

You: dany/n truthers 

You: are yall in the building? 

You: the superior ship so true 

You: im lowk a simp for her but that stays between us 

Dani: what did y/n say in their dms?

Dani: we’re the superior ship LMAOOO

Dani: they wish <3

a/n: do you guys get nervous every time i post a new fic bc u think ill break ur heart? i promise im not that mean LOL i hope u guys enjoyed, lmk what u think. fluff bc ive been feelin pretty good lately. <3

requests are open

[toshn]

Mark comfort when readers on there period. Whenever I'm on my period is hurts so bad that I feel sick and My legs are numb like right now

mark comforting reader who’s on her period !

it feels like you were getting punched by a dozen dupli-kates all at once and all in one place. your knees have been bent for so long it’s like they aren’t even there anymore. you were curled up under the comfort of your blanket so tightly into a ball that all you had to do was fold into yourself. you heard the window to your apartment slide open from behind you—but you couldn’t be bothered to turn around because you were in such a comfortable position that the pain isn’t as present it normally is. you didn’t really need to, however. because who could possibly be able to open your window when your unit was on the 7th floor? obviously, only your boyfriend, the one and only invincible, can do that.

you heard him carefully close the window back shut before a warm hand pressed against your arm, softly shuffling the fabric that stood between his palm against your skin. you shifted slightly under the blanket to move your head which was the only part of your body that wasn’t wrapped by your blanket to give mark a pitiful face full of disdain—your nose all scrunched and your eyebrows impossibly furrowed. you groaned as you felt a sudden strong prick against your abdomen, causing you to retreat back into a fetal position.

“hi my love,” mark cooed, nestling an elbow on the side of your head and combing your hair to move any loose strands away from your face, “i’m sorry it took so long. cecil wouldn’t let me leave unless i completely finish my training for today." he carefully reached under the covers and snaked his hand beneath your arms to get to your stomach, cradling it with such tenderness it almost made you cry. literally. "does this hurt?"

"yes mark. it hurts so bad. it hurts so frickin' bad i need- PLEASE i need a heating pad. A BURNING hot heating pad. and- oh my god- my head feels so dizzy. it’s like someone put me into a blender. hell, i can’t even feel my legs right now!” you held your face in your hands, groaning loudly, “i’ve been in this stupid position for the past 2 hours. everything sucks, mark :(“

mark chuckled, leaning down slightly to get closer to you, “like, a super duper hot heating pad?" he whispered with a softhearted grin.

"yes please. i’m begging you.”

before you could whine any further, mark's already got a pad in his hands in the blink of an eye.

“i also got us your laptop on the way. you know, in case you- wanna watch anything.” he sheepishly grinned, carefully placing the laptop down on the foot of your bed before kneeling beside your spot on the bed. he watched as you begrudgingly moved onto your back slightly to allow mark to place the heating pad onto your stomach, adjusting it just a bit to perfectly hug the entirety of your skin before returning to your fetal position.

you breathed a contented sigh of relief, "thank you so much, baby. i needed this so bad you don't understand."

mark's smile grew impossibly wider than it already was upon hearing your words, leaving trails of light kisses from your arm to your shoulder before carefully settling his chin down next to your head, his face inches away from yours, and wrapped an arm around you. sharing his warm body heat onto yours with his comforting embrace.

the silence shared between you two didn’t last very long as you started speaking, "i know you just got back, but i really want froyo, could you get me some froyo? so i have something to munch on that isn’t you while we watch?” you murmured under your breath, reaching a hand out to intertwine it with the hand mark wrapped around you before slowly closing your eyes. letting yourself rest after tiring yourself out from whining all day.

mark hummed, gripping his hand in yours tighter. “of course, i’ll get you anything you want.”

“but what if it’s space froyo? would you get it even if it’s space froyo?”

“even if it’s space froyo.”

@ toshn, pls do not steal or ur cheeks will!! be clapped.

[cigsaftersuh]

৻ꪆ date nights with bf .ᐟ enhypen

heeseung watches you with a lazy grin as you concentrate on the claw machine, tongue peeking out in focus. "you got this," he murmurs, resting his chin on your shoulder. the claw grips a plushie, and when it drops into the prize slot, you turn to him, eyes sparkling. "i did it!" he chuckles, ruffling your hair. "of course you did, baby." later, in his car, his free hand finds yours, thumb tracing slow circles. "keep the plushie close," he says softly, glancing at you between streetlights. "but not closer than me."

jay hums along to the soft jazz playing in the background as he stirs the pasta. "almost done," he says, glancing over at you sitting on the counter. you smile, kicking your legs as he steps between them, tilting your chin up. "a little taste?" he offers, holding a fork to your lips. after dinner, he tugs you into his arms, the kitchen now dimly lit. "dance with me?" he whispers. you giggle, pressing your forehead to his. "thought you’d never ask."

jake pulls you into his chest, wrapping the blanket tighter around both of you as the movie plays. “best part of the night,” he murmurs, nuzzling into your hair. halfway through, he grabs a handful of popcorn, only to groan when he realizes it’s burnt. “i swear it wasn’t this bad earlier.” you giggle, eating a piece anyway, and he watches you with a soft smile. “you really love me, huh?” he teases, pressing a kiss to your temple. “guess i’ll have to make it up to you.”

"you’re terrible at this," sunghoon states, laughing as he watches you attempt to crack an egg. before you can argue, he steps behind you, his hands guiding yours. "like this," he whispers, voice warm against your ear. his arms linger around your waist even after the task is done, and neither of you move. later, as the cookies bake, you find yourself swaying in the kitchen, his chin resting on your head. "this is nice," he murmurs. "yeah?" you whisper back. he pulls you closer. "yeah."

"hold still," sunoo instructs, carefully smoothing a face mask onto your cheeks. you pout, and he giggles, gently tapping your nose. "cutie." once your skincare is done, he pulls you into his arms, a fluffy blanket wrapped around both of you as you share a tub of ice cream. "one bite for me, one for you," he says, but he ends up stealing extra spoonfuls. you nudge him playfully, and he pouts. "fine, i’ll make it up to you." he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "for my favorite person."

jungwon leans in, eyes locked onto yours. "if i win, you owe me a kiss," he says, smirking as he places his final scrabble word. you gasp. "you totally cheated!" he just shrugs, tilting his head. "rules are rules." when you huff, he softens, reaching over to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "don’t be mad, baby," he murmurs. "here, i’ll make it fair." and before you can react, he leans in, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. "now we’re even."

niki tugs you closer as you walk through the amusement park, his hoodie now draped over your shoulders. "cold?" he asks, rubbing your arm gently. the rollercoaster ride left you dizzy, so he buys you a warm taiyaki, holding it up to your lips. "open," he insists. you take a bite, and he grins. "good?" you nod, offering him a bite, but instead of the snack, he presses a quick kiss to your lips. "tastes even better," he whispers, his grin turning playful when you hide your face in his hoodie.

