#Look at them hugging under the blankets! OMG OMG

[duusheen]

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[ozzgin]

OZZ OMG OMG OMG THAT YANDERE PRISON THING OMG OMG OMG

*jitters with excitement*

I NEED MORE AHHHHH IT TICKLED MY BRAIN THE RIGHT AND WRONG WAY AT THE SAME TIME

Like if you're nice they'll just become your dogs and if you're not nice they'll give you a very rough foursome I'm down for either OMG OMG OMG help I have problems

To quote Markiplier: "I'm not a masochist, this is about power"

*drops dead*

*instantly revives*

Ahem, I saw you mention you might come up with small plots, so I'll do the logical thing to try to inspire you:

- clueless darling ask the leaders about their gangs and whatnot. Like nonchalantly. Because they're too nice darling thought it's no big deal lol

- darling subconsciously avoid blonde man (even tho he is my favourite hahah) after seeing him beat up the guy

- darling got drunk (somehow in a prison) and either gets horny (and try to let it out under the blankets forgetting they got roommates)or innocently touchy hugging all three of them and poking their unique features, sitting in their laps and so on. Or better yet, touches/approaches other inmates in front of the roommates...

content: gender neutral reader, alcohol consumption, NSFW below the cut!

Inmates are creative. They will always find a way around the rules, and this time it happened to be a rather clumsy attempt at brewing alcohol. Had this been discovered by a guard, whoever concocted the beverage would've landed in detention.

Instead, it was you who found it, innocently assuming someone must've forgotten their water behind. You gulped down the clear liquid, thirsty after you walk, then promptly grimaced at its unexpected bitterness.

Safe to say you're now quite drunk.

That in itself would already be troublesome enough, but another thing is endangering yours and everyone else's peace: you're in a particularly flirty mood.

"What the hell are you doing?"

The officer's smile drops instantly, and he turns towards the deep voice. One of your criminal roommates glares at the sight with hollow eyes. You were clinging to the officer's arm, a dumb grin plastered on your face. The man in uniform quickly shoves you aside, his features pale and drained.

"It wasn't me who started it," he pleads.

You're quickly picked up by your bunkie, who is still staring at the guard. He won't be leaving this prison alive, that's for sure. Now, however, his priorities lie somewhere else.

The hallway spins as you're being carried away, and you shamelessly cling to your ride, feeling and groping the muscles and tracing along his tattooed skin.

"My God, at least wait until we're back to our cell," he groans with flushed cheeks.

The blonde one is trying to play it cool. Come, now, you're obviously out of it. He needs to be mature and tuck you in, or something along the line.

Easier said than done, especially with a raging boner. You're quick to notice it, and you certainly don't hesitate to point it out, making lewd gestures with your hands as some sort of offer.

"Are you sure you won't regret it tomorrow?"

"Hey now, I'm drunk, not unconscious," you bark between hiccups.

He may have interrogated you further, but the thought of your pretty little mouth struggling to take him in is too much to bear. He's essentially drooling by the time he pats his knee for you to come over.

The pierced one drops you on your bed with a flat expression. Annoyance? A closer look at his pursed lips, and one can tell he's really just struggling to maintain his composure.

"Please, I really need to-"

You hold him back by the arm and bat your eyelashes. In return, he clicks his tongue. Is this some sort of test from above? His beloved Darling is essentially begging to be fingered. Yet, he shouldn't be taking advantage of your state. He shouldn't...

Too late. You gasp at his rough fingers making their way in.

"Alright, don't be too loud," he concludes with a faint smirk.

The masked one gently places you on your bed, then plants himself before you with crossed arms.

"Nonsense. You're drunk."

"I mean it", you repeat yourself.

He does his best to look imposing. Truth be told, his knees weakened from the moment "fuck me" slipped out of your mouth. He gladly would, but he has morals. Well, when it comes to you, anyways.

Your pout seems to suggest this would be a long standoff. He sighs, then pushes you back onto the mattress.

"How about this? I'll take care of it," he explains quietly, his cloth hovering above your groin. "I'll be awaiting your offer again once you're sober."

For now, his tongue will have to do.

[Yandere Prison] | [More Yandere Stories]

[page-yerin]

hi there! :> could i possibly request cole brookstone dating headcannons or just hesdcannons in general? i love him so much 😕🫶

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

genre(s): fluff

pairing: cole brookstone x reader

trigger warnings: none

a/n: first request, ty to this anon! hope you enjoy <3

☆ baking and/or cooking with cole would be such a chaotic yet hilarious mess, especially if you’re not good either (zane would have to supervise if that’s the case)

☆ definitely overprotective of you, he will never EVER stand for anyone hurting you :(( he knows you can take care of yourself but he just wants to make sure you’re safe

☆ literally gives THE BEST hugs, he’s like a teddy bear that you will refuse to let go of

☆ he’s the type to eat your leftover pizza crusts (if you’re one to leave them)

☆ he is SOSOSO the type to make spotify playlists about you <33

☆ literally piggy back rides you anywhere and everywhere; you weigh like a pile of feathers to him

☆ his love language is definitely physical touch and quality time.

☆ he’s always looking for ways to touch you, super clingy but keeps his distance if you need it <3

☆ will hold your hand or keep an arm around your waist everywhere you go

☆ playing with his hair + cuddling will literally melt him :( he loves the feeling you touching his hair sm

☆ loves to just be around you, your presence alone gives him comfort

☆ nicknames for you are probably “cake” bc he loves cake and he loves you. perfect (at least for him). “sweetcheeks”, “darling”, and if you’re shorter than him “shortie”

☆ will tease you time to time, he doesn’t mean it in a mean way, but it’s just a way to show his affection. of course, he would never do it if you weren’t comfortable.

☆ karaoke dates omg >>>>>>>

☆ will definitely chase the ninja out if they walk in, but cough nervously and wait if it’s Master Wu or Nya

☆ his snoring doesn’t bother you much but sometimes it may get annoying

☆ especially if you sweat easily, it’ll be SO hot when you’re under the blanket + he’s cuddling you while sleeping

☆ you will have to very literally pry his arms off you in the morning or somehow convince him to let you go or else you’ll be stuck in bed the whole day

☆ overall, he’s such a gentleman and definitely THE best boyfriend

[stinkywritin]

All That Remains of the Day

Synopsis: movie night with Lixie

Warnings: MDNI established relationship, bf!felix, service top Felix, bottom ftm!reader, soft couch head with stoned bf while watching movies, mentions of weed (use responsibly/with trusted individuals), no proofreading we die like men

While most of your other friends who were in relationships were out enjoying the crisp fall air and general fall vibes, you and your boyfriend Felix were cuddled up under a blanket on the couch watching Corpse Bride. It had been a pretty shitty morning, not only did you wake up late for work but you couldn’t find your chest binder in time, meaning you booked it to your shift at the convenience store in a tight sports bra and an oversized t-shirt layered over a long sleeve. While you probably didn’t look all that different from your usual self, the nagging feeling of dysphoria kept reminding you throughout the day of your not-super-flat chest. It resulted in a slightly sour mood for your entire shift, the constant distraction from your brain causing a few slip ups at work, resulting in an earful from your boss.

The cherry on top truly was missing your bus home and almost getting hit by a cyclist who didn’t understand the concept of a bike lane, instead choosing to speed down the sidewalk and nearly crashing into you. Luckily the universe decided to show you some mercy and the next bus came on time, even if you still had to walk back to your apartment in the dark.

The cyclist might’ve narrowly missed you but your boyfriend didn’t, practically throwing his body into you the second you open the front door and koala hugging your figure. His arms pulled you into his chest, essentially engulfing you with his upper body before closing the front door behind you. “Y/n you’re cold, come on!” Felix whined in between pecks to your forehead.

There’s a brief moment where he pulls back to peel off your backpack and jacket, turning to hang them up while you toe off your sneakers. A second barely passes before he’s wrapped you back up into his chest again, guiding you into your living room and pushing your frame down to sit on the couch. “I’m gonna go get you some pjs, you sit here and pick a movie”, he ends with a kiss to your cheek before taking off in the direction of your shared bedroom.

You spend a few moments scrolling before ending on Corpse Bride, spending a few seconds selecting the film and pressing start. Felix is back just as the movie finishes loading, handing you a pair of sweatpants and a random T-shirt. While you’re changing out of your — probably horrific smelling — work clothes, Felix brings out a rectangular tray and starts rolling a joint he intends to share. You take a few steps to throw your work clothes into the laundry hamper (pls omg be clean don’t leave ur shit on the floor bro), then hurriedly flopping back onto the couch. Felix hands you his joint and a lighter, “You have the honors.”

You take the newly rolled joint between your lips, lighting the end and taking a deep inhale. As the smoke leaves your mouth when you exhale, you can feel the worries escape with it. It certainly helps that Felix is soothingly running his hand along your back, plucking the joint from your fingers while encouraging you to tell him the shitty details of your day. You pass the joint between each other as the opening sequence starts playing, Felix calmly listening and even massaging any knots in your shoulders he comes across. Your voice echoes over the film as you spill out all the frustrations of that day, trying to get your eyes to stop welling up but the weed in your system making it harder to hide any emotion, getting high with Felix meant wearing your emotions on your sleeves. The joint is long gone and the movie is a quarter way through when you finish recounting your day, fully leaning your upper half onto your boyfriend’s frame with his arms wrapped around you.

“I’m sorry my love,” Felix pecks your forehead before lifting your chin to make eye contact, “can I do anything else for you.”

You nod your head in a sideways motion before whispering, “being with you is making my day less shitty already.”

You hear his giggle before he’s pulling you in for a kiss, disregarding the movie and softly pushing you back to lay flat on the couch. He’s holding you so tenderly, pouring his love into the kiss. The fogginess in your head lets you forget the day’s events easier and focus solely on your boyfriend whose hands are traveling down to the waistband of your sweats. “Let me do more for you angel”

Being high with Felix usually meant his horniness became more apparent, his hands were always on your body and his lips were always placing kisses on you. You whimper when you feel him tug down your sweats and start to feel up on your core, earning a chuckle from him while he pulls your boxers down. You feel his hands traveling to grip the underside of your thighs, the band on his pinky reminding you of the promise ring you got him and then never took off. You can feel the cold metal on your thighs as he pulls them apart to slot his head in between.

