#all of your guys compliments leaves my heart fuzzy

[koifsssh]

Hi there! I was wondering if you would ever post a video or tutorial about how you draw? Just wondering because I would love to see it! I really like your art style, and aspire to draw like you some day! Have a great day/night! :D

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oh my goodness! you flatter me! (imagine me putting both hands on my face and bashfully going "Oh youuu...") (thank you wawawawa)

I had to download obs to fulfil this request! I had it on my old computer but i suppose i never found a use for it until now! (outside of messing with crk avatars...) (this ask took me a while! As my first drawing i lost the footage! silly me! but i was able to do it again!)

admittedly, im not sure how to explain my process, all of my art are just glorified sketches, line art for me is difficult because i always have a bad case of "oh, the sketch looks way better... bwah." so i hope this gives you a little glimpse of what it looks like!

( cw - scopophobia!)

i was actually very upset when i lost the first footage... mainly because i had spent 3 hours on it... and i really liked how it turned out! bwah! but it's alright! i'll still give it to you!

and wally as well of course!

i hope you have a great day/night as well!!! bwah!!!

[wonryllis]

☆ ᵎᵎ ENHYPEN COMING HOME TO FIND YOU ASLEEP.

╰ 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇.

𝒏o𝓉ℯs. enhypen in whipped era 𖥔 ݁ fluff, soft soft softtt LIB? fem!reader word count `719 PLS REBLOG!!

𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 he knows you stay up late waiting for him, this time he finds your figure laid against the soft cushion in a weirdly adorable position. heeseung quietly tiptoes to have a closer look, taking his time to admire your sleeping face. oh he so wishes to keep coming home to you like this. he'd sit beside you and tell you things he could never have said to your face, his deepest thoughts. apologizing for things he could've done better and thanking you for being with him and loving him.

i think i will love you forever, i want to.

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗷𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴 he is so used to it, at least he thinks he's so used to it but everytime he comes home to find you passed out on the couch, or on the carpet slightly lolling to the side the book in your hands almost falling off, he feels the same butterflies he did when it first happened. if you aren't in your pajamas already, best believe he'll change you himself, not wanting to disturb your sleep and put you to bed like magic fairy. he'll join you in later, and if you accidentally stir awake he'll put you back to sleep.

shh, go back to sleep love, i'm right here.

𝘀𝗶𝗺 𝗷𝗮𝗲𝘆𝘂𝗻 this guy has a field trip range of emotions upon seeing you asleep after a long day of work. he feels this fuzzy and warm feeling watching the one he loves sleep so peacefully, and on the other hand he's so excited to just join you. if you're on the couch he'll squeeze himself in whatever space he finds and cuddle you into the morning and if you're on the bed, he'll leech onto you leaving more than half the mattress empty while he snuggles into his baby on your side of the bed.

mmm, love having you in my arms like this

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻 outwardly he's so nonchalant at first, just coming up to your passed out figure and picking you up to get you to the bed, a smile on the tip of his lips. however the moment you nuzzle into him in a soft whine, he's so putty feeling his heart skip beats, his breath staggering like boy is damn smitten. placing you on the bed he'll quietly pull the covers on, a sneaky kiss on the lips and then leave the room to calm himself down, maybe even scream silently a little with the way you get him nervous over nothing.

fuck, she's so damn adorable i'll melt.

𝗸𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗻𝘄𝗼𝗼 he'll text you to ask if you're awake and if you don't respond he knows you're out. he'd definitely softly speak about his day even though you're not listening. complimenting you as he always does of how pretty you manage to look all the time. will sing you a bunch of songs if you wake up, holding you close and tracing over your features, smiling so wide all the tiredness of the day washes away. also makes sure to wake up before you to again admire your sleeping face.

you're the best thing that's ever happened to me.

𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗻 asleep or not, jungwon is always careful when he walks through the door, softly opening and closing it. tiptoeing inside as quietly as he possibly can, and when he spots you asleep on the couch he'll put everything down to bring you to bed. carrying you like the most precious thing, laying you on the mattress and immediately leaning over to leave kisses all over. if you stir awake he's getting in and cuddling you back to sleep, hands caressing your head gently.

it's just me baby, you looked so cute couldn't help it.

𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗮 𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗶 will absolutely not switch on anything or make any sound and obviously will carry you to bed if you're passed out somewhere else. he'll kinda avoid looking at your face, until he cannot help it and god help him because once he does he'll be glued, eyes staring non stop. he can't believe someone so beautiful loves him, and all these complicated emotions come at once. he's overwhelmed and so whipped, he'd play around with your hair deep in these thoughts until sleep comes to him too.

how did i manage to have someone like you?

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[lovebugism]

What about Eddie with shy!reader who still gets shy & flustered when he compliments/praises her even after being together for months now 🥺

hi love! this is such a sweet lil scenario! thanks sm for your request!! — the one where eddie is super good at making you feel pretty (but only because you make it so easy)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

“Does this look okay?” you ask for the hundredth time. Maybe millionth.

Eddie doesn’t shrug you off, though. He never does — not even when you’ve repeated the same question to him a thousand times.

The boy eyes your outfit like he’s really analyzing it, just like you wanted him to. In its fourth iteration, it looks only slightly different than the one before it, but he’ll take any opportunity to look at you that comes his way.

Most of the time, you can’t stand it when he stares at you for too long. Now he can do it all he wants because you’re asking him to. He feels a little like the luckiest guy on the planet.

“The skirt’s really pretty,” Eddie affirms with a nod. He’d argue that you’ve looked pretty in everything you’ve shown him, but he knows that’s not the answer you’re looking for. “I think I like it better than the jeans, actually.”

Even though you could wear almost anything and drive him insane, nothing beats seeing you in skirts. Something about your legs has always worked him wild — maybe because you keep them covered so often. 

It isn’t every day he gets to see you in these shorter bottoms. Those are only reserved for real special occasions. And, for some strange reason, you’ve decided that’s what Steve’s party is.

You look over your shoulder at the boy sprawled out on the edge of your bed. His wild hair and all black get-up looks much more jarring than usual against your baby pink comforter.

He’s dreadfully out of place in your girlish bedroom. You never want him to leave.

“You think so?” you wonder aloud, toying nervously with the hem of your white skater skirt. It’s not super short, stopping just below mid-thigh, but you’re nervous that it might be anyway.

Eddie scoffs like the answer’s obvious. “Totally. You look killer, babe. I’m gonna have to walk behind you all night to keep everyone from staring at you.”

Your nose scrunches at the crude compliment. Sometimes you wonder if Eddie thinks you’re prettier than you really are — like one of those funky carnival mirrors, but with the opposite effect. 

He’s under some sort of spell, you figure. He must be. 

You don’t deserve to be loved on as much as he loves on you.

“I’m being serious, Eds,” you argue halfheartedly as you turn back to the mirror. You tug at the bottom of your snug crop top when a sliver of your stomach starts to show.

The bed squeaks under his weight when he rises from his lounged position. He laughs and it sounds like sunshine. “I am being serious. You look amazing.”

“You always think I look amazing,” you murmur, flashing him a weak glare from beneath your lashes through the mirror. You’re not as annoyed as you seem. Embarrassed and a little undeserving, sure — but not annoyed.

“How’s that my fault?” Eddie scoffs with a chuckle. His chunky sneakers thud, thud, thud against your carpeted floor as he walks over to you. “If you didn’t look so pretty all the time, I wouldn’t have to compliment you, so… Checkmate.”

“Stop it…” you protest, mousy and only half-joking.

Eddie’s almost certain that none of his words ever get through to you. Every time he tells you something nice, you think he’s joking. He doesn’t know if it’s because he’s never been serious about anything in his life — other than you, of course — or if you don’t think you’re worthy of praise.

Maybe it’s a healthy mixture of both. 

It breaks his heart all the same.

Your back meets his chest when he stands behind you. His deep, musky cologne engulfs you like a fuzzy blanket. His ringed fingers are warm as they splay along your hips.

Even when he’s barely touching you, he makes you feel so held. 

“I mean it,” Eddie assures. His voice is soft, quiet, and serious — a stern sort of coo. His button-eyed gaze pierces your own as he stares at you in the mirror. He squeezes softly at your sides. “You look really pretty, babe. I think you should go with this one.”

Grateful that the attention is less on you and more on your outfit, you get less sheepish. “You don’t think it’s too much for a party?”

“No,” he answers with a curt shake of his wild head. “’S perfect. Honestly.”

You huff and lean back against him — not relaxed, exactly, just wanting to feel more of him. Eddie’s chin rests on your shoulder as your arms cross over your stomach. You look almost like you’re hugging yourself.

“Do you think they’ll like me?” you wonder, so quietly it sounds like a bunch of mumbles.

Eddie’s practically developed super-hearing after being with you for so long. 

He scoffs in response. “They’re gonna love you,” he promises, brows raised beneath his frizzy bangs. A pink smile tugs at his mouth. “Like, seriously. They’re gonna be obsessed with you. Henderson, especially. Him and Robin are gonna talk your ear off the whole night.”

You’re smiling before you realize it.

You love that he can imagine you so perfectly meshing with all the people he cares about. Your heart swells at the thought. You love fitting into his world.

“Really?”

“Really,” he nods with a scrunched nose. “And then I’m gonna have to share you with them and… You know what? Maybe this is a terrible idea.”

You exhale sharply through your nose in place of a laugh. You purse your lips to the side when you feel like you’re smiling too big. It takes over your whole mouth anyway.

Eddie watches your gaze duck towards the floor where his dirty sneakers stand alongside your shiny Mary Janes. He smiles at you like he’s just heard his favorite song on the radio — like he’s watching happiness incarnate and holding her in his hands.

“There it is,” he singsongs quietly. “I’ve been waiting to see you smile all night.”

Your face heats like a stove eye. You think you might actually burn him if he touched your cheeks just now.

“Stop,” you whine as if he’s hurt you in some way. You writhe in his arms to escape his grip, but he only holds you tighter.

“Sorry, babe,” Eddie apologizes, mostly insincere. He tucks his face into your shoulder and mumbles his words there. “You can’t escape me.”

He sprinkles tiny kisses on your neck. You raise your shoulders, not because you want him to stop, but because the softness of his touch tickles you there. You’d rather feel his lips against your own, anyway.

“You’re such a sap,” you tease as your head turns to peer up at him. The words leave your mouth so softly you might as well be telling him ‘I love you.’ In some ways, you are.

“I mean it, though,” he confesses. He seals his promise with a barely-there peck to the tip of your nose. His lips just barely brush your skin before he’s pulling away again. “You look pretty. Beautiful, even.”

You trap your smile between your teeth as you twist in his hold. Your arms stay pressed between your bodies while his arms embrace you wholly. “Beautiful, huh?” you echo with a sarcastic lilt.

“Uh-huh. Beautiful with a capital B.”

Despite how desperately you want to look away from his intent gaze — so full of love that they’re twinkling with it — you force yourself to keep his stare. “Well, I think you’re Beautiful with a capital B, too, Eds…”

Eddie beams at you, taking your compliment in stride. You wish you could do that, too.

“Thank you, baby,” he hums before smacking a kiss to your waiting mouth. He tastes like nicotine and spearmint and strawberry chapstick.

It’s over far quicker than you’d like it to be. He doesn’t seem as grieved by it as you do.

“Alright, babe. Let’s go,” he announces with a boyish grin when he parts from you. You smile as he heads out of your bedroom, picking up the purse on your desk as he goes. He knew you’d forget it otherwise. 

His voice comes muffled from the hallway, “Your chariot awaits!” 

[fairlyang]

Valentine 🕷️

valentine by laufey but it's a little love story from your pov

w/c: 1K

pairing: miguel o’hara x f!reader

tags: fluff fluff fluff

notes: this story gave me BUTTERFLIES IT WAS SO FUCKING CUTE- I wrote these after writing the beginning of my black cats and when I was going thru the shittest thing imaginable 😀

part two

I've rejected affection for years and years

Now I have it, and damn it, it's kind of weird

You'd never paid any attention to any of the men who gave you a second of their time. You'd remained single in your teens, and twenty up until you met him. Miguel O'Hara.

He changed it all, with all the romantic gestures and sweet words he'd tell you as soon as you met at your new job. He even continued it all after you gave him a smidge of a chance but not before having him chase you a bit, which he didn't mind.

He tells me I'm pretty

Don't know how to respond

You were new to this, you'd get complimented occasionally by strangers, but when he would compliment you it made you feel nervous. And it showed.

"You're so pretty." He said quietly while staring at you lovingly, sitting in your office. You felt your cheeks grow warm and you tried to focus on the paperwork you were working on. Your fingers were slightly twitching making your letters come off a little ugly.

I tell him that he's pretty too

Can I say that? Don't have a clue

You swallowed your nerves and looked up at him, "you're pretty too." You tell him then mentally slap yourself. Stupid. Do you even say stuff like that back?

He laughs and gives you a warm smile, his pearly whites coming straight to view. You felt a fuzzy feeling in your stomach and looked back down embarrassed, hearing him chuckle.

With every passing moment, I surprise myself

I'm scared of flies, I'm scared of guys

Someone, please, help

You were slowly giving in, which completely took you off by surprise. It scared you. Just the thought of letting yourself like him was scary. But he was so patient. And the romantic gestures didn't stop.

He'd leave you a cup of coffee with written notes every morning, complimenting you, telling you every detail he liked about you, how he was slowly feeling himself fall for you....

You started complimenting him back, always very nervously but he appreciated the thought and was happy you were getting comfortable with him.

'Cause I think I've fallen in love this time

I blinked and suddenly, I had a Valentine

After two months of chasing and then a handful of dates after the first month, he had asked you to be his girlfriend, specifically on Valentine's Day.

