#also this ask genuinely made me smile to receive thank you anon

[valyrfia]

I really like some of the takes and overall people sharing their opinions in a safe sort of way/space.

I also love how I can trace your point of view not only on lestappen topic but on shipping in general and rpf specifically.

I think sometimes people forget (maybe due to their age or inexperience) that Max and Charles are real life human beings with high stress level jobs and who are public personas as well. If people think about themselves as nuanced individuals they should think the same way about these two too.

Like don’t get me wrong I enjoy analyzing their interactions, I do read fanfiction and always reblog a good gifset or post but I also realize that what I spent my time on is not a true reflection of reality.

Thus I don’t expect them to be publicly smooching every race weekend on camera.

They are just guys doing their job, they seem to have some type of feelings towards each other and they might as well be aware of it but even if it is so we are not gonna know about it probably. Not while they are active F1 drivers at least. And honestly? We are not supposed to know about it. It’s called private life for a reason.

So yeah I’m kinda glad to know that there are other tumblr users with similar opinions on sexuality, personal stuff and shipping and I hope the majority of the fanbase is sharing them.

First of all let me just say this is one of the kindest asks I've gotten, thank you so much <3 I love that you feel I'm curating a safe space for everyone involved

But yeah, I'm an old hat at rpf so I'm pretty good at the cognitive dissonance required to distinguish between the Max and Charles the super famous F1 drivers and the Max and Charles that we cackle about here, which is why I'm pretty straightforward about the fact that I don't like talking about their irl partners or speculating on their sexualities. It does take practice, but I think it's a really vital skill to have if we're going to talk about them. I've been involved with 3 or 4 rpf ships in my time and they get sour quickly unless we explicitly set some boundaries for ourselves.

Also let me play devil's advocate for a moment, let's say either of them are anything not straight. Imagine how absolutely terrifying that is, in an extremely high-stress sport that's had no high-profile non-straight people that competes in countries where being gay can get you killed by law. A grand majority of the fans would change the way they see you, probably some of the higher ups would too. Tabloids would hound you relentlessly and it's likely some people or their families in your circle would shun you. There is no way you would even think about the possibility of being openly queer in an environment like that. Whatever their sexualities are is their own private business, which is why I explicitly refuse to speculate. It's important to distinguish feelings from sexuality here. You can speculate on someone's feelings without speculating on their sexuality or how they identify.

That being said, fic plays by different rules (apart from the partners bit). I think fic can use these characters of Max and Charles to explore some really interesting theses on sexuality and how it would fit into the sport. It's still important to keep in mind that these aren't the Max and Charles that exist here in the real world though, they're characters based off of them.

[bisexualiteaa]

could you write something where cooper is talking the reader through it, but like, super sweetly and lovesick?

Talk Me Through It, Baby

Cooper Howard x Fem Reader (SMUT!! And some domestic fluff)

CW: NSFW MDNI!! Established relationship, lingerie, flirting, cursing, reader being all enticing, 🤭 p in v, unprotected sex, p0rn w/o plot, domestic Cooper, irradiated cream pie, fingering, oral, (fem receiving) praise, Cooper talking you through sex and making love to you, slight OOC Cooper, slight deviation from TV series

AN: the creative juices are flowing people! I’m loving it, thank you all to have given me asks, it has been so much fun getting to write stuff for you guys! I think i may be done posting for today and have a busy rest of the week ahead of me but keep a look out within the coming weeks for those whose asks I have not done yet! I haven’t forgotten you lovelies, I promise ❤️ hope I did your ask justice, Anon! Enjoy some smut and domestic fluff! 🥰🤠

It’s days like these that made you remember just how nice it was to live a domestic life back in the day. No worries of murderers at your doorstep, no worries about food supply running too low, radiation sickness, it was just perfect. You could bake, you could cook whatever you could get your hands on, but the best part? Was when Cooper walked through that door after a long day to see the beautiful smile that would light up your face when you would greet him. You’d come up to him, greet him with a “welcome home, honey!” Followed by a sweet, soft kiss as his hands would fall to your hips once he’d make it through the door of your home in the settlement. You wished it could be like old times, but this was the closest to that that you’d gotten and you were proud of it. You had a nice home that almost was completely patched of all holes, working appliances thanks to the electricity you got going, clean water, food and some furniture to really spruce things up.

It was the activities that transpired after dinner however that left you both the most excited for when we would be home. You smiled cheekily as you returned from the bathroom, sitting against the doorway clad in a nightgown that you had made for yourself from collected fabrics. It was soft and silky, yet slightly see through, adorned by lace cups and lace around the bottom as it flowed out yet also hugged your frame. One where it left very little to the imagination of what lay underneath. “What do you think?” You asked excitedly yet with a sensual calm tone, making Cooper look up at you with a grin. He whistled as his eyes roamed your figure, loving the way it hugged your curves just right and let your pert nipples poke through the lace. “What do I think?” He asked, standing up and walking towards you, meeting you half way as you sauntered into the room. “I think you look like a dream come true, sweet pea” he said, his hands coming to rest on your hips as yours looped around his neck with a smile. “You like it? I made it myself” You asked, knowing by the tent in his briefs and the smirk on his lips that that answer was obvious. “Oh I love it” he said genuinely, trailing his hands along the smooth, silky fabric as he looked down at you with a soft smile before pulling you in for a kiss. You hummed contentedly into it, removing his hat from his head and placing it on your own with a chuckle into the kiss. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were propositionin’ me, little lady” he said, making you grin up at him with that half lidded look of mischief and love in your eyes that he just couldn’t get enough of. “Maybe I am” you answered as your eyes flitted between his and his lips, your hands coming to rest against his chest softly, just enough touch to tease, yet enough to make him chase after you for more. “Then let’s take it for a spin, hmm?” He asked, making you giggle softly before a light gasp left your lips as he leaned down, planting sweet kisses to your neck, making your eyes flutter shut in bliss. Your arms held him tighter, pressing your chest against his as his teeth found all your weak spots, being sure to exploit them to work you up even further and hear those beautiful sounds he loves so much. “Cooper…” you sighed, your head falling back at the feeling of his rough hands running along your body, grabbing at anything he could get his hands on. Between kneading the pleasantly soft flesh of your ass, to fondling your breasts, he just couldn’t get enough of you.

“Always look so pretty for me, sugar” he said, making you smile at his heartfelt compliment as he worked at the straps of your hand-tailored nightgown. “I always do my best for you” you replied, making him chuckle. “Don’t need to, you’re perfect as is” he responded, watching as it fell off of you with ease, the fabric pooling at your feet as he kissed you. He felt your hands smooth over his shirt as his tongue invaded your mouth, tasting the gin and sweet cherries you had with dinner, making him groan. You always tasted so damn sweet, so addictive. Sugar-Bombs be damned, you were 100% of his daily value of sugar and he wouldn’t want it any other way. When he noticed you had nothing on underneath, he couldn’t help but grin. “Look at you, you’re just so damn gorgeous, what’d a bastard like me ever do to get so lucky?” he complimented, making you smile giddily at his continued compliments. “By being you, Mr. Cooper Howard. Wouldn’t want you any other way” you replied, making him give something between a groan and a chuckle as your lips came to his neck. “The bed looks awful empty, what’dya say we change that?” You asked, grabbing his hand and leading him to the bed as he chuckled. “I like the way you think, sugar” he replied, watching as you sat down on the bed before him, looking to him expectantly. “C’mon don’t be shy now, tell me what you want” he said, but rather than speak your mind, your hands spoke for you, finding their way to the bottom of his shirt, lifting it up to where he’d take it off. He chuckled. “How ‘bout these? Want these off too, sweet pea?” He asked with a grin, knowing the answer before you even shook your head yes to confirm it. “Go on, take ‘em off for me. I know you like it more when I let you do it” he said softly, bringing your dainty small hands to his belt buckle, watching and helping you undo it and the button to his pants before taking a hold of his zipper with your teeth, and bringing it down. He groaned watching you toy with him, his fingers gliding through your hair, scratching your scalp before moving down to your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. “Eyes up here, darlin’” he teased, a grin on his lips as your pretty little doe eyes squinted with your smile, completely love drunk. He watched as you placed your fingers to his hips, helping pull down his pants and briefs as you looked him in the eyes the entire time. “Good girl, so good at it you ain’t even gotta look” he said, making you bite your lip and giggle as excitement was nearly tearing you apart, but you were being good. Patience was key, he loved drawing things out with you to where you were left absolutely crazy for each other.