He hears your gasps and hums out, “let all your worries leave that pretty head of yours okay” before licking a stripe up your core. He pulls your swollen tdick into his mouth and starts running circles over it with his tongue, letting out a muffled groan when your hands fly down to grip his hair and pull him closer. It’s embarrassing how quickly you start to approach your orgasm, you partly blame the weed for making your body so sensitive but you mostly blame Felix for learning how to please you in every possible way. It’s insane how quickly he learned your body, how to make you twitch and squirm or cry out in pleasure. He’s switching between licking and sucking your nerve when you feel his index finger start to prod at your entrance, slowly slipping in and curling up towards your stomach.

Your body erupts in goosebumps when his finger grazes a certain spot, you can almost feel his grin when he feels the bumps start to pebble your skin. He’s moaning into your tdick, his eyelids opening to meet your gaze and you can see the devilish joy he takes in making you fall apart on his mouth and fingers. He adds in a second finger as he releases your clit with an obscenely loud ‘pop’ before flicking it back and forth with his tongue, he’s absorbed in your facial expressions and sounds.

He can feel you getting close to your release, his fingers curling into you faster as he takes your clit back in his mouth. The added stimulation of his mouth back on you is what sends you over the edge, cumming over his fingers and tightening your grip on his hair. “Such a pretty boy,” he hums out while taking long licks of your release, “my handsome man.”

You’re panting harder than when you ran to catch the bus earlier in the day, your orgasm ripping through your body and leaving your knees feeling like jello. Felix meets you in a soft kiss, you can taste yourself on his tongue but you’re too fucked out to really care. The familiar sound of the end credits starts to play through your living room, catching both of you off guard since it meant you both completely forgot about the movie playing on the screen.

You’re both giggling as you tighten your hold on Felix, your boyfriend lowering himself to rest on top of you and nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck. You both fall asleep in that position, you carding your fingers through his hair and mumbling praises into his ear.

A/N: can’t sleep here’s some filth because my dorm mates can’t let me sleep :)))) I’m not internally screamcrying I swear -V

[riverbutghost]

hello !!! I love your writing and all your prompts, I was just wondering if you’d be willing to do an extreme angst one where Everyone especially Simon notices The readers mental health go downhill , and on one of the missions reader goes berserk, or purposely tries getting themselves killed , thinking they’re doing a good thing ?

Try for me

yea yes yes. omg. thank you so much i love your support !!

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Fem!Reader (I didn’t know what to use so I used female pronouns<3)

Warnings: military stuff,, angst but happy ending! Also, the reader’s call sign is Crow.

Also this is phenomenal.

Gripping your gun tighter, you stumbled into the room. You quickly looked through the room and got out.

“If any of you find something, inform me so I can send help.”

Price’s voice came through the comms, and you sighed. If it was a month ago, you would have said something like ‘yes sir’ or anything. But now, you just wanted to deal with every single soldier by yourself.

It wasn’t a healthy thought for sure. But you just felt like you couldn’t do it anymore. You tried, so fucking hard but to no avail.

-

“I’ll pass on that.”

You smiled politely at your friends, who looked a bit skeptical. You saw from the corner of your eye that Soap and Ghost shared a knowing look. You didn’t care. All you cared was to sleep the day off.

“C’mere now, you love to play darts.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and turned to look at them.

“I’m just tired, see you tomorrow.”

They knew something was wrong, but didn’t press on it.

-

“Crow, you copy?”

You shook your head to clear your mind, but still your vision was blurred with tears. You didn’t know why, but it happened all the time. Your throat would wobble and your eyes would water, but you didn’t cry. You couldn’t. Because you were never alone by yourself. Not when you were on a long mission.

“Yeah?”

You answered Price, sighing softly.

“I told you to-“

The line was cut off immediately, and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Captain?”

You gulped after hearing no sign from him. You took a good look around you, but couldn’t comprehend anything.

“Fuck, not now.”

You mumbled to yourself as you harshly kicked a rock. Your chest started tightening, your headache got worse. All you needed was to cry, but you couldn’t.

-

Pursing your lips tighter, you held back a sob after the door opened. You gripped the blanket over your head, pretending to sleep on the couch.

The footsteps stopped right in front of you, and you tried to even your breathing.

“Crow..?”

You cursed your body for shaking slightly. You peeked your head through the blanket.

“Hey, uhm..”

Simon’s eyes scanned your face and he sat down.

“What’s wrong?”

His voice was abnormally soft, and you felt your eyes watering again. Getting softness from a guy who was intimidating and wore masks and kill people was what made the situation worse for you.

“Hey, hey..easy. S’fine, just wanted t’know because you don’t seem okay.”

You sniffed and pulled the blanket over you again, not wanting to ugly cry in front of your lieutenant.

“Is it about the mission..? Are you.. stressed? Sure, it is a hard one, but you have us. And we have you..”

You sobbed quietly as his hand traced patterns on your knees, touch soft as ever.

It wasn’t about the mission.

-

Loosening your grip on your gun, you sighed and threw it away. You could practically hear Price’s disappointed screams, harsh words that would go in one ear and out the other. But you were alone now.

Maybe if you just went to the soldiers and ask them to kill you, it would be easier.

You stared at the enemy, talking with each other about their daily lives. Not giving a single shit about killing people, torturing their kids and families.

You sighed and sat down behind a tree, holding your knees in a tight hug.

Closing your eyes, your lips wobbled a little but you sighed.

-

“Aye, Lt. What’s wrong with her?”

Soap muttered under his breath to Ghost, and he looked at you.

You were sitting down next to another rookie. Everyone was chatting around the camp fire, relaxing their minds for the upcoming mission.

That was Gaz’ idea. The camp fire.

Everyone was laughing, having a good time. You were sitting there, smiling at your teammate as he was making impressions of your other teammates.

You weren’t there, though. Anyone who knew your ups and downs would know that. You were pretending, something you did pretty good. But Soap knew, Ghost knew.

God, even Price could see it.

Ghost was the only one who saw you crying. It was the day before. You cried while he patted your knee.

It was something that affected him. Seeing you cry did so many things to his already broken heart, but he would get through it.

His main concern was you.

He dismissed Soap, and went over to sit next to you. You turned to look at the person who sat next to you, only to find him. Your smile faltered a bit, but you smiled again.

“When are you gonna stop this?”

You swallowed and tried not to break your smile.

“What, Simon?”

You called him by his real name, which was a warning. But Ghost wasn’t a guy that would consider a warning.

“Bullshit. I know you’re not here mentally. Talk to me.”

His voice dropped an octave and he gripped his gloves, ripping them off from his hands. Your sharp eyes met his as you opened your mouth for harsh words.

“Just because we made a mistake by fucking doesn’t give you the option to talk to me like you’re my psychologist.”

You hissed through clenched teeth, and got up.

You stormed out of the area, bumping your shoulder to Soap’s in the process.

“Hey-“

Ghost’s eyes never left you as he came next to Soap.

“Leave it Johnny.” He mumbled with raging eyes.

-

“Crow, where are you?!”

You gasped quietly as you shot up from the ground. You were looking at the sky, almost hypnotized.

You looked at the time on your clock, and you were there for an hour.

You looked around, finding the soldiers still talking and waiting.

You got up, walked towards them with slow and unsteady steps.

The soldiers saw you and got their guns ready. You didn’t even surrender.

“It’s for the best.” You mumbled to yourself as you took another step.

“Stop right there, lady!”

Someone yelled, but other hushed him.

“She’s one of them!”

You waited for the guns to start firing. You sighed deeply as you thought about the hurt you caused your loved ones. It was going to be better for everyone.

You held your breath and closed your eyes as the fires started, only to realize that you were flying.

Opening your eyes, you looked behind you to see your lieutenant’s chin.

“Sim-“

“Shut it.”

He put you into the truck, and locked the doors after he got out.

A pained sob left your throat after he left, and you held your face in your hands.

What was wrong with you? What the hell were you thinking? No, it would be better if you died. You’re a pussy.

The door of the truck opened harshly, and Simon got in.

“What the fuck was that?!” He yelled, hand slamming down in anger.

You just sobbed after that, but he shook his head.

“Fuckin’ hell.. I told you to talk to me, didn’t I?! You were going to die!”

Hi clenched his hands, fisting them. He punched the metal door and you flinched.

“Fuck..”

He mumbled again, and looked up at you. His eyes were red, angry.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked after minutes of silence other than your broken sobs.

“It would be better-“

“No!”

He yelled again, body tense with so much anger.

“I hurt you all the time! Why, because of my fucking mental health? I promise you wouldn’t miss me if I died.”

Simon’s eye twitched as he punched his thigh. He pointed his finger at you accusingly. He took a deep breath before talking.

“You listen to me. I don’t want anything to happen to you. Nor do Soap or anyone want it. You hear me? I’ll take care of you, you’ll be better. Therapy, whatever the hell you want or need. I’ll fuckin’ do it. But you will not do..that again, yeah?”

Your face was scrunched up and Simon moved towards you, to hold you in his arms while you ugly cry. A big pained sob left you, making Simon’s heart clench.

“I’m sorry, M’such a wreck.”

Simon just held you tighter, brain fogged with the shit you tried to pull just minutes ago.

“Never, you hear me? Never do that again. Or I swear, I’ll kill you with my bare hands.”

You knew what he meant. He was scared. So were you.

“Tell me.” He mumbled into your hair, after minutes passed. You were now breaking deeply.

“I’ll try.”

“That’s it.”

You sniffled one last time.

“Let’s go, yeah? Wanna take a long bath. Gonna wash you up, sweet girl.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you thought about the man who was holding you.

You would try, just for him.

[mashiraostail]

Hiiii if i could get a bg3 request I would love to see what you can write for "are you warm enough?" with Halsin?? he's my fave and I bet you would do such a good job with him *chefs kiss* can it be fem reader maybe slightly suggestive plzzz thank you!!

omg my first...bg3...daddy halsin I will try my best!!! I hope you like!!!!

Even Karlach couldn't deny the unmistakable chill in their air this place had. Even since you set up camp your teeth had been chattering and your stomach was restless. It was cold, inhospitable land for miles out of eyeshot, you wondered why your adventures could never seem to bring you to someplace ample and kind.

"I'll try to get a nice big fire going." Karlach assures you, she puts a hand on your shoulder, ever since she got tuned up she was always keen on putting a hand on you. You were happy to let her, she still ran hot even when she was on cool down.

"Thanks Karlach." You hug yourself, trying to save the warmth her hand left behind as she pulled away.

"Someone just needs to cast fireball in the middle of camp." Despite her words Shadowheart didn't look all too cold, maybe she just enjoyed the idea of some more chaos and destruction before the day was out. You chuckle none the less.

You glance around at everyone's tents, yours was feeble, you cursed your affinity for traveling light. Maybe someone would be kind enough to bunk up with you for the night... You had an inkling of a thought about who to bother for the favor.