Time had gone by fast and it felt just like yesterday when you had first rejected him, and it never stopped nor discouraged him from pursuing you.

You looked at him as you walked past his office, feeling butterflies in your stomach, and felt as if your heart was full. Full of love.

What if he's the last one I kiss?

What if he's the only one I'll ever miss?

Your mind began to wonder of your future or more specifically your future with Miguel. You had never felt so happy, so attached to someone like this before.

You were wondering if he'd be your only boyfriend, your forever. The only person you'd have these feelings for.

Maybe I should run, I'm only 21

I don't even know who I want to become

You soon felt all the feels possible, there was no going back. Or was there?

You were still so young, only 21 and you were still unsure what your future held. What your future career would be, if Miguel would be with you through it all.

I've lost all control of my heartbeat now

Got caught in a romance with him somehow

Your heartbeat raced every time you were near him, heard his voice, felt his touch, or even got a text from him. You really didn't think this was going to happen.

I still feel a shock through every bone

When I hear an "I love you"

'Cause now I've got someone to lose

He was the first to say the special three words, two months after Valentine's Day. He set up a candlelight dinner in his apartment and after eating he grabbed your hands and looked up at you with his pretty sparkling eyes and said, "I love you."

It's been four months since then, now being August, and every time he'd say it your heart would just melt and you'd still be blushing like the first time. Those three words continued to send shivers down your spine and instantly bring a wide smile to your face.

You can't imagine life without him. You've grown so use to him taking you out on dates, spoiling you, giving you kisses, complimenting you, he was the perfect boyfriend.

The first one to ever like me back

You were laying on his chest when you thought of how many men you've liked in the past, but none of them have every liked you back. This case was different considering he had the patience to get you to open up and for you to like him back.

I'm seconds away from a heart attack

How the hell did I fall in love this time?

And honestly, I can't believe I get to call you mine

He was hugging you tightly making you felt like your heart was going to explode of joy. You felt so lucky and happy that you were able to open your heart up to him and that he let you love him like you let him. You hugged him back tightly, nuzzling your head against the crook of his neck, just enjoying his presence and feeling so appreciative to have him in your life.

I blinked and suddenly I had a Valentine

You woke up in his arms letting out a yawn as he stretched then planting a kiss on your forehead. He pulled away and gave you a tired smile before giving you a small peck. "Happy anniversary, my forever valentine." He whispers making you grin and kiss him softly.

"Happy one year my love." You whisper and gently kiss him, melting into his arms.

[timetoletmyimaginationfly]

The Last Call

Nanami Kento x You

I give the biggest credit to @namikyento for this idea! Thank you so much for it! I hope you guys enjoy it!

I’ll post more of Our Love Story after this weekend!

(Song Inspiration: we can’t be friends (wait for your love) by Ariana Grande)

You stared blankly at the blank word document on your laptop. The ringtone from your cell phone pulling you out of your daze. You looked at the caller I.D. with a racing heart. All of the hope you had was suddenly gone when it wasn’t who you wanted it to be.

“Emi. Are you okay?” you asked, tone with disappointment but also worry that she called.

“Let’s go out,” she said. “You need a night out.”

“I’m fine.”

“You haven’t been fine for the past four months. I think you got worst,” Emi pointed out.

You were quiet. You felt everything disappear from your grasp. And you hated yourself for letting that feeling consume you more and more.

“You helped me out from my last relationship,” Emi pointed out. “I can’t let it consume you, too. He’s a jerk for leaving you like that. He’s a jerk for that to occur. He hurt you. Show him that you can be happy without him.”

“I—“ For the first time in a while, you let your tears fall. You tried to muffle your sobs, however, Emi heard.

“You’re my sister from another mister,” she said. “If not tonight, then I’m going to come over with both of our favorite snacks and we will watch Legally Blonde, 500 Days of Summer, and maybe John Tucker Must Die.” You let out a breathy chuckle and nodded.

“Okay,” you said as you wiped your tears away. “I’ll get the living room ready.”

The two of you huddled closely together on the couch. A large, fuzzy blanket wrapped around you two as she quickly ate a bag of chips and you slowly ate your popcorn.

“These two, I still wish they ended up together,” Emi said. You nodded, your expression very melancholy.

“But he’ll find someone for him,” you said. All you could think of was him. The love you two shared that slowly disappeared and is forever gone. “We broke up once but he called me and we tried to make it work.” Emi looked at you. You haven’t spoken about the break ups. You indulge in work and an attempt to write a new book. But all of your inspiration was gone.

“And now?”

“I thought it was going to work,” you said, your voice breaking from the tears. “But…but…” You shook your head. You brought your knees towards your chest and buried your face on your knees. “Maybe I did something wrong. It had to be me.”

“No, no, and no! It was never your fault in the first place!” Emi exclaimed. “The asshole hurt you! Because I thought everything was going well! Until I started to barely see him too!”

“Then why?”

“I don’t know. You know him better than anyone. At least, that’s what he always says. So, prove that fucker wrong!”

“Okay,” you said with slight defeat. “I’ll prove him wrong.”

It didn’t happen overnight. But week by week, you would step outside and go about your daily routine. You slowly went back to your morning or afternoon walks. You stopped by your favorite bakery again, a smile becoming bright like it was before.

Today, you and Emi went shopping after you attempted to write something in the morning. You were happy to even start with brainstorming ideas. You made yourself give yourself a “me day”. And Emi never felt so proud before.

“I need new facial products,” you said. “And hair products. I need to take better care of my appearance.”

“Honey, you are gorgeous just the way you are. Your hair, beautiful. Skin, like a baby’s bottom.” You laughed and playfully hit her arm. You blushed from the compliment. It has been a while since you even received such compliments. “Everything okay though?”

“Better than before,” you said truthfully as you looked at her. “Thank you, Emi.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You helped push me,” you said. “And I needed it.”

“Good, good. Shall we do something?”

“After we shop, let’s get some alcohol and drink. It’s been a while.” Excitedly, Emi wrapped her arm around your shoulders. Again, you let out a laugh.

“Finally! My drinking buddy is back!”

The drinking didn’t last too long when you found Emi passed out on the couch by 6PM. In a drunken state, you threw the gray blanket on top of her. You poured another shot for yourself and drank some more.

And more and more, you kept drinking and drinking. You went to your room that lead to a balcony and sat down. A bottle of tequila with an empty shot glass sitting in the glass table. The cold air helping you cool down from the heat radiating within you. You scrolled through your phone. Pictures you didn’t bother to delete angered you. The happiness all gone. And it was a mistake going back down memory lane that you couldn’t stop cursing at yourself mentally. So you poured another drink for yourself to quickly down.

“Fucking jerk…” you mumbled. “I’ll give him a piece of his own damn mind…”

You went through your contacts. You forgot that you deleted his number. You felt your heart break. Much more than it had before. But why? Why would it hurt so much now? You dialed the number you only knew by heart. Your heart was racing as it rang and rang.

“Is everything okay?” That voice. The same, deep voice that brings you weak in the knees. The same voice that brings goosebumps all over your body. And the same voice that made you forget how to breathe and made your chest heavy as hell. “Y/N.”

“You’re a jerk, you know that?” you questioned, words slurred. The alcohol really hitting you to its core.

“You’re drunk.”

“Obviously, Captain Obvious.”

“You shouldn’t call me, sweet—Y/N.”

“Nanami Kento, you jerk! How dare you do this to me.” Your tears slipped, and sobs escaped your lips.

Nanami was in bed, tan slacks still on with his blue button up, the first few buttons undone with his sleeves rolled up. He couldn’t even remember the last time he felt at peace. All he could see with closed eyes were your tears. Your tear-stricken face filled with so much hurt and pain. The sounds of your heartbroken cries before he left your apartment was engrained in his mind. And all he could feel was his own heart breaking every single day.

Every night, he goes home and pours himself a glass of whiskey. Maybe even drink two or three more to help him fall asleep, even if it’s for an hour. Tonight was the first night that he chose to not drink anything. Gojo and Shoko both encouraging him to change his bad habits. And of course, of all nights, you called.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw your name on his phone. And even though it wasn’t a greeting he usually heard from you, hearing your voice again brought him great relief. A voice he missed hearing everyday. Your voice that always makes his heart skip a beat and bring butterflies to his stomach. It made him feel something, even for a moment. But he knew, he just couldn’t lure you back in again.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. He imagined you out in the balcony, your knees hugged against your chest. And it was exactly what you were doing.

“It’s not fair,” you said. “I miss you so much. I still fucking love you and I don’t think I could love anyone else like I love you.” Nanami was silent. He swallowed the large lump in his throat, tears forming in his eyes.

“It isn’t fair…”

“We were so happy, Kento. I never understood why we broke up the first time, but you came back. And I was so happy. You were so happy. We did what we always did. We both worked, ask about our days, and we enjoy every moment we have together. I don’t know what I did wrong. If I did, I’m sorry. I thought I was doing everything right. Did I annoy you? Was I clingy? Was I overbearing?” Nanami took a deep breath, his tears falling. His heart broke more. He knew there was no way that you were in the wrong.

“No. Not at all.”

“But you! One day we spent all day together, you had a freak out moment, we came home, and made love! And the next day, you were distant! You were rarely home. You always went to bed early. You haven’t…I couldn’t…Kento, I needed you so much and you weren’t there for me. And then you break up with me.” You heard him inhale, obvious that he has been crying as well. “I don’t understand why you’re crying.” Nanami couldn’t help but just chuckle.

“You know me so well, sweetheart. Better than anyone else,” he said. His name for you. You always loved it. But tonight, you hated it.

“A-And you know what? I think I’m a great catch! Any guy would wish to have me!” Nanami held in his breath. Because he knew that was true. He glared at every guy that eyed your way flirtatiously. He always pulled you closer to him when the two of you were out, showing everyone that you were taken and his. Nanami got to be the lucky one. He had you. “And I hope you regret letting me go. Sometimes, I even hope you wouldn’t find happiness like you did with me.”

He knows that he wouldn’t.

“But I still love you,” you confessed. Everything you wanted to say to make him feel bad, you couldn’t help but pour some of your love in your rant.

And he still does, too. He sniffled. You heard him, and you cried a little harder.

“I hurt the love of my life. And I hope you find the happiness you truly deserve,” Nanami said.

His heart broke. Because he planned to have a future with you. He planned to love you to the fullest. He planned to be the one to support you. He planned to be the one to give you everything you could ever ask for. But now, all he could do was listen to you cry and keep breaking your heart.

“Goodbye, Kento.”

“Goodbye, my love.”

Immediately, you hung up. You put your phone on the table and hugged yourself tighter as you let your tears spill. You said what you have to say and it was all you could do. Your closure that didn’t feel like a closure. And all you want to do was call him to hear his voice again. To hear him tell you how much he loves you and how he’ll always be there for you. A part of you hoped that he would call you back.

Nanami lied there, tears spilling out of his eyes. His hand rested on his chest with his phone in hand. It was only past 7. A man already in bed the moment he arrived home. Everything you said to him repeated in his mind. Memories of you and him playing over and over. But it stopped when his phone rang again. He had hope. Was it you that called him?

But it all went away when he got a phone call from Ijichi. He wiped his tears away and cleared his throat before he answered.

“Ijichi-san.”

“We need you in Shibuya. It’s urgent.”

“I’ll be there.”

He sat up in bed, looking at his phone. A picture he saved of you that he never had the heart to delete. His favorite picture. A picture where you were busy typing your recent famous book. The smile on your face as you typed. Your smile so bright it added so much light to his dark and brooding life. His only regret was leaving you like this. Heartbroken and in tears. And he’ll regret it, even after death.

[visceravalentines]

Murph Connors NSFW Alphabet Headcanons

there are exactly 4 Murph gifs so you get these guys instead. it's symbolic <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Murph is the biggest snuggle bug. Just wants to hold you and be held. Showers you with little kisses and caresses and nestles your head under his chin. The man's heart is attached to his dick and he's a little bit in love with you right now.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Real proud of his physique. He is a gym bro and he works hard for those gains. He's all about his upper body and abs, all those important surfing muscles. Tell him he's strong, compliment his gains, he'll light up and flex for you. He doesn't even mean to do it, it just happens on reflex.

When it comes to his partner, he likes the soft things. Thighs, breasts, tummy, ass. Whether you're thick or thin he likes the parts of you he can really get his hands on.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Thinks swallowing is the hottest thing on the planet. If you let him cum in your mouth he'll buy you flowers. Also, btw, this man is bisexual as hell and when he's giving head you bet he swallows. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Super into pet play. Never ever will bring this up unless asked point-blank. If you put a collar on this man and tell him he's a good dog whoops he came already.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's got a fair amount of experience under his belt but not as much as you'd think. He is very good at making sure his partner is taken care of and has a few tricks up his (very tight) sleeves to rile you up.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

All of them. Are you having sex with him? Awesome. You wanna take him for a ride? Climb right on up. You want him to fold you like a paper airplane? He would love to do that for you. You want to fold him like a paper airplane?  Say less, baby.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s not goofy on purpose, he’s just kind of a goofball by nature.  He’s being very sincere actually.  When he says “this is the best moment of my fucking life” while you’re sucking him off, he means it 100%.  