“Sit your pretty self back some, let me have my dessert” he said, making a pleasant tingle flow through you straight to your throbbing clit. You did as you were told, scooting back a little and resting back on your hands as you spread your legs for him. “There ya go, nice ‘n wide for me, perfect. Look at you, so pretty for me. ‘f I had film in that old camera I’d snap a picture just to keep around of this sight” he said, making you grin up at him, the look in your eyes full of need as he got down on his knees at the edge of the bed. His lips trailed searing hot kisses up along the insides of your thigh, getting closer and closer to where you needed him most before placing the most feathered light kiss to your clit. Your hips bucked up involuntarily out of need and anticipation, a moan leaving you before you whined as he lavished the other thigh with kisses. He gave an amused chuckle. “Patience sweetheart, you’re doin’ so good for me. I promise it’ll pay off” he said, trailing back up to your soaking cunt where he’d placed soft, searing kisses to your clit, making your eyes flutter shut once more and your head drop back with a moan. He groaned at your taste, at the way one of your hands rested on his bald head to tell him how good he made you feel. He looked up at you as he let his tongue lull out, running it up your slit to your clit, flicking the tip of it against your sensitive nub. You keened at the sensation, your chest rising and falling drastically with the harsh inhales and exhales of your pants and moans, a small smile turned the corners of your lips as your eyes were shut. “Cooper…” you moaned, and it was music to his ruined ears. “Taste so good sugar, I swear it’s like you’re made of it” he said, placing a playful bite to the inside of one of your gummy thighs, earning a louder, surprised yet pleased moan in response. “Fuck…” you panted, making him chuckle as one of his fingers prodded your entrance, sliding in all the way to the knuckle as his tongue flicked against your clit in a rhythm that had you bucking your hips to meet his mouth. “Feels s’ good, please..” you begged, feeling him curl his finger inside of you to rub against that sensitive bundle of nerves. He was going to be the death of you one of these days, you swore it, he was too damn good at this. He watched as you looked down at him, unable to tear your eyes away from the sight of him eating you like a man starved. He gave a wink at you as your gazes met, smirking into you as he felt you get closer and closer. “That’s the spot, ain’t it sugar? That’s it, doin’ so good for me, I know you’re close. Let go for me honey, I’ve gotchya” he said, keeping that delicious pace with his tongue and fingers rubbing that spot inside, it didn’t take long for you to do just as he asked. With a moan you came on his fingers and his tongue, a low, feral groan leaving his throat and rumbling his chest as you did. “Good girl” he praised, making you whimper as he withdrew his fingers. his mouth and chin shining with your slick and his spit. He used his fingers to wipe it off, looking you in the eyes as he sucked on his fingers to remove it, groaning at the taste as he licked his lips clean.

He climbed up on the bed over top of you, leaning down to kiss you which you graciously accepted, unbothered by the taste of you on his lips and tongue. “Ready sweetheart?” He asked, making you shake your head yes at him, enjoying how desperate you were for him. He leaned back to rub his tip through your slit, collecting your slick and mingling with the pre-cum that beaded out from it. “Don’t tease, Coop..” you begged, making him chuckle. “I know, I know, just makin’ sure I don’t hurt ya” he said, before easing his way into your tight cunt. Didn’t matter how many times you two had sex, the stretch always burned at first but subsided into nothing but absolute bliss. “Doin’ so good for me, doin’ okay sweetheart?” He asked once he was fully sheathed inside you, waiting for you to tell him when to move and making sure you weren’t in pain. You looked up at him, that smile that he swore was the brightest thing in the universe eased all his worries. “I’m good, Coop. You can move whenever you’re ready” you said, making him chuckle as he leaned down to kiss you again, starting a soft, slower pace. He didn’t want to fuck you tonight, didn’t want to have sex with you, no. He wanted to make love to you, show you how much he loves you, show you how much he worships the ground you walk on. He wanted to give you everything you ever wanted and more just to see that pretty little smile in return, it’s all he ever asked for. You both moaned into your shared kiss, his one hand holding yours by your head, fingers intertwined with each other as the other rested on your hip. Your free hand roamed along his scarred back, your head tipping back as his thrusts were deep and calculated. You shut your eyes as his lips roamed your neck, once again abusing the sensitive skin to hear your voice sing for him. “Feel so good honey, like you were made for me” he said, making you hum at the thought, you certainly liked to think so. “Maybe I- hah~ was” you said between moans, making him chuckle dryly. “Maybe you were” he said, his lips attaching to one of your breasts, his tongue laving over one of your nipples as his other hand toyed with the other between his thumb and finger. You moaned as your head fell back against the pillows, hair fanning around your head like a halo. You were ethereal, he swore it. His perfect little angel to keep him out of too much trouble, but just naughty enough to keep him on his toes.

“I love you so much, darlin’. Love everything you do for me” he said, making you smile warmly. “I love you too Cooper, and everything you do to- I mean *for* me” you said playfully, making him laugh at your witty joke, feeling the way your gummy walls hugged him tight, fluttering around his cock as he kept a good steady pace. “Felt you tighten around me, go ‘head, let go for me baby. I’m here” he said, bringing his thumb down to rub tight circles against your clit, leaving your back arching off the mattress and a wide O shaping your lips. “Fuck…Cooper, cum with me, please…inside” you said, making him groan into your neck as he buried his face there. “Anything for you sweet pea” he replied, moaning into your shoulder as you held onto him for dear life, knowing your orgasm would hit you hard. And that it did. You saw white stars flash in your vision, as your body arched up from the mattress once more, pressing yourself to him as your walls clamped down around him, milking him of everything he had to offer you as he painted your walls white. You panted as you rode out your highs, his lips coming to yours for a sweet, gentle kiss before resting his forehead against yours.

As you both lay there, basking in the after glow, he couldn’t help but get lost in your eyes. “What’s that look for, hmm?” You asked teasingly, making him chuckle. “Just that I found the love of my life” he said, so casually as if it were common knowledge, making you give him that beaming smile he loved so much. Your hand came up to cup his cheek, rubbing the irradiated skin with your thumb as you closed your eyes and pressed your forehead to his once more. “Good, because I’ve been lookin’ at mine for a few months now, wondering when you’d finally admit it” you said, making him laugh along with you as he pulled out, got you both cleaned up and hooked you up to some RadAway. “Maybe I’ll go down to the market and getchya that ring you were eyein’ last time we went” he said, making you look at him astonished. “Oh Cooper, you ain’t gotta do that! You know how many caps that’ll run you?” You asked, making him laugh. “Does it look like I care? Besides, if it’s that ridiculously expensive, no one ever said anythin’ about spendin’ the caps if the person sellin’ it ended up missin’ somehow” he said with a grin, making you grin as you kissed him, only he could make murder look so good.

[h0ney-mochi]

a little kunikuzushi brainrot from the anon who sent the kissing scara ask ...... i just NEED someone to talk to about this ughh

okay. he's, of course, innocent as ever, so this one time when he comes across a ✨spicy✨ moment in some book he'd been reading, kuni doesn't understand what's happening in that scene. so he comes to you for help!

when he asks about it, you chuckle awkwardly and try to avoid explaining it to him, but kuni's eager to learn and doesn't want to give up easily. he's so cute omg

my brain has a limit, so what would you do?

(also, you seem like a pretty cool person! can i be 🧋 anon?)

Kunikuzushi x reader ;; readers pronouns not mentioned

SUGGESTIVE CONTENT (it's mainly sfw, but at the end it gets a little suggestive)

Summary: Kunikuzushi spends some of his time reading. His pure, innocent self comes across a.. scene, which he doesn't really understand, but from the sentences it's good..? So he comes to you, asking for your help on it. How could you deny him when he's so eager to know..?

A/n: WELCOME 🧋 ANON <33 Thank u sm for the ask!! I like to think I'm pretty alright :)) I don't think I wrote this well ahh.... 🙌

This made me think, a little hard to write on the explaining, so that part is a little messy.. but ahhh, explaining to lil innocent kuni what the scene is... his flushed reaction... aah~ the possibilities?!

Minor writer, dni if uncomfortable!

You're just relaxing in your room, writing some things down on a small paper. That's when you heard footsteps and the door open. You turn around and see that it's Kunikuzushi. You noticed that he had a book in hand. You greet him, asking what brings him to you, while you go back to your paper.

He walks next to you and sits down on the chair next to the desk. "Well I- there's this scene in the book and I don't understand.. it..?" He quickly opens up the book again and you put your pen down. Kuni shows you and you take it in your hands, reading. It takes you a moment to realize you're reading one of those spicy scenes. You stop reading as you widen your eyes, looking at him, back at the words and then back at him.

You put the book back in front of him, awkwardly laughing. "Well, that's- It's not really important, so you can just continue in the book," you say, smiling slightly at him, "It's not the the end, is it?" He nods, but continues to speak, "Well, yeah, but I want to know. She describes it as-" "I very well read what she described it as, Kuni," you chuckle, tapping your fingers against the desk, "But it's something you can learn later in life, you know-?"

"Why can't you just tell me?" He stares with a confused look, "Is it really that bad? The author certainly doesn't write it like that-" You let out a sigh, thinking, staring at the book. He leans down to meet your gaze, "Please?" You look at him. Is it really worth telling this pure soul what he just read? Well, his curiosity is adorable.. Oh dear. He won't back away that easily, so might as well just get over it, no?

"Alright, um," you start, clearing your throat, "Give me the book again." Kuni gives it to you and you head to the page. You read through the start of the scene and then a bit after, quickly grasping on what exactly you're about to explain to him. You're not sure if he genuinely does not know anything or maybe he knows something, just a little.. you hope he does, would ease your mind..

You start speaking, asking 'simple' questions first, such as how much does he know about anything related, and all that jazz. You're regretting everything as you're proven again that no, he does not know.

And so you explain. Bit by bit, you try your best to tell him that yes, that's seggs, and yes, a man has his dick inside a woman in the scene. And yes that they both receive pleasure. You tried your best, yet you had no idea what the fuck were you trying to say. But the more you tried to explain, the more you noticed his face getting hotter. He asks questions, you answer them.

At some point you shut up completely, seeing Kunikuzushi put his hands on his face for a moment. "Are you okay?? I know this is a very awkward topic, I don't know if I'm even telling you something," you chuckle a little. He takes his hands away and swallows. Kuni looks back at you, shifting in his seat, "..And how do they- how does that feel?" You blink. Thinking for a moment, you respond, "Well, it usually feels good, the author wrote it as.. well, we both read it."

"Have you done it?" His gaze is unfocused. You shake your head, "No, but I've read of it, maybe seen it, and few of my friends speak of it." It's silent, Kuni being lost in thought. Then he whispers an "Could we try it?" Your eyes widen at that. He looks at you with a pleading look, "Pleaase? I want to know how that is.." "Kuni, this is something you should really think about first-" You quickly respond, but he interrupts you.

"Please?"

..You can't say no to that, can you?

So with few more sentences, and him being eager to have you show him, you and him were on the bed. Your hand held his face as you told him how to kiss, Kuni immediately pressing his lips against yours when you stop talking.