The fire started quickly, and brought some much valued warmth to the camp, Gale set a few cloths and blankets by the blaze to warm them up for the night. What was once unbearable cold had turned into mild discomfort as dinner preparations began.

You're holding a warm bowl of a stew-y, broth-y amalgamation to your face, letting the steam warm your numbing nose and cheeks when you feel something heavy and warm wrap around you.

"You look freezing." Halsin sits beside you, "not a winter creature I see."

"I'd prefer to hibernate." You gratefully wrap the heavy animal hide around yourself tighter and set your bowl aside, "I was made for warm, warm weather, glistening sunlight and beautiful riverbanks, scantily clad and swimming with the fish."

Halsin laughs at that, you sit shoulder to shoulder with him. You're happy to feel the way his body shakes with the sound, and to siphon the warmth off him.

"That would be a sight for sore eyes." He glances down at you, just barely moving his head to see you. "I can certainly see the appeal. Come here." He opens an arm to you and you don't need to be told twice. You huddle thankfully into his side.

"I never thought my adventures would lead me to such a terrible place." You say it quietly, "even Karlach is cold."

"I have faith that all of this will be sorted soon." Halsin welcomes your legs as they slide over his lap, "I've never met someone as steadfast in their goals as you are. Or as talented to pursue them."

You don't know what to say to that, ever since becoming a party all anyone had done is sing you praises, even the once prickly Astarion had kind words for you. You'd never seen yourself as particularly special, you just did what needed to be done, or so you thought.

"Will you sleep by the fire?" You elect to say nothing about it.

"I think it would be warmer under some cover. You can keep that for the night if it will help. If you'd like to stay by the fire it shouldn't catch." Everybody else had slunk off to bed, you think Gale lined his tent with books to keep the warm air in.

"That's kind, thank you."

"I could hear your teeth chattering across camp." When he laughs softly you only feel a huff of air from his broad chest, "I was cold just looking at you."

"You must be tired." You feel a crushing weight suddenly, you wonder why you had been chosen to be the hero now. The fear of what's to come paired with the sinister cold in the air made your chest tight.

"I'll stay with you for as long as you'll have me." The crackling fire illuminates all the best parts of his face, the cut of his jaw, the wide bridge of his nose, the lines of his smile and his heavy brow. "It's all going to be alright." He must have sensed your worry or the shift in your mood. Your head falls onto his chest.

"We should rest." You take a deep breath and stand up.

Halsin takes one of your hands, still sitting in front of you, "I'm always here, if you need me. For anything." You just nod at him. "However you need me." He insists, "a friend, a listening ear, a lover....I'm a dog at your side. I swear I am. However you'll have me, however you'll need me. Tell me you understand that."

You worry at your lower lip as you look down at him, "I only want you, Halsin. Exactly how you are now." You squeeze his hand, "I'm sorry I soured."

"A good mood is a delicate thing, in a situation like ours." He kisses the back of your hand, the fondness sends a warm wave over your body radiating up your arm to the center of your chest. "you'll come for me, if you need anything at all?"

"Yes I will."

"You aren't just saying that to put me at ease, are you?"His lips are still by your knuckles as he speaks. He looks up at you with earnest and kind eyes. These quite, kind nights at camp carried you through hostile and dangerous days...you were glad to have him. So glad you could hardly speak

"No, never." He smiles at that, perhaps not convinced, but content. He lets you go.

You toss an turn for what feels like hours, the cold made the night drag on terribly. You wonder if much time had passed at all, you're grateful for the blanket but still discontent. You get up and trek across camp, the low light of the fire guiding your way. When you reach Halsin's tent you're almost...nervous to go inside. It was nothing you hadn't done before. Though you always went together, now you were alone, and uninvited disturbance. The cold spurred you on and you slowly roll the entrance open and poke inside.

The slowly dying fire illuminated the inside of his tent, and him where he laid on his back.

"Halsin." You whisper. "Halsin."

"Are you alight?" He sits up, "what do you need?"

"I...well I was hoping...since..." You feel embarassed now, coming to ask to sleep in his bed like a child. That's when he notices your blanket, still wrapped aorund you.

"Would you like to spend the night here, with me? You're cold aren't you?"

"Freezing." You nod and he waves you inside, fastening the tent's closure behind you. He wrestles through a bag and produces another blanket.

"Come to me." He's made ample room for you so you go, easily and guiltless now. "I feel cruel." He's looking at you intently when he speaks.

"Why?"

"I think you're beautiful in the cold too, maybe just as beautiful as you would be swimming in that river. You're glowing." He holds a hand out and of course you lean in to him. His voice is low, but welcoming and warm, "come right to me."

His hands on your face are warm, his lips are warm, for the first time since setting camp you feel warm. Really genuinely warm, from the inside out.

"Are you warm enough?" You were under a heavy hide blanket with him, and still shrouded in the one you'd worn on your hike over to his tent.

"Yes..I do feel better." You nod, "thank you for taking care of me."

"I wish you'd asked sooner." His hand brushes back your hair, and covers on of your numbed ears.

"I didn't want to be too much of a bother. You helped me out so much with this blanket already."

"Please." His knuckles drag over your jaw and down your neck, "i've been kinder to you than handing off a spare blanket. You've given more to me than a simple companion during my dinner. I'd be thrilled to have you here, every night. Warming in the palms of my hands, for me." His lips are soft on your temple.

The heat of embarrassment filled your face and neck, thought even this warmth you were thankful for. You were thankful still as soft kisses trailed from your temple and down your neck, and warm hands slid up and over your belly to cup your waist and glide gently up your back. Every touch and kiss had a warmth to it, the kind of warm buzz you get from your first few drinks, or after a hearty meal. Thankful sighs and quiet moans hit your skin as warm puffs of air, all happily contained under the warmth of your blankets.

The warmth of it lingered after it all too, his hands covered your gently heaving chest, trapping it inside you. You feel so warm that it's an easy feat to doze off with him there, you feel his nose in your hair, taking heavy, grateful breaths of you. As you slide into what should be an easy night of sleep you nestle back into him, content to know he'd stay there as long as you wanted him to.

[the-kr8tor]

Hiiii!

This is my first time doing this, but I have an idea for FF.

Can you do something where reader is like a raccoon, likes to sleep, eat, steals peoples food sometimes and then Hobie just thinks its adorable... except when reader steals his food and then when I think of Hobie getting his food stolen I think about that one tiktok "gIvE mE mA fOkKeN cHiPs!" I'll add the link but could you do something like that please? Would make my day 😭💀

Link: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMjk3y59F/

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Omg hi ✨anon! I love this prompt sm ❤️ thank you for requesting!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, spiderperson! Reader, cw food mention, FLUFF.

It's Fluffy Friday!

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Miguel's annoyed voice rings out around his large office, chastising an equally annoyed Hobie, hands on his hips, rolling his eyes at every word Miguel throws at him. Gwen stands next to Hobie with her arms crossed head turned to the side with a frown.

Hobie's the first person to spot you crawling on the ceiling ever so quietly and slowly. Your mask is off, he sees the tip of your tongue poking out your lips in concentration.

Your senses tingle, eyes shifting to the culprit. Hobie has the faintest smirk on his lips, raising his eyebrows slightly to signal you that you're still undetected by Miguel. You give him a wink as a thank you. Going back to your heist, a warm empanada sits on Miguel's desk, ready for the taking. You think food tastes better when it's snatched right from under their noses, moreso if it comes from your boss who's currently blowing a gasket at Hobie and Gwen.

You take it as revenge for yelling at them. Crawling soundlessly, hands and feet sticking effortlessly on the smooth ceiling, you aim your web shooter directly at the styrofoam.

Suddenly, Gwen sees you, a gasp escapes her lips. Miguel stops mid sentence, eyes following her line of sight.

"We got it!" Hobie pipes up before Miguel spots you with your webs sticking to his lunch. "What was our mistake again?" Bossman pinches the bridge of his nose, starting his rant again.

You sigh, relieved. Gwen gives you an apologetic smile, slyly hiding it from Miguel. You give her a thumbs up while pulling the empanada up to you. Once safely in your grasp, you give Hobie a flying kiss. A knowing look in your eyes, Hobie shakes his head in a miniscule movement.

You shake the styrofoam in your hand, taking Miguel's attention. He turns around lightning fast, already knowing who's behind him and what they currently have in their hands.

"You–!" He doesn't waste time chasing after you, especially that empanada was the last one from the cafeteria.

"Run!" Gwen yells, Hobie guffaws, doubling over in laughter.

You yelp, laughing like a maniac. Having multiple hiding places, it's safe to say that empanada was your prize.

—

Hobie stretches his aching arm, seeking your warmth, he finds Pavitr and Miles talking excitedly in the many hallways of the society.

Hobie opens his mouth to ask them where you are, before he could, Miles sighs, pointing up with his index finger.

"Ceiling"

"Thanks" Hobie jumps up, sticking to the ceiling, he slides off a loose panel. Peeking in, he sees you curled around a fluffy blanket, eyes closed, chest rising and falling.

You look so comfortable he doesn't want to disturb your little bubble of relaxation. Your senses have other ideas though, cracking your eyes open, you smile immediately after your sleepy vision clears, showing Hobie in all his glory.

"Hi" you say softly, yawning, hugging the blanket tighter.

"Hi yourself" Hobie wipes the gunk off your eye carefully with his pinky. "What'd you take now?"

"Peter" you say nonchalantly.

"What?" He asks with wide eyes, surely lego spiderman isn't tucked next to you, or else Miguel would definitely be pissed off without his best operative out on the field.

"Spider-Cat" sure enough, you lift the blanket, Spider-Cat sleeps soundly, curled around himself. "He looked tired so I asked him if he wanted to take a nap up here" whispering, you reach out for Hobie's hand. "Then I guess he looked so cozy I joined in"

Hobie takes your hand, squeezing it once. "Room for one more?"

You grin, nodding your head. "For you, always"

—

Hobie sits with the usual gang, eyes looking for your familiar suit. The crowded cafeteria makes it hard though, red and blues rush past his vision. His lunch half eaten, bag of chips unopened on his lunch tray.

Gwen throws a piece of french fry at Hobie's face, too distracted, he fails to block it, grease sticks to his cheek. Miles and Pavitr chuckle at his shiny skin.

"Arse" He wipes it with a grimace.

Miles and Pav laugh louder while Gwen joins in. They're not laughing at him anymore though, their eyes staring at you crouched down next to Hobie, hands slowly inching their way to his chips.

"Yoink!" You snatch it, already running away, giving yourself a head's start.