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Fuzzy boy. Full fucking bush bby. California blonde from his head to his toes. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Murph is, shall we say, a very clumsy romantic. He's not so much sweeping you off your feet as he is throwing you over his shoulder. He says the sweetest things but they're not exactly poetry, e.g. “you feel fucking incredible, you're a fucking dream, fuck,” etc. If you've been together for a minute he'll hug you tight and tell you he really likes you because it's true and he does. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Absolutely thinks about you while he's jerking off. Uses your nudes for inspiration. Probably texts you about it before, during, and after. He really prefers getting off with a partner, but sometimes u just gotta get that nut.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Oh my god edge this man. Be so mean to him, deny him all day, just don't ruin his orgasm or he'll never forgive you. Do literally anything to his nipples and he's a puddle with an erection. Loves to be bitten and sucked on. Leave him little love marks he can look at later and it'll make his day every time he sees them. Praise the fuck out of him, it gives him a boner in his heart. 💕

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Tbh?? Bed. He loves bed. Bed has everything you need. Would he accept couch? Yes, couch is good too. Kitchen? Why the fuck not? Not car. He can't get comfortable in a car. Kinda shy about public places but he thinks it's so hot you want him that bad and if you pull him into the bar bathroom or a dressing room he's not going to say no.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Any amount of interest shown in him at all. If you are soft and needy, he is tripping over himself to please you. Push him up against a wall and he's immediately yours. Send him nudes and flirty texts, he will be so stoked you're thinking of him.  So stoked he can’t stand up for a minute. PDA??  Oh man.  Touch him under the table at a restaurant and he is going to be pent the fuck up until you get him home. Absolutely loves when you assert your claim on him in some way publicly, taking his hand, arm around his waist, standing beside his chair and pulling his head against your hip. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Not one for degradation, giving or receiving. Prefers pleasure to pain for the most part; your standard biting, scratching, and spanking are fair game.  Not much for group sex or threesomes.  He's pretty down to try anything once if you want, doesn't have a lot of hard limits. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Enjoys both giving and receiving for different reasons.  Uses giving as a way to warm up his partner and gets himself all hot and bothered in the process because he just really is having a good time. Gives sloppy fucking head. Enjoys receiving bc he’s a simple man and he likes having his dick sucked, duh.  

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Murph gets worked up pretty quickly but he’s hung like a horse, which means he usually has to take it slow for his partner’s sake.  He is so very good at being patient.  Plus, once he’s in the moment, he doesn’t want it to end.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

You want to have sex with him right now??  Right now?  Pants are off.  Expect him to be really clingy afterwards though, and maybe don’t leave right after or he’ll be sad.  

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He kinda sticks to his comfort zone when left to his own devices.  He’s not the one to bring a new idea to the bedroom.  But he’s extremely receptive to whatever you have in mind.  

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Clear your schedule. He's in great shape, he's down to switch it up so things don't get repetitive or chafey, and he would love nothing more than to spend the whole night with you (and the day, and the next night).

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Nothing fancy, but he has a couple cock sleeves he likes that he'd be happy to use on a partner with a penis. If you've got something you like that you want to use on him or have him use on you, he's totally down to try it out.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He'll try, but he's not great at teasing because he just wants to give you what you want. Why would he deprive you?? You're so hot. :( 

However…you can tease him until he's blue in the balls face. He'll whine and complain but he loves it. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Buy the neighbors earplugs. Murph does not hold back nor does he know how to nor does he care. Full-throated moans and whines and whimpers. Vocal sighs like all the tension in the world has been siphoned from his body. Begging, pleading, bargaining. Grunts, growls, a truly juvenile amount of the word fuck. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Looooves when he gets to cum inside you. It's not even a breeding kink thing, he just is thrilled you'd let him do that. If his partner can't or doesn't want to adjust to his size he has to make do with other avenues, which is fine, but he just really likes being inside you if you'll let him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Big man. Thiccc. He's what you'd call a seven by seven…seven inch girth, seven inch length. Circumcised. Curly curly blonde bush. Usually hangs to the left. 

As for the rest of his body, he's pretty fucking fit. Bulkier in the shoulders, arms, and chest, slim in the waist. Ass that won't quit. He's very tan bc he's always in the sun. Has a handful of tattoos including a shark on his left hip and a sun and moon on his calves.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Murph is always just a little bit horny and ready to be hornier. It's like a soothing white noise in the back of his mind. He's just bopping along until you drop him a hint and then he is ready. Sometimes he gets real needy though, and he can't focus on anything, and he'll do literally anything you want if you'll just get him off right now.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He won't fall right to sleep, but he'll get cozy and cuddly and won't want to leave the bed again. And you better believe he's up before you are, already went for a run, and is making you breakfast.

[spookyfbi]

hey! love your blog and I think your opinions are stellar and always correct so I thought I’d ask something that’s been on my mind. namely—do you think that ed and stede had to break each other’s hearts before they could be together? I keep imagining a scenario where ed goes to find stede after he didn’t show up at the dock, or stede running to find ed despite what chauncey said. of course it was interesting narrative-wise but do you think the heartbreak was necessary for the characters?

Oh wow, thank you so much for the ask and for the compliment, although I hardly think my opinions are always correct! But it makes me feel very warm and fuzzy to know there’s someone out there who values them! So much love to you Anon ❤️

Do you know what, lovely Anon? I also have spent many hours imagining a scenario where Stede goes to Ed after Chauncey and… okay so pre season 2 I wasn’t actually obsessed so I hadn’t really delved into trying to understand the characters yet and pre season 2 I certainly did imagine Ed & Stede cuddling together in their little dinghy as they made their way to China (rowing all the way there? Sure why not?). But now? I cannot get it to work. Because I do think that Stede going back home was necessary for his character, and I’m not even 100% decided on exactly what it was from that experience - I mean there are a few candidates, there’s of course realising that leaving Mary didn’t actually destroy her life and that she was totally fine without him, there’s being able to verbalise his love for Ed and receive a positive response from Mary, there’s seeing Mary create for herself the life she quite likes and being inspired to do the same, there’s realising just how much he doesn’t fit into his former life anymore (and probably never did). Or it’s probably a combination of these things. But either way, and I think I’ve said this before on another post, but we all agree that season 2 Stede is different from season 1 Stede, but the guy in the last scene of season 1 who rows out on the dinghy to find his crew? That’s season 2 Stede. His character development didn’t happen in the however many months that took place between season 1 and season 2, it happened in the few days Stede was home in season 1.

All that being said, I don’t think Ed’s heartbreak over it was strictly necessary. Like, Stede going home and having whatever revelation he had there was necessary for his character development, but I don’t think Ed’s heartbreak was necessary for his character development, and it does make me sad that they’ll always have that in their past, that they will always know that Stede hurt Ed so deeply and broke his trust like that. I don’t think that Ed really learned anything about himself through that heartbreak, at least not anything that the writers really did anything substantial with. Like, his gravy basket revelation was a revelation to the audience, but not to Ed, I don’t think? I think he already knew that he thought he was unlovable. I mean, ‘I’m not lovable’ is basically the same sentiment as ‘I’m not a good person, Stede. That’s why I don’t have any friends.’ I mean I guess saying out loud that he wanted to die was a revelation buuut… the writers didn’t exactly do anything with that? Maybe ‘dying’ in the gravy basket and then fighting to live gave him a new lease on life? Idk, he seemed to already have a new lease on life in the beach scene in season 1. Idk, I think I’m gonna stick with the heartbreak not being necessary for Ed’s character.

HOWEVER. I don’t think it was necessary, but I think it was unavoidable. I think, and I’m happy to be proven wrong here, but my mind simply cannot make it work. Because. In a nutshell, because bad communication, like by character design, which is the best kind of bad communication (and also why I can’t side with the Izzy haters because bad communication by character design also applies to Izzy, but I digress). Ok so I’ve watched a few reaction videos on YouTube for Our Flag Means Death (it gives me endorphins to watch complete strangers scream when Ed & Stede kiss, what can I say) and a significant number of these reactors keep saying that Stede should have just told Ed that he needed to go check on Mary and the whole break up would’ve been avoided if he’d just done that because Ed would’ve understood. But I just can’t agree with that because, for one thing, I don’t think Stede actually consciously had that thought. If Stede really only went home to Mary to check she and the kids were okay because he felt guilty for leaving, then he wouldn’t have been so bitchy about Mary calling herself the Widow Bonnet.

I think that Stede went back home because Chauncey convinced him that his decision to leave ruined everything - his family, Nigel, and Ed - and he thought that going back was the only way to fix it. That’s why he tried so desperately to fit in and why he was so upset at first when he couldn’t. He went back home because he thought that’s where he belonged, because that’s where his society had told him he was supposed to be all his life. He deviated from that norm and ended up defiling beautiful things (in his mind) and so he had to undo it all and go back where he belonged.

There is NO WAY he could say THAT to Ed without breaking his heart. Because Ed wouldn’t see that as Stede’s issues and insecurities.

Because Ed… has been waiting for Stede to leave him since his bathtub confession. Like, that’s not a new hot take, right? 1x06 Ed confesses his deep dark secret that he killed his dad and he’s not a good person and he doesn’t have any friends, and Stede says, hey, I’m your friend. The very next episode, 1x07, suddenly Ed is talking about leaving because he doesn’t like staying in the one place… no, bullshit, he’s leaving because he doesn’t want to give Stede the chance to leave after the bathtub confession because he can’t fully bring himself to trust Stede’s offer of friendship. But then they have their little treasure hunt adventure and Lucius tells Ed that Stede likes him and he’s so confused and surprised. And then they become co captains. But then in 1x08 Jack comes along and starts making him look bad in front of Stede, talking about the people he set on fire, getting him to do the stuff they used to do which isn’t really as fun anymore but he doesn’t wanna say that, and then Stede says he doesn’t like who Ed is around Jack and now Ed is back to waiting for Stede to leave, so eventually he leaves with Jack because “can you see me now? You were always gonna realise what I am” (I hope I’m getting the quote right, I can’t look it up because I’ve got a toddler sleeping on my lap, so I’m just going from memory, but either way that line fucking kills me). In the TWO episodes that follow the bathtub confession, Ed tries to leave Stede on TWO separate occasions because he thinks that Stede will leave him. Then in 1x09, he is finally starting to trust Stede, to trust “us”, as he says in 2x04, and that’s when Stede leaves. And to Ed it is so obvious that it’s because of his bathtub confession, that’s the only reason he can think of. This isn’t speculation, this is explicit in 2x03. Again I’m going from memory, dream Hornigold brings up Ed killing his dad, Ed says he never told anyone that, Hornigold says basically and I’m paraphrasing here “but you did *flashback to the bathtub scene* and he left you”. Ed thinks that Stede left him because of the bathtub confession about killing his dad and for only that reason, it doesn’t enter his head at all that there may have been any other factors going into it.

So if Stede had told Ed ‘I’m leaving you forever to go back to Mary because that’s where I belong’, Ed would have absolutely heard ‘I’m leaving you forever because you killed your dad’. I don’t think there’s anything that Stede could’ve followed up ‘I’m leaving you forever’ with that Ed wouldn’t have interpreted as ‘because you killed your dad’.

So yeah, I can’t make a scenario work where Stede goes to Ed after Chauncey, with the way I interpret the characters. But I think it would be a fascinating thing for someone (not me) to explore in fic. How does Stede not going back to Mary change how his and Ed’s relationship progresses?

Anyway, as for Ed breaking Stede’s heart (you talk in the ask about them breaking each other’s hearts), I’m not sure whether you’re talking about Ed leaving with Jack in 1x08, or Ed leaving to be a fisherman in 2x07, but I suspect it’s the latter? I don’t know, I mean… this one’s a lot harder to really get anything from because we don’t really get a lot of insight into what Stede is thinking like we have with Ed in the gravy basket, and Ed’s character progression in 2x08 is really unclear (I mean the last 3 episodes of season 2 are just a bit of a mess generally, I have so many more questions than answers and I’m really not confident that season 3 will address them). I mean, if you ask me what it was during the 2x08 break up that led to Ed having confidence in his relationship with Stede, I’m gonna have to go with finding Stede’s letter and realising how all in Stede really was. It’s not the break up or realising he wasn’t a fisherman… And I don’t really know what I’m supposed to take away from Ed putting the leathers back on and killing a bunch of people. Especially since he ends the show as an Innkeeper with Stede, another whim. Idk idk when I try to puzzle out the last 3 episodes I just get frustrated. Hopefully I’m wrong and season 3 will put those episodes into perspective.

Anyway, I’m sure some other fan can come along with a very well written meta which completely refutes anything I’ve said here, and if so I think that’s awesome because sharing our different perspectives is what makes fandom fun. But I enjoyed the opportunity to word vomit at you about my blorbos and I hope you got something out of it and if so then you’re welcome to come back to my ask box any time!

[tastefulyongbokie]

Inner Feelings Repeat Again

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⚠️ warnings! ; Coffee Shop AU, sob story, slight angst, Felix is sensitive with his emotions, always whipped for y/n, best friends > lovers > exes > lovers, Felix gets a smidge jealous, fluffy confessions, cuddle sessions, suggestive content

📍pairings! ; baker!Felix x barista!reader

🖋 word count! ; - (I'll add it when I can)

📖 genre! ; fluff, angst

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“ Why does this happen? I should be over this. Why does my heart beat continuously for you? I see you every where I go. Maybe its because I see you every day, but even when I'm at home. The smell of you lingers. My inner feelings repeat again... ”

-: ✧ :-゜・．.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・

The smell of coffee beans and sweets filled your nose early in the AM. It would be enjoyable if those smells didn't infect your head with memories. Not that they were bad, they just made your heart ache. The feeling of being empty had hurt you deep down. The sweet memories almost as sweet as the treats that were sold at the café. You hated working there. Your shift just started, but you wanted it to end so quickly. You dreaded being there. You felt a tear well up in your eyes. If only you kept to yourself. You knew it would happen. It would never work. It only works in books and cringey high school movies. As a tear rolled down your cheek a ring at the front came into your ear. You hurriedly wiped the tear off your face before washing your hands.