Then you had him part his lips, so you could show him more how a kiss can be. Your hand on his cheeks, the other at his waist. In between kisses, he's telling you how he's feeling weirder and hotter. Each of your soft touch on his body was making him shudder and make noise in your mouth.

"Are you sure?" You ask again, hand tracing his arm. He nods quickly, "Yes, yes, please." So you continued. You laid down while telling Kuni what to do, telling him that yes, you can touch that, yeah you can touch that as well. It seemed like he couldn't focus though, too much information, too much of your touch, your words, you. His hands were a little shaky, he was flushed and his eyes always went from your eyes to your body. After a moment, he just mumbled out an 'It's too much..'

You nodded, saying it's completely fine. You understand. You laid him down and got on top, indulging him another kiss. His hands went on your shoulders, moaning in the kiss when your hand trailed down his stomach. Kuni pulls away, bucking his hips, "Lower.. please, touch me-" So you did. And his head falls back as a whine comes through. You press a kiss to his cheek, "I'll show you what they did, alright?"

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Could I request Larissa x student reader where r very smart but doesn't apply themselves because they don't work well in classroom settings so Larissa decides to tutor r herself. This leads to Larissa teaching r some other things when she learns r is a virgin.

Heyyy anon! Thanks for the request. I absolutely love this idea. Caring, warm NSFW Larissa has a special place in my heart. The student!reader is of age in this ofc.

First Times Ch 1: Humble Beginnings ~Larissa Weems xFem Student!Sorceress!Reader

Link to Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, virgin!reader, age gap (all legal), smut, eating out, implied future sex, kissing, etc.

Enjoy (;

You knew you weren’t dumb. Even with other students thinking that. You may have been failing majority of your classes, but you weren’t dumb. You were just bored.

With your magical abilities and your early thirst for knowledge, your classes just bored you. They were just so slow. You preferred learning things on your own either by experience or in your books.

One certain Friday evening after all classes had ceased, you were called into Principal Weems’ office. You knocked at the large set of doors and received a “Come in” from the other side. You entered the large yet comforting office.

“Ah, Ms. L/N! Please, do close the door and come sit down.” Principal Weems looked up from her work, greeting you and indicating to the chairs by her desk.

You did as you were told and sat down in a chair across from her and the desk.

“So, Ms. L/N… Do you have any idea why I called you in her today?” She asked you.

“Have I done anything wrong, Principal Weems?” You genuinely asked her.

“Darling, please call me Larissa when it’s just us, and not really…” she paused for a moment, “It’s about your grades, love.”

“Oh.” You suddenly felt embarrassed and like a disappointment, which was odd because you could care less about your grades.

“I know firsthand how smart you are, Dear. You crushed all the scholarship exams and essays with your intellect. So, I don’t understand what the problem is, perhaps you can enlighten me?” Larissa caringly explained.

“I don’t know… I just get… kinda bored.” You mumbled, head down and fiddling with your hands.

“Hmmmm… Would it perhaps be helpful if I tutored you for the time being? Maybe a change of scenery when learning would be less boring?” Larissa suggested.

Your stomach did flips at her words.

“I don’t know… sure.” You responded, looking up and meeting her caring eyes.

“Wonderful. Shall we say twice per school week plus Saturday mornings?” Larissa smiled.

“Ok.”

“Alright love, I’ll see you tomorrow at 9am sharp.”

You nodded and exited her office, you face red and your stomach churning in anticipation.

~~~

Weeks went by and Larissa’s tutoring was actually helping you, and your grades looked to be actually salvageable. And you also just enjoyed seeing Larissa three times a week now. It was nice to have someone who could play to your intelligence and challenge you.

You woke up this Saturday morning like the past ones, readying yourself for your 9am tutoring session with Larissa. On top of that, the Rave’N was this evening. You were trying to forget about it. It was stupid. Teenagers were stupid. You just didn’t understand them.

Trying to ignore the impending dance, you made your way through mainly sleeping school to Larissa’s office. You knocked and entered as per usual.

“Good Morning, Dear.” Larissa greeted you.

“Morning.” you replied with a slight yawn.

“Awww, is my little smarty pants still tired…?” Larissa teased you.

You blushed heavily at her lighthearted comment. You always blushed hard around her…

You sat down in your usual chair and brought out your work. Although have of your sessions were usually just you and Larissa chatting…

“The Rave’N is tonight. Will I be seeing you there?” Larissa inquired.

Your head shot up from your studies, “Your going to the Rave’N?”

“Hmmmm, yes I am. Are you?”

“I don’t know… I wasn’t going to.”

“Oh, why is that?” Larissa asked, putting her own work aside, becoming more intrigued in the conversation.

“I just… I think it’s all kinda dumb.” You confessed.

“What about it is dumb?” Larissa questioned.

“Oh I mean no offense!” You immediately gushed out, not wanting to accidentally offend Larissa, “It’s just that everyone is just talking about dates and after parties and activities.”

Larissa hummed in response, “And you think that’s all dumb?”

“No, I just think it’s just… I don’t know… I just don’t know much about any of that…” you bashfully admitted, completely prepared for Larissa to laugh at the fact that there is a topic in which your completely inexperienced in.

But Larissa didn’t do that.

“You don’t know much about what exactly? Dating?” Larissa asked with surprise.

“No… well yes and parties and dating related activities, like sex…” you practically whispered the last of your words.

It took Larissa a second to process your words and her own shock.

“You’re a virgin?” She bluntly asked.

“Yes…” you choked out, face red with embarrassment.

Larissa immediately registered your demeanor, “Hey love, it’s alright. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Tears were staring to threaten your eyes, “Right but it means that I don’t know anything in that area… I’m just useless in that subject matter…”

Larissa immediately got up from her chair, to your surprise, and just embraced you.

“You are not useless. And I’m sure that whomever you choose to be with you for the first time will be extremely lucky to have you and be extremely knowledgeable in the matter.” Larissa comforted you.

“Does that sounds like any teenager you know?” You rhetorically questioned the woman with a tone of self-deprecating humor.

Larissa looked into your eyes, reassuring you “You will find someone.”

You gave her a weak smile.

“Why don’t we end early today and I’ll plan to see you at the dance?” Larissa suggested.

“Ok.” You said through a chocked voice, and you left.

You left Larissa in her office to contemplate her words…

You did have a point… What teenager could actually serve your needs?

Larissa put her doubts away, reassuring herself that you would indeed find someone.

~~~

You spent the rest of your day replaying the morning in your mind. Until, it was time for the dance. You found your best white outfit, putting it on, and made your way to the dance.

Like normal, you were just kinda ignored by all. You had gotten used to it. You spotted Larissa and Ms Thornhill in a corner of the room, Larissa wearing a stunning white dress… Although, when was she never not stunning…

Having nothing else to do anyways, you made your way over to the two staff members.

“Miss L/N, might I say lovely you look.” Larissa complimented you with a glint in her eyes just for you.

“Thank you, Principal Weems. You do as well.” You responded, causing Larissa to have the tiniest blush wash over her face.

“I’m gonna go refill the punch.” Ms Thornhill declared, leaving the two of you.

“So… any luck finding someone?” Larissa asked you.

You chuckled in self defeat, “No…”

“Oh. Well I’m sorry love.” Larissa comforted you while looking around the party.

This entire time she had witnessed everyone just ignore you.

Everyone ignore your brilliance, your beauty, your attractiveness…

“Would you…” Larissa began, “Would you perhaps be interested in going to have a drink in my office?”

“I’d like that.” You immediately returned, wanting to get away from everyone as quickly as possible.

Larissa nodded. And she led you to her office.

Closing the door behind you, she made her way to her desk, but instead of going to her liquor cabinet, she simply leaned against the desk.

“Is everything alright?” You asked the tall blonde.

“Hm?” Larissa caught your eye, being brought back from deep thought by your words.

“Are you ok?” you repeated your concern.

“I…” Larissa began her statement but paused again, scrunching her brows,

“What if… What if I taught you?” she hesitantly spoke, not meeting your eye.

“What?” You asked, your stomach doing summersaults at Larissa’s words.

Larissa moved and leaned against the desk where she was now facing you directly. She slowly raised herself where she was now looming over you.

“Do I make you nervous, darling?” She whispered, while tucking a stray hair behind you ear.

Your cheeks flushed with redness at her close presence and intimate words. You stuttered to find your words, but failed.

Larissa came down to your face, cupping your cheek, “Would it be alright if I kiss you?”

You sheepishly nodded.

“I need you to use your words, Darling.” She purred.

“Yes, please…” you whispered.

Larissa then grazed her lips to yours, before taking you in fully. You hadn’t ever done this before, so you kinda panicked. Larissa registered this and guided your hands to her shoulder and hips.

“Is this alright, love?” she asked, wanting to make sure to check in with you.

“Yes.” You whimpered into her lips.

She then slowly moved you to sit on her lap in her office chair.

“Relax, love… you’re safe here.” Larissa cooed as you slowly relaxed into the kiss more.

She gently guided you to straddle her over the chair, “Is this alright, love…?”

“Yes, god yes…” you breathlessly responded.

The kiss got more passionate and needy as Larissa was taking her time exploring your cavern with her tongue. At one point you full on moaned as Larissa had instinctually bucked her hips up and met your sensitive core. You blushed furiously at the sound you had just admitted.

“Hey, no… I want to hear you, my Darling.” Larissa cooed, she lowered her voice and purred into your ear “I want to hear you scream my name in pleasure, as I’m the one who takes you for the first time… But only if that’s what you truly want.”

You whimpered at her words, and your own hips were slightly jerking forward in search for some kind of friction.

Then Larissa pulled away with a serious look, “But only if that’s truly what you want, Y/N.” She seriously repeated herself.

God, your name on her lips was divine…

Her caring, lustful eyes meet your desperately needy one.