"Give me my fuckin' chips!" He yells after you, boots thumping against the floor as he runs after you with a smile.

[astermath]

The touch starved prompts are making me be in my feels :') If you're still open to requests for them, can I have either "how long has it been since someone hugged or?" or "you don't need to earn my affection, not now and not ever." with Steve? Those two really hit hard for me... :')

omg i almost completely overlooked this ask i'm so sorry! the first one i answered not too long ago with this oneshot, but i'll happily write the second one!

send in some touch starved prompts! ♡

word count: 1K

You’ve been sick for two days already, and frankly, you’ve had enough.

It’s not that you feel bad for missing out on work. Seriously, you could have used a break from 10 hour shifts a long time ago already. And you don’t really have any other commitments you regret not being able to attend either.

No, Steve is taking care of you.

And it’s very conflicting.

On one hand, you love it. He’s your boyfriend, of course he takes care of you. He makes you soup, makes sure you have a blanket and a nice hot water bottle at your disposal, does everything around the house. It’s like heaven. Well, almost like heaven.

Because you can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of guilt about it all.

It’s stupid, you know it’s stupid. You would do the exact same thing for him if he was sick.

But there’s this awful feeling gnawing away at you, making you feel like he’s slaving away for you and that you’re ungrateful, that you don’t deserve it. That he doesn’t even like taking care of you, he just pities you.

That’s why when he comes to sit down next to you on the couch, reaching out for a cuddle, you pull away.

You don’t dare to look his way. You know the expression on his face already, a mixture of confusion and hurt. Mostly confusion. You’re sick, maybe you just don’t want to make him sick as well?

“Come on, we can cuddle, right? I’ve got a strong immune system, I won’t get sick from giving my girl some attention now.” He chuckles, but you don’t give in. It’s starting to concern him now. His sweet girl, not wanting to be enveloped in his arms? Maybe your sickness has gotten to your brain, or he’s done something seriously wrong.

“Hey,” He ducks his head under a little so he can get a look at your face, but you turn away. “What’s up baby? Did I do something?”

That makes you look at him, because you can’t have him thinking your insecurities have anything to do with his actions. He’s perfect, literally the dream boyfriend. And yet you feel like he’s being too good for you right now.

Your eyes are watery, and that you cannot blame on the illness. Steve’s expression softens, and he suddenly feels a lot worse for joking around just now.

“It’s just— you’re being so nice to me, and I… I don’t know…”

“Peach… If I’m doing something wrong, you can tell me. You know that, right?”

“No, it’s— you’re not doing anything wrong, it’s just—“ you sigh, sniffling a little. “Feel like I don’t deserve this.” you pause, eyes quickly darting his way and back. “Like I don’t deserve you.”

Steve’s facial expression contorts into one of worry and confusion in a matter of seconds. “Oh, baby… C’mere.”

He reaches out, wrapping a strong arm around your shoulders and pulling you flush to his chest. The warm scent of his cologne overtakes your senses, and you can’t help but feel comforted by it. His large hand rubs over your back, gently, soothingly, and he presses a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Y’know, sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve you.” He mumbles against your hair.

You scoff; why would the Steve Harrington ever feel that way?

“Seriously, like,” he leans back a little, still holding you, “I used to be such an asshole. And you knew me back then, you’ve seen me during my worst times, when my ego was bigger than Hawkins itself, and you still decided I was worth your time. The fact that you stuck with me all that time, that really does count for something.”

You close your eyes to reminisce for a moment. He’s not entirely wrong, he was an asshole, but if anyone is the living proof that a person can change, it’s Steve.

He looks down at you, eyes full of love, glad to see you're starting to come out of your insecure cloud of thoughts.

"You know, even if you're not sick, you don't have to earn my affection."

Your head peeks out of the embrace he has you in, all curled up on his lap. Your eyes are a little glassy from almost crying, and though he hates seeing you sad like this, you do look so pretty.

"Yeah?" you ask, voice a little fragile.

"Yeah," he replies, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, "not now," peck, "and not ever."

You giggle softly, returning the gesture. The kiss deepens by the second, your lips melting together in what you could only describe as "getting lost in each other". And that's exactly what you do, because while his tongue slips past your lips and your fingers slide into his hair, you forget all about the sickness you'd been so tormented by.

Your eyes open suddenly, a soft gasp erupting from you as you pull away. "Wait, no-- no, I'm sick Stevie!"

He simply chuckles in return, pulling you in again before you can protest. "So what?" he mumbles against the plushness of your lips, "if I get sick, you'll take care of me too, right?"

"Duh," the tip of your nose rubs gently over his, "I'll make you chicken noodle soup and everything."

"Good, so," he shifts your positions, laying you down gently under him, your back flat onto the couch, "a bit of kissin' won't hurt."

You grin, the pure love and affection flooding your body making you forget all about being sick. "You're impossible, Harrington."

"You love it." He leans down to peck your lips once more.

"Yeah," your arms wind around him, "you got me there."

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[hypnoneghoul]

Swissalps sickly sweet fluff plz😭🙏

omg I'm sorry this sucks

Mountain makes his way back to the den with a sigh, his legs and arms sore as he walks on autopilot, following a faint trail of his favorite scent.

He feels as if he’s been working in the greenhouses and gardens for weeks, even though in reality it was just a few hours. He's exhausted anyway.

His feet carry him to the common room where he notices Swiss lounging on the couch and watching TV and the earth ghoul immediately feels lighter. There’s a smile pulling on his lips and warmth blooming in his belly.

Swiss looks up and grins up at his mate, opening his arms. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi.” Mountain flops onto the couch and falls into Swiss’ arms. The multi ghoul brings him closer and hugs him tightly to his chest as they both start to purr quietly. Some time passes, Mountain nearly falls asleep. Swiss thinks he does fall asleep and he moves, trying to reach a blanket to cover his tired mate, but the earth ghoul stirs, then.

“Do you want to go to bed?” Swiss asks him. He grumbles something unintelligible into his neck and burrows himself closer. That means no, but the multi ghoul knows better. “Come on, I’ll make you tea and then we’ll get all snuggled up in bed, okay, my love?”

“Mhm,” the earth ghoul hums after a second, having considered the offer, clearly. Swiss chuckles, knowing that he’ll have to worry about his mate the day he doesn't get bribed with tea and snuggles. He wiggles out from under Mountain and he whines, but doesn’t stop him.

“I’ll be back in a second,” Swiss smiles. He goes to the kitchen and prepares everything for the promised tea. The kettle is loud enough for him to not hear as Mountain stands up and pads over to him. The multi ghoul trills happily as his mate wraps his arms around his waist and glues himself to his back, purring. “You were supposed to wait for me there.”

“Didn’wannabe’part,” he slurs into the back of Swiss’ neck. His belly swoops with love—no surprise—and he puts his own hands on Mountain’s as they wait for the water to boil. It doesn’t take long but the earth ghoul might have as well fallen asleep hanging off of Swiss’ back.

“Okay, big guy,” Swiss says once their cups of tea are ready. “I have to carry them, can you walk and not make us fall over?”

Mountain hums in affirmation again, but doesn’t pull off of Swiss. The multi ghoul laughs and walks out of the kitchen with his mate still wrapped around him. It isn’t the smartest—considering the mugs filled with boiling liquid in both of Swiss’ hands—but they make it work and they make it to their room.

Swiss pushes Mountain onto the bed and the earth ghoul, more or less, gets the hint and crawls into the nest. Swiss sets the cups on one of the bedside tables and moves to walk around the bed to his side, to crawl into the bed himself and glue himself to his mate’s front.

Mountain whines, though, and Swiss furrows his brows. He looks up at him and his eyes are so soft. The multi ghoul melts, knowing all too well what his mate wants. “Little spoon?”

“Yeah,” Mountain mumbles and smiles goofily and Swiss can waste no more time. He jumps into the nest and stretches to wrap himself around the bigger ghoul, to make him feel as small as possible. All safe and protected.

The purr that breaks free out of Mountain once they settle rattles their entire bed.

“I love you so much, sweetheart,” Swiss whispers into the back of his mate’s neck.

“I love you, too,” he replies, all shaky with his deep rumble.

[neomujinjja]

BoyNextDoor Park Dates

Pairing: bf!boynextdoor x gn!reader

Genre: fluff so much fluff

Warnings: n/a

Jaehyun 재현

you guys watch the clouds together

you point out all of the characters and shapes you see to each other

so much giggling (jaehyun is silly)

arguing over how one cloud looks like 2 different things

he is not going down without a fight

jaehyun definitely puts his arm under your head and around your shoulder, with the other arm under his own head

so comfy that he falls asleep at one point

laying your head on his chest>>>

you cover him from the sun when it gets a little brighter

(how you cover him is up to your imagination)

you end up falling asleep too

you wake up to jaehyun playing with your hair

you stretch and almost smack him (that nap was TOO good)

the both of you stay out until it’s starts to rain

he walks you home with his umbrella over the both of you

you stop to splash in puddles together

sweet kisses goodbye 💜 (but not before you send him off with a blanket or an extra hoodie of his that you stole)

rest of the members under the cut!