“I'll be right with you!” you called out to the person wanting their AM order. As you walked past someone with lingering eyes watched as he worked in the back on the fresh goods.

♡

Felix sighed. It hurt. He felt so stupid. He fucked up, he should have never said yes. It dawned on him that even if he rejected you, this situation could've been worse. He misses you. You two were best friends who became lovers. Caught up in your puppy love fairytale you both lost track of reality. Once it grabbed ahold of you both, you came crashing down and split apart. It has been the worst few months of Felix's life. When he would come home from work, alone. His home felt empty. Whenever you two didn't work together he was used to you being home on the couch waiting for his cuddles. Your scent still lingers in his home. He even has one of his favorite hoodies which you wore every night to bed with him. He hated that he now didn't have that. He had a job though and you did too, unfortunately in the same place. Which left him wonder, why did neither of you leave? He continued mixing the batter as he suddenly heard the laughter of an angel. One he knew. One he loved pulling from you. He stopped mixing and stared out through the crack of the doorway, just enough to see your beautiful smile he missed so dearly. He bit his lip to hold back tears as he saw how you looked at that stranger. You began writing and slid over a paper. Did you just give your number out? He truly lost now his heart hurt and his head felt fuzzy. He misses you so much. It hurts him. He misses the times you two would bake together as friends and lovers. Of course as friends you didn't have each other against the kitchen counter making out and licking the batter from each other's lips and you compliment how it tasted better that way. Now he lost all of that, he shouldn't have. It's unfair. He wants you back.

♡

As the day went on you slugged around. A boy earlier this morning asked you out. Maybe it was time to move on. Sure maybe that guy wasn't your type, but you need something to get away from this painful clench in your heart. You were cleaning the main lobby as Felix was cleaning the back. The two of you always close. What makes it more awkward is you two don't talk. The silence used to be fits of laughter, dancing and flirtung. He finished cleaning and started getting his stuff together. You were almost done yourself. You put away the cleaning supplies and locked the front door. As you did you saw how it was raining. You usually walk home which left you conflicted. Felix noticed. He knows you walk home. He cant just pretend you're a piece of shit. He placed his stuff down and turned around getting new found confidence as that boy from earlier flashed in his mind as you were dialing on your phone.

“Please don't call him... ” Felix spoke. The warmth in his voice made you so comfortable. You missed his sultry voice. So smooth along with his Aussie accent. You immediately hung up and turned around your eyes watering. Felix faltered. He moved closer.

“cmere angel... ” he opened his arms. Were you dreaming? This felt so sudden. You couldn't help but immediately hug into his arms. That's when everything spilled out. Felix felt tears run down his freckled cheeks and your sobs into his chest.

“F-Felix... ” you sobbed as he hugged you so tightly breathless sobs left his mouth and he pressed a kiss against your head.

“Why'd you ignore me?! F-For so long! You hated me!” you cried as you held him tightly.

“I could never hate you Y/N” he sobbed and cupped your cheeks pulling you away from his chest staring into your puffy reddend eyes.

“I love you Y/N! ” he said as he wiped your tears making you sob and pull him closer for a loving, long awaited kiss to which he returned.

“Lixie... ” you called that name what seemed like centuries that Felix truthfully smiled. He wiped your tears and rested his head against yours.

“yes angel?”

“can we go home? ” you sniffled making Felix tear up once more.

♡

Felix took you right to his- no your shared home. He opened the door and once you stepped in. You felt a weight be removed from your shoulders. You're no longer stressed you're at ease. The clean home where you found all your comfort was now in front of you. She turned to Felix and held his hand immediately going to the bedroom. Where Felix grabbed that hoodie and once you saw it you took it in a heart beat sliding it over your frame you cuddled your into the hoodie as Felix began to change into something more comfortable while you were busy fan girling over his hoodie.

“alright is my hoodie getting all the attention now? ” he raised a brow as he laid back on the bed in another hoodie and sweats. You climbed right on top of him. Your head snuggled in to his chest.

“so about that boy earlier at the shop? ” he asked rubbing circles on your back making you giggle. You knew he was jealous. It was cute.

“ahh Wooyoung? Don't mind him” you teased as Felix reached down and gripped your ass making you gasp.

“tell the truth baby” he said his voice dropping a few octaves. Making you melt in his arms.

“he asked me out, but no worries baby.. I'm all yours” you said placing kisses on his neck making Felix bite on his lips.

“damn right” he said before flipping you beneath him to which that night he showed you his love in several different ways. You knew you'd be having a difficult morning.

[silverdelirium]

XL | D.M

this is based on a hentai i saw LMAOO so all credit goes to that, if you wanna see the visuals, the name is XL joushi. i wasn’t gonna post this today but fuck homework 

summary: reviewing condoms with your co-worker, draco.

warnings: SMUT, supposed to be a bit of a funny picture so👍🏻

———

a small knock could be heard on your door while you were cooking breakfast. you walked towards the door and opened it, looking down excitedly at the new box that the post-man delivered today. you squealed in excitement and grabbed it, heading towards the sofa where you opened it greedily.

“wha- oh, why are there so many?” you questioned to yourself as you picked up one of the many XL condom packages. you didn’t even have a boyfriend, what were you supposed to do with this?

——

you thought about returning them, but yet again, you needed the money but oh well, you didn’t want to think about it right now, not when you were drinking in a bar with multiple co-workers surrounding you.

just as you were about to drink from your firewhisky a large pale hand grabbed it and chugged it themselves. you turned around to see draco malfoy, elegant, classy man. big ego and attitude, you didn’t like that.

“hey! that was my drink!” you exclaimed angrily and looked up at him

he ignored you and sat down beside you, placing your now empty glass on the table.

“didn’t you end up black out drunk last time, y/n?” he asked, a smirk on his face.

you just rolled your eyes at this, he then proceeded to get his chair closer to yours and grabbed the back of your head, pushing it forward and bringing your face close to his.

“you have eyebags y/l/n, have you been short of sleep?” he asked, staring into your slightly hot face and widened eyes.

“i- yes.”

“well don’t drink then, it’s bad for you. something has been troubling you lately?”

fast forward to 10 minutes and here you were, pouring your heart out to draco malfoy, complaining about your economic state, to your shit job, to everyone in a stable relationship but you.

“it’s like everyone hates me.” you sobbed out while leaning your head down on the table. draco eyed you skeptically.

“i just want to meet someone and fall in love.” you said sadly.

——

“so, let’s leave you here yeah?” said draco, holding you up by your forearms and dragging you to your room after entering your flat.

he heard you sniff a bit “you smell nice” you giggled and laid your head on his chest.

“right- hey y/n.” he said, letting you go for a second and walking towards your sofa, holding up the condom packages.

you peeled your eyes open and immediately launched yourself forward to try to stop him from inspecting forward. but he just held out his arm and stopped you, still looking at the condoms.

“oh god- draco stop please.” you said anxiously, completely sobered up now.

“XL? and what are you planning to do with all of these?” he said amused.

“it’s not what it looks like i swear!” you said, frantically reaching for his hand.

——

and after 15 minutes of dragging draco to your room with the package and explaining to him it was just part of your job to review products. he stood with his hands on his hips and staring down at your form that was sitting at the edge of the bed, package next to you.

“so, no guy behind this story then?” he asked. you nodded in response.

“well, at least it wasn’t a phony excuse.” he sighed out, looking around your room. “i like your honesty, great quality of yours hm?” he said, looking back at you. you blushed and mumbled a thank you while looking down.

“but still, they really are condoms huh?” he said, grabbing about three and inspecting them once again.

“i-i am aware. that’s why i intended to try the impossible” you replied shamefully.

“which is? because i’m an XL” he said calmly.

you snapped your head towards him and couldn’t help but trail your eyes down to his bulge. it did look big-

“draco- would you- would you help me?” you asked anxiously, he looked at you and raised an eyebrow “i-i meant taking them home and using them and then telling me what you think of them.”

“y/n this is supposed to be tested as a couple”

“right-” you got cut off by him leaning close to you. “there’s two of us here, correct?”

you were at loss of words his hands were now on the bed, on each side of your thighs.

“get me hard y/n.” he wanted you to get him hard?

he pushed you back onto the bed, climbing over you and kissing you, his tongue diving deep into your mouth, detaching himself from you and unbuttoning your shirt, revealing your tits, he massaged them in his hands, your head leaning back, back arching and bottoms lip caught between your teeth. he noticed this.

“stop holding your voice back.” he demanded, still playing with your tits and rolling the nipple in his fingers.

“i- this is wrong draco.” you said, your voice trembling. he somehow maneuvered you both and it ended up with your skirt off, on his lap, him leaning against the headboard, your shirt still unbuttoned.

“you think this is wrong baby?” he asked, his hands traveling down to your panties and rubbing your clit, while the other one stayed on your breast. you reached your hand back and grabbed a fistful of his shirt. whimpers and ragged breaths escaping your mouth. you could feel his erection on your lower back.

he inserted two fingers in you, a moan escaping you, as you started to wiggle in his lap, trying to break free.

“i think your body is betraying you. can feel how wet you are for me.” he said, his tone husky in your ear.

“oh fuck i’m gonna cum-” you admitted. he removed his fingers. of course he fucking did, he placed you on the bed and grabbed a condom.

“let’s test it, shall we?” he said, holding it up. then unbuttoned his shirt and disregarded his pants. his cock stood tall, you sat beside him and stared at it with wide eyes. was that supposed to fit in you?

“it feels a bit tight, would be better if it was more flexible, i like the length.” he said casually. you weren’t even paying attention, still mesmerized by it.

“don’t stare at it! it’s embarrassing, you know!” he exclaimed, turning his head towards you and narrowing his eyes at you. you gave him a sheepish smile in response.

“let’s hurry up and get this over with” you said, your face heating up by the second.

“wait- give your opinion too.” he stated and grabbed your hand to wrap it around him.

“it’s-it’s big and it’s hot.” you said, not thinking, and just pouring everything out.

“i meant the condom y/n!” he said, yet still removed what was left of your clothing and pushed you back on the bed, turning you on your side and bending your right leg up.

“i appreciate the compliment, nonetheless.” he said, a smirk on his face. he got behind you and pushed the halfway in, and grunted. moans and whimpers escaping your lips, he rubbed your clit and turned your head, smashing his lips to yours, tongue against tongue.

he started to push into you while you tensed your body, yet thrusting at a fairly fast pace, your tits bouncing, a complete moaning mess while he grabbed your thigh and groaned, squelching sounds could be heard around the room.

he grabbed your nipple and rolled it in his fingers once again. this sent you over the edge.

“fuck- i’m cumming, i’m cumming!” you moaned loudly, your juices releasing on the condom with a cry coming out of you. draco himself releasing onto the condom with a strangled moan.

your mind stayed fuzzy until he kissed your cheek. “i don’t think you’ll be able to hold on at this rate.” he chuckled in your ear. you sat up as he got dressed.

“you should sleep, i’m going home.” he said looking back at you.

“draco-” he cut you off by grabbing the condoms and putting them on his suitcase. “i’ll be keeping this so you don’t use them with anyone else.” he said, giving you a nod.

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kinktober fic two: worshipping.

c!dream x witch!fem!reader

cw: hurt/comfort, oral (reader receiving), body worship (reader receiving), nicknames (pup, my angel/angel boy, love), subspace, dom/sub dynamic, mommy kink, fem & witch reader.

a/n— as a apology for making this two days late ig you guys can have a 'sequel' to "you're still here" (it's not rlly a sequel but it's in the same universe)

dream looked up at you from the floor, lips wrapped around your thumb as he dipped in and out of his fuzzy headspace, had he not have dried tears and shaky breathing you could've sworn he was having the time of his life.

but you knew better, his brain had barely just got done racking for a excuse to leave your cozy cottage—even though he never wants to leave, self doubt about everything had consumed him. he was still clad in his hoodie and harness, pants lazily tossed to floor in a sensory caused meltdown

you swiped your spit-slicked thumb over his bottom lip before pulling it back, watching as he tried to chase it, whining when you pulled it back farther. he closed his eyes lazily and laid his head on your thighs, smiling at the softness of them, he allowed the sugary feeling to consume his brain.

his hand crept up your thigh, brushing the inner parts before he looked up at you. still dazed as he rubbed small circles, silently begging for permission. “go ahead love” and that was all you needed to say

his desperate hands found their way to the elastic of your shorts, tugging them down only to struggle when you didn't left your legs up. you only chuckled at him as he looked up at you, half-hearted glare spread across his face

“what? need mommy's help with everything?” you teased, slipping off your shorts only to have your legs pushed up almost instantly after. needy and clammy hands pull off your panties straight after, almost tearing them in the process as he tosses them to the side

“please?” his little plea almost unheard as you tried to wrap your brain around what just happened, but you just shifted closer to him, setting your legs on his shoulders in response

you forgot about all the crimes he's committed, or the fact that his ex-best friend is looking for him this very moment. his head bowed down in between your thighs, watching your expression with hazed eyes.

this was your angel, your angel boy couldn't do anything to change how you feel about him. you ran your fingers through his dirty blonde hair, muscles relaxing under his touch as his hands kept messaging and grabbing at any skin he could

his tongue pulling moans and noises you didn't know you could let out as he worked on you, moaning praises and compliments about anything and everything you do

potion orders needing to be completed blanked from your mind as you allowed your eager pup to please you, one of his hands tugged against yours—deeply threaded into his hair, he grabbed it. lacing his hand in yours as he pulled the first orgasm of tonight from you

he stayed between your legs for a couple minutes, allowing you to play with his hair while you catched your breath, your nails lightly scratching at his scalp. he leaned into the touch with a dopey smile, you just smiled right back at him, adoration making the room stuffy as dream basked in everlasting comfort.