“Yes, god yes… Please Larissa…!” You mewled and bucked your hips into her lap, meanwhile being completely shook at your own words.

Larissa smirked at your own shock from your desperation.

“Ok. Well if your uncomfortable with anything just say ‘red’, okay?”

“I understand.” You whimpered, desperate for her touch.

Larissa then proceeded to pick you up and swap places with you, placing herself in between your legs.

“Can I roll your dress up?” She gently asked.

You bit your lip and nodded, “yes please..”

Larissa then rolled your dress up to give her enough access.

“Spread your legs for me, love?” Larissa cooed.

You did as you were told.

Then Larissa began peppering your thighs with kisses and marks, eliciting little moans and whimpers from you. Larissa worked her way up your thighs until she was met by your knickers.

“Can I take these off” she asked breathlessly and her own pupils now blown up.

“Please…!” You eagerly nodded.

Removing your knickers, Larissa was met with your soaked cunt, making her mouth water.

“Would you prefer my tongue or my fingers, love?” Larissa asked, looking up at you, her eyes full of care and lust.

You gulped and went red at her question.

“Um… tongue?”

Larissa nodded, lowering herself to your heat. She began slowly, dragging her tongue through your wet folds. Sparks of electricity washed through you with every swipe of her tongue against your core.

“OHhhhH, god yes…!” You breathily moaned, bucking your hips up to meet Larissa’s tongue.

Larissa took that as a sign for her to be able to speed up a bit, eliciting only more moans and mewls from your lips. And when Larissa began to tongue fuck your pussy… You were screaming for her, your thighs clenching around her head.

“Please… please…!” You pled.

“What, love? Use your words.” Larissa purred into your pussy.

“Mmm’ go faster please…!!” You moaned out, your back arching into the pleasure.

Larissa happily obliged, fucking your cunt with her tongue even faster. Her hands were keeping your thighs from crushing her head as you cried out in pleasure. Larissa felt your walls start to flutter more and more against her tongue.

“Do you want to cum, love?”

“Yes please!!” You cried out, jerking your hips desperately to meet Larissa’s tongue.

“Go ahead, darling. Cum for me.” Larissa purred into your cunt, as she tongue fucked you over your edge.

You screamed her name, as your whole body was washed over by a white, pleasurable heat. Larissa lapped your cunt up and cleaned you up, helping you down from your high. As she came up to your level again, she found you a panting, post-orgasm blissful mess.

Larissa smiled at the sight. This time it was you who leaned in and connected your lips to yours. You moaned into the kiss, tasting yourself on Larissa’s mouth. You both broke the kiss for air. Then you both just sat there and laughed for a second. Larissa stroked your cheek, smiling.

“Maybe next time…” you whispered, your shyness returning, “you could use your fingers…?”

Larissa chuckled at your comment and nodded.