[cha0s-junkie]

hiii love love love your stuff and i was hoping you could write more for the yandere couple? like the aftermath of them bringing reader home and when they start to get settled or whatever but i'm super excited for whatever you post next!

platonic yandere! couple x reader (pt. 2)

Here's pt. 1!

warnings; a sprinkle of infantilism, kinda fluffy.

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"Why me?"

Your voice was hoarse. You had cried almost the entire way back to their place. 'Our home.' as they kept calling it, it wasn't your home and it never would be. But for now, it was a place you had to be in. Making you change into an expensive pair of pajamas that was your perfect size.

Unsettling. But nonetheless comfortable. Now you were in 'your' bed being tucked in by the woman. She had a soft, maternal smile as she happily tended to you.

"Why not you, sweetheart? You are perfect, a perfect addition."

You could only stare at her. So she was delusional. Picking you of all people to destroy a life. Just because they wanted a kid, when you weren't even a kid.

"Now, I have a little gift for you. So that your room can feel more like yours, c'mon close your eyes." She's giddy now. You look at her for a brief moment not trusting her.

"Close 'em!" She giggled. You sighed and played into it hoping that she would leave whatever she brought and just left you alone. You hear shuffling before she taps your shoulder.

"Ta daa!" She exclaims. You open your eyes and in her hands she held your favorite stuffed toy. The one that you slept with every night. You took it from her and let out a shaky breath.

"Thanks." You muttered, hugging it to your chest. "Ah, thank you...?"

Just say it. Say it so that she'll leave you alone. Through gritted teeth, you call her what she had been begging you to call her the entire time you were with them. "Thank you, mom."

She gushes, planting a kiss to your forehead. "That's what I like to hear, now go to bed. It's way past your bedtime."

You couldn't get any sleep, even if you were cuddling something that you were familiar with. The room was so eerie, you didn't know if they were watching you through any hidden cameras that were in your room.

So being woken up early in the morning wasn't exactly fun.

You groaned as the curtains to your room was slid open. "Close itttt."

"Nooo, my baby needs to wake upppp." The voice teases. It was deep. A small part of you was grateful it wasn't her. You turn your head to glare at him and he returns your glare with a playful smile.

"It's not good for you to sleep all day." He moves to your bed, too tired to move you watched as he sat next to you. "Up and at 'em, your mom's making breakfast for you, all special for your first day with us."

"Not my mom." You remind him but he agrees with you like you were a petulant child. "Sure, honey. C'mon you must be hungry."

That was true. But you didn't want to give in so you bury your face into your pillows again, tucking yourself deeper into your blanket.

"Alright, you asked for it." You tense not knowing what he meant, then you feel his arms wrap around you and lift you into his arms. You yelped in shock as he cradled you to his chest. You felt more like a baby as he had carried you with your blanket still wrapped around you.

"Aw, how cute. You're truly my baby now, hm?" Fuck no. You start to struggle, his arms pinning you in place.

"Okay!- Okay, I'm sorry let me go. Lemme walk myself, please-"

"Nope, too late. You asked for it." You groaned loudly as he walked down a long hallway and into a giant dining area.

"An eventful morning?" She asks, noticing you bundled up in his arms. You wanted to die then and there.

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we love the inconsistent tone in this. anyways. found out who made the purge au one by the name of @/yanderemommabean, her works are great!! check 'em out!! (if you're 18+).

[daydreamingimagines]

dogs, deers and rats?

you tell sirius how you feel about dogs.... safe to say he gets much too defensive about it.

poly!marauders x reader

genre: fluff

words: 1.1k

a/n: this is repost, bc my acc got deleted, I will miss you 900 notes...

"Hello-" before the words could leave your mouth, a limp body has thrown itself at you with a thump on the bed.

"Sirius, what the hell?" The words leave your mouth, but your hands find themselves in his hair as usual, removing strands of them from his face to see him more clearly. He looks up from where he had buried his face and leans to press his lips to yours. He breaks it off for a second just to say, "I missed you so much, my sweetest angel," and kisses you again.

"Oi, let us see her face too." says James as he settles himself beside Remus on the couch after he had draped a blanket over Remus. He didn't look that bad, but the tired and weary expression on his face was unmistakable.

You were treading water as you looked at Remus and extended a hand to beckon him to you, but Sirius was quick to snatch it to himself and say,

"No, first me, then you can do whatever." Sirius says as he wraps himself around you even closer, but you only laugh and say,

"Your time never ends, Sirius."

He lets out a scuff of disbelief before resorting to kissing your neck and shoulders, no answer to your accusation.

"What happened?" You ask James and Remus, breaking them from their conversation.

James was quick to answer, "Oh our dear Moony got himself into a tussle with this giant dog. Scratched him up a bit." For some odd reason, Remus only laughed at this.

"Oh my god, are you alright? Are you hurt?" You ask, your voice incredulous, mostly because that sounds like something Sirius, or James would do, not Remus.

Worry and annoyance both flooded your brain, but the former took over and you made a movement to get up and go towards Remus, but that was hard to do when you had a whole human being draped around you.

"Sirius, get off of me." He whined in defense and only tightened his grip and responded, "Don't worry about him, he's fine."

"I'm alright, sweetheart." Remus assures you from his seat, "And I'd rather just stretch for a while." He stretches his shoulders back and a groan of relief escapes him.

You take that as a confirmation and settle down, still skeptical of his answer. The silence doesn't go on for too long before you speak up,

"See, this is why I don't like dogs."

To someone else, it would've seemed like this was the biggest breaking news ever because Sirius stopped his ministrations and immediately distanced himself from you. Remus' eyebrows were raised with an amused smile, and James was looking directly at Sirius with a somewhat pitiful face.

"What did you say?" He asks, his voice flabbergasted.

You looked dumbfounded as if a deer in headlights by his dramatic question,

"I said I don't like dogs that much."

"Angel, how could you say that?" He asks, his eyes holding an expression of betrayal, a bit too dramatic.

You chuckle at his question, and say,

"I didn't know you had such dispositions for dogs." Your eyebrow raised in amusement as a smile adorned your lips.