Sungho 성호

to start off, the both of you go biking together <3

you attempt to ride his bike, but the wheels are too big

you race each other to the park

at the park, y'all have an art date !!!!

either you paint and show each other at the end

or you switch canvases every 30 minutes

mischievously swiping a little paint on each other’s face

soft kisses to get more paint on each other

he brings an extra canvas to make something special together

he tells you to put paint on your hand and you’re like ????? until you Realize and you’re like omg ☺️☺️☺️ that’s so cute 🥰🥰

you pick each other’s fave color and place your hands next to one another’s on the canvas

you make characters out of the handprints

playing on the park equipment while you wait for the canvases to dry

you guys set the canvases in a tree for safe keeping 🤞

he takes tons of photos

and he walks you home after getting lunch together at a local cafe

Riwoo 리우

a walk in the park

it’s the perfect date for him because it’s chill yet romantic

i can see it being either early morning or late at night

you and riwoo shyly hold hands the whole time

walking slowly, savoring every moment together 🥰🥰

he picks flowers in your fave color to tuck behind your ear

okay but putting a flower behind someone’s ear is SO intimate for no reason

gently tucking your hair before he places the flowers behind your ear

staring into each other’s wide eyes and blushing

dancing and being silly along the walking trail

he’d hum music for you which slowly progresses into the two of you singing together

picking more flowers together !!!!

stopping to play at the park before he takes you home

he kisses your cheek before leaving 🥰🩷

Taesan 태산

with taesan it’s just vibes

taesan picks out the music (which you don’t mind because his music taste>>)

you share earphones 🥰

you and taesan feed the ducks that are walking around

looking at the scenery around you and talking

you guys point out little animals that remind you of each other

there's a farmer’s market nearby so you both go

taking your time and stopping when something catches your eye

taesan sticks close to your side, keeping you out of harms way and minimizing the people you bump into

he buys a little something for y'all to snack on

you guys return to the park with fruits from the market

you share them as you lazily swing

(taesan let's you eat the majority)

he plays music on the speaker he brought

you guys play on the swings, the slide, and the spinners

when the fun has to end, he walks you home

he lends you his headphones to show you more music on the way home

at your door, you give him a quick peck on the cheek before putting his headphones on his head and hugging him super tight

he blushes and melts into the hug

(it’ll have him daydreaming the whole way home)

Leehan 이한

a cute picnic date

you know the fruit bowl with gummies and cider?

y'all do that but there's a Lot of gummies

(leehan eats them all)

feeding each other the leftover gummies !!!

the sandwiches are so yummy because leehan made them

after finishing up lunch, i can definitely see him taking you to a nearby river to cool down

you guys lay by the riverbank and watch the fish swim by

he teaches you different kinds of fish that swim by

you splash each other playfully

you guys go up a hill to watch the sunset and enjoy the breeze

you stare at each other for a little because you both think that the other is the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen

i think leehan would definitely tuck your hair behind your ear and smile softly at you

you vent to him while braiding his hair

he listens carefully before giving you advice

you both watch the rest of the sunset and talk about how pretty the colors are (but he thinks you’re prettier)

you exchange a gentle kiss before packing up and walking to your house

when you arrive, he lets you take the rest of the leftovers

he squeezes you tightly and plants a kiss in your hair before going home

Woonhak 운학

if it's after school, y'all do homework together

you help each other out and sometimes share answers

if it's on the weekend, then you play basketball together

y’all play a round of HORSE

maybe 1v1, first to 10

you do not mimic his shots accurately at ALL

but even if you aren't the best player, it's okay

hak just appreciates you being there with him

he loves that you’re taking the time to learn what he enjoys doing

he might even give you some lessons

“this one’s for you!” and he actually makes it because he’s woonhak

once y'all get tired, it's off to the convenience store to get food

so many snacks on top of your favorite ramen

playfully arguing about who pays

you guys share the food, occasionally feeding each other a chip

then you go back to his house to study for the upcoming exam

when he’s done, he starts working on music

he has you sing some things for him to sample

when you guys finish up, he walks you home

when you get to your house, he makes sure to greet your parents

hugs both you and your parents before going back to his house

[reveluving]

a little more love ; peter hale x reader x deucalion

summary: when two of the most fearsome werewolves do whatever they can to convince their beloved to cancel dinner night with the pups.

warnings: loads of kisses, hugs and but no s~mut. not yet, at least (still, minors DNI!), very cheesy ngl; peter & deuc just really love their vampire wifey &lt;3

a/n: omg a debut?? s/o to @fanficimagery​; their Peter fics + others are the reasons why I wrote this—awakening another wild side of of mine to the point of no return (affectionately) 😭��I got another one in the making tho, trust! love y’all and don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» fancy reading the series? check out the m.list!

'Though Deuc and Peter chimed in once in a while, the pack could tell they were giving you most of the spotlight.' ;

The sound of blackbirds chirping outside your window was enough to wake you up from your slumber. You stirred but could barely move with the arm around you and pulling you close. Their chest rose and fell at a pace so relaxing, so comforting, it could've lulled you back to sleep right away.

"Did you sleep well?" You shivered at the voice, deep and barely awake, forcing you to crack one eye open. You craned your neck, welcoming the very sight of the man holding you dearly. You hummed, eliciting a chuckle out of him as you nuzzled into him.

"You're so comfy." You murmured, the silky sheets against your skin would've been more than enough to chain you to bed for another hour or two.

Too bad you had other plans.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" You blinked, noticing the hues ranging from orange to pink coming from the window, an indication that sunset was nearing faster than you had anticipated.

"You looked so peaceful." Deuc responded casually as if you hadn't promised the pack dinner night, which was happening in two hours.

"I didn't even hear the alarm." You blindly took your phone on the nightstand, finding it impossible for you to sleep through one in the first place.

But, Deuc's sudden lack of response told you everything you needed to know.

So, you placed your phone away before turning to him.

"Deuc," He hummed, "Did you have anything to do with this?"

"No?"

"Deuc!"

He barely opened his eyes to look at you before huffing out a 'yes'.

"Can't we just order takeout?"

"Even they can do that from their own home," You grinned, poking his cheek, "And you know no one delivers to this side of the road past seven."

"Then we could always just order now and ask one of them to pick it up later," He was hell-bent on making you stay, the offer especially enticing when he pulled the covers over you with him, "Or better yet, ask him to pick it up and make himself useful for once."

You snorted, only to jump when fingers lightly traced your spine.

"Hey," You admonished lightly, "Behave."

"You can't expect a man to behave when he has such beauty in his arms." He slipped his hand under the blanket, "Come on, all you have to do is cancel it, and we'll make sure to take such good care of you."

You whined, squirming in his arms as though you were fighting your inner demons before sitting up, but not before covering your bare chest with the blanket.

"Nice try, handsome, but I’m not falling for your tricks." You pointed directly at his nose, only to sputter when he countered your sudden determination by nipping the tip of your index finger.

"Angel, you always do," Touché, "The pups can fend for themselves for another day, can't they?"

"Deuc," You sighed shaking your head in amusement; you could never get mad at him. You turned your head a little, kissing his palm before caressing his cheek with your free hand, "I haven't seen them for over a week, God knows whether or not they've taken care of themselves since. It's only for a couple of hours, I promise."

Deuc narrowed his eyes at you, trying not to give in to your puppy eyes.

But he knew better.

He let his head fall to the pillow, letting out a dramatic sigh.

"Alright, alright," You perked up, only to be caught off guard when he wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you down to him for a heated kiss, taking your breath away as his tongue lightly ran across the tip of your fangs. Your whimpers only motivated him to take back his own words and never let you leave the bed, but he loved you too much to say no.

He pulled away, satisfied with the way you looked back at him with wide eyes.

"You didn't think I'd expect some sort of return if I'm going to have to keep my hands to myself for a few hours?"

Puffing up your cheeks in embarrassment, you were barely able to maintain eye contact as intense as his before giving him a quick peck at the lips.

"Angel," He chuckled, "If that's the kind of payment you're planning to give, I'd expect at least a couple more."

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Very much," He responded nonchalantly as though he wasn't practically basking in your reactions, "In fact, I could wake up to this every day."

There was no point arguing with this man, not especially when you had dinner to whip up in under two hours. So, you took a deep breath, lowering yourself for a proper kiss. Deuc was eager, that much was clear as he chased after your lips, keeping you still with one hand on the back of your head.

He shivered as you lightly ran your nails down his chest, slowly pulling away before letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

"Much better."

It had taken Deuc exactly a good half an hour to get his fill of you before begrudgingly letting you go to take a shower, promising to help you out right after.

You, on the other hand, have been at it in the kitchen for an hour, seasoning your stroganoff before moving on with the dessert.

Just then, you froze, feeling a pair of eyes from the living room watching your every move. You slowly placed the bowl of unwhipped cream onto the counter, hoping to look as neutral as possible. The presence, however, had seen right through you, because as soon as you faced the entrance to the foyer, you felt their warm breath against your neck before they spun you around. You yelped, feeling yourself fall backwards despite their hands securely holding onto your hips.

Your hands shot up to their back, one around his neck and the other gripping the back of their shirt. Had it been anyone else, other than Deuc, you would've instinctively torn their throat out even before they could even put their hands on you.

But, this was Peter you were talking about.

"What's cookin', good lookin'?"

‘You've got to be kidding me.’

"Jesus, Hale," He was clearly proud of himself, the debonair smile on his face especially growing when you released the grip on his shirt in favour of covering a part of your face, thoroughly embarrassed, "That is by far the worst line I've ever heard, coming from you."

"Oh, I know," He shrugged, leaning in closer, "But it's worth seeing that pretty face of yours scrunch up like that."

He pressed his lips against yours before you could even respond with a snarky remark, pulling away just as fast in favour of the adorable stupefied look you always had each time he or Deuc had taken you by surprise.

"But it does smell good in here." He brought up back up from the dip before taking a good whiff of your homemade gravy in the pot.

"Only the best for the best," You mused, hearing him purr in agreement for a moment before adding, "Oh, and for you too, I guess."

He was speechless, to say the least. At least for a while.

"Why, you," He didn't even give you the time to turn away before he attacked your neck and collarbone with wet kisses, the exaggerated sounds of his smooches growing louder the more you cried out to him to stop.

He did, eventually, but he made sure he gave you enough to sag in his arms, resting against him for a moment as he mumbled against your cold skin.

"Would be nice if we had the night to ourselves." Oh. You covered your face yet again, now with both of your hands.

"Not you too," You felt the chuckle vibrating through him, "You and Deuc planned this, didn't you?"

"Depends," He drawled, clearly feigning ignorance, "Is it working?"

Fuck yeah, it is.

"You're gonna have to try harder than that."

Big mistake.

Your mouth gaped open wide as though you had surprised yourself, knowing he had taken your statement as a challenge when he pursed his lips.

"Challenge accepted."

You squeaked as he pulled you to his chest, one of his hands remained on your hips while raising the other that he intertwined with yours. You were sure his eyes had dilated, enjoying the way you bashfully look up at him through your lashes, gasping as soon as his hand crept up past the hem of your shirt.

"Peter," You giggled nervously, "Where is that hand going?"

He hummed.

"Places."

Just then, he switched directions, sliding further down before moving under the waistband of your shorts.

"Places where I'd want to touch," Down, "To kiss," Up, "To lick," Down, "To nibble on."

Each time his hands move, no matter where they ended up, all you could do was shiver. He dipped his head, nibbling on your earlobe.

"If and only if my angel says so."

He was seeking your permission—just like Deuc did.

"I want to," Oh? "But later, okay?" Oh. You tried not to giggle as he deflated from your answer, "Especially since the two of you haven't made it any easier for me to say no today."

Not that you'd ever deny these two whatsoever.

"Please?" You cupped his face, thinking through your next words before mumbling, "Just hold on for a few hours and I'm all yours and Deuc's."

His eyes dilated from the mere promise, holding onto both of your hands and pulling you in to capture your lips with his. It was as deep and passionate as the one you had with Deuc, your legs nearly buckled if it wasn't for his quick reflex.