“If you want there to be a next time, i have many other things to show you.” Larissa purred into your ear.

~~~

Chapter 2 with more new experiences… 😉

Larissa Weems Masterlist

[doberbutts]

for the ask game of what I wouldn't tell you off anon, I think you are very handsome from the pics you've shown. however in said pics you weren't the focus so it would feel rude to make comments, even if they are positive.

you are just very nice to look at, you have one of those just, how do I describe? soft is the wrong word, but its what came to mind. you feel like you'd have a really good laugh and your smile would make people happy bc of how genuine it is. that you are someone with a lot of passion and care and it would show in person and does show in pictures. its just a very attractive set of qualities.

also you are visually pleasing in other ways, there is a nice, ah, flow? to your body. as in the way your shoulders lead to your arms and the way your chest, belly and thighs flow. I am not great at describing this sort of thing and I can only really use terms that seem like I'm describing art, but yeah, just you look wonderful.

sorry if this made you feel uncomfortable or weird in any form, not my intention. wanted to partipate in the game/request, but I am very sorry if this was impolite or felt objectifying at all. I know body compliments, rather than compliments on things you have chosen, can come across as rude. especially in an enviroment where you cannot see the other person.

have a wonderful day, hope you enjoy my long, rather rambling ask.

Well first of all anon that's probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me so it's not rude at all! Thank you, that was very fantastic to hear.

Second, omg same hat I am so bad at complimenting people without feeling like I'm describing them the way I would describe art. I literally just did that at club lmao there was a guy being somewhat self-conscious about significant body weight gain and I was like dude first of all you should talk to my friends because they'd all be drooling over you and second of all you have a really broad shoulder and you're really triangular in the upper body so I can see your strength in your pecs and in the muscles that connect your arms to your back and the way your torso flows down to your loin and sure you have a belly but it compliments the look etc etc and he just did this little shy smile.

I'm not attracted to him per say bc he's married and straight and I am very much gay and not looking to add myself into that level of complex relationship HOWEVER I think if he were a single gay/bi/pan man I would consider him very attractive. But I'm so bad at discussing what makes someone physically attractive outside of just describing their anatomy. Which I'm told is usually not received as sexy. But maybe I am too demi for this.

[gabessquishytum]

Hello Friend,

With US Thanksgiving coming up I’m feeling really very thankful and feel the need to tell you. You, without fail, make my day better everyday. I read your blog like some people might their newspapers and it can often help me relax after a long day. Even when I am not your target audience I can always see how your writing is so thoughtful, excited, and well-rounded. You just care so much and I know it must take so much effort to reply to all these asks but you do it with such compassion and vigor that I read things I never thought I would. I have discovered new tropes and kinks I enjoy and it’s even helped me get desensitized to some of my previous icks which I am grateful for. But it has also brought me countless smiles and expanded my imagination in so few words. I think sometimes we internalize that horny writings™️ are LESS than others but you have helped me truly get over that internalized superiority complex I had.

You have genuinely brought me so much joy that I sometimes think I love you in the way only a fan can love a creator. I love you in the way a stranger can never express to another stranger on the internet but longs to. Please let me know if you ever get a Patreon or a Kofi or a Paypal even because I feel such guilt in never being able to repay you for the joy you have brought me. Truly, you are one of my favorite fandom creators ever like top 3 (Aria is in there with you fyi).

I’m sorry if this is creepy but you have truly made me unhinged and I am grateful for it. You compel me to think of my own words for fandom which has never happened to me before. You compel me to think more and to love more (and be more of a horndog lol) and you are so special for that.

I hope you have an amazing holiday season and know that you are loved and appreciated (hopefully by friends and family) but especially by strangers on this hellsite.

All the best,

🧶

P.S. I am sorry this got weirdly rambley and maybe borderline creepy - I am just like this lol.

Beloved 🧶 anon please know I am having a little cry over your message. I am feeling so so under the weather and sick at the moment and this is just the nicest thing i could have received.

It makes me so happy and proud to know that my blog helps you relax and makes you feel good. I do love making my silly posts and collaborating with you guys, it really does mean the world to me. I try not to talk about it a lot but I am currently very disabled and as a result I can't work, so I've kinda started seeing this blog as my fun little job that brings enrichment into my life. It makes me happy and gives me a sense of accomplishment and community and I'm so grateful for that.

Every time someone writes to me with a kink they enjoy or a prompt or anything really, I DO feel so much enthusiasm and care for each one and I'm so glad that you guys can feel that in the posts.

I'm so thankful to all of you and especially you 🧶 anon, it means the world to get such lovely feedback on my weird little beloved horny passion project. Love you all.

[daydream-cement]

Hope you're doing well <3 I saw that person ask about Larissa being an actual mom, h'bout she had an affair in her later years and has a son (she's a single mom... for now) who's around 8-10 yrs old and he's usually in school when she works- but during weekends she brings him to Nevermore? Maybe the story can be set during the parents weekend so it can shock Morticia 😂Thank you! Tbh just do as you wish with the prompt, I like ur creativity :D!

Larissa Weems’ Son

Authors Note: anon this request is amazing and you made me laugh bc i know i was absolutely crazy with my post about timelines of having kids xD i based this little boy after my sweet little neighbor boy

“Come on, bubby.” Larissa lovingly called to her son, using one of her many terms of endearment. George dashed down the hallway behind her, bound in his arms was his massive Encyclopedia of Sharks.

“Awh, mom. Can’t I stay in your office?” He whined, taking ahold of her hand and clumsily tucking the big book beneath his arm.

“Georgie, last time I left you in my office, you pulled out all the Nevermore historical artifacts and broke something.” Larissa teased. Her son was as deeply interested in history and science as she had been when she was his age.

He remained silent, a scowl gracing his features. He looked so much like his mother, his white blonde hair and nose, but his eyes were a reminder of Larissa’s drunken one-night stand with his father. They were a brilliant green. Regardless of who he got them from, she absolutely adored his sweet green eyes.

When they reached the quad, the older kids excitedly took him from Larissa. They loved doting on him and talking to him about all the things he read about. He went on and on about sharks and sea life, sometimes he even switched subjects to talk about what he would do if there was a zombie apocalypse. Enid Sinclair was one student in particular that loved George. She would sit with him for hours and listen to him talk, even actively participate in discussions about zombies.

Larissa left her son be with the students, knowing they would take wonderful care of him. She made it a point to mingle with various parents and guardians. Every so often she would glance back over to George as he sat between Yoko and Enid, enjoying his book.

It was the time she glanced over at him and saw Morticia Addams bending over the picnic table to speak to Georgie that Larissa knew she should check on him.

Larissa approached Georgie from behind, placing her hands on his small shoulders. He glanced up at her for only a moment before going back to telling Yoko about the intricacies of shark buoyancy.

“Larissa! Wonderful to see you. I didn’t know we were taking students this young.” Morticia was quick to the point, knowing exactly that this line of conversation would indirectly expose why this boy looked just like Larissa.

Larissa put on her best diplomatic smile and introduced her son, “This is my son, George.”

It was still no less shocking to hear. Morticia suspected this boy belonged to Larissa, but she also never expected her old roommate to have children. Her jaw hung open for a moment and she spoke again, her tone more genuine than cutting, “I’m really happy for you, Larissa.”

Larissa was taken aback. It wasn’t everyday that she received a statement from Morticia Addams that wasn’t tainted with a second meaning.

“Thank you, Morticia. He has been my greatest accomplishment.” Larissa raised a gloved hand to his blond locks and gently stroked his hair.

Morticia glanced to her husband and two kids. Pugsley and Gomez seemed to be chatting while Wednesday wore her usual look of annoyance, “I totally understand what you mean.”

[inkykeiji]

Hiii Clari 🫶🏻 would you ever consider officially publishing anything? I feel like if I read a novel written by thee Clari I wouldn’t know what to do with myself. Like you know when you read a book so good you’re not sure how to go on with life after youve finished it.

Also sorry idk if that came off as a weird compliment.

All love to you 💗💗

hi bb!!! <333 AAAAAAH anon i can’t even put into words how big this ask made me smile!!! it is one of my lifelong goals to publish novels, so yes, i definitely plan to publish original work one day!!!

waaah you’re so so so cute please (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) it definitely did not come off as a weird compliment at all tbh, i totally get what you mean and i’m genuinely so flattered that you think that’s how my novel would make you feel!! aaah i rly hope it does!!! i’m sending so much love your way sweetpea, thank you so much for this ask it made my entire week when i received it <33

[icedmetaltea]

Hello :p I am not the greatest with words but I do want you to know that you've made my day more than once. You've always answered an ask of mine no matter how random which I do appreciate. Your art brings me a smile and the things you reblog make me laugh or learn about important things. Let's not forget your writing as well. I still lack the confidence to publish my work on ao3 but I have shared drabbles of my writing with you because you genuinely inspired me. You have fun with your writing and it’s nice to see.

I would also like to mention how blunt and open you are about questions. It's something I don't see often and it has helped me feel better about myself. I remember you receiving an ask about your gender and you told the anon about your experience and opinions about the whole thing. It opened my eyes to some things and allowed me to get a better view of myself. I've been more comfortable with my body and mind just because of you.

If you do end up leaving Tumblr I'll be sure to follow and support you on whatever app you move to. Personally, I would like it if you stayed here but in the end, it's up to you. I am sorry to hear that you haven't been receiving many notes as of late. I am still sort of new to Tumblr so I am not sure how things work but I don't think it's anything you're doing. There's been a new wave of people on here and from what I've been seeing most people just leave likes and no reblogs because they don't understand the system. You're not being annoying with the stuff you queue and reblog, it's quite literally what Tumblr is all about. It's good that you're always sharing and tagging things and I'm sure you've made other people's days doing that.

I am sorry for the rambling. Please do not be so hard on yourself. If you need a break please take one. Enjoy yourself and enjoy life. I hope things get better and I send my best wishes to you

Thank you so so much anon, this really means more than I could express. I've been bouncing between hating myself and my work but since I recently got an official depression diagnosis I'm trying to remind myself that my perception of myself is all skewed rn. And even if the stuff I create is as bad as I see it right now, it doesn't matter. If I can help anyone in any way or bring at least one person joy with what I make, that is enough ❤️

[blaqueswanzaghouliishiilikeda]

Just wanted to say your mind is so subtle and you pick up on so many interesting details and levels (e.g. microaggressions), empathy or lack of empathy of Daniel for Claudia.

Just wish you to have a good week (whatever your definition of good is) and say that your voice is so appreciated and interesting to read.

awww okay wait thank you 🥹😭🥺💕💕. thank you for your thoughts and your kind words. and thank you for starting me off with kindness on a Monday TUESDAY with wishes to extend that out into the week. thank you!

I’m really happy that my thoughts are like appreciated and being engaged with in such a positive way. i was initially really really shy to share what i had to say but tbh i found myself on certain people anon boxes who made me feel like this. like they engaged with the story in a way that made a story and world that i couldn’t mentally leave alone even more full.