James was pissing himself laughing on the couch, his hands clutching his chest to catch his breath. You looked at him, your expression amused and confused.

"How could you not like dogs? They're-" his hands fumble around as if to prove a point, "They're lovely!" You roll your eyes, having heard that argument, as if that's enough of an explanation.

"I'm not saying they're not lovely, they're just, you know," you shrug, "not for me."

Sirius' jaw hung open in disbelief and James was now on the half on the floor and half on the couch as his laugh got higher and higher.

"This is the funniest thing I will ever witness." He struggles to get out in between fits of laughter.

"What the hell is so funny?" You asked, feeling a bit out of the loop as to why this is such a big deal.

"It's just they're so clingy, and loud and obnoxious. I just want to come home and relax, and not have someone jumping through hoops for my attention." You continued to explain yourself, looking around for answers.

Now it was Remus' turn to release a bark of laughter as he joined James in his world. Tears had formed around Remus' eyes, his face red and James' glasses were nearly falling off, but he didn't seem to care. Remus could not get over how you had just described Sirius, just in a different form.

"Shut up, you two." Sirius barked at James and Remus which only caused their joy to increase. He turned to regard you,

"Angel, take it back, say you don't mean that."

Now even you were laughing at the situation.

"Don't you think you're taking this a bit too personally?"

James was now punching the sofa cushion as Remus' head fell back, his entire body shaking with laughter, "How else would he take it?" he says, to whom in particular you're not sure.

"Well, it's because they're lovely. Dogs are great." He defends himself, crossing his arms with a huff.

"Well I'm happy you've found your passion for animals, but dogs aren't my favourite. I'm sorry, okay?"

You extend your hand to touch his face, a form of apology, but he only pulls away,

"I can't believe you'd say that to my face, angel." He put his hands in in defense, "And fuck you two, too." He says to James and Remus. Remus was wiping his tears and James was adjusting his glasses, finally breaking their spell of laughter.

Sirius had refused your affections(which he regretted deeply now), because he now saw James take the opportunity and settle himself on your lap. He was still grinning like a maniac, much to Sirius' annoyance, when he suddenly asked,

"What do you think about deers, or stags?" You stopped running your hands through his hair as pure confusion filled your brain,

"What kind of question IS THAT?" Now it was Sirius' turn to laugh, as he clapped his hands in delight,

"I'm just asking! I can't have your opinion?" He says, forcing your hands to comb through his hair again, but your mind couldn't figure out how the conversation goes from dogs to deers.

"I don't know James, I don't think about deers that often."

"You wound me, princess." says James dramatically, as he imitates being stabbed in his heart.

"What about rats?" You heard from the door, seeing Peter come in. He must have heard a little bit of their conversation.

His question only confused you further, if that was even possible.

"You went from dogs, to deers, and now rats." You raise your hands in defeat,

"I can't do this anymore"

Remus throws his head back laughing, his eyes crinkled, and you think that might be the only good thing to come out of the whole debacle.

[soggyriceee]

/super religious college vibes, pathetic/whiny ellie, risky. she really wants to cum all over your pussy. like bad, fem!reader/

ellie and you both were fully aware of how wrong it was what both of you had been doing. touching each others private areas after lights out or even in the back of classes(ellie touching you i should say), kissing under the blankets. but ellie would smile softly down at you, cupping your cheek as her other hand worked against your clit, soothing your anxiety of getting caught.

shed whispering in your ear how it was you guys secret, Sister Maria didn’t have to know. she didn’t have to know how every night for the last 3 months, after night prayer, how Ellie would crawl into your bed, sliding her hand up your night gown. she’d play with the little bow, whispering how much she loved that pair.

“it’s not wrong to feel good..” she’d whimper, bucking her hips against yours as her clit dragged perfectly against your swollen one. her other hand would roll your erect nipple in her long fingers, feeling her orgasm bubbling in her as she watched your face shift.

your hands would cover each others mouths, concious of the two other girls on the opposite side of the room. ellie struggled the most, loving how wet you both were. the sound of each others cunts rubbing against each other could be enough to wake them up, had there not been that awful lullaby in the background, playing through each of the rooms. “theres never a bad time to listen to the songs about Jesus.” you could hear your Sisters say.

she’d lean down right next to your ear, panting, praising you for giving her your pussy. for letting her fuck herself on it, oh she really thanked God then. “s-so.. i’m so close” she’d whine, her movements becoming rugged, impatient.

the bed would softly creak, and for a second you both swore one of the girls woke up. but Ellie was so far into it, so close to cumming against you. her green eyes were low, jaw slack as her hands pressed your hips into the mattress, spit drooling from her mouth as her tongue hung slightly out.

“e-ellie slow down.” you’d whisper, trying to warn her of the risk she was taking. but ellie truly didn’t care. she needed it, it was pathetic. she was so drunk on your pussy she didn’t care if a Sister walked in. she didn’t care at all if one of the girls woke up. she wanted to cum and she was going to

her whimpers grew into longer, more desperate whines. your hands gripped her jaw, forcing her mouth closed as your other wrapped around it. your eyes were wide but hers were pleading with you. “i need it.. need it need it” shed chant into your palm, digging her nails into your hips as she began to feel herself come undone. you guys had done this before so many times, you had no idea why tonight she was being so loud, so needy !

the two other girls in the room didn’t speak to either of you in the morning. not in an angry vibe, more of a “what the fuck do we say”. you were embarrassed beyond belief, but confident that they weren’t snakes. college was about finding yourself out right? at least that’s what Ellie would tell you after morning prayer, asking God to forgive you for your sins, her careless demeanor giving you a bit of relief.

ellie hasn’t left my mind in two days i’m nkt even joking why does she have to be fake and please hmu if you look like her. i’m not joking

[jistarss]

11:30 ; lee haechan

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ pairing ! bf!haechan x fem!reader

summary ! cuddles with haechan when he comes home from practice

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ genre ! fluff!!

a/n ! not proofread!

you were waiting in the living room of your shared apartment for your boyfriend, it’s been an hour since the time he usually gets home from practice.

you wanted to wait for him as you always did but today you were sleepier than usual.

you cuddle up closer to your blankets, deciding to close your eyes for a bit and you end up falling asleep.

you slightly stir to the sound of the door opening, haechan not noticing you asleep on the couch as he kicks off his shoes.

the said boy turns around to make his way to your shared bedroom until he notices a lump on the couch.

realizing its you, he walks over to the couch.

“baby?” he lets out softly while crouching down in front of the couch, looking at you.

the sound of his voice stirs you awake despite how soft it was.