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unconscious confession | jhs

⤑  series: heartbreaker

⤑ pairing: stoner!hoseok x cheerleader!reader

⤑ genre: fluff !! 

⤑ rating: pg13

⤑ word count: 3.4 // unedited

⤑ warnings: use of recreational drugs..!!

⤑ A/N: hiiii! thanks to everyone who has been reading along so far and giving me feedback with each and every update !! i really appreciate it honestly it’s a really big motivator for me. sooo i hope you like this part as well, don’t forget to let me know what you think . and also it’s this hoseok walking around lmao .

OCTOBER 3RD, 2020 | 19:26

Hoseok showed up to the game while the players were still practicing and you and the rest of the squad were in the middle of stretches. He looks effortlessly handsome from the quick glimpse you get before he's slumping down onto the metal. Focus on tucking each crumble of weed into the paper, but he'd occasionally steal glances at you on the field.

And your eyes meet each and every time. He played into the casual feel he wanted to set for tonight, an oversized pale yellow shirt underneath his light denim jacket. The pants he wears matches the jean of his jacket but are covered in rips, hair being held back by a headband. You've never noticed it before, but staring at him from the field when you really should be stretching had you realizing how well he carried himself. All of the time.

Thankfully, you're able to keep focus while you're actually cheering. Ignoring the fuzzy feeling that rises in your chest at the sight of him cheering for you (it's not for the players on the field who are losing, badly). He even waves cutely at you as you're being thrown in the air and you consider ruining your form to wave back. But decide against it, Jimin would throw a fit.

His attention is on you from kickoff through overtime, taking the steps two at a time as the players line up to congratulate the winning team. “Ooh. Here comes your biggest fan,” Jimin points out from beside you, slightly breathless from the back-to-back routines.

You're gulping down mouthfuls of water, so you actually don't see when Hoseok makes his way over to you. Not until Jimin's words are registering and your head is whipping around to catch the wide smile on his pretty face. He doesn't hesitate to drop his arm over your shoulders, easily tucking your body into his side.

Instantly, you're engulfed in the familiar scent of him. The subtle stench of weed masked by his sweet cologne. You've never been around a guy who smelt as sweet as Hoseok always did, used to the overpowering stink of AXE body spray, but you're convinced he's never purchased a bottle. 

He's offering a quick nod of acknowledgment to Jimin, which is met with a halfhearted wave as he leans down to tie his laces. “You were pretty cool cheering,” He tries to be nonchalant with his compliment, eyes focused on the sky as he talks. Which is pointless, you already caught the way he had been cheering from the crowd.

���'Pretty cool', that's it?” There's a playful smirk on your lips that he finds way more inciting than he should. But, he's determined to keep his cool in front of you so all he does is lift his shoulders in a slight shrug. “Yeah, pretty cool.” He repeats in the same tone as before.

You don't even bother to mask the snicker that sneaks past your lips. “I put my leg behind my head it was just 'pretty cool'? Maybe you need an up-close demonstration?” It's the one that you use that catches him off guard, highlighting the meaning behind your suggestion.

He stumbles slightly, eyes widening slightly. That was obviously something he's thought about before... respectfully. This wasn't the first time he's seen what your body could do and it never failed to get his mind wandering. Of course, he's thought if he had the chance to sleep with you, would you pull out the same tricks you do on the field. Who wouldn't wonder that with someone they were pursuing? 

But, the fact that you were mentioning it. Hinting at it like you were planning for exactly that to happen, that was a whole different ballpark. And it's obvious from the slightly dazed look in his eye, that you can't help but laugh at. Pulling him from his thoughts with the sound of your laugh.

“You're funny,” You say through your laughter, which he's quickly catching on to – soft chuckles leaving his lips.

He leads you all the way to the locker rooms, where he waits outside for you to change out of your uniform and into the sweater and jeans you had picked out for your date. Compliment at the edge of his tongue the moment you're stepping out, arm dropping back down around your shoulder.

While the two of you walk to his car, he fills you in on the hilarious thing Jeongguk did that morning. And you laugh along with him. Like an actual laugh, not one of those forced ones to boost his ego. He's animated as he speaks, gesturing wide and goofy voices tagged as his friend's voices.

You're a few steps from his car when he's rushing ahead of you, pulling the car door open before dramatically gesturing to it. “M'lady,” He says as you pass him and you know he's just kidding, but your heart skips a beat.

There's got to be something wrong with you, you're sure of it. You've been on tons of dates in the past and here you were all warm and fuzzy inside and the date has barely started. It was comforting being around Hoseok, though. As if you've always known him, you hardly had to do any thinking when you texted and it was no different in person.

You can't help but wonder if it felt like that for him too. A connection like that can't just go unnoticed, right? Or maybe you were getting ahead of yourself. “Will you tell me now where we're going?” You're asking as he's settling into the space beside you, tugging his seatbelt around his waist.

“I won't tell you until we're there.” You had spent the entire night before trying to guess where he was taking you, which was no use. The shrug emoji was a favorite of his you were quickly realizing. “It's really cool, though. You're gonna like it,” He says with a grin.

If that was supposed to ease your curious mind, it does the exact opposite. A place he was sure you were going to like? How would he know? Talked for seven days straight, but that's only one week. Do you really know what someone likes after one week?

Hoseok's quiet the entire car ride, a small smile playing on his lips as he drives. You're too busy striking out possible date locations to make any conversation, so the soft sound of his music is the only noise that fills the car. He's humming along to the beat, fingers tapping against the steering wheel, hair being swept by the wind. He's something out of a movie, it's hard to really focus on anything else.

Ten whole minutes pass of you shamelessly admiring his profile before he's shoving the car into park. “We're here,” Arms stretched out in front of him and your eyes squint, figuring you're missing something. “Where's here?” You're asking when you can't find the answer for yourself.

Hoseok lets out a small laugh, hand reaching to unbuckle his seatbelt. “You gotta get out to see it,” He's at your door seconds later, pulling it open and offering his hand out to you. Which you take, allowing him to pull you from the warmth and into the night wind. With his fingers laced with yours, he leads you away from the car.

You were standing on a cliff and the closer you get to the edge, the prettier it gets. Lights from the city below twinkling, but it looks so quiet. “You can see everything up here,” His fingers are still laced with yours, forgotten between you. “Right. I like to come here sometimes and just look,” Even with the endless conversation the two of you shared throughout the week, there were still quite a few things you didn't know about him.

Like the fact that he had a spot or the reason, he felt like he needed one in the first place. “How come you wanted to have our date here?” Aren't spots supposed to be private? Wouldn't showing you where he goes to 'just look', take away from that?

All at once, he's becoming all too aware with the warmth of your hand in his. The small tingle he feels throughout his palm that he had done a good job at ignoring up until now. It's the reason he's wiggling his fingers from your grasp and shoving his hand into the front pocket of his jeans.

He's plopping down on the rock with a thud, shoulders shrugging. “I don't know. Sometimes when we talk, I feel like bringing you here. So I did.” He's trying to be cool and you're not too sure why. There's a code in his words that isn't at all hard to read. He wanted to bring you here, let you in on a piece of him and no matter how nonchalant he tried to act about it, that's what it was.

So you're lowering yourself to sit beside him. From his pocket, he's pulling out a pre-rolled blunt and tucking it between his lips. He's quick with lighting it, taking his time with inhaling. “I don't really go on dates like that, you know. I mean, I do... but I don't. When I take girls out, it's like a gratuity, you know? But, I like talking to you and I wanted to show you something cool too. So I brought you here,”

His free hand rests on the ground behind you, inadvertently pulling your body closer to his. “Do you like it?” There's a bit of hopefulness in his voice that's hard to miss.

You're smiling brightly up at him, nodding your head to rid him of any confusion. “I like it. It's really pretty. Thank you for showing it to me,” Just your smile was enough to have the flutter starting up in his chest, but the way you talked to him? He'd turn into a blubbering fool if he wasn't careful.

He extends his hand, wordlessly offering the smoke out to you. And you're assuming that he just wants you to hold it for a second, so you pluck it from his fingers. And wait. He's snorting out a laugh at the patient look on your face. “You gonna hit it or...?”

“Oh! Uhm... no?” He's quick with pulling it from your fingers at the rejection, no desire to waste anything. “Why not? Are you like a good girl or something?” He teases, words coming through a cloud of smoke.

You're letting out a scoff, eyes rolling at his words. “No. I'm an athlete. My body is my most important instrument. Which includes my lungs,” He's bursting out laughing at the snootiness hidden in your tone. A loud laugh contagious laugh that could probably be heard throughout the entire city.

“Well, excuse me,” He speaks through your dying laughter.

With his arm resting behind you, you're naturally leaning into his side. The calm of the night and having him so close has a warm feeling settling in your chest, so much so that it's hard to contain the smile that has spread onto your features. Sitting in comfortable silence and watching the city below and it doesn't feel weird.

Content with just being around him and that's something you've never felt before. Whether or not he was feeling it too was lost on you, his focus on moving the blunt to and from his lips, a cloud of smoke forming above your heads.

“You see that greenish building?” You're pointing a little ways ahead of you. He has to lean forward and squint to see what you're referring to but nods once he spots it. “That's my middle school,” Punctuating your words with a grin up at him.

His fingers move to flick his scraps into the window, his body moving closer to you now that his focus wasn't split. “What was Middle School Yn like?” His free hand fidgets with the pebbles on the other side of his body, the other resting over your shoulder.

“Middle School Yn?” You repeat with a laugh, head tilting to the side as you're brought back to what you were like in middle school. Nothing like how you've turned out. “She was... different?” You're laughing again, planning on leaving it at that.

But, he's got this expectant look on his face, waiting for you to go on. So you do. “I kept to myself mostly, didn't have many friends. Not nearly as confident as I am now. I read a lot and did my homework. That's it,” He doesn't seem shocked or even surprised by the fact that you weren't always this popular magazine cut-out creation of yourself.

He doesn't even bat an eye, simply nodding at your words. “So you were a little nerdy?” His words don't come out in the rude unconvinced way that you've heard before when showing your past yearbooks. It's more like he's trying to get an image of what you looked like back than despite anything else.

“You could say that,” He's nodding, brushing the dirt from his hands. “Cute. Middle School me would've had the biggest crush on you.” Hoseok speaks as if it's just another fact like his words don't have a flutter shooting through your chest.

And with how sure he was that you two would've hit it off in middle school, you can't help but become curious. “What were you like back then?” You try to picture what a younger version of him would look like. How he'd act. Probably still cool, unbothered by most things that would usually send kids into a rage.

Your imagination doesn't get too far before he's answering. “I was a bit of a hothead... always wanted to fight someone. I was sensitive and emotional, so I argued a lot with whoever. I had a ton of friends, though. But looking, they were probably just afraid of not being my friend.” He laughs so you offer up a small giggle.

Your hand had been mindlessly resting on his thigh before, fingers tracing patterns into the fabric of his jeans as he speaks. “So why do you think you'd have a crush on me?” From the way he described himself, it seemed like you two wouldn't even sit by each other – let alone be close enough that he'd develop a crush.

He's shrugging at your words, an action that you've quickly realized is his favorite. A way to give off nonchalance, but looking close enough it's not hard to detect the light blush that dusts over his cheeks. “You said you were quiet. I think I would've liked being around you. Listening to you talk... like now,” His arm drops from your shoulders to wrap around your waist, using his grip to pull you closer to him.

“Think if I met you then or now, I'd still be into the way you smile... or the pretty way you roll your eyes when you're trying to act annoyed. And yeah, just you.” His hand reaches for yours in his lap, loosely twisting your fingers with his. “Any version of me would like you,” It's so soft, you're not sure if that last part was meant for you to hear.

His eyes are focused out in front of you, not even slightly looking like someone that just confessed. So you ignore it, summing it up as a slip of the tongue. You don't comment, but that doesn't stop the butterflies from taking over your stomach.

All at once, you're being met with the undeniable urge to kiss him. Just to see what it feels like. Throw out the self-proclaimed challenge you set for yourself because Arya was probably wrong. You've spent the entire night with the guy, he cheered you on from the crowd, brought you to his spot, and now this... unconscious confession. The fact that he liked you was on his mind so much that he was saying it without even realizing it.

You found it extremely hard to think someone like that would have the wrap sheet he was given. Or, maybe he did in the past... but with you it was different. Why else would he take you here, invite you into his space and talk to you the way that he has if it wasn't anything different? Right?

Right.

So before you can talk yourself out of it, you're tilting your head to the side to face him. “It's pretty here, huh?” Voice much softer now, you've taken control of the fiddling of fingers. Twisting yours around him and occasionally brushing your nails against his skin. It's subtle enough to be taken lightly but just enough to leave his skin tingling.

He's quick to pick up on your change of demeanor, brows raising in slight surprise, but he doesn't say anything. In fact, he's following your lead, leaning his body in closer to yours. “Mhm. Quiet too, nobody really comes over here,” His fingers tug at the belt loops in your jeans, tongue pushing out to wet his lips.

“That's good,” Your breath brushes against his lips as you speak, eyes dropping to his lips. He doesn't say anything else, gently pulling his fingers from your grasp just so he can spread his palm on the side of your neck. And then his lips are crashing down onto yours, hand holding your head in place.

Hoseok kisses you slowly at first, mouth molding with yours. But it's not long before he's brushing his tongue over your lips, testing the waters before he's plunging in. Fingers pressed into his jeans, you try to keep your head from spinning as his tongue pushes against yours. He tastes earthy... but a little sweet. It's intoxicating.