Daniel, daniel daniel. i cant tell you enough. Im glad you’re receptive to my thoughts on him bc at first i thought i was just being a hater LOL, but i looked a little further and found beautiful smart black minds in the fandom and also beautiful smart non black minds as well and they were engaging with the work in a way that made me say matrixwhore!? Unpack your bags [thoughts and feelings]!! you are home!!! he left me with so much to say and feel so often it took me a while not to get over them and to know there are people like you and like anyone else who is not afraid to love on these insane vampires and also be critical and give them the lashings they deserve. love to know there’s a place for me here.

they packed this story with so much it’s a shame there are some who are flat out incurious like literally months later people are still saying things that make my brain do somersaults!! its touched personal passions other people have that have opened my mind up a bit. What your saying is so real there’s so much there and so much more to come and not everything is gonna be received the same, sure. its not perfect of course not. but it certainly is a deranged wonderland and its fun. im enjoying sharing with you now and engaging and anyone others. literally this is genuinely such a great personal experience for me. i don’t want to get too personal, but it really has given me a shift that i think about often and smile about. it’s not to say i don’t see the things that aren’t great. but its to say thank you for bringing greatness and kindness to my ask box.

[foreverrogers]

Omg I just read your fics and I LOVE your writing!!! 💖 I don't know if your requests are open, but if they are, could you write a sub! virgin! tasm! peter x soft dom! reader, and the reader is more experienced than him,,, like let's say they're hanging out with a group of friends playing truth or drink, and she finds out peter is still a virgin?? so blah blah blah they talk and he feels pretty embarassed but she helps him calm down and stuff so she tells him she could help him if he wants to, and he does want her to, so when they're finally doing it she keeps asking him questions like if he's Okay with what she's doing and making sure he's not uncomfortable? Also w a llloooottt of praise kink (peter receiving ofc cus hes a subby baby.) Also if you don't want to do it, no pressure. Sorry if this is too long!

kissing lessons

Pairing: virgin!tasm!peter parker x f!reader

Summary: finding out your best friend is a virgin during a game of truth or drink quickly turns into kissing lessons... and... a slightly spicier version of kissing lessons

Warnings: SMUT!!! 18+!!!! NSFW!!! loss of virginity, protected sex, friends to lovers, peter and reader are hopeless at confessing their feelings, pretty loosely edited woops

Words: 3k

A/N: this was supposed to be a blurb and then i got too many ideas and got very carried away so uhhhhhh here she is I'm in love with this fic - thank you so much lovely anon for requesting!! love this idea and love that it feeds my favourite niche of virgin!peter. yet another title based off of a lucy dacus song lmao. hope you enjoy !!

request something! masterlist

It was a simple enough question.

Maybe not the fairest one, or the tamest, and definitely a little personal for two people who barely knew each other, but your roommate was definitely trying to hit on Peter, and this seemed to be her chosen method of flirtation.

How was your first time?

It's a simple enough question, and yet you watch Peter turn bright red in a split second, collapse inwards with the heat of a supernova as he hides behind his cup, tries to play it off with a smile and takes a long gulp of its contents.

You hear your roommate make a comment, something about him being no fun, about not having to be embarrassed, but you're the only person here who's known him for long enough to know his tells, and you recognise something different in the look in his eyes.

When everyone's a little more than tipsy, slumping over cold pizza and melting into couches, Peter quietly excuses himself. He's quickly grown more sober than your friends, super-human metabolism and all, and you watch him from your position on the floor as he slips behind your bedroom door.

You don't say anything when you move to follow him, know nobody would notice your shared absence anyway, and when you find him he's perching just beyond the window, legs dangling through the railing as he sits on your fire escape.

"Hey, want some company?"

Peter smiles when he sees you, a genuine smile, shuffles to the side a little to make more room for you to slip beside him. "Yours? Always."

There's a comfortable silence for a long moment, you slotted beside him, arms meeting in the familiar connection of bare skin against bare skin. "Sorry if it made you uncomfortable, earlier," You start, don't look at him, take in the beautiful view of your neighbour's drawn curtains and the dark alley below. "That stupid question... I think it was just a weird way of flirting with you."

Peter whips his head towards you at that, eyebrows pinched together in confusion, a smile playing at his lips. "You think your roommate has a crush on me?"

"Oh, I know she has a crush on you," You laugh, lean closer as he turns away again. You watch him for a moment, in the silence, trace the curve of his lips and the sharpness of his jaw with your eyes. "What, you don't think she's pretty?"

"Well, it's not that I- You know..." It takes him a moment to look at you, but when he finally does there's something in his eyes you can't quite read, something different, something tender. "I kinda have someone else in mind."

"Oh, yeah?" You smile, grinning now, sway a little so your arm bumps against his lightly. "Well, they would be lucky to have you, Parker."

He's still got the same look in his eyes, watches you so intently, so carefully, like you're some rarity that's suddenly appeared beside him. There's another beat of silence. "You think?"

Something's shifted, you think, charges the air between you with something you've never experienced before. All you do is nod in response, still smiling, watch him watching you and suddenly find yourself overcome with this sense of being seen. Seen in the rawest sense, the way a soul sees another kindred soul.

A car alarm sounds somewhere in the distance, echos off of the concrete and the glass of your neighbourhood, cutting through the dead of night. It draws both of your attention towards it for a moment, and, beside you, you can feel Peter tense a little, like he's ready to burst into action, always the knight in skin-tight spandex ready to save the day.

It only takes a few seconds for it to disappear, drops you back into the quiet of this moment between you. The silence is a little less comfortable. "Can I ask you a question you don't have to answer?"

You pull your legs up through the railing slowly, hug them against your chest, and when you turn to face him again Peter's still looking at you. He smiles. "Do I have to drink if I don't?"

"Mm-mm," You hum, shake your head softly with a grin he thinks must be bright enough to light up every patch of darkness in a ten-block radius.

"What'd'ya wanna know?"

You chew at the inside of your lip, smile falling a little as you consider the question. "Earlier... Did you drink because it was an embarrassing story, or because there was no story to tell?"

It's dark out, the space between you only dimly lit by whatever manages to filter through your open window, but even still you see the way his face flushes, a patchy bright red that climbs up the column of his throat and spreads across his cheeks. He dips his head, looks down at his hands fidgeting in his lap. "Was it that obvious?"

"It- Hey." You're not sure what possesses you to do it, but all of a sudden your hand is under his chin, tilting it up, brings his face back towards yours. The contact brings a shock of static electricity you try to ignore, don't move to pull away your hand. You shrug, shake your head with a reassuring smile. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"I feel pretty embarrassed about it," He mutters, but he laughs at least, brings a lightness that draws the same response out of you.

You're smiling at him, watch his eyes flit down to the fingers still beneath his chin and finally pull away, reach up to brush a loose tuft of hair out of his face instead. "We could always bring back kissing lessons."

Peter laughs again, a more surprised one, comes out as a rush of warm air against your skin. "From middle school?"

"Yeah, from middle school. They were helpful!" You defend, smiling wide, shuffle to bump the toe of your shoe against his knee. "I was a really good kisser by the time Dylan Bradshaw finally asked me out."

"And then he broke up with you two weeks later."

"God, don't remind me," You mumble, roll your eyes playfully. "His loss."

When you both manage to stop laughing Peter gives you that look again, the one that's so clouded and unreadable it's starting to irritate you. It was your thing, after all these years, being able to read each other no matter what, saying things that didn't need to be said aloud. He bites his lip, which is a new addition, tugs at something in your chest you can't quite explain. "Kissing lessons 2.0?"

"Yeah, why not? It'll be practice... For when that girl you had in mind finally comes around."

Peter brings his hand up, brushes his thumb across your cheek as he moves to cup your face, slow enough that you have time to take it back, to flinch away and assure it had all been a joke. You don't pull away.

In the humour of it, you almost don't register what you're suggesting really means, what it means that you're both entertaining the idea, that you're both here agreeing to it, that you're both so quick to disregard the consequences.

You still don't completely understand it, not even when Peter's leaning in and his lips are on yours, warm and soft and just how you remembered.

Peter's kissing you, and you're kissing him, here on your fire escape in the middle of the night. For practice, of course.

It's still for practice, even as he deepens the kiss, tongue slipping into your mouth, smiles when he feels your fingers tangle into his hair.

"I see you remember some things," You mutter, whisper it between kisses and shared smiles.

"I guess they were pretty helpful."

Peter doesn't protest when your hand bunches into the front of his shirt, when you pull him back through the window and guide him towards your bed. And it's still, without a doubt, completely, totally, undeniably for practice.

Peter's sitting at the edge of your bed, looking up at you with those eyes and you know now. Know what was underneath that unreadable look on the fire escape. You can't ignore the way it makes you feel, the power it gives you.

"Scooch," You smile, wave your hands at him to move further back against the bed, momentarily break him out of the trance you've seemed to put him in.

Peter shuffles up the bed, stops when he feels the sturdy coolness of your headboard against his back. And then you're in his lap, knees on either side of his hips, pressed so close and yet not close enough, can't fathom you ever being close enough.

He leans in, tries to kiss you only for you to pull away at the last second, a light smirk on your lips. You lean just a little bit closer, lips hovering above his, almost brushing them, lets him breathe the same warm breath from your lungs. "Peter."

"Yeah?"

"Take your shirt off."

It hitches his breath, the request, waits for you to nod at him before he's grasping at the collar of his shirt and tugging.

He watches as your eyes roam down his chest, the smooth, defined muscle that carves the planes of his front, a sculpted wonder released from its marble. He thinks you might gulp, but he's too dizzy to think about it too hard.

"Good," You whisper, nod again, press a soft kiss to his lips in reward. "Now mine."

Peter definitely gulps, has to get past the rising lump in his throat before he can reach for the hem of your shirt. You lift your arms up to allow the motion, reveal the black bra you're wearing underneath, lacy edges pressed against your skin.

He runs his thumbs across that line, just because he wants to, and just because he can, feels the lace and the warmth of your skin under his fingertips as he moves to hold your sides.

"We can stop whenever you want to, okay?"

"I don't want to stop," He breathes, and you can tell just how much he means it by the way he searches your eyes, the desperation in them, the devotion.

"Good," You repeat, and this time when you kiss him it's heavier, presses deeper, matches the pressure of your hips against the growing bulge in his jeans.

Every shift draws a brand new sound from the back of his throat, whines and groans and wordless pleas, the lexicon of Peter Parker, this beautiful boy that turned to putty in your hands the moment you touched him.

"I don't know what to do with my hands."

You laugh against him, savour a few more lazy kisses before you're slipping your hands over his. "Well... You can touch me here..."

You guide him down, hands splayed around the dip of your waist, press down to find a tighter grip, one that has you circling your hips and earning another shaky exhale.

"Or here..."

You urge him just a little lower, squeeze his hands over the flesh of your hips.

"Or here..."

You only take one hand this time, let the other rest firm and steadfast at your hip, guide his touch around the side of your neck, across your collarbone, around the base of your throat, slipping down and down until you're pushing aside one cup of your bra, letting him take a handful of your breast, feel the peak of your nipple against his palm. Peter gulps again.

"You can touch me anywhere you want."

And it's practice. Definitely still practice when his arms wrap around your middle to press you firmly against him, scoops you up without a word and shifts you onto your back, swallows up the gasp that melts into a giggle. It's practice when you unclasp your bra and keen into the feeling of his warm mouth down your sternum and around your nipple, when he learns what you sound like moaning his name and what your hand feels like wrapped around his cock.

Everything is hazy and dizzying and everything is on fucking fire. Peter's never felt this good in his life, so drunk on it he thinks he must go into autopilot, barely registers you telling him which drawer the condoms are in and his quick retrieval mission.