“hyuck?” you whisper, rubbing your eyes to make out the man in front of you.

“what are you doing out here?” he asks, raising his hand to move loose strands of hair away from your face.

“i was waiting for you” you tell him softly, sitting up as a yawn escapes your mouth.

you watch as he stands up with a smile, extending his hand out to you, “come on.”

grabbing his hand you stand up, letting him pull you to your bedroom.

as you reach your room you sit down on your bed before settling under the blanket.

haechan places a quick kiss on your forehead before going to the bathroom to shower.

when the said boy returns he notices you fast asleep. a small smile appears on his face as he slips in next to you.

he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him as he plants another kiss on your forehead.

haechan lets his hand slip under your shirt, tightening his grip around you as he begins to trace his fingers across your back.

you snuggle up closer to him in your sleep, enjoying the warmth that radiates off his body.

the boy closes his eyes, pulling you impossibly closer to him as sleep takes over his body.

[girldeadsworld]

A little more

Spencer x nonBau!reader,

Pov: After a long case Spencer is more than happy to spend some time with his girlfriend

Warnings: non just fluff

The case had been brutal — a relentless string of late nights and coffee-fueled strategy sessions that left the entire BAU team drained. But now, with the unsub behind bars and the paperwork finally submitted, Spencer Reid was home. And more importantly, he was with you.

You were curled up on the couch, a soft blanket draped over both of you as an old black-and-white movie, that he had suggested, flickered on the screen. The glow of the TV bathed the room in gentle light, shadows dancing across Spencer’s face as he absentmindedly twirled a strand of your hair around his fingers.

“You’re not even watching,” you whispered, tilting your head to look up at him. His arm was wrapped securely around your shoulders, fingers tracing lazy patterns against your skin.

“I am,” he protested, though his eyes were heavy with exhaustion and the content smile on his face suggested otherwise. “It’s Casablanca. 1942. Directed by Michael Curtiz. Did you know Humphrey Bogart had to wear platform shoes during filming because he was shorter than Ingrid Bergman?”

You laughed, the sound soft and muffled against his chest. “Of course you know that.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there as he inhaled the familiar scent of your shampoo. “I missed you,” he murmured.

“I missed you too.” You shifted, nestling closer until your leg draped over his, tangling your bodies together like you were trying to eliminate any space between you. “I don’t know how you do it — keep going after everything you see out there.”

Spencer was quiet for a moment, his fingers stilling against your arm. “Because I know I get to come home to you,” he finally said, voice so soft you almost missed it. “You’re the reason I can keep going.”

Your heart swelled, and you tilted your chin up to kiss him, slow and sweet, as the movie played on forgotten in the background. When you pulled away, he was already gazing at you like you were his entire world — and to him, you were.

“Can we stay like this for a little longer?” you whispered, tracing the sharp line of his jaw with your fingertip.

Spencer nodded, already tugging the blanket higher around you both. “sounds good,” he said, voice laced with sleep, before he finally let his eyes flutter shut.

And for the first time in days, he truly rested — safe, warm, and wrapped in you.

Hope you liked ittt ❤️❤️. Send me requests I'm open to all ideas (not disturbing themes plz)

[yelenabemylova]

wind in my hair, i was there - park seonghwa x reader

summary: your final morning with blonde seonghwa, he finds your mourning endearing. 0.5k wc

warnings: so fluffy it hurts <33

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"i'll miss it," you sigh, gently combing your fingers through your boyfriend's hair. "it's not forever, jagiya," he took your other hand in his own, gently pressing a kiss to your knuckles. he had to leave for his hair appointment soon, and you were already grieving the loss of his beautiful blonde mullet.

you sat on his lap, trapping him from leaving, even though you both knew that he could lift you from the bed with ease.

carefully, you undid all of the little braids you had woven, and unclipped the bows scattered across his head, "i really liked when it got all wavy," you whispered. "yeah?" he gently rubbed your back, "well it's still the same hair, it can still curl up."

shaking your head, you hid your face in the crook of his neck, "it's not the same." he chuckled quietly at your whines, "okay, okay, sweetheart. i know." you lightly pushed his shoulder, "don't laugh, it's serious."

he delicately cupped your cheek in his hand, "but you're so cute when you're all pouty like this, honey." you felt the blood rush to your ears, sticking your tongue out to lick his hand, "how short will you get it cut?"

the morning sun started to bounce off of his hair, leading you to fiddle with it again. "not too short, but the ends are so damaged," he wrapped his arms around you, unsure of what else to do, "you look so beautiful in my shirt."

toying with the hem of the grey tee, you met seonghwa's eyes, yours tired from waking up not long ago, and his tired from being so busy as of late. you knew he had been working so hard this tour, and he deserved to take care of himself. even if that meant saying goodbye to his gorgeous hair.“

can we keep a piece?” your eyes sparkled as you thought of an idea. “what do you mean, keep a piece?” he presses his forehead against yours, eager to listen. “maybe we could cut a little lock of hair and braid it with mine and some string to make us matching bracelets,” you shyly suggested.

seonghwa was quick to jump up, retrieving scissors from the bathroom so he could tie and snip a few small sections of his hair for you, “i’ll leave them on the bathroom counter, maybe we can do it together tonight?” you nod, pulling him in for a quick hug before he leaves.

"go back to sleep, jagi. i'll wake you up with breakfast," he carefully laid you back down, pulling the blankets over you and pressing a loving kiss to your lips. "i love you, my darling," he whispered lowly in your ear, “more than anything.”

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[trashytracktales]

hii care to share your thoughts on aftercare with lando? 🥺

Sick to my stomach at this one fr.

I see Lando as the type to ruin you beyond recognition and then hit you with the softest, “You okay?” afterwards.

His aftercare can vary depending on how the sexy time went, however, here are some of my takes:

He might not be super talkative, but he can get so touchy. Running his hand up and down your side, pressing little kisses wherever his lips land, massaging your sore muscles like he knows he went too hard but won’t fully admit it, playing with your fingers, and getting himself totally wrapped around you like a human weighted blanket 🥺🤍

If he does feel like talking, then he would be all for a little praising, like “You were amazing,” or “I love being with you.” But I don’t rule out the smug part of him, because let’s not forget we’re talking about Lando. He would, for sure, throw in a quick “You smell so good... like me now,” or “You’re so pretty. How are you real? Love your ass, by the way.” Such a boy.

From then on, the way he just breathes you in, burying his face against your neck or your chest, inhaling the warmth of your skin, mumbling something incoherent as he melts deeper into you. His body gets heavier, limbs tangled with yours, his breaths slowing down as he gets sleepier... because of course, he just blew your back out, but somehow he’s the one falling asleep first. OF COURSE.