"Pretty girl, you'll be the death of me."

The audacity.

"Oh, like you're any better," You rolled your eyes playfully, "Now, you either help me with the potatoes or take these plates and march out to the dining room."

He opted for the potatoes, occasionally leaving kisses on your shoulders and nearly causing you to burn the caramel sauce that you were making to pair with your homemade ice cream.

Deuc came down to the kitchen a little while later, only to shoot a glare at Peter for putting him on dishes duty. You saw the way Peter smirked as Deuc stalked out, dropping his expression to a barely innocent kind when he noticed you watching him.

"A grump, let me tell you," Peter commented, not bothering to lower his voice and earning himself a growl from the other room. You silently giggled before pushing him lightly.

Quarter past seven, and you walked out to serve the big pot of stroganoff and a whole bunch of sides in the dining room, where Deuc had just finished wiping the last cutlery. As soon as he did, he wrapped one arm around you, resting his head against your tummy. You could tell he was a little miffed over the petty arrangement, so you leaned in and kissed the crown of his head a couple of times, drawing a soft laugh from him.

No doubt Peter had seen you trying to cheer Deuc up and would probably cage you in his arms until you do the same for him.

A couple of hugs and hundreds more kisses later, the pack finally arrived, their exhaustion from surviving the week palpable as they greeted you with hugs or the Hale's exchanging meaningful pleasantries with you.

Deuc and Peter watched as your face continued to light up, from scooping a generous portion of noodles and stroganoff to listening to each and every one of them about the rough week they all had. Though Deuc and Peter chimed in once in a while, the pack could tell they were giving you most of the spotlight. This dinner was your idea, after all, treating the pack with the endless amount of love you had to offer. They only helped you out, though they'd gladly accept your gratitude at any given moment.

You were not blind to the looks they gave you either, so soft, even you didn't think they were capable of such emotion. You've either looked away or rushed out to the kitchen to 'top up the necessary' as a poor excuse to shy away from their gazes.

Soon, things began to calm down, and you shooed the pack to the living room, but not before being bombarded by offers to do the dishes. You gave in, eventually, and as soon as the final plate was washed, you pointed to the living room, much to everyone’s amusement.

Besides Deuc and Peter, who were helping you with the leftovers, everyone else started doing their own thing in the meantime; Scott, Stiles and Lydia were already lying on your rug, Malia and Kira were looking at your bookshelf, ranging from interesting novels with odd titles to the fishbowl of Marimo moss balls, because you wanted a ‘pet’ that ‘understood you best’.

None of the pack understood you till this day, not until Kira pointed out that Marimo moss balls survived best in low light, and you heard the rest of the pack answer with a collective ‘ooh’.

Derek, just like his cousin, had been doing the same, but from the comforts of the couch he was lounging on instead. Though he was the only one on his own, he seemed to be at peace, the deep wrinkles usually etched in between his eyebrows nowhere to be seen as dinner finally caught up to him. All in all, everyone was looking and feeling much better when they first arrived, but you couldn’t blame them. They were carrying responsibilities that were thrice as heavy as an average teenager.

Basically, you were glad to see them finally taking a load off.

The relief you were practically giving off to both Peter and Deuc was endearing, seeing your unfaltering smile despite the way your sensitive nose scrunched up a couple of times as you scooped the gravy into a container.

“You were right, angel,” Deuc was the first to speak up since the comfortable silence, “This dinner night was worth it.”

“Really?” The shine in your eyes was enough of a solid answer, “What changed?”

“That,” You tilted your head, “That pretty smile of yours.”

You mustered up a nervous smile, peeping out a small ‘oh’ before continuing with the leftovers.

At least, you tried to.

“No, no,” Peter came up behind you, intertwining his fingers with yours, “What did we say about hiding your smile?”

You peered up at Deuc, who nodded you encouragingly.

“That it only encourages you two to make me smile even more.” You whispered just enough for them to hear, trying your hardest to look elsewhere as they praised you with a simultaneous ‘atta girl’. Peter raised your laced hands, kissing the back of yours while Deuc took the other and did the same.

And just to spite you in the best way possible, they kissed either of your cheek, Deuc taking your left whereas Peter on your right.

But before they could melt you further, you heard an ‘oop’, followed by Lydia’s ‘Stiles!’ before she dragged him off. The poor boy had accidentally seen the tooth-rotting display at its peak, especially between his former nemeses and his godmother. It didn’t bother them in the slightest though. They turned to you, only to see your wide-eyed mortification. You could’ve really traumatized him or anyone else for that matter, had Stiles’ interruption not happened, and you had no doubt these two could care less in favour of devouring you in the kitchen.

Shameless.

But you loved them anyway.

That still didn’t stop you from glaring at the two, at least you tried to, losing your composure when they both ganged up on you with their knowing smirk—a telltale that they haven’t forgotten about your promise.

They eventually put you out of your misery, but their lingering touches had only been amped up to the max, letting you know that they were growing impatient to have you.

And the second the pack leaves, boy, were you in for the night.

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[b1mbodoll]

u also said something abt jiwoong nicho and joojoo (im so late m sorry 😞) so ill send you something for them!

jiwoong is so moms new boyfriend to me omg like your mom would invite him to dinner and tell him to spend some time with you because she wants the both of you to get along ofc!!!!! but she didnt think jiwoong would start splitting you open on his cock! u act so innocent too :( bending over and showing your panties to jiwoong when your moms not looking, hugging into his side when watching a movie as a "family" while hes fingering you under the blankets or maybe sitting on his lap and your mom thinks its cute you and him are so father daughter already but you're trying soooo hard not whimper from feeling him twitch inside you :( honestly at some point you really are just asking for it! no innocent girl knows how to ride dick as good as you do (=^ェ^=) omg and when jiwoong starts threatening to baby trap you then what? telling you while he has a fist full of your hair how you're so stupid you would probably just take it and have his kids! ✉️✉️✉️

love 🎀 anonie!

pairings: kim jiwoong x f! reader

warnings: infidelity + corruption + pussyjob + cum eating + anal

💌: pls ur idea is so great but im high and want to add this pls enjoy my love

but mom’s bf! jiwoong making you give him a pussyjob :( wants you to feel how thick he is before fuckin’ you raw n needs to feel you gush on his cock n get him lubed up so he can push his cock into ur tight hole

“that’s it baby,” he praises, cock twitching as you glide over his cock, your juices coating his entire length. “such a good girl, you sure you’ve never done this before?” of course you havent, and he knows. because if you weren’t a virgin you wouldnt be begging for his dick like one, whining as you rut against his him.

your pussy’s so perfect and the view of your lips parting to accomodate to him make jiwoong blow his load, creamy ropes spurting onto his abs. you dont know why but you have the intense need to taste him. so you do, collecting his semen on two fingers and slipping them in your mouth, moaning at the taste of him.

he makes you call him daddy too!!!!! trains u to say thank you daddy when he cums in ur cunt or after fuckin your mouth <3 his favorite thing is slipping a finger in your ass when he’s splitting your pussy open, smirking when you cry and squirm at the feeling

[existence-mallon]

hiiiii<3 could we get some soft dom jin yuan smut/thirst where (preferably gn pls!) reader is insecure about their thighs? also tysm for the kafka crumbs omg

You're welcome!! I love writing for Kafka, she's my favourite<33

Jing Yuan's corner

suggestive themes under cut––––––––––––––

You were looking at yourself in the mirror, that damned mirror, noticing all the little flaws and imperfections only you could see. Your eyes trailed down your own body, and your gaze fell on your thighs. Gosh, you felt so uncomfortable with your body, especially your thighs. Questions popped up in your mind. You wondered if Jing Yuan found you ugly and just.. felt pity for you. If that was the reason he was dating you, just pity..

Jing Yuan had just about managed to enter your shared bedroom when he saw you looking in the mirror. You noticed him and quickly turned away, seemingly making your way to the desk to 'work'.

"Something wrong, little dove?" He asked you, his voice dripping with adoration.

"No Yuan, I'm fine." You sighed out. Jing Yuan knew of your insecurities, but he never really knew how to comfort you. As General, his way of speaking was, quite harsh. He never wanted to speak that way to you, never wanted to make you feel even more uncomfortable.

Until, despite the embarrassment, he asked some foxian ladies for advice. And now he felt as what he would do would make you happier.

He came behind you, hugging you. His fingers trailed down and along your thigh in a gentle motion, caressing every perfect inch. “You have nothing to be insecure about. Your legs are perfectly fine, don't get so caught up over nothing," He said, rubbing your thigh in a comforting manner.

“There's no reason to worry, you look absolutely gorgeous with the way you are right now” Jing Yuan muttered, gently caressing your neck, then your chin. The tips of his fingers brushed over your reddened cheeks before he turned you around and kissed you. Your lips met his in an intimate kiss, your arms coming to hold him tighter, a hand slipping into his hair and the other gripping the back of his neck. Faint whines escaped your mouth, your face flushed with embarrassment from how new it felt. His kisses trailed down your neck, and they sent shivers down your spine. That fleeting touch of his felt so comforting, you felt like you were wrapped up in a warm blanket on a cold winter night.

“You're so beautiful, sweetheart. Don't degrade yourself.” He whispered, nuzzling your neck and kissing each spot he could. One hand on the small of your back, the other roaming free. His fingertips ran down your thigh once again before slowly inching inward, and then again running up, teasing you. His hands roamed up your body, dancing across your skin and eventually slipping under your shirt.

As soon as he got your consent and approval, his fingers toyed across your chest, the sensation tickling you as he slowly moved them around each of your nipples. Your breathing grew heavier, your heartbeat quickening with each second passed.

His other hand continued its slow descend down, shuffling your shirt and moving past your waist. With a smile plastered on his face, he whispered sweet nothings and reassuring words in your ear.

"It's a shame you feel like this, because your thighs are one of the things I like the most about you. I'm a simple man, and in my book, thighs win any day." He teased, trying to lighten up your mood. Jing Yuan led you and gently leaned you down onto the bed, his hand firmly pressing against your back.

"You're okay with me doing this, right?" Jing Yuan whispered, and he bit his lip while trying to keep his breath steady, not wanting to make any jarred movements that would startle you or dampen the mood. "I just want to make you feel good, baby. Just want to show you how I see you and how much I love you."

Your breath hitched and your heart raced, your body trembling in anticipation, with his hands rubbing every part he could. Jing Yuan bit his lip, unable to hide the small smirk on his face as he watched your body react to his touch. He pulled you closer, his kisses trailing your neck, down your chest, down to your navel.