"You still wanna keep going?"

"Please," He mutters, almost whines it into your mouth, has to consciously stop himself from bucking into the slow stroke of your hand.

You withdraw your touch, suddenly, leaves him aching and needy, get to quick work on your jeans and your panties as he shuffles his own off.

Your eyes meet in the dim light, bare bodies and heavy breath and foggy thoughts, and at that moment the only reasonable option is to laugh into a messy kiss, all teeth and soft sighs.

Practice is your mantra of the night. It's what you keep telling yourself even as you stop believing it, when he's finally sinking into you and filling you up and everything clicks into place.

Peter feels like he was made for you, like he was poured into your body and moulded as your other half. You've never been so sure of anything in your entire life as you are in this moment.

"You okay, Pete?"

"Yeah," He whispers, head dipped into the crook of your neck, so close you can hear every tremor in his breath. "Yeah, you feel so fucking good, Y/n. Fuck."

You laugh a little, the sound reverberating through chests pressed flush together, slip your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and pull him into a kiss. He still hasn't started moving, lets you feel every ridge of his cock inside you. Practice. "Take whatever you want, baby. I'm all yours."

You hear his breath hitch, comes at the same time as he starts to slowly drag his hips back, manages a few inches before he's pressing back in. "Say it again," He mutters, movements just that little bit faster, grasp at your thigh deliciously bruising.

"What? Want me to call you baby?" The snap of his hips is confirmation enough, sends a shock of pleasure up your spine so strong it makes you gasp. "Gotta say yes, baby. Talk to me."

"Yes," He groans, movements even faster now, face twisting beautifully with the gape of his mouth and the darkness of his eyes. You think you could write poetry about that crease between his eyebrow, think it could stop the rotation of planets, make whole civilisations crumble. "Please, fuck, yes."

"Didn't need the practice at all, did you, baby? Fucking me so good already. Feels so perfect, Pete."

Peter finds it quickly, the pace you need to make you tremble in his hands, makes you pulse around him until he forgets ever not feeling like this. It consumes him whole, the heat and the sounds and your voice in his ear, starts to build and build and build the tension in the pit of his stomach faster than he's willing to let go. "Y/n-"

"I know, baby. C'mere, give me your hand."

His palm is slick with sweat when he pulls it away from your thigh, watches you guide him between your legs and press his thumb firmly against your clit.

And he's nothing if not bright, your boy, doesn't need much more of a hint to start making tight circles over the sensitive bud, makes you gasp into his mouth when he finally comes back up to kiss you.

"So close," He whines, desperate and high pitched and beautiful, open mouth hot against yours.

"That's it, want you to cum for me, baby. Just need a little more, 'm right behind you."

It doesn't take much more, makes sure to quicken the pressure of his thumb against your clit while he can still think, only needs a few more sharp, stuttered movements of his hips before he's pressing as deep inside you as he can, spills hot and full as he groans your name into the crook of your neck.

And that feeling, that pulsing twitch inside you, the idea that it was you making him feel that good, is suddenly too much all at once, washes over you like being drowned in molten honey.

All you can hear is heavy breath and pounding heartbeats for a long moment, feel the sync of the rhythm as Peter collapses against you, slowly starts to kiss along your collarbone, warm at the base of your throat.

You smile when your eyes finally meet again, grins melting into a soft kiss.

"You good?" You whisper, feel him slip his hand between you to slowly pull out.

He nods lightly, feels you sigh against him when you're finally empty again.

Peter pulls you with him when he rolls onto his back, slips you both under the covers, watches as you make yourself comfortable against his chest.

"How was my lesson?"

"Perfect," He starts, matches the grin that spreads across your face. "I think I might need a couple more if there's gonna be an exam, though."

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[ikea-employee]

Thank you for coming back! Glad to see you are doing okay.

Can we be blessed by the relationship hcs of Banshee-44 x male!reader, please? It would be nice to include NSFW as well.

Aww thank you anon <3!! But, dear anon… Of course I’ll write Banshee hcs for you!!! I adore him with all my heart <3 Also.. Nsfw you say..👀 Afternote: I kind of went insane on the nsfw part excuse me for simping please- Banshee anon, enjoy bdhb :,D

Banshee-44 x Male!Reader Relationship HCs

(NSFW under the cut)

Warnings: (In the sfw section) None! (In the nsfw section) mentions of oral giving & receiving.

SFW

Okay let me start out with saying, Banshee will absolutely give his partner free weapons to try out. When he spots you walking over, he’ll quickly usher you inside and let you chose from the ones he’s working on. A “test run” if you will. Once you come back, he’ll ask eagerly if it’s working the way he wants it to, his eyes twinkling excitedly. If you come back and he forgot he even gave you a weapon, its up to you if you want to give it back :,)

Banshee… is quite forgetful, but he always manages to remember you, even while constantly forgetting how many times he’s been rebooted.. You’ll probably hear other guardians trying to put you down and telling you he’ll forget you too. Trust me, you’re basically engraved in his mind, he can’t forget you no matter how many more times he’s rebooted. Each time he sees you, he’ll greet you with a sweet little nickname instead of “guardian” like he does for everyone else. Ignore the others, they’re just jealous you got to the hottest exo before them.

Seriously, if there are guardians you hate, keep a list of their names for Banshee and he’ll make everything cost more for them. Yes its probably illegal, but who really cares? < Something he’ll tell you constantly. If you have friends though, he might be able to make a few deals for them, not nearly as many as you get though.

He adores it when you offer to just spend time with him at his shop. He genuinely enjoys your company and you can tell by the lil laughs and smiles you’ll get from him. Tell him about the missions you had to go on or rant to him about literally anything and he’ll smile to himself, thinking about how incredible he thinks you are. Although, you could seriously be telling him how you blew yourself up and made everyone restart the mission and he’d still tell you that you’re perfect <3 He sees no flaws in you. Ask him about his stories and you’ll physically see him get more confident in himself, he’ll stand a little taller and lift his head a little higher as he talks.

Banshee closes up shop early sometimes just to take you to watch the night sky and the Traveler from the most beautiful places in the tower he knows about. He’ll bring food and drinks sometimes for the two of you to share. But of course, he’ll always ask if you’d like to snuggle up together, uncharacteristically shy that is, he’s not used to asking for affection. If not cuddling up together, he’ll hold your hand and give you a flustered lil smile. You’re the only person he shows this side to, so he’s a little nervous at first.

(NSFW under the cut)

NSFW

Banshee is definitely one to like the risk of possibly being caught in the act with his partner. Which is why most of the time you two will be at his shop when he decides he’s too horny to focus on work anymore.

He is absolutely in love with the idea of getting head from his partner while he’s trying to talk to customers. Although, if you manage to catch him off guard and he moans, you’re in for a rough night-

Going off that, after every successful mission his partner comes back from, Banshee will suck him off. (Although I’m questioning how good it’ll feel because uh.. Exo.. He’s trying his best) How else is he supposed to show his respect and admiration?

Banshee is a switch… leaning heavily on the dom side.. Most of the time, Banshee is very passionate, taking his time and making the both of you feel incredible. Other times, Banshee will rail his partner into the mattress- Although… his roughness depends on his mood that day, so you’ll never really know what you’ll get. Luckily for you, his aftercare is godly and he’ll shower you with compliments and kisses while he pampers you afterwards.

Sometimes, Banshee is willing to step back and let his partner fuck him, usually only if he’s had a particularly tough or tiring day. In general, Banshee is pretty quiet when it comes to sex. When he’s dom you’ll get a few groans or grunts from him.. When he lets his partner be dom though?? You can get full on mewls from him if you fuck him hard enough. As you can tell this boy likes it rough. Sadly, letting you be dom is veryvery rare, so soak in his noises when you can.

Most of the time, Banshee will fuck his lover in doggystyle or missionary, but he’s absolutely not against his partner riding him. He likes doing the work though, so I can promise you he’ll thrust up into his lover as they ride. The only thing Banshee will accept being fucked in is missionary… He needs a little bit of convincing before he does anything else. Very stubborn.

Going back to sub Banshee, soak in and try everything while you have him like that, you know it’ll be a while before you get him subby again. And when I say he’s stubborn, he is… but he’s also very eager to please his partner, Banshee will do almost anything he asks. (This boy has praise & dirty-talk kinks, but don’t tell him I said anything)

[v-hope]

Sweet Night

Pairing: Artist!Taehyung x Heiress!Reader, Heir!OC x Reader

Genre: Fluff (yes, only fluff today, enjoy), Ex Roommates AU, Enemies to Lovers AU, Arranged Marriage (Heir!OC x Reader)

Word Count: 4.8k

Summary: Neither you nor Taehyung were expecting you to show up to his art exhibition, let alone when everyone was already gone, for the two of you were well aware that you didn’t have much of a choice when it came to attending your possible future husband’s charity event instead. Then again, neither of you were counting on your brother and sister in law to take your side and drive you all the way over to him so you could surprise him before the day was over.

A/N: Helloo! This is part 24 of my Social Media AU “Belong”, but you can read it as a stand-alone one shot if you want! I would like to make a shout out to my 🇫🇮 anon for giving me the Jimin idea (you know which one, I changed it a bit to make it fit the story better, but still). I hope you guys enjoy!

Looking away from the backseat’s window, your eyes focused on your trembling hands instead — the city lights as you passed them by being the only source of light as your brother drove through the streets of Seoul, which for some reason seemed to be extremely long that particular night.

The light music Miyoung had taken upon playing on the radio from the passenger seat, in an attempt to create a somewhat calm atmosphere for you and the nervousness she was sure you were feeling, had yet to make you actually calm down. If anything, you could feel your shaky hands become sweatier by the second as you felt a tingle of anticipation in your chest.

Although you wanted with everything in you to attend Taehyung’s art exhibition, you had got out of bed that morning being mentally prepared to spend the entire day at the Lee’s charity event.

You had been ready to spend most of the day with your parents pretending that everything in your relationship was alright, perfect even. You had been smiling for the cameras all day, greeting people you were sure were just pretending to have the perfect life as well, and being forced to make small talk with the ones who used to be your friends yet had turned their back on you as soon as they had found out you were choosing a more modest life over the luxurious one — the same so called friends of yours that had to keep quiet about your little secret if they didn’t want your parents to destroy their family’s business. After all, your family was with no doubt the most powerful one in Korea. And honestly? You couldn’t help but see it now as a curse, after having spent a lifetime believing it was a gift.

Not only that, but you had also spent most of the day next to Sungjin, lovingly posing for the cameras and holding hands, making you wish every single second it was Taehyung instead. You were sure that way it would’ve been more bearable. What you hated the most was the fact that you knew said pictures were being posted right away, meaning Taehyung would see them, and you hated the utter thought of having the man you had feelings for see you acting like a happy couple with someone else — even more after you had to cancel on him to attend an event with the one guy he had asked you not to bring with you to his art exhibition to begin with.

And yet, after having to endure all of that, here you were — a little over an hour after Taehyung’s exhibit was done, being driven over there by your brother and sister in law, while Jimin held him back at the gallery, and you not even knowing what you were supposed to say at all once you saw him. You couldn’t help but wonder if maybe this whole impromptu apparition of yours was a good idea at all. It had been a long day for him, you knew that for sure, and although he had told you earlier that day that he would’ve loved to have you there, maybe by this point he just wanted to go home and get some rest.

You didn’t have much more time to think about that, though, for just as you remained deep in your thoughts, Seokjin pulled up right in front of the address you had given him before. Looking up from your fidgeting hands, you were met by two pairs of eyes already focused on you.

“Do you want us to go with you?” Seokjin asked, hand on his keys, ready to pull them out at your command.