[maskedcrawford]

Sick Day

G-Dragon x Reader

Summary: Jiyong takes care of you when you feel ill.

Warnings: None, just all the fluff.

A/N: I hope you feel better soon, nonnie. I hope this can help bring some temporary relief or even just a little comfort with all the crud you have going on. <3

Requests are OPEN

You called out of work yesterday, completely forgetting you and your boyfriend were supposed to go to dinner, so when Jiyong shows up, you mentally slap yourself. You answered the door, blanket wrapped around you, messy hair and an exhausted, and slightly sweaty, look on your face. His smile dropped the minute he saw you and he swore he’d take care of you.

He ordered dinner last night, since you hadn’t had the energy to go grocery shopping, and decided he was going to stay the night to take care of you. He held you when you wanted it, and didn’t when you didn’t. He rubbed on our stomach when it became painful and helped keep track of the fever you had. He was at your every beck and call.

That’s how he wound up getting up early the next morning and grabbing some groceries for homemade comfort meals. He got things for soup, some things for your absolute favorite meal, and he also got you the medications to help your fever and throat, including a humidifier, and something to help you sleep.

“Here, jagi, take this.” Jiyong hands the fever reducer and you take it from him without hesitation. He sets up the humidifier in your room for you and turns it on.

“I don’t want you to catch,” you think for a moment, “Whatever this is. You should go home,” you try to reason with him but he won’t have it.

“Absolutely not, I’m staying right here to take care of my girl,” he smiles and kisses your forehead.

“After dinner you can sleep some more,” he says as he walks out of your room to work on the homemade soup. After a while of laying in bed you start to miss his presence so you get up and walk into the kitchen, your blanket still wrapped around you.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he abandons the pot on the stove and walks over to you, you lay your head on his shoulder, feeling pitiful.

“I missed you,” you mumble as you relax against him. He smiles to himself.

“It’ll be done soon, ok? Go lay back down or get comfortable on the couch. I’ll bring it to you.” He hugs you close and you reluctantly pull your head off his shoulder. Walking over to the couch you sit there and wait for dinner.

Jiyong grabs two bowls and portions out two servings of the delicious meal. The food is great but your energy is depleted. You put the spoon down after only a few bites and he arches his brow as you set the bowl down.

“I can make you something else, or order something if it’s not good,” he says and you shake your head.

“I’m just tired,” you yawn.

“Well, you need to eat, so,” he trails off as he picks up the bowl and gets some of the soup on the spoon. He holds it up to your mouth for you and you give him a second glance before allowing him to feed you.

“This is so stupid,” you mumble feeling slightly embarrassed.

“Why?”

“I’m not a baby,” you whine as you take the soup from him.

“You’re my baby,” he says to give you a different perspective.

“Would you not do the same for me if I needed it,” he asks genuinely.

“Without a second thought.”

“Then stop complaining and let me help you,” he feeds you another bite and you huff. After dinner you get back into bed and Jiyong’s not far behind you with your sleep aid. You lay down and get comfortable and once you do, he’s right next to you pulling you into his side.

“This should help,” he says as he hands you the stuff. You grin in response and before you know it you’re out like a light, he rubs up and down your arm gently, helping lull you to sleep. He closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep next to you.

A couple hours later you stir awake due to the pain in your stomach and you groan, hiding your face in his neck. Jiyong slowly opens his eyes, forgetting for just a moment where he was, until he realizes its you laying next to him.

“Hold on, I’ll be right back.” He grabs you some Ibuprofen for the pain and you take it.

“My throat is killing me,” you rasp out.

“Give me a few minutes and I’ll be right back.” He kisses your forehead before grabbing his keys. About ten minutes later he comes back in with two servings of ice cream.

“This might help,” he says as he hands you your desert.

“You know me so well,” you grin as you take a bite of the delectable dessert. He turns on your favorite movie as you both get comfortable again, and eat your midnight snacks. Once your done, cuddling resumes and you kiss his shoulder.

“Thank you,” you whisper softly in his ear.

“For what?” he peeks down at you.

“For taking care of me, I don’t mean to be a burden,” you look away from his eyes.

“You are never a burden. I like taking care of you,” he reassures you. You smile to yourself and lay your head on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. As you watch the movie, your eyes slowly start to close and before you know it, you’re out like a light with Jiyong not far behind you.

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[everyonewooeverywhere]

insomnia/nightmares with bf!yunho (i'm lowkey feeling really down about my writing lately so i'm gonna shamelessly ask you to be nice to me and leave some feedback)

Four nights in a row. Four consecutive nights you’ve had to deal with this. Waking up in a cold sweat, heart racing, and feeling dazed. You had no idea why, but the nightmares wouldn’t stop. They were never anything memorable. Just fleeting glimpses into whatever hellscape your brain decided to conjure up that night. But their effects were very real.

You had gone to bed tonight bracing yourself to be woken up in the earliest hours of the morning by a bad dream, but it came on just as quick and painfully as the nights before.

Without waking up your sleeping boyfriend beside you, you slipped out of the bed, making sure to pull the blanket back over his shoulders before stepping out of the room. You knew Yunho would probably be a little upset if he knew you didn’t tell him about these repeated nightmares, but it was three in the morning, which meant he had to be up in two hours for work anyway. So you wanted to let him get his rest.

Grabbing yourself a glass of water, you stood at the kitchen counter, scrolling on your phone to try and give yourself some peace of mind.

After four long nights of this nonsense, you were starting to get incredibly frustrated. Without even a clue of why they seemed so persistent, you just felt defeated. And tired. Going off of roughly three hours of sleep every night just was not cutting it, and you could feel yourself getting more and more agitated as the nights went on. 

You scrolled through your phone for a couple more minutes before you heard the very familiar creak of your bedroom door. Looking up, you saw your boyfriend standing in the doorway, half-asleep, with a large blanket over his shoulders.

He stifled a yawn with his hand as he met you in the kitchen, “What’s going on?” He muttered sleepily.

Cute. You couldn’t help but run a hand through his sleep-tousled hair and cup his cheek in your palm. “I’m sorry, love. I just couldn’t sleep.”

“Mmh,” he groaned, leaning into your touch, the tiredness still very evident in his eyes, “Did you have another nightmare?”

You frowned slightly but nodded, “Yeah.”

A soft pout formed on his face as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, the blanket covering both of you, “You said you would wake me up this time.” 