With two hands planted firmly on your hips, he's easily lifting you onto his lap. The movement so fast it's forcing you to break the kiss, a squealed laugh breaking the kiss. Which he meets with a wide grin, reaching to push your hair from your face. Slowly, he drags the tips of his fingers over your jawline, until he's holding your chin between his thumb and index finger.

“I really like your lips,” He says through a groan, leaning in to cover your mouth with his once more. Hands dropping to cover the curve of your ass, pushing your body further up on his lap so your hips collide. You can feel his half-hard cock pressed against your thigh and it takes everything in you not to grind your hips forward.

The feeling of his cool hands slipping underneath your sweater has a shiver running down your spine. Body reacting to the way his fingers climb up your skin, grazing over the underwire of your bra. His teeth tug at your lower lip and you feel the twitch of his cock hardening as his hands slide underneath.

Your slow with pulling back, not fully wanting to pull away – but knowing if you didn't stop now you wouldn't be able to convince yourself later on. It's cute, though, the way his lips chase yours as you put distance between the two of you. When he's not tasting the peach of your lip gloss, his eyes flutter open.

Two large hands resting over your breasts, cheeks matching the color of his eyes. “You don't want to?” He looks genuinely confused, like someone not wanting to sleep with him right away was some foreign concept. Still, he's pulling his hands from the inside of your shirt, resting them behind him.

“Not yet,” He nods, glossy lips spreading into a smile. “Okay,” He leans up to press a reassuring kiss to your nose before he's sliding you off of his lap. And then, without missing a beat he's saying. “I bet I can name more constellations than you,” Completely wiping away any possibility of an awkward moment rising.

Challenging you with a smirk on his face and the comfortable atmosphere you had been in before is quickly returning. “Yeah, okay.” He's stretched out on the ground so he can look at the sky properly and you're quick to lower yourself beside him.

And just like that, you're pointing out clusters of stars, laughing at the ridiculous names that you come up with. Your head pressed to his shoulder and his arm wrapped around you. You don't even notice as the hours tick by.

— you’re just his type. so it’s no surprise when all of his time and effort goes into making you his. though, they’ve always said… you only want it because you can’t have it.

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Smoking 🍃 w/ Your Boyfriend Fred Weasley...

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader  Prompt: Thought this was an interesting idea since I think we can all agree the Weasley Twins were def dealers lol

 (I’m still on vacation I just had this one in my drafts so I finished it up)

Warning: mature, sexual, weed, smoking, swearing, probs more.  If mentions of drugs makes you uncomfortable or you just don’t like it, don’t read this please! as implied by the title, this is literally all about what smoking with Fred Weasley would include 

-      Okay lets face it

-       Everyone and their owls know Fred and George Weasley were the best, most trusted, ‘flower’ dealers in Hogwarts 🍃🍃

-       You knew this before you started dating Fred

-       It just came as a bonus after getting together

-       Fred and George are almost always a little high

-       They sell carts, wax, edibles and flower

-       Like they’ve got it all, and the best quality

-      Their edibles are only for the brave; half the time you get an out of this world high, and other times, your skin is bright pink for a week from their trick

-       Lee Jordan also helps them with sales, the three of them are by far the biggest stoners in your year- probably in the whole castle

-       Seeing as most Slytherins’ did lines in the bathroom and in their dorms, Fred and George hardly sold to Slytherins

-       Most of the money the twins make goes towards saving for their dream joke shop

-       But Fred loves to buy you gifts when he has the chance

-       Like flowers, a bracelet, butterbeer, candies, books, etc.

-       He adores spoiling you

-       Fred never makes you pay if you wanna pick up from him

-       But he usually prefers you smoke with him or him and George

-       “You’re just so adorable when you’re high, sweetheart, I don’t wanna miss a thing. Plus, I’m scared you’ll tweak like a minx if you’re alone.”

-       Munchies galore

-       You guys will smoke late at night in their dorm with Lee

-       George is the designated snack man and will sneak into the kitchen before your smoke session

-       Lee shoves towels under the door and closes the vents

-       You would probably be the one enchanting the room so the smell doesn’t get out, but Fred really couldn’t care if anyone smelled it

-       You’ll usually smoke out the window, then trudge over to Fred’s bed and plop onto of him

-       “Jeeze, I think someone took one too many hits.”

-       Fred, George, and Lee will mess around, laughing loudly as they pass a blunt amongst the group

-       If it’s your first few times smoking, you’d probably just sit in Fred’s lap on the ground, staring off at the floor

-       Fred loves to tease you when you’re high

-       “Earth to Y/n- come back to us please.”

-       “Lovie, you’re eyes, they’re bloodshot as hell!”

-       Lots of kisses

-       You guys don’t make out too much after smoking as it’s nearly impossible for the both of you

-       Dry mouth is a bitch

-       Fred is vvv handsy when high

-       Like he needs to be touching your skin somehow

-       Whether he places you on his lap with his arms around you

-       Or laying together in his bed

-       Or holding hands on your walk back to the castle after smoking in the forest

-       Likes to pinch your butt when you’re walking up the stairs

-       He doesn’t really like when you’re high in public

-       He can tell when you’re nervous and start getting fidgety, so he’ll ask you to go on a walk with him to calm you down

“Angel, let’s go to the lake, yeah? Think you could use some fresh air, love.”

-       Fred will help you if you’re using a bong

-       “Here, love, just breathe it in until I tell you to stop and I’ll lift the top.”

-       COUGHING IN A SIN IN THEIR DORM

-       Whoever coughs first is labeled as a ‘little bitch’ according to George

-       Fred scolds Lee and George when they try to make fun of you for coughing

-       Like will murder them with his eyes and slap ts out of George’s arm

-       “Leave her alone… you know she doesn’t smoke as much as us… it’s completely normal, darling.” “Merlin’s sake, Fred. We’re just teasing her, mate. I think you could use the hit next him, maybe it’ll calm your hormones.”

-       George and you will have heated life debates

-       “No, George! Dinosaurs were here before people!” “That is not true, Y/n. Humans ruled the earth before those vicious stompers came roaming about. The dinosaurs- or should I say dinomurders- they killed all of humanity! They stomped on them, trapped the kids in those jeeps trying to eat them and ruined the kid’s fun and made destroyed the theme park-“ “George… that’s Jurassic Parks. It’s a fucking movie, you git.”

-       Fred likes to wrap his Gryffindor tie around your head and putting his sweaters over you “Aw, you look so cute, darling. I love seeing you in my clothes but my favorite thing is seeing you with nothing on at all.” “Fred! You can’t say that in front of George and Lee-“ “Oh believe me, Y/n. We sleep only feet away from you two- we’ve heard a lot worse. A lot worse.”

-       You guys will just lay around laughing for most of the night

-       You favorite times were when Fred and George would start talking about their childhood and sharing hilarious stories

-       George likes to mess with Fred when he’s high

-       For example

-       He’ll throw his arm around you and lazily lean into your side

-       Fred would watch closely from only a few feet away

-       George would then whisper into your ear, causing giggles to erupt from your chest

-       Which makes Fred jerk in annoyance

-       The weed didn’t help control his jealous- it magnified it if anything

-       Typically, he wouldn’t care since he knew George and you were extremely close friends

-       But Fred always got a little more… horny and possessive when the weed hit his bloodstream

-       Fred would pout until you noticed him and would comfort him

-       “Freddie, what’s wrong, bubba? You look so sad, aww.”

-       His jealously would diminish the second you moved away from George to his side

-       He loves when you hold his hand

-       Your favorite thing to do when high is play with his red, vibrant hair or when he would stroke and pet yours

-       Fred likes to attempt a braid in your hair

-       But he just ends up twisting two strands of hair in a coil then wrapped your black hair tie at the end

-       The gleeful, proud look on his face afterwards melted your heart so much you couldn’t tell him he failed miserably at a braid

-       You guys will place bets on who will slump first

-       It’s usually you or George

-       Fred and Lee will stay up until morning talking about life, school, quidditch, life goals, and anything else

-       Nights that you did get high with Fred in his dorm, he’d always insist that you sleep in his bed

-       He didn’t like taking the risk of you walking alone to your dorm room and risk getting caught

-       The last thing he wanted was you in trouble when he could’ve prevented it

-       You guys like to sneak into the kitchen after hours and make edibles together

-      Preferably marshmallow bar edibles or cookies

-       You liked to bring things with you for your smoke sessions with the twins

-       Like coloring books

-       A blanket, since Fred only sleeps with two which just seems criminal

-       A water bottle !!! this is a must

-       And some vanilla cherry Chapstick, Fred’s favorite

-       Fred’s favorite spot to smoke in along the Black Lake at night

-       Coming here with Fred will usually end with the both of you swimming in the lake

-       Whether it’s because he pushed you, you pushed him, or it was decided in the moment mutually that midnight was the perfect time for a swim

-      You liked smoking out by the lake as it was relaxing and fun with Fred

-       But you much preferred his dorm- it was the safest option by far

-       Fred loves getting high alone with you

-       Typically in his room as your roommates didn’t want people constantly in and out of the room as where Fred, George, and Lee were used to it

-       They made a handful of sales from their dorm room

-       Like a sinful amount 

-       It was by far the easiest way

-       Fred would light some candles before you arrived

-       A variety of sweets and snacks were sprawled against his bed

-        And warm fuzzy socks laid out for you 

-       He’d pack the bowl, then open the window

-       A blanket was thrown across the ledge so you could sit more comfortably

-       “What a gentleman!”

-       After smoking, Fred would carry you back to his bed

-       Most nights, you guys would just cuddle and whisper to each other

-       Fred never misses an opportunity to kiss you

-       On your lips

-       Forehead

-       Cheek

-       Nose

-       Neck (which will usually lead to something else with this boy)

-       Anywhere

-       Continuously giggling all night

-       Fred and you share your high thoughts

-       “But, just hear me out here. Is there another word for synonym?”

-       “Babe, who do you think came up with the alphabet? And how the fuck did they put the alphabet shit in alphabetical order.” “Darling, I am way too baked to even remember what fucking goes in an alphabet.”

-       High sex

-       Fred makes you feel so comfortable

-      Compliments you profusely 

-       Lot of laughing

-       He lovesssss going down on you when you’re both baked

-       Cause you make the cutest little noises, euphoria taking over your sense

-       He can stay down there for hours just basking in your sweet moans

-       Favorite is missionary so he can see every reaction gracing your face

-       Is only brave enough to try new sex adventures when he’s either high or drunk

-       Discovers that you both very much so enjoy his hand wrapped around your neck as he thrusts into you

-       And when you get on top

-       His touchy side comes out the most in these moments

-       Sloppy sex

-       But still vvvv fulfilling and pleasurable

-       He’ll whisper in your ear as his pace quickens

-       “You look so beautiful, sweetheart. So pure but so dirty just for me.”  

-       “Merlin, you’re bloody breathtaking with my fingers in your mouth, angel.”

-       “Freddie, you feel so good.”

-       You both finish within a matter of minutes, never lasting long when in this state

-       “…That was the best sex I’ve ever had, ever.” “Fred, lovie, you say that every time we have sex.”

“Cause it just keeps getting better and better!”

-       Cuddling for the rest of the night

-       Always making sure you’re dressed before George or Lee turn in for the night

-       Fred would fall asleep first when it was just the two of you

-       He talks in his sleep, nearly every hour he’d mutter something

-       In an odd way, you found it comforting

-       Especially when it’s your name he’s mumbling

-       Falling asleep in Fred’s arms

[yuzukult]

yours. || jww & reader

title: yours. pairing: jeon wonwoo x reader genre: angst word count: 1.2k warnings: reader doesn’t end up with wonwoo. *cries* a/n: i’ve never written for seventeen before but here we go peeps (also i didn’t proofread it don’t come @ my neck yo) for the scenario event for ficscafe!! using the prompts below:  6. when they slow dance in the living room. 22. when they smile in kisses.

This cup of coffee doesn’t taste the same.

The dark liquid is bitter and cold—the ice cubes that float atop of the mug clack against the ceramic with each stir from the wooden stick in your hand, attempting to sweeten it with the bags of sugar you pour in.

Even with five packets it doesn’t taste as sweet as it was when you had it with him.

What’s missing is his smile from across the table, mimicking the way his eyes curve into crescents like the moon in the night sky, surrounded by sparkling stars that never outshine him. The sight of him leaning against the granite top, his own designated mug in hand, with his dress shirt tucked in his trousers for work while mocking the amount of creamer you have to pour into your cup to get rid of the bitterness is what you long for.

But the apartment remains gloomy and quiet. 

Jeon Wonwoo isn’t around anymore.

Yearning for someone you can’t have, especially after you’ve gotten a taste of what it feels like to be loved by them is like going through withdrawals. There’s a plethora of moments that replay through your head—from the first meeting, to the first date, first kiss, and the first night he stays over. He’s like a dream, each time you reminisce, and it’s gotten to the point that you can’t tell if what happened between the two of you was reality.

Wonwoo was a friend of a friend; typically, you’re never interested in these outings, but something about that one time had you intrigued and willing to go. He was hard to ignore, with his ashy blonde hair, oversized camel coat, and an expression that seemed bored, but as he watched his friends banter and holler, a smile tugged at the edges of his mouth and warms his heart as it does yours.

When you’re assigned teams for a stupid drinking game, he greets you, introduces himself and the moment he says, “I’m Wonwoo,” with that deep, buttery voice, you were caught. He doesn’t have to do much to have you swooning over him, heart swelling in your chest, bursting you at the seams. 