He parted your legs and started kissing your thighs, nibbling on them, making you lace your fingers in his hair. He teased you, gently sucking on your inner thighs. "Forget about all your insecurities. Let me show you how much I love you and your body.." He said as he pushed your underwear down..

[piko-power]

Sleepy Sonic Headcanons Because Why The Hell Not

Like Tails said in Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog, Sonic sleeps in the weirdest places. The first time Tails found this out was when they were younger when Tails just randomly found Sonic napping in the pilot's seat upside down in his plane. He still has the photo of it after years.

Around winter, Sonic tends to take more naps depending on his mood. Sometimes he would just nap for the entire day without even realizing it until Tails told him that it's the next day.

Sonic sleeps walks, and sometimes even sleep runs. (I blame @neurotypical-sonic for this one lol) It's a miracle he didn't run into any danger or do anything stupid while he sleep ran. The only time something like that happened however was when Sonic sleep ran all the way to Eggman's lair and destroyed every single Badnik there while Tails tries to stop him. Eggman didn't even know that Sonic was asleep the entire time, he was just pissed that Sonic destroyed his Badniks in the middle of the night for no reason.

He would feel tired after a big meal, usually after some chili dogs. Knowing Sonic he would need to eat a lot, but there were times where he would actually feel full, which is a shocker to most except Tails. In that case, he would be groggy and light, and in need for something to pass out on. (He's gonna fall asleep on the floor anyway)

Sonic owns chili dog themed slippers. Istg this is the best headcanon I've ever come up with. I need someone to draw this omg-

Sonic had nightmares since his first few months being in the Death Egg, they've only gotten worse ever since Tails, Amy and Knuckles left on their journey. But when they came back, the nightmares stopped. Since they stopped, Sonic wouldn't see any point about bringing them up to his friends, that is until suddenly Sonic gets a really bad nightmare one night. Sonic would cry out for his little buddy and thrash in his bed (or couch??) and Tails would come running in to see if he was okay. After a moment of crying and comforting, Sonic decided to tell him about the night terrors and even how much he missed him and Amy and Knuckles. THAT'S when the nightmares stopped for real.

If he's not having nightmares, then he's probably having a dream that is adventurous and epic, or very weird and bizarre. He surprisingly remembers most of his dreams considering how crazy they can be at times.

Even if his nightmares aren't about drowning, or loosing his friends, or Eggman defeating him, or flashbacks about the most intense part of his adventures, sometimes his "nightmares" would just be plain stupid depending on who you are. Like the next time you're gonna see Sonic in his bed, hugging his blankets and looking a little frightened, worry not, he just had a dream about chili dogs going extinct and Eggman, who was an actual egg with a mustache, turning everything into brussel sprouts. (Okay THIS I wanna seen being drawn lmao)

One of Sonic's favorite places to sleep is outside under the stars. Looking up at the pitch black sky that's covered in beautiful stars and galaxies is the most wonderful thing to see before he falls asleep. It's just his most favorite thing about the sky, and the night in general.

[bvttoneyes]

"They Say Home Is Where the Heart Is" (charming and snow's daughter! reader's version)

sum! being snow and charming's daughter after the curse (hc's)

tw! uhm poorly written, the ouat family tree

uh the lore is gonna be confusing ngl

-They see you haven't aged and want to cry. (your older than emma obv).

-BIGGEST HUGS THOUGH WHEN THEY SEE YOU OMGGGG

-Emma is very confused cos you look like 14 but you're 42, HUH?!?!?!?!?

-Uhm they don't let you out of your sight, for like 3 months (they only give you more freedom because you snapped and yelled at them)

-Henry loves you so so so much. You're a family member sorta close in age to him!!

-uh snow and charming treat you like a wittwe babyyyyyy (killing myself omg)

-no privacy. none. 0%. 0/100.

-you live with snow and charming too!

-doing dumb shit with red (she's the fun aunt fsss)

-granny makes you sweaters and blankets!

-you and henry are the kingdoms/towns baby, cos they missed out on emma being a baby. (yea you were the baby once but you never outgrow it 🤷)

-lwk i think you were regina's daughter when you were under the spell so it now makes the family line more confusing 😈😈😈😈

-also pissed off snow and charming more that SHE was your mom while under the spell.

-(FAMILY TREE/CONFUSING) js fyi you're technically henry's step-sister and aunt, emma's aunt and sister, snow's daughter and step-sister, regina's step-granddaughter and daughter, etc etc

-Belle is the only one that treats you normal. THE ONLY ONE.

-jiminy tries to give free therapy sessions because of the confusing family tree and everything that's gonna happen/is happening in your life.

-zelena HATESSSSSS you. with such a BURNING passion.

-overall big (confusing) family that mostly loves you very very much!

[hardstraykidshours]

stray kids fic-mas: day 12

pairing: hyunjin x afab!reader

genre: friends to lovers, smut, fluff, angst, 18+ (minors dni)

summary: getting snowed in with your best friend takes an unexpected turn.

length: 3.6k

warnings: christmas mention, food mention, profanity, sexual/suggestive content, no sub/dom dynamic, oral (f. receiving), hand job, unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap), cream pie, cum eating, praise, pet names, afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

a/n: this beautiful idea was requested by @yourhwngness! omg this was such a good idea, and i really ran with it, it ended up being much longer than originally anticipated. i hope you like it!

ficmas 2022 masterlist

"well…i think we’re all done,” hyunjin says, looking around at the holiday decorations, admiring his work.

“it looks amazing. we did good,” you say with a grin as you glance around the living room, the glow of the string lights dancing across every surface. your eyes land on hyunjin, and you can’t help but admire the way the lights look like stars in his eyes. you swear you could stare at him for hours.

you and hyunjin have been best friends for years. you’ve been through everything together. breakups, school dances, terrible fashion choices, hyunjin has been by your side for all of the best and worst parts of your lives. he is the sweetest and most caring person you’ve ever met. and he also happens to be wildly attractive. with all this being said, it’s no wonder you’ve fallen absolutely head over heels in love with him.

you’re not entirely sure he feels the same, though, so you’ve never told him this. he’s pretty touchy with you, but that’s just how he is with everyone. everything he does for you doesn’t necessarily seem like something he wouldn't do for anyone, so over the years, you’ve tried to train yourself to not read into things. you know he loves you, but you aren’t sure that he loves you in that way. if you tell him, and he doesn’t feel the same, it could completely ruin your friendship. you would rather pine over an unrequited love than lose him forever. you’ve tried dating other guys, but you always end up breaking up with them. you can never seem to get over hyunjin, so you’ve just decided to let things be.

it started snowing this morning, so hyunjin invited you over to make his place nice and festive since the snow put him in a holiday mood. you never say to no to moments like this with him, so you absolutely jumped on the opportunity. with christmas music playing in the background, you had spent the entire day decorating while snow peacefully fell outside the window.

“wow it’s really coming down out there,” he says as he makes his way to the window, and you follow suit. a little over a foot has already fallen.

“i don't think you should drive home tonight. the roads probably won’t get plowed before nightfall, and it doesn’t seem like the snow is going to be stopping anytime soon,” hyunjin states with worry in his voice. “you can just stay at my place.”

“you’re right. thank you,” you respond, trying to hide the nervousness in your voice. you’re not sure why, but for as long as you and hyunjin have been friends, you’ve never stayed the night at each other's house before. and the current prospect of staying over at your best friends house during a snowstorm while you’re madly in love with him feels strangely intimate. 

he glances at you and throws his arm over your shoulder, making your heart skip a beat. “you want some soup? a snow day isn't complete without a nice bowl of soup.”

“that sounds wonderful,” you look back up at him.

he makes dinner for you both, and once you’re done eating, you curl up on the couch under a blanket while you watch elf. you’re not entirely sure how or when it happens, but by the end of the movie, you realize that you’re cuddled up against him, arms casually draped around each other. nothing could feel better than hugging hyunjin in the glow of christmas lights. It feels safe and warm, and you never wanna leave.

and then the power goes out.

“what happened?” you sit up slightly as you look around the now dark room.

“sometimes the weight of the snow breaks a tree branch or two, so i bet a branch fell onto a power line. they usually fix it pretty fast” he says as he stands up to look out the window. you try and hide the sadness on your face when you have to release him from your arms.

“well…” hyunjin begins. “i’ll go get some candles.”

he leaves the rooms and returns shortly after with an armful of candles and extra blankets. he lights each of the candles and places them around the room before he joins you back on the couch, sitting right next to you as he places a few blankets on top of each of you to share, scooting closer once he’s done to wrap his arm around shoulder. you’re thankful that the candles don’t give off too much light, so he probably won’t notice the obvious shade of pink growing in your cheeks as you snuggle your head into him.

you both spend a few minutes brainstorming ideas of what to do now before you settle on a little game of truth or dare, which for the two of you usually means just truth or truth since you both hate doing dares. you and hyunjin tell each other everything, but over the course of game, you’re both finding out silly little things about each other from stories you’ve never heard before. you play this for about an hour before he asks the question you’ve been too afraid to hear.

“have you ever been in love?” he asks innocently.

you feel your heart drop and face grow hot. too afraid to make eye contact with him, you just stare forward for a minute, deciding whether or not to answer him honestly, but before you even know it, you’re blurting an answer out.

“yes.”

“with who?” he responds, slight shock in his voice.

you shift uncomfortably so you’re no longer touching as you scoot a few inches away from him. your heart is beating so fast you swear he could probably hear it. panic seeps into your bones before you think of a clever response.

“hey,” you say with an awkward giggle, shoving him playfully. “only one question at a time, that’s the rules.”

“ok fine,” he gives in.

“truth or dare,” you say, quickly trying to move on.

“truth,” he replies.

“have you ever been in love?” you ask, trying to get back at him.

“yes,” he responds, voice noticeably quieter than before.

you’re a little bit surprised. hyunjin hasnt dated many people, and when he has dated someone, it never lasted that long, and he didn't talk about them much, so you really didn’t think he would say yes.

“with who?” you ask out of genuine curiosity.

he shoots you a playful grin. “only one question at a time, remember?”

you both laugh as you roll your eyes. as a silence falls over the room, there's a palpable tension in the air. you feel his gaze on you, practically burning a hole right through you. you nervously fiddle with the blanket, desperate to look anywhere but at him.

“hey,” he begins softly. “what's going on? what's on your mind?”

“i…um…” you start, looking for any excuse as to why you’re acting so strange now.

suddenly the lights click on, causing you both to jump slightly. you’ve never been so thankful for power to come back on in your life, as it seems to serve as a big enough distraction for hyunjin to move past the question he just asked you about.