You leaned into his chest and hugged his waist, “I know…but I didn’t wanna bother you. You have to work super early today.”

“I know, baby,” he kissed the top of your head, “but I still want to be here for you. I feel bad knowing I’m getting all my sleep when you’re just out here stressing yourself out.”

“I’m sorry…”

He squeezed you a bit tighter to his chest, “It’s okay, baby. I’m here now, okay?”

You nodded, fully relaxing into his arms.

“Do you wanna go back to bed? Or do you think you’ll have another nightmare?”

“Can we stay out here? Maybe turn on the TV and lay on the couch?”

He grinned sleepily at you, “You want cuddles?”

“Yes,” you kissed him on the cheek. And even in the low light of the kitchen you can see his ears turn dark red at the sudden kiss.

Guiding you to the couch, he lays down first and pulls you down on top of him, wrapping the blanket around you once again. You flipped through the channels on the TV before landing on a rerun of a sitcom you had never even heard of. 

Laying on Yunho’s chest, you listened to his steady heartbeat while he played with your hair. You mindlessly watched the TV as he held you. 

Only a few minutes passed before you felt the hand in your hair stop on top of your head. Glancing up, you saw that he had fallen asleep. Smiling, you snuggled further into his chest and hoped that you could do the same.

[pandacherryblossoms]

𐙚 Wrapped in Winter - Park Jisung 𐙚

wc: 2.4k

Warnings: Fluff, Lots of sweetness, playful banter, boyfriend Jisung being the cutest, explicit sexual content, fingering, teasing, semi-public sex, slight dominance, Jisung being a bit of a menace, daddy kink, light dominance, exhibitionism, praise kink, choking edging, dirty talk, MDNI 18+

When Jisung had a break in his schedule, you knew exactly what to do with it. A trip to the mountains—just the two of you, away from the flashing lights, the endless rehearsals, and the exhausting travel. He deserved this. A place where he could breathe, relax, and just be yours for a little while.

And from the moment you arrived, everything felt like a dream.

Your cabin sat nestled in a blanket of white, the soft hush of snowfall making it feel like your own little world. The first night, Jisung lit the fireplace while you curled up under a thick blanket, watching the flames dance as he lazily traced patterns on your thigh.

“Can we stay here forever?” he murmured sleepily, his head resting against your shoulder.

You smiled, running your fingers through his soft hair. “Tempting, but I think your manager might hunt us down.”

He groaned dramatically, burying his face in your neck. “Five more days of you all to myself. I’m not thinking about anything else.”

Neither were you.

The next morning, you woke up to the golden glow of the sun reflecting off the snow-covered trees. Jisung was already up, leaning against the window, his breath fogging the glass. He turned when he heard you stir, grinning.

“Wake up, sleepyhead. We’ve got a lot to do today.”

That’s how you found yourself on top of a snow-covered slope, strapped into a snowboard, staring down at what might as well have been a death trap.

Jisung, of course, looked like he was born to be on one. He adjusted his goggles, smirking. “Bet I can beat you to the bottom.”

You scoffed. “Babe, I can’t even stay upright.”

“Exactly,” he teased. “Which means I automatically win.”

You narrowed your eyes. “That’s cheating.”

He just laughed, gliding effortlessly down the slope before stopping a few feet away. “Come on, I promise I won’t let you fall.”

“That’s a bold promise.”

You took a deep breath and tried to push off, but the second your board started moving, panic set in. “Oh, no—Jisung! Jisung, I don’t like this—”

Before you could finish, you were already tilting too far forward. With a yelp, you fell face-first into the snow.

Silence.

Then laughter.

You groaned, pushing yourself up only to see Jisung doubled over, hands on his knees, absolutely dying of laughter.

“You—” he gasped, trying to catch his breath. “You didn’t even last three seconds.”

Scowling, you scooped up a handful of snow and chucked it at him. He yelped when it hit his jacket, then gave you a betrayed look. “Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be?”

Before you could react, he skated over effortlessly and dropped to his knees beside you, gathering his own handful of snow. “Jisung,” you warned.

“Love you,” he said sweetly—right before shoving the snow against your cheek.

You shrieked, flailing to get away, but he was laughing too hard to actually hold you down. He wasn’t expecting you to tackle him in return, sending both of you rolling down the slope in a tangle of limbs and snowboards. When you finally came to a stop, he was flat on his back, breathless and grinning, your body sprawled across his.

“You’re a menace,” he muttered.

“You started it.”

His arms wrapped lazily around your waist, pulling you closer as he smirked up at you. “You know, you’re actually kinda cute when you’re bad at things.”

You rolled your eyes. “Thanks so much.”

He just laughed, leaning up to press a soft kiss to your lips. It was freezing out here, but the second his lips touched yours, warmth spread through you like fire. He kissed you slow, lazy, as if you had all the time in the world. When he finally pulled back, his nose brushed against yours, and he whispered, “Come on, let’s try again. I won’t let you fall this time.”

And he didn’t. He stood behind you, his arms steadying your waist as he guided you down the slope, murmuring quiet encouragements every time you wobbled. His patience, his gentle laughter, the way he held you every time you almost fell—it made the frustration melt away.

By the end of the day, you were still far from good, but you managed to make it down the slope without face-planting. Jisung held his arms out dramatically at the bottom, waiting for you. “Look at my baby, a pro already.”

You rolled your eyes, shoving at his chest. “Liar.”

But he just pulled you against him, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’m serious. I’m proud of you.”

His voice was so soft, so sincere, that your heart melted right there in his arms.

That night, after a long hot shower and a dinner you barely had the energy to finish, the two of you curled up in front of the fireplace, wrapped in the same blanket, your head resting against his shoulder. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your thigh, and every now and then, he’d press a kiss to your hair, murmuring sweet things that made you smile.

“Best trip ever,” he mumbled sleepily.

“You say that now,” you teased. “Wait till I make you go ice skating tomorrow.”

He groaned. “You’re really trying to kill me.”

“Payback, baby.”

He chuckled, squeezing your hand. “As long as I’m with you, I don’t mind.”

The next evening, after another day of playing in the snow and eating way too much hot chocolate, Jisung insisted on taking you outside to see the northern lights. Wrapped in thick coats and scarves, you stood outside your cabin, the world around you bathed in a soft, ethereal glow. The colors swirled across the sky—greens, purples, and blues dancing like magic.

Jisung was quiet beside you, his gloved fingers intertwined with yours.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered.

He turned his head slightly, his gaze soft. “Yeah… it is.”