Jeon Wonwoo makes it hard not to fall for him.

Asking for your number has his hands shaking, and he vaguely mentions how he has tremors in them. Tapping his digits into your phone was the start of it all—the start of a fall that would lead to a heartbreak that would be difficult to recover from.

He’s so pretty under the somber autumn skies; leaves falling in a surfeit of oranges, yellows, and red hues, practically matching his neutral muted toned attire all year round. Fall is the season that fits Wonwoo the best, and it’s not just because it’s the beginning of falling for him.

“You look lovely tonight,” he complimented, hands dug deep into the front pockets of his trench coat, brown like the swirls of chocolate he calls eyes. His round, thin metal frames sit on his nose, and you think back to when you saw your expression through the reflection for the first time—pure happiness smeared across your face. “Should we get going?”

He’d take you for dinner, carbonara pasta, and to his favorite dessert place that serves the best iced coffee with a strawberry jam pastry, so he claims. It’s sweet like him, melting on the tip of your tongue just like you did when you first heard him speak, and truthfully, you’d grow nervous in that very moment. It’s perfect—this thing you have with Wonwoo. It’s blissful, quiet, and brings warmth on a cold day, but it feels passing. 

It’s temporary. 

The way his lips taste are like cherry lollipops you’d get at the doctor’s office for being a good kid. His arms around your waist when he pulls you in resembles the snug feeling of a blanket around your frame. Nose brushing against yours, you could feel the quickening of his heart rate, fingers at your hips tapping against the exposed skin under your shirt in anxiousness, yet at the same time, all of this feels right. Wonwoo feels right. 

When your lips finally press together, the hairs on your arms straighten. Chills go up your spine, and your stomach does cartwheels. Fireworks don’t go off like they do in stories, but whatever this is you’re feeling is way better than that. He feels like home, truly a home, one you find in a person and not in a location. And what takes it away is when you feel his lips pull up at the edges, a soft chuckle mischievously escaping from his firm chest before he picks you up and twirls you around. 

Wonwoo is reserved. He often doesn’t share much, but when he’s with you, it’s different. He has grown to love asking questions to your stories, hum along with you in the car to your favorite songs, and do things he wouldn’t normally do because you like doing them and he enjoys doing them with you. 

Your favorite has to be that dreamy dance. 

Fingers locking behind his neck with his own finding home on your hips, you can’t help but always lay your head on his shoulder with your bodies pressed together. You have no sense of direction, he usually teases you about it, so in the middle of your living room while wearing matching fuzzy cat socks, you plant your own feet on top of his and let him guide. He’s not romantic, yet somehow with you, he does his best at it.

He’s a beautiful love, one without effort, one without having to feel like a burden. His place in your bed sheets remained, even until this day, because Wonwoo’s love leaves an imprint. His impact stays strong, leaving behind the ache in your chest that you feel each time something reminds you of him. 

That letter in the mail changed the course of your relationship. 

He’d been offered to take on his dream. And who are you to tell him no? 

He has to go. He must. There’s no argument about it, but Wonwoo insists there has to be one. He doesn’t understand the baggage that comes with a long distance relationship, especially one that’s thousands of miles away with a huge time zone difference. 

So you tell Wonwoo to go.

And as badly as you wished for him to turn around and say otherwise, you don’t let him.

Although it’s been two years now, your feelings stay the same. Despite the many guys you’ve encountered, all the dates you’ve been on, it doesn’t change. There’s a gap in your heart, a Wonwoo-shaped hole that no one seems to be able to claim, and sometimes you feel discouraged. 

His face is on almost every magazine—how someone so young and successful also be handsome amazes everyone. He turns heads whenever he walks by, his name is in everyone’s mouths, and he’s nothing short of the description of perfection in the eyes of anyone you’ve met. 

It’s cold again. For the second time. The leaves descend slowly from the trees, branches frail and naked, but the ground is decorated with those ironically warm pigments during such a chilly season. The wind is brisk, smacking against your cheeks, tinting them to a soft pink. It kind of feels like a slap to reality. Wonwoo still isn’t back. He’s still there, far away, making his dreams come true.

You’re just another one of those people in the queue, now.

Waiting for your turn.

Maybe to be his again.

For him to be yours.

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Soft “ I love you” sex with Peter Parker ( please add plot )) :)

All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.

Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,090

Warnings: Smut18+, Both Male and Female Performing Oral, Unprotected Vaginal Intercourse, Soft Sex. (Let me know if I’ve missed anything)

I walked into the avengers compound, my heart beating fast, the cold air bringing goosebumps to my skin. I always become nervous when walking around the compound, everyone only knowing me as ‘The kid’s’ girlfriend. I turn a few familiar corners before walking into Peter’s designated room. I smile at the Lego Death Star sitting completed on his desk. 

“They did it.” I whisper to myself, touching the lego bricks gently as I hear a small chuckle, my eyes widening in surprise, I turn around facing Peter, a smile evident on his face. 

“I thought I was coming to get you tomorrow?” 

“I called and asked Tony if I could come a night earlier.” 

Peter’s smile widens his hand falling under my chin, our lips brushing against each other before locking together. 

“How was the mission?” My hands fall onto his chest, his spiderman suit soft against my fingers. 

“It was alright, saved some people, punched some bad guys, no biggy.” 

I roll my eyes at his nonchalant response, his own chuckle following. 

“I’ve missed you.” Blush fills my cheeks, our eyes locking together as I lick my lips. 

“I’ve missed you too, you worry me out on your missions.” 

“Pshh, I’m Spiderman, the strongest avenger.” 

“Uh, didn’t Dr Banner say he was?” 

“I think we can both agree it’s me.” 

“You’re a dork.” I push his body away from mine slightly, his hands falling to my waist to stop the distance from forming between us. “I like the suit.” The sentence falls from my lips in a breathless whisper, almost going unheard.

“Does my baby have a thing for spiderman?” Peter brushes my hair behind my ear as I nod softly. 

“Too bad I’m dating this Peter guy.” 

“Shut up dork.” His lips capture mine, his hands falling to my thighs picking me up in one swift motion, my legs wrapping around him for extra support as he walks us to his bed. Peter lays me down on his bed softly, his hands falling behind my head as his tongue slips into my mouth. Our tongues move against each other softly, savouring the moment, I grind my hips up against his crotch earning a moan to fall into our kiss, my smirk breaking our lips apart. 

Peter takes the break in our lips to start trailing kisses down my jaw and neck, his tongue circling my sweet spot before sucking softly, his mark being left on my skin for all to see. 

“You’re so beautiful.” 

Heat fills my cheeks again at his compliment, his smile causing my heart to flutter. 

“Suit on or off?” 

“Off please.” Peter steps back from my body, stipping himself of his spiderman suit causing me to wiggle out of my own clothing. 

“Panties off too baby.” 

I loop my fingers into the sides of my panties, pulling the fabric from my glistening core. Peter’s eyes stay trained on me, the orbs darkening with lust. 

“I cannot believe you’re mine.” 

Before I can tell him the feeling is mutual, his body is on mine, his lips kissing in the valley of my breasts, his fingers toying with my nipples. I gasp at the sensation, a smirk dancing across his lips, before they latch onto the hardened nub, his tongue circling and his mouth sucking at the skin. 

His lips continue to trail down my body before landing on my dripping core. His eyes look up into mine, I bite my lip in anticipation, his tongue slipping past his swollen lips before sliding between my folds. 

“Holy.” His tongue picks up speed, swiping against my clit, his finger sliding in and out of me at the same pace as his tongue. My fingers fall to his hair running through his brown locks as I tug softly his eyes rolling back at the sensation. 

“Play with you.” The words fall out of my mouth as Peter stops his actions, an eyebrow raised. “Please.” 

I shuffle backwards on the bed, Peter now standing as I pump his cock up and down, my tongue swirling around the tip causing Peter to swallow hard. I smirk at him before taking him in my mouth, my tongue rubbing against his length, my hand pumping what I can’t fit as moans fall from his lips. 

“You’re so good.” 

His praise rushes to my core, the wetness falling against my thighs. My mouth moving up and down, his fingers laced in my hair helping to guide my mouth on him. 

“Lay back.” 

I follow his order, my mouth leaving his cock, a soft hiss falling from his lips at the loss of contact. My back falls against his mattress, my legs open wide as he kneels between them, holding my thighs against his hips, his cock running up and down my slit, collecting the wetness as he slides deep inside me. 

I squeeze my eyes shut, my back arching off the mattress, his cock stretching me out. I nod softly letting Peter know he can move, his hips slowly thrusting into mine, his dick slipping in and out of me. 

“Peter.” Gasps and moans fill the air, his hips rocking against mine as his body covers me, his lips on my neck, his moans ringing through my ears. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his body closer to mine, my nails running between his shoulder blades. 

“Baby.” His breathless moan fills my stomach with butterflies, my pussy clenching around his cock, he sits up his finger falling to my clit as he rubs small circles. 

“Right there.” The familiar tingles flow through my body, his pace picking up as I tighten my legs around his waist in an attempt to have him deeper inside of me. He chuckles at my attempt, his grip falling to my hips, pushing me deeper into the mattress, the new angle causing his cock to brush against my sweet spot, my eyes roll back in pleasure as I become a moaning mess under him. 

“Cum for me baby.”

My body flushes hot, my brain falls fuzzy as the pleasure floods my senses. Peter’s own high washes over him, his body falling onto mine as his thrusts slow. Peter slips out of me, both of us panting as I smile. 

“Wow.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Hey, uh, I-I love you.” My breathing hitches, I look over at the blushing super hero as I wrap my arms around him. 

“I love you too.” A sigh of relief escapes his lips as he holds me close. My heart is filled with love.

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🤎A Break With My Lover.🤎

Part One

Pairing: Might Guy x Tenji( made up character)

Summary: Tenj is back from her two month mission and is so excited to spend time with her new boyfriend Guy, who pampers and adores her. Just a cute little short story for all my Guy sensei hoes to enjoy.😊

Warnings: 18+, language, fluff, SFW and NSFW, smut.

Tenji now stood at the entrance of the Hokage mansion, grateful to have been granted a full week's rest after her team worked tirelessly for a full two months. Another breeze blew a curl that dangled from her loose bun into her face, not caring in the slightest to put it back in its place. Her main goal was to reach her beloved apartment and take a much needed cool shower to wash away the grim, sweat and blood that clung to her aching body. With her eyes closed she inhaled a deep long breath, forcing herself to take the first step. Her body felt so heavy and her mind fuzzy, a sudden wave of fatigue ripping a whine from deep in her throat. “Oi, Tenji,” a sharp flick on the side of her neck immediately snapped her out of her sluggish mood. “Tch! Genma what the fuck,” a sly smirk appearing on his smug face as he took pleasure in her frustration, relishing the irritated look he managed to put on her face. “Well hello to you too Tenji, it's been too long, glad that you're back and in one piece it seems,” he spoke as he gave her a quick once over, ensuring that she was really in one piece and he hopefully hadn’t spoken too soon. He noticed the dark circles under her eyes as he inspected her obviously fatigued face, a hint of sympathy pulled at his heart realising she would probably have to walk all the way home on her own despite how tired she was. Tenji noticed the slight worry in his light brown eyes and instantly thought of a plan. Maybe she could convince him to carry her home after seeing the state she was in. “I’m okay I guess, I’m so tired, just wish i had help getting home Genma,” she whimpered as she stepped closer, leaning her chubby cheek into his broad, muscular chest, she looked up at him, hopeful that her long time buddy would show even the tiniest bit kindness he claimed to have, pulling her best puppy face while looking into his light brown eyes, her darker eyes needy as her full lips curved into a pout that he almost gave into until he realised what she was up to. Now, it’s not that he didn’t want to help(maybe a little) but it was also that he had already been summoned by the Hokage and couldn’t afford to be later than he already was and also because he knew Tenji could be such a spoiled brat sometimes and he was not in the mood to baby her today. He averted his gaze and placed two long, slender fingers on her forehead before gently nudging her off of him. “Geez Tenji” , his words almost sounding empathetic until he opened his mouth again, “Good luck finding someone who will help you with that”. Tenji’s mouth hung open in utter defeat as Genma walked right past her, not missing how he unashamedly took in the gorgeous sight of her full, round ass, her uniform gracefully complimenting it with the way her pants clung desperately to the curve of her hips and hugged her ass in a way that he would always appreciate. “Tch”, Tenji scoffed as she turned fully to face him, his soft light, brown eyes slowly climbing up her body taking in her front, failing to hide the disappointment in them, missing the blessed sight she turned away from him, reluctantly looking back up into her darker orbs to wink at her, disappearing into the Hokage mansion. She blamed herself for expecting anything from that perverted bastard, as she hesitantly began her dreadful walk down the busy streets of Konoha.