“i'm feeling a little tired, how about you?” he asks.

you fake a yawn. “yeah, im feeling a little sleepy.”

you aren't really tired, but if going to bed is the only way to move past this tension then you’re willing to fake it.

“i'll go get the bed ready for you, i can sleep on the couch,” he says as he starts to leave the room.

“wait!” you interject, causing him to stop and turn around to you. “i can…i can sleep on the couch. you’re letting me crash here, i really don’t mind sleeping on the couch.”

“there’s no way im letting you of all people sleep on my couch,” he says with a little chuckle as he leaves the room.

you're not entirely sure why, but that gives you butterflies in your stomach. you try to remind yourself that he’s probably just being nice.

as he returns to the living room, you move yourself so you’re sitting on one end of the couch as he settles himself at the other end. you once again find yourself fidgeting with the blanket, trying to avoid looking at him. the tension that was there earlier never really left. he stares at you fiddling. he knows you well enough to know that's a sign that something's on your mind. he’s got something on his mind, too, and he’s wondering if you’re both thinking the same thing.

“truth or dare,” he suddenly says, breaking the silence that had fallen across the room.

“truth,” you respond instinctively, still messing with the blanket in your hands.

“do you love me?” he asks frankly.

this causes you to look up at him, a mixture of confusion and shock painted across your face. “of course i love you. you’re my best friend.”

“i should rephrase my sentence,” he responds. “are you in love with me?”

your world stops. a deep red blush grows across your cheeks, making you wish that the power was still out. you just stare at him, eyes dancing across every detail of his face. he stares right back at you, silently daring you to answer. you stay like this for what feels like hours as you wrack your brain to figure out how to respond. should you be honest? should you lie? what if he feels the same way? what if he doesn't? no response feels right in your mind, but you decide to just follow your heart.

“yes,” you admit sheepishly. “yes. i'm in love with you.”

he doesn't respond. he just stares back at you. your biggest fear is becoming a reality. he doesn't feel the same, and you’ve just ruined your friendship.

“sorry,” you finally say. “i shouldn't have told you. i’ve just ruined things haven't i? I just..i just felt like i needed to be honest with you. you just…you mean the world to me, and i’ve been in love with you for so long. you’re the most amazing person i know, you’re sweet, you’re caring, you’re hot, i mean i don't know how anyone expected me not to fall in love you. but i was always afraid you didn't feel the same way, and i didn't want to lose you if i told you, and it wasn't reciprocated, so that's why i never said anything until now-”

"ask me,” he interrupts.

“w-what?” you stammer, caught off guard.

“ask me the same question,” he says.

“oh,” you realize what he means. “are you…are you in love with…me?”

“yes,” he states matter-of-factly.

you stare at him with wide eyes, trying to process what he just said.

“y-you…” you don’t even know where to begin.

“i'm in love with you too,” he reiterates. “i have been for years now. i also didn't want to say anything before because i was nervous about what that would do to our relationship if you didn't feel the same way. but i think we both felt the tension tonight, and when i saw how nervous you suddenly were, i figured it must have been because we felt the same way but didn't want to admit it to the other person. you’re literally the best person i could have ever asked for to be in my life, and you’re so devastatingly beautiful. it was just a given i would fall in love with you.”

every part of your body is on fire right now. you’re so happy that you literally don't even know how to express it. you're both frozen for a bit as you just stare at each other, the weight of your confessions really sinking in. he glances to your lips, making your stomach do flips.

“can i kiss you?” he asks.

“please,” you beg.

he immediately crawls across the couch to you and suddenly his lips crash into yours. the kiss feels desperate and hungry, like this is something he’s been needing for years. you’d always imagined what it would be like kissing his plush lips, but this is better than your wildest dreams. his tongue swipes across your bottom lip in a silent question. you part your lips slightly to allow his tongue to dance with yours.

never breaking the kiss, you shimmy down until you're laying down on the couch and he’s hovering over you. your mouths continue to move together in rhythm, like they’re made for each other. he gently massages one of your breasts through your shirt, causing you to sigh against his lips.

your head is spinning, you genuinely cannot believe this is happening right now. one second you’re snowed in with your best friend and the next thing you know, you're underneath him on his couch.

he starts placing soft kisses along your jawline and down your neck.

“can i take your clothes off?” he whispers in between kisses. “i wanna taste you so bad, been dreaming about it forever.”

goosebumps form as his words skate across your skin. a white hot shot of arousal goes right to your core.

“yes,” you moan out, feeling yourself growing wetter by the second.

his nimbles hands make quick work of your tshirt, bra, and leggings, leaving you in only your panties.

“god, you’re so beautiful,” he sighs out as he looks at you, a faint blush growing on your cheeks.

he crawls down your body, places kisses along your stomach on the way down. he gives a small peck just above the waistband of your panties before he hooks his fingers in the waistband and slides them down your legs. the cold air coming in contact with your now exposed pussy causes you to gasp. he kisses the inside of your thighs before his eyes land on your pussy as it glistens in anticipation.

“so pretty,” he says as he looks up at you with hooded eyes.

you clench around nothing as you whimper. “jinnie, please…”

he continues to keep eye contact with you, his gaze dark with lust as he licks a long, clean stripe right along your cunt. you moan in pleasure as his mouth attaches to your clit, sucking lightly. your hands tangle in his hair. he releases his mouth from around your sensitive bud, making you pout at the lack of contact. before you even realize it though, his tongue dips inside you, curling ever so slightly.

“oh fuck,” you mewl. “feels so good, jinnie.”

he moans against you, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. using the fingers you have tangled in his dark locks, you pull him closer to you, desperate for more. you slowly roll your hips against his face as he practically makes out with your pussy. you clench around his tongue. if he continues like this, you’re gonna cum in no time, but you’re not ready to yet. you tug on his hair to pull him away from you.

“what’s wrong?” he looks up at you. “are you ok?”

you can't help but smile at his concern. “i'm fine. i was just close to cumming, but i dont wanna cum yet. want you to be inside me when i do.”

the worry on his face quickly fades back to seduction. he crawls his way back up to you. his plump, swollen lips are wet with your juices, which he licks off his lips. he places a soft kiss on your cheek.

“i wanna see you,” you say, tugging on the hem of his shirt. he stands up from the couch and quickly takes off his clothes, leaving him in only his boxers. your eyes dance across his figure, admiring every muscle and miniscule detail. “Wow.”

he sits back down on the couch, and you readjust so you’re sitting on his lap straddling him. your lips quickly find their way against his as you reach down and palm him through his underwear. he sighs at the feeling, and you moan when you feel how hard he is. you can already tell he’s bigger than you imagined, and the ache in your core grows stronger as you imagine him inside you. continuing to rub him, you place kisses along his neck and collarbone.

you move your hand off his cock, eliciting a small whimper from him. you use a finger to pull and snap the waistband of his underwear against him. “may i?”

“of course,” he smirks. he lifts his hips slightly to allow you to shimmy his boxers down his legs. you quickly go back to straddling him, making sure you’re far enough back for your hand to wrap around his dick.

using the precum leaking from his tip as lubrication, you slowly start to pump him, causing him to throw his back with a moan.

“just like that, baby,” he sighs out.

you smile at the new nickname. “i like when you call me that.”

he looks at you with a smirk. “you like it when i call you baby?”

“mhm,” you hum, biting your lip as you continue to rub up and down his shaft.

before he can respond, you let go of him to gently flick the sensitive spot just below the tip, making hyunjin groan in pleasure. almost as quickly as you stopped, you return to pumping him up and down, feeling him twitch in your touch. he looks breathtaking, and you can't help how you start to grind against his lap, growing more and more needy by the second.

“jinnie,” you whimper. “wanna feel you.”

he places his hands on your hips and helps you upwards to hover over him. you cease your movements on his cock, instead grabbing the base to align him with your pussy. with his help, you slowly sink onto him, moaning at the feeling of him stretching you out. once you’re sitting on him fully, you both take a second to get adjusted to the feeling.

“you ready?” he asks, his hands still on your hips for support.

“ready,” you respond, placing your hands on his shoulders.

you slowly start to move up and down, relishing in the pleasant sting of his cock spreading your walls each time you sink down.

“shit,” you moan, head falling into the crook of his neck. “feels better than i imagined.”

“you imagined us fucking?” he asks sinfully.

“yeah,” you shamefully admit.

“so did i,” he responds between moans. “feels so much better than i thought.”

you clench around him at his words. you continue to bounce up and down, his hands helping guide you. soon after, he starts to buck his hips up in rhythm with your movements, making the sensation even more intense. you’re already starting to see stars, but he then snakes a hand in between your bodies to rub quick circles on your clit with his thumb.

“oh god, jinnie,” you mewl, face still buried in his neck. you feel your orgasm approaching at a rapid rate. “gonna cum.”

“you feel so good, baby. so tight. cum for me, baby,” he whispers into your ear between breathy grunts.

hearing that nickname accompanied with his dirty words are all it takes for your high to come washing over you. throwing your head back in pleasure, you moan out his name as your legs threaten to give out underneath you. your walls flutter around him as you continue to slowly move up and down, chasing the last little remnants of pleasure left in your body.

“i love you,” you pant out.

"i love you too,” he responds.

seeing you come undone on top of him has hyunjin approaching his high soon too. he inadvertently starts to thrust up into you, making you cry out in pleasure from the overstimulation. he gently lifts you off of his cock so you're sitting on his lap. he takes his dick in his hand and uses your cum to quickly tug on his cock. the only things slipping past his lips are soft grunts and moans of your name as he spills himself onto your abdomen. he gathers his bearings before looking at you. he notices you glance down to your body as you run a finger through the cum that's painted across you.

“sorry,” he says between breaths. “i knew i wasn't gonna last long, but we hadn't really discussed where i should cum, so i didn't want to do it inside without your permission. thought that might be the better option.”

you lick the little bit of cum on your finger off with a clean swipe of your tongue, making him gulp. you place a tender kiss on his cheek. “you're so sweet. thank you.”

“let me go get something to get us cleaned up,” he says.

you lift yourself off him to sit on the couch. he leaves and returns with a towel, using it to wipe you off. he throws the towel to the side before laying on the couch to spoon you, tossing a blanket over the both of you. he traces small designs on your stomach before placing a kiss on your temple.

“so i take it we’re both sleeping in the bed tonight then?” he asks.

you both laugh. you turn to look at him.

"i really do love you,” you say. “i mean it.”

“and i really love you too,” he replies with a smile. “i mean it.”

you kiss him softly. you never thought you’d ever say this, but you couldn't be more thankful for a snow day.