You caught the way he was looking at you, and warmth spread through your chest. “You’re not even looking at the sky, you sap.”

He grinned. “Can you blame me?”

Your face burned despite the cold. You nudged him playfully, but he just pulled you closer, his lips pressing against your forehead. “I wish I could stop time,” he murmured. “Just stay here with you forever.”

You sighed, squeezing his hand. “We have right now. That’s enough for me.”

He smiled, like you’d just said the most important thing in the world, and kissed you again—slow, lingering, as if trying to memorize the shape of your lips.

The next day, your muscles were sore, and Jisung suggested something more relaxing—a visit to the resort’s heated indoor pool.

“I just wanna float and do nothing,” he announced as he dragged you along.

The pool was quiet, the dim lighting and warm steam making it feel secluded, intimate. You slid into the water, sighing in relief as the heat soothed your sore muscles. Jisung followed, stretching his arms along the edge, his damp hair falling into his eyes as he watched you with a lazy smirk.

“You’re staring,” he teased.

You swam closer, running your fingers through his wet hair. “Can you blame me?”

His hands found your waist under the water, pulling you effortlessly against him. The weightlessness of the pool made it easy to press against his chest, to feel the warmth of his skin.

“You know,” he murmured, voice dropping slightly, “I think this might be my favorite part of the trip.”

You raised an eyebrow. “The pool?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “No. Just… being here with you. Having you all to myself.” His fingers traced slow, teasing circles along your hips. “I missed you.”

Your breath hitched slightly as his hands roamed your sides, his touch growing firmer. “I’m right here.”

His dark eyes locked onto yours. “Not close enough.”

And then he kissed you—deeper, hungrier. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you tighter against him, and you gasped softly against his lips.

The warmth of the water wasn’t the only thing making you dizzy. It was the way his lips moved against yours, the way his fingers pressed into your skin, the way he exhaled shakily when you rolled your hips ever so slightly, feeling the undeniable hardness pressing against you beneath the water.

Jisung groaned softly, his forehead resting against yours. “You’re gonna get us in trouble.”

You smirked, pressing another slow, teasing kiss to his lips. “Then let’s not get caught.”

And just like that, whatever restraint he had left snapped.

His hands slid lower, gripping your thighs as he lifted you against him, pressing you back against the smooth edge of the pool. Your breath hitched as his mouth trailed down your neck, hot and insistent, his fingers gripping your waist as if he never wanted to let go.

“You’re really testing me right now,” he murmured, his lips brushing along your collarbone.

You tangled your fingers in his wet hair, tugging slightly. “Then don’t hold back.”

You lean into him, your breasts pressing against his chest as your heart races from the thrill of the moment. The water sloshes gently against the sides of the pool, echoing the rhythm of your accelerating breaths. Jisung's eyes darken with desire as he reads the unspoken invitation in your gaze.

He slides his hand up to cup your face, guiding it to the side, exposing the tender skin of your neck. His teeth graze your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine as he whispers, "You're mine, baby." His other hand snakes between your thighs, the warmth of his palm stark against the coolness of the water. His fingers dance around the fabric of your swimsuit, teasing the damp material until you're squirming in anticipation.

With a swift move, Jisung pushes your swimsuit aside to reveal your slick folds. His eyes lock onto yours as he slides two fingers inside you, his thumb finding your clit. You bite your lower lip, trying to muffle the moan that wants to escape, but the feel of his fingers inside you is too intense to keep quiet. He grins, knowing the effect he has on you, and presses his hand over your mouth. "Shh, baby, we've got to be quiet."

You nod, your eyes wide with arousal. His thumb circles your clit with just the right amount of pressure as he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you. The water splashes gently against your skin, the heat from your bodies mixing with the steam in the air. You wrap your legs around his waist tighter, urging him closer, silently begging for more.

Jisung's mouth trails down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses as he works you closer to the edge. His teeth nip at your skin, and you can feel the desperation in the way your hips rock against his hand. He chuckles, the sound vibrating against your cheek, and whispers, "So greedy." He swipes his thumb over your clit with more force, and you bite down on your lip to keep from crying out.

His free hand moves to the tie of your swimsuit top, tugging it loose with a gentle urgency. Your breasts spilling as he wastes no time in capturing one in his mouth, his tongue flicking over the hardened peak as you arch your back in pleasure. The sensation of his mouth on your sensitive skin while his fingers work their magic inside you is almost too much to handle. You whimper against his palm, your eyes fluttering shut.

He releases your breast with a pop, his breath hot against your skin. "You're so fucking perfect," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. His thumb continues its relentless torture on your clit as he adds a third finger, stretching you open. You gasp, your eyes shooting open to meet his, the intensity of the moment reflected in his gaze.

Jisung's thumb presses down on your mouth harder, silencing you as he picks up the pace of his strokes. You're so close, your legs quivering around his waist. You wrap your arms around his neck, your nails digging into his skin, trying to keep yourself anchored as the pleasure starts to build into something unbearable.

And then, with one final, deep plunge of his fingers, you come apart, your body convulsing against him. He doesn't stop, though—he just keeps going, drawing out every last shudder until you're boneless in his arms. You lean your forehead against his, panting heavily, trying to regain control of your breathing.

"Good girl," he whispers, his voice thick with satisfaction. "So fucking good."

He withdraws his hand, watching as you catch your breath, your chest heaving from the force of your climax. He takes your hand and places it over his crotch, showing you the hard evidence of his own desire. "It's your turn, baby."

With trembling fingers, you untangle his trunks, freeing his thick erection. The water ripples around it, and you can't resist taking him in your hand, stroking him gently. Jisung's eyes close, his head tilting back as he hisses in a sharp breath. "Yeah, like that," he murmurs, his voice low and needy.

You lean in to kiss him again, your hand working in a steady rhythm, feeling him swell even more in your grip. His hand slides up to cradle the back of your head, holding you close as you explore each other's mouths, the taste of chlorine and mint mingling on your tongues. He whispers your name, and it's like a prayer, a curse, a declaration of war.

But then he stops you, pulling away slightly, his eyes searching yours. "Baby," he says, his voice strained with need. "I want to fuck you. Properly."

He sets you down gently, turning you around so that your stomach is pressed against the cool tiles of the pool wall. Your palms flatten against the slick surface, your legs spread wide as he steps up behind you. The water laps at your skin, adding a delicious friction as he lines himself up with your soaking wet entrance.

You gasp as he pushes in, his cock stretching and filling you completely. The sensation is intense, the water adding a unique element to the experience. His hands come down to grip your hips, holding you steady as he starts to thrust in and out of you. Each movement sends waves rippling through the water, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing softly in the quiet pool area.