Tenji kept her eyes glued to the ground, drowning out the sounds of the happy village folk all around her, as she continued on replaying how good it would feel to walk into her apartment and pamper herself to a nice shower and some well needed rest. A low growl from her tummy dirsturbed her train of thought, reminding her of her deep hunger for some delicious, warm food. The divine, savory smell of Ichiraku’s ramen, not helping her best attempts at ignoring it and heading home, her fatigue too overwhelming for her to entertain her hunger as she stood in front of the little ramen restaurant. “Tenji sensei!,” a loud voice erupting out of nowhere pulled her attention directly in front of her. A young and enthusiastic Lee stood in her path, the biggest grin spreading on his face, clearly excited to see her. A mini Might Guy, always bringing a deep nostalgic feeling in her heart, he was far too adorable for her to not smile at him, despite the exhaustion that tugged at her eyelids, with his little green jumpsuit, “Lee-san, so good-,” she was suddenly cut off as two large hands tugged at her waist, lifting her up and tossing her high into the air, she squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for the one sensation she absolutely despised, punching her deep in her gut as the fall back downwards came shortly after. Landing right into none other than her boyfriend, Might Guy’s strong arms. “Precious!”, she shuddered as he spoke way louder than she would have liked; “After so long you have finally returned from your mission! Wow I’ve missed you'', Guy was basically roaring right in her face at this point, which she normally wouldn’t mind, but the fatigue she couldn’t shake off any longer made her highly irritable. “Guy!, put me down right now, baka!”, she blurted, his big, pretty grin never leaving his face as he gently complied. “My precious flower, how was your mission” he spoke in a much calmer voice, now sensing her irritated mood as he shamelessly inspected her entire body, not bothered by the irritation in her tone, making sure his eyes and hands didn't miss a single spot, hoping she wasn't injured as she replied, “It was a success. I just reported to Lady Hokage and I get a full week of rest as a reward so i'm going home now” , the tone of her voice growing more and more annoyed as she noticed Kakashi and his team all standing there, watching Guy fiddle with her body, the embarrassing display of care leaving a light blush across her plump cheeks. Everyone knew they were dating, despite the fact that their relationship was still very new, it didn't take a scientist to figure out they had been in love with one another even as friends. “Guy!” she whined, pushing him off of her hoping he was now pleased with his inspection. “As expected of my lotus! Always glowing in the light of her youth!”, he continued with his over enthusiastic praise. Tenji was now very used to his overly positive attitude that he was apparently born with, considering he was just as loud now, as he was when they were still children. Kakashi looked at her with a knowing look of second hand embarrassment as he nodded towards her “Yo, we‘re going inside Ichiraku’s now, join us whenever you’re ready Tenji-chan” he spoke in the warm, familiar manner, he always spoke in when talking to her. “Kakashi-san, I’m too tired. Next time?”, she replied, her eyelids noticeably droopy as he nodded in understanding, walking into the restaurant.

Guy stood in front of his new lover, feeling like his heart would explode with the surge of joy he felt to be near her after not getting to hang out much, especially in the past two months. Tenji stood before him and let out a deep sigh, knowing that she wouldn't have to worry about the dreadful walk home because her best friend and now lover would go to the ends to make her happy, as she would for him. Tenji looked up at him, her deep brown eyes never leaving his onyx ones as she stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his large build, gripping on the back of his green jumpsuit, sighing heavily into his chest. Her heart fluttered, remembering that she could now hold him like this. He was hers now. Guy’s flak jacket draped her arms as he engulfed her in a warm embrace, strong arms wrapping firmly around her, pulling her impossibly closer. Her eyelids fluttered shut, comfort washing over her as he began to rub his large hand soothingly up and down her back making her eyelids feel like a ton of bricks as she finally gave in to keeping them closed. She relished in the heavy slumber that quickly crept up on her feeling like she was sinking deeper and deeper into her lovers addicting hold, but it was cut short as she was abruptly interrupted by the rumbling of Guy’s hard chest, a deep chuckle leaving his lips as he felt the weight of her body dip further into his. “Someones ready for a nap I see?” he spoke placing a soft kiss on her forehead, “Mmhmm”, was all Tenji had the strength to say, too tired to move her mouth into actual words, revelling in the pleasant warmth Guy’s soft caresses provided—despite the afternoon heat—bringing his fingers to brush the coily strand that escaped the loosely tied bun at the nape of her neck and tucked it back into place. Attempting to tuck the one strand in, the whole bun began to fall apart and Guy being the sweet bean he was,decided to fix the whole thing for her. Speaking to her, he continued to work on it, gently detangling her hair from the scrunchie that failed to keep her thick, dark brown coils neatly bundled up. “How about I take you home and help you wind down?” , he continued, finally able to pry the scrunchie from the last little coil that wouldn't let it go, careful not to hurt her. “Miss you”, she sounded muffled, snuggling further into his chest, a pang of happiness filling her chest at the action, taking in her favourite faint scent of lemon and a much stronger earthy smell. Guy began to softly brush her hair back with his palms, making sure to pull all escaping strands into the ponytail he was forming in his fist at the nape of her neck, now securing it all with the scrunchie. “Well let's get going precious”, he sighed out, gently prying himself free from her tight grip around him, quickly silencing her whine, turning around and gently tugging at her arm, easily pulling all her weight onto his back. A move that she was all too familiar with, Guy always treating her like the ‘precious flower’ he always described her as ever since they were younger. Her heart leaped along with him as he jumped up onto the nearest rooftop, maintaining a firm yet gentle grip on her thighs, a faint sigh leaving her lips and excitement bubbling up from the pit of her tummy, pleasantly spreading around the rest of her body as thoughts of the cuddles and attention she was going to receive clouded her mind. Why didn’t they get together any sooner? Not only did she have a whole entire week off, but she also scored time with her lover. It couldn't get any better than that.

[mypoisonedvine]

Spoiled | Bruce Banner x reader

(semi-sequel to my fic sugar, but you don’t need to read that to understand this!)

summary: it’s the first time you’ve had your boyfriend all to yourself for Christmas, and he makes sure it’s a holiday you’ll never forget.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: smut!!, infidelity (bruce is married, guys), wedding ring kink, damage to a very expensive dress (lol), daddy kink, sugar daddy relationship

Normally, Christmas is reserved for the wife, as it ought to be.  But this year, Bruce had surprised you with a promise: you could finally spend Christmas day with your boyfriend.  You weren’t sure exactly how he got out of spending the holiday with his wife, but he’d picked you up a few days before and driven you to a gorgeous secluded cabin somewhere upstate.  Obviously you assumed it was a rental, so the fact that he’d bought it along with the four acres it laid on was a bit of a shock.  Still, you were beyond giddy to have a few days alone with him, cuddling up in the big warm bed and admiring the snow-laden forest just outside the windows.

“Merry Christmas,” he murmured against your skin as you just started to wake up— and yes, you remembered that it was Christmas day.  Any day spent waking up in his arms was a good one, Christmas or not.

“Merry Christmas,” you greeted in return as you spun around to kiss him, wrapping your legs around his waist.  

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, pretty girl,” he chuckled as he slid your legs off of him, “don’t you wanna get up and open your presents?”

You rolled your eyes because of course he had to get you something, even when you told him not to.  "I don't need any presents, Bruce, just having you here today is enough."

"Couldn't help myself.  You're so easy to shop for, you look good in everything.  Besides, I like dressing you up almost as much as I like undressing you."

“So it’s something to wear?” you deduced.  

“Just get up and get ready, okay?”

You nodded and slipped out from under the quilt, dashing to the bathroom to splash your face, brush your teeth, and maybe throw on a little makeup so you wouldn’t look like you’d just woken up when you had, in fact, just woken up.

Slipping on a red plaid robe, you returned to the living room and found Bruce lounging beside the tree in his fuzzy house pants, distractingly shirtless.  As much as you were compelled to kneel down and bury your fingers in that black curly hair that deliciously blanketed his chest, your attention was redirected to the long, flat box in his hands.

“Open it,” he encouraged as he handed it to you, circling around to stand behind you and stroke your arms as you gently tore the paper open.  It was just a white cardboard box underneath, lacking in any labels so you had to pop the top off to see the garment inside.  "You like Balmain, right?" he asked softly with a smile.

It was gorgeous; silk, it felt like, in a deep forest green that was almost festive in a way.  "Bruce this is…" you trailed off, dropping the box and holding the dress at the shoulders, letting the fabric unfurl and spill down until you could see the whole dress.  "This is too nice.  I can't let you spend this much on me."

"Oh, it wasn't that expensive," he lied, "now go try it on."

You started to protest, but he cut you off with a kiss, resting his hand on the back of your neck and pulling you closer.  You melted into his arms instantly, completely forgetting where you were and what you’d been talking about as your eyes fluttered shut and your lips slotted against his.  When he pulled back, you were barely aware of what he was talking about when he whispered: “go try it on.”

“The dress!” you remembered.  “I’ll be right back.”

You didn’t really need to leave the room to get dressed, he’d seen you naked plenty of times, but you figured it would make the grand reveal that much more exciting.  Just putting it on made your skin all tingly, the soft fabric making you shiver as it brushed against you so delicately.  The mirror wasn’t super helpful, too small to see how you looked past your shoulders, so you decided that you’d have to trust that you looked as good as you felt.

Seeing your heels just a few feet away, you dashed to grab them; they would perfectly complete the look, because it would be kind of odd to wear Balmain while barefoot.  Sure, they were a bit uncomfortable, but it was worth it to see him turn around to the sound of your clicking heels, his jaw nearly hitting the floor as he watched you step closer.  “What do you think?” you asked shyly.

He got up and approached you, his expression heavy with desire and making you shiver.  He knelt down before you, looking up at you with dark eyes as he slowly— excruciatingly slowly— pushed up the skirt of your dress, his thick, rough fingers tickling your thighs.

You just had a thong underneath, lacy and delicate, meaning you felt it all too well when he licked you through the fabric.

"Ffffuck," you sighed, "Bruce, baby…"

"Y'like that, pretty girl?"

You nodded breathlessly, trying not to let your knees buckle when he did it again, reaching down to dig your fingers into his hair.  "Don't stop, daddy, please."

He did stop, but only for a moment so he could gently hook a finger under the fabric and pull your panties aside, his hot breath tickling the sensitive skin of your mound.  Finally, his lips latched onto your swollen clit, and you moaned lowly.

You were normally pretty good at standing in heels, but this posed a new challenge.

When he found a pattern of sucking your clit, fucking you with his tongue, and doing this positively obscene thing with his teeth that you couldn't describe but made your knees weak, you were soon barreling towards the point of no return.  "Bruce, fuck, I'm close— gonna come, please let me come…"

He only nodded, not stopping his work for even a moment, and you clutched his curls tightly as your hips rocked against his face.

"Daddy, daddy, daddy," you chanted breathlessly as the coil finally snapped, a new gush of warmth spreading between your legs as you quivered above him.  Your vision went black for just a second, head thrown back into a silent moan as you held your breath until all your noises broke forth all at once, somewhere between a scream and a sob and a sigh. 

"Fuck, such a good girl for me," he purred, giving your sore clit one last luck before he instructed: "get on the bed," encouraging you with a little shove back towards it.

You spun to face away from him and get on your hands and knees atop the plushy mattress.  Your face heated up as you heard him laugh.  "I meant on your back, princess.  God, you're a slut."

Embarrassed but aware that his words were more a compliment than anything else, you rolled onto your back and spread your legs as he climbed on top of you and slotted his body between them, shedding himself of his pajama pants until his thick cock bounced back up to slap against his stomach.  You bit down on your lip, wishing he'd given you a chance to put that cock in your mouth (because it looked fucking delicious) but losing that train of thought as he ran his hands all over your body through the silky fabric of his gift to you.

Suddenly, with a deep growl, he grabbed the dress at the neckline and ripped it open right down the front.  "Bruce!" you yelped in protest; your heart broke for the expensive dress destroyed, but your thighs clenched together at the sight of him tearing through it like paper.

"I'll buy you a new one," he sighed flippantly before diving in to roughly grope your breasts, littering your chest with kisses and stopping to teasingly suck your nipples along the way.

"Daddy," you whimpered, "please fuck me."

"Not gonna make you wait much longer, babygirl," he promised, "just tell me you love me."

It made your chest tighten and your cheeks warm, but you were happy to oblige.  "I love you," you whispered.

"Once more, with feeling," he requested.

"I love you," you said again, a little louder.

He grinned, hovering over you as he pushed his cock down to slip inside you.  You gasped and clutched the sheets beneath you as he moved deeper, his lips catching yours in a slow kiss.  "I love you too," he replied gently before he began to fuck you in a way that was… anything but gentle.

"Fuck," you sobbed, wanting more than anything to arch your back and throw your head into the pillow, but you couldn't with your lip caught between his teeth.

You'd adjusted to his cock quite a bit since the first time you hooked up with him nearly two years ago, and yet it still felt like he was stretching you impossibly wide as he fucked you hard and deep.  You figured at this point that you would never become fully accustomed to his size; you sort of hoped you wouldn't, because you liked the edge of pain that danced up your spine each time he entered you.  When he hooked your leg in his arms, lifting it to rest his shoulder, he pushed even deeper and you whined beneath his heavy weight.

"So deep," you whispered.

"I know, baby," he whispered back.  "You feel so fucking good, princess…"

It was impossible to keep track of the flow of time at that point, so it couldn’t been minutes or hours that he spent inside you, taking you apart perfectly piece-by-piece.  You couldn’t keep track of how many times you came, either, aware only of an overload of sensations coming at your body from every angle.

He kissed you as he reached his own peak, mumbling your name somewhere between the movements of his lips against yours until you felt like you were floating just from the way he said it.  You stayed that way for longer than you expected while he caught his breath, before he rolled off of you and you both sighed as you stared up at the ceiling.

"Fuck," he groaned, "that was… intense."

"That's rich coming from you, considering I'm the one that just got my cervix pummeled."

"I wasn't too hard on you, was I?"

"God no, it was amazing," you laughed, "but still… damn."

"I don't know about you but I worked up quite an appetite," he grinned.  "I'm gonna get up and make blueberry pancakes, you want some?"

"Do you even need to ask?" you smirked, and he leaned in to give you a quick peck on the lips before he slipped on his pants again and dashed off to the kitchen.

As far as Christmas mornings go, you weren't sure it could get much better than an expensive gift, getting dicked down like it was the end of the world, and blueberry pancakes.