Jisung's breath is hot against your ear, his voice a harsh whisper. "You're so tight, baby. So wet for me." His teeth graze your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine as he fucks you deeper, harder as you bite back a moan.

With one hand still firmly around your hip, he reaches up with the other, his fingers wrapping around your throat. Not too tight, just enough to make you gasp, to remind you of who's in control. You love it, the way he owns you, the way he makes you feel like you're the only thing that matters in the world. He squeezes slightly, his grip like a brand, and you feel yourself clench around him.

"You like that?" he asks, his voice low and gruff. You nod, unable to speak as he continues to fuck you against the pool wall. His strokes are long and deep, his hips slapping against your ass as he drives into you. You're lost in sensation, the heat of his hand on your throat mixing with the coolness of the water on your back, the friction of his cock inside you setting your body on fire.

And then it happens. The word slips out, unbidden and unplanned, a gasped "Daddy," that seems to echo through the quiet pool. Jisung stills for a moment, his eyes wide with shock and lust. He tightens his grip on your hip, his cock pulsing inside you, and you feel him grow even harder. "Again," he commands, his voice low and demanding. "Call me Daddy again."

You hesitate, the word feeling so naughty and wrong, yet so incredibly right in this moment. He leans in closer, his breath hot on your neck. "Do it." So you do, letting the word tumble from your lips in a breathless whisper, "Daddy."

Jisung's reaction is instant. His grip on your hip tightens, his strokes becoming more urgent, his cock swelling even more inside you. The sound of the water splashing against the tiles turns into a symphony of desire, punctuated by his deep, animalistic groans. The way he fucks you now is possessive, claiming, like he's branding you with every thrust. And you love it, the feeling of him stretching you open, filling you so completely that you can't help but push back, taking him even deeper.

His hand moves from your throat to cover your mouth, muffling the sounds you can't hold in anymore. "That's my little slut," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. The words are dirty, but they only serve to turn you on even more, making you wetter, making you want to scream his name. You bite down on his palm, your nails digging into his skin as your orgasm builds, the pressure in your belly coiling tighter and tighter.

You feel his hand leave your mouth, and before you can take a breath, he's twisting your head back so that you're staring up at the ceiling, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin of your neck. "You're so fucking perfect," he growls. "So sweet, so tight. I can't get enough of you." His strokes are erratic now, driven by pure need as he fucks you against the pool wall. You can feel his release getting closer, his cock pulsing and jerking inside you.

You bite down on your lip, trying to hold back your own moan as you feel your climax approaching. The tension coils in your belly, tightening until you can't take it anymore. "Jisung," you pant, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm... I'm going to come."

He grins against your skin, his teeth grazing your neck. "Do it, baby," he murmurs, his hips thrusting into you with renewed vigor. "Cum for me."

The words are like a trigger. You can feel the orgasm building, the pressure in your core growing unbearable. You try to keep quiet, but as it washes over you, you can't help the loud, guttural moan that escapes your lips. Jisung's hand quickly covers your mouth, stifling the sound as your body convulses around him.

He doesn't let up, his own climax right on the edge. His hips slam into you, the water splashing around you like a storm at sea. You're lost in the sensation of him, his cock pulsing and releasing inside you. You feel the warmth of his cum filling you up, mixing with the water, marking you as his. It's a primal, raw moment, and you love every second of it.

He pulls out slowly, the loss making you whine. But before you can miss him too much, he turns you to face him, lifting you into his arms. You wrap your legs around his waist, and he carries you out of the pool, not caring about the wet footprints you leave behind. Your skin is flushed, your breathing still ragged as he sets you down on one of the lounge chairs, the fabric cool against your back.

Jisung grabs a towel and dries you off, his eyes never leaving yours as he gently wipes away the droplets of water. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his voice filled with awe. You blush, feeling more exposed than you did when you were naked in the water.

He sits down next to you, his hand finding yours, threading his fingers through them. "You okay?" he asks, his thumb rubbing circles on your palm.

You nod, still trying to catch your breath. "More than okay." You lean your head against his shoulder, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek. For a moment, you just sit there, listening to the quiet sounds of the pool while enjoying each others company.

Minutes had gone by as you and Jisung lounged by the pool, wrapped up in each other and the blissful night air, everything felt peaceful. His fingers lazily traced patterns on your arm, and you couldn’t help but smile, feeling completely content.

Until you heard voices.

“Who the hell is out here having sex?!”

Your eyes shot open just in time to see two older hotel staff members storming into the pool area, their faces twisted in outrage.

“Oh my God,” you whispered, your stomach dropping.

Jisung blinked, still a little dazed, until one of them pointed directly at you both.

“There! It’s them!”

Jisung didn’t hesitate. “Nope. Absolutely not.”

Before you could even react, he scooped you up bridal style and took off sprinting toward the elevators.

“Sir! Miss! You need to stop right now!” one of the staff members yelled, their footsteps pounding after you.

“Oh my God, they’re actually chasing us!” you wheezed, gripping onto Jisung’s shoulders as he ran.

“I KNOW,” he gasped, half-laughing, half-panicking.

The sight of the elevators ahead fueled his desperation. “Hold on, baby, I got this.”

With an Olympic-level burst of speed, he skidded to a stop, frantically jabbing the button as the staff got closer.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon—”

Ding!

The doors slid open, and Jisung leapt inside, spinning around just as the staff nearly reached you.

“Better luck next time, grandpas!” he shouted dramatically, mashing the close button.

“DON’T YOU DARE—”

Ding!

The doors shut just in time.

Silence.

Then, the two of you collapsed against the elevator walls, panting and gasping for air.

“Oh my God,” you wheezed, still processing what just happened.

Jisung turned to look at you, wide-eyed. Then, at the same time, you burst out laughing, clutching your stomachs as the adrenaline wore off.

“That was—insane,” you giggled.

“That was the most terrifying moment of my life,” Jisung said, still breathless, “but also so worth it.”

The elevator doors opened to your floor, and Jisung, still giddy, picked you up again and ran to your room.

“No more running!” you shrieked through laughter as he kicked the door open, practically diving inside before shutting it behind him.

You both collapsed onto the bed, still giggling uncontrollably. Jisung turned to you, eyes twinkling, and let out a breathless laugh.

“Well,” he said, “definitely the best vacation ever.”

You grinned, heart full. “Agreed.”

And with that, he leaned in, pulling you into a kiss—sealing the night as one neither of you would ever forget.

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