“Um…” you hesitated, leaning closer to the window as your eyes travelled around the rather isolated street in search of any paparazzis, finding yourself to be quite relieved when you saw none of them around. “Maybe just until I find Tae”.

They nodded, exchanging one last look before they made their way out of the car right as you did. Feeling the cold breeze of the night as soon as you closed the door behind you, you couldn’t help but hug yourself, sticking close to Jin and Miyoung as if you were a kid heading to school with her parents after being called by the principal.

Right as you were about to reach the entrance, however, Yoongi made his way out of the building, looking the other way before his eyes fell on all three of you.

“Hey,” he greeted, politely bowing his head, which you didn’t wait to reciprocate. “I came to see if you were anywhere near, Jimin is going crazy trying to come up with more excuses for Taehyung not to leave”.

You chuckled at his comment, imagining just how troubled your friend must have been. After all, and to be fair, you had taken a good while to get there. “Well, I’m here now”.

“That I can see” he sarcastically replied, eyes travelling from you to Seokjin, and then focusing on Miyoung. “Are you all coming in?” his eyes went back to you.

“Is it just the three of you inside?” your brother spoke up before you could nod. As far as he had understood, it should have been only Jimin and Taehyung inside.

“Oh, no” Yoongi denied. “Namjoon-ie is with us, too”.

“Namjoon?” Miyoung wondered, puzzled eyes going up to your brother. Given her reaction, you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe she knew what the rest of you didn’t when it came to those two.

Seokjin bit the inside of his cheek, giving her a knowing look before his eyes went back to Yoongi. “Actually, I, um… I just remembered Miyoung-ie and I have things to do, so…”

Although your sister in law looked troubled for a split second there, she wasted no time in nodding her head. Looking at Yoongi, she struggled to get the words out of her mouth. “W-We do! So, um…” her eyes focused on you. “We should probably leave. Is it okay?”

“Sure…”

“You’ll be okay?” she pushed it, earning a small laugh from you over his motherly ways.

“She’s in good hands” Yoongi reassured her, receiving a genuine smile from her that only caused his lips to part into one of his own as well.

“Okay” she sweetly replied, giving him a small nod as a sign of gratitude.

Seokjin playfully nudged her, grabbing her hand so the whole marriage thing could at least be a little bit more believable. “Shall we go then?”

“Mhm…” she replied.

“Call me when you’re done here” your brother demanded.

“Oh, I’m sure Taehyung will drive her home” Yoongi’s words got chills running up your spine.

“Okay,” Jin’s eyes travelled from Yoongi to you. “Call me when you’re home then”.

“I will” you obediently complied.

With that said, your brother and sister in law turned around, leaving you alone with Yoongi, who didn’t wait to motion towards the door for you to go inside.

“After you” he politely said.

You smiled, taking in a shaky breath before you took a step in. Suddenly all the nervousness you had felt on your way here came right back to hit you in the face, not knowing at all what to do once you were in front of the guy you had ditched the Lee’s event for — not even knowing how he would react at all, yet hoping he would be happy to have you there.

You didn’t get too much time to mentally prepare, for as soon as you entered the place being followed by Yoongi, you caught a glimpse of the backs of the other three men inside as they faced one of the many paintings that brought some life to the neutral white covering every single wall of the gallery. And it was a matter of you taking a few steps towards them for three pairs of eyes to be set on you. However, yours were only focused on one particular pair of them — those chocolate ones that displayed a mixture of surprise and pure happiness in them.

“You’re here?” Taehyung asked the obvious once you reached their side, causing his friends to chuckle in amusement.

“Seems like it…” you nervously managed to get out.

Silence took over as big smiles were plastered all over your faces — on yours and Taehyung’s, as the two of you were happy as hell to see each other, and on his friends, for they were having a blast watching the two of you awkwardly stand in front of one another with those dumb smiles of yours, not knowing what to do next.

“Come on,” Jimin chimed in, placing his hand behind your back and lightly pushing you towards Tae. “Your girl fooled her parents into coming here, the least she deserves is a hug”.

With a giggle escaping Tae’s mouth, he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you when your body was about to collide with his. Feeling your heart going wild at the warmness of his touch, you wrapped your arms around his waist as well, resting your face on his chest and taking in his scent right as he lowered his head just enough to bury it in your neck.

“Thank you for coming” he mumbled.

A light chuckle abandoned your mouth, deciding to say nothing and instead just nod your head and wrap your arms tighter around his figure.

“Okay, I think this is our cue to go” Namjoon’s voice broke the comfortable silence you had fallen into.

“Yup” Yoongi agreed, patting Jimin’s back to catch his attention, as he was shamelessly taking pictures of the two of you to remember the moment his friends somewhat got together. “Let’s give the love birds some privacy”.

Nodding his head, Jimin shoved his phone back into his pocket — neither of them bothering to say goodbye not to kill the moment the two of you were sharing, and just quietly leaving the gallery instead.

Once you heard the front doors being closed, Taehyung pulled away, cupping your face in his warm hands and smiling at the sight of you. “I never thought seeing you would make me this happy”.

“Yah, Kim Taehyung” you called him out. “I’m sure you can be sweeter than that”.

He chuckled, rolling his eyes at how spoiled you had become when it came to him and his show of affection. “I’m happy you’re here, princess”.

You smiled, resting your hands over his and drawing small circles with your thumbs on his skin. “I’m happy I’m here”.

His smile turned sweeter somehow, lightly pressing his forehead on yours before a chuckle escaped his mouth and he amusedly shook his head.

“What is it?” you wondered.

“Nothing,” he laughed, pulling away and letting go of your face. “It just makes sense now why the guys were trying so hard to keep me here. Specially Jimin”.

“Was he losing it?” you laughed.

“Totally” he nodded. “He made me go over the whole exhibition again and explain each one of my paintings at least twice to him” his eyes travelled to one particular spot on the wall right next to the painting they had been admiring when you walked in. “When he ran out of pieces to ask me about he pointed at this small crack on the wall and asked me how I had come up with such a deep concept”.

This time, you couldn’t help but tilt your head back as a throaty laugh escaped your mouth — one that had Taehyung giggling, absolutely loving the sound of your laugh.

“He’s an idiot” you stated. “But he kept you here for me, so…”

“That he did” he smiled, biting his bottom lip as his eyes unconsciously travelled down your body — that pink dress of yours sure did look even better in person. “Aren’t you cold?”

Your eyes instinctively went down to your uncovered legs and then to your uncovered arms, remembering how you had hugged yourself outside minutes ago because of the cold air of the night. “It’s alright in here”.

He nodded his head. “My coat is by the entrance, in case you get too cold”.

You smiled sweetly, yet it didn’t wait to turn into what seemed more like a teasing smirk. “So you told me earlier today that you wished you had got to see me in this dress and now you want to cover it up?”

Taehyung rolled his eyes in amusement. “Don’t get me wrong, princess. I already told you I think you look beautiful and am most definitely enjoying the view right now” his bold words brought heat to your face. “I’m just looking after you”.

“How sweet of you” your sarcastic tone didn’t really match your flustered expression. “I’m okay for now. Will let you enjoy the view for a little longer”.

“How considerate of you” he was quick to follow your sarcastic antics, silently enjoying that particular choice of yours.

“I know, no need to say it” you playfully squinted your eyes at him, later taking a look at the whole gallery. “You think you could show me around?”

He nodded, a bright smile already taking over his face. “It will be my pleasure” his dramatism got a playful roll of eyes from you. “Where would you like to start?”

“This one is alright” you pointed out, moving closer to the painting you already had in front. “So,” you began, eyes tauntingly going to the crack next to his painting. “Tell me about how you came up with such a deep concept”.

“Shut up” he amusedly rolled his eyes.

“No, but seriously now” you smiled, this time staring at the piece of art in front of you. “Tell me about this one”.

Taehyung’s art, you had found out quite a while ago, tended to be on the abstract side. Therefore, it was even harder for you —or anyone for that matter— to interpret.

This one piece, just like the tag placed above it on the wall let you know, was called ‘Winter Bear’. You could clearly see the winter, the palette of colours he had used just screamed cold days and melancholy. Nevertheless, the bear mentioned in the title was nowhere to be found in the painting — instead, you managed to tell apart what you thought was a little boy, somewhat hidden in between all the colourful strokes surrounding his figure.

“That’s me” he pointed out when he could no longer deal with the confusion in your face, managing to draw your attention back to him.

“What?” your bottom lip stuck out in a pout. “What is the word ‘bear’ doing in the title then?”

He chuckled. “It’s art, you dork. You can name it anything you want”.

“I think it must mean something, though…”

Taehyung bit his bottom lip. Of course you would know better.

“That’s what my grandparents used to call me” he confessed.

You nodded quietly, understandingly — not really knowing what to say yet not wanting to stay silent. “You must miss them so much…”

“Sometimes,” he nodded. “I mean, not a day goes by in which I don’t miss them, it’s just that… it’s been years so… you kinda grow used to it” his shoulders moved up and down, in a shrug that tried not to make it seem like a big deal. “The whole exhibit was related to winter, so it naturally reminded me of them and how they used to call me, and… I guess I got too personal with this exhibition”.

You gave him a sweet smile of reassurance, reaching for his hand and holding it in yours. “It’s your art. It’s supposed to be personal”.

The boxy smile that he gave you right then was all it took for your heart to skip a beat, later taking in a shaky breath when he intertwined his long fingers with yours and his thumb drew small circles on the back of your hand.

Your eyes went back to the painting in front, trying your best not to let him know what his touch did to you. “I love it” you stated, much to his pleasure. “Love the way it seems to make no sense when you only read the title, yet it makes complete sense after you explain it”.

He smiled wholeheartedly. “I think it just makes no sense” his words had you furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. “Not everyone is lucky enough to know the true meaning behind it”.

You giggled. “Lucky me then”.

“Lucky you” he agreed.

Tugging at his hand, you moved on to the next painting, and then the next one, and so on. Not a second had gone by in which you had let go of each other’s hand as you commented on the different paintings and the meanings behind each of them — the two of you finding yourselves having the time of your lives as you gave him your take on them and he confirmed whether or not it was what he had tried to portray.

That was what each of you liked about art so much, the fact that there was no wrong answer and you could discuss it so freely. Sure, he had something in mind the moment he painted each one of his pieces, but it was always fun to see what the rest of the people would feel when they looked at them.

And, for some reason, it was particularly enjoyable to him when it came to discussing art with you. So he had found out back when he invited you to one of his friend’s exhibits. It was different than talking about it with his friends, and he didn’t know if it was the fact that, unlike them, you actually knew about art, or just the fact that it was you.

Maybe both.

Tightening your hold on his hand when there were only four more artworks left, you moved on to the next one, having your jaw drop at the sight of it.

“Hey, this is the one I fixed” you blurted out in both surprise and excitement, unconsciously moving closer to it and dragging Taehyung with you so you could appreciate it better.

Although you were excited to see it there, you couldn’t help but feel your face heat up at the memories it brought back — the fact that you had collided with it and spilled coffee on it, still being both upsetting and embarrassing as hell.

You remembered quite well the way you had ran out in search of an art shop to find the necessary supplies to fix it before Taehyung could get home. Maybe you should have been faster. Not like that would’ve been of too much help, though, for whether you wanted to admit it to yourself or not, you knew very well he would’ve noticed something was off with his newest creation right away.

Looking at the different shades of blue and touches of yellow right then brought you back to that night you pulled an all-nighter, meticulously trying to recreate his painting — the hardest part being that you had only got to see it for a split second before the coffee that used to be on your —by then— broken mug had ruined it. You could only be thankful that it had been just a particular part of the painting and not all of it.

Staring into the picture, you had to stop yourself from reaching your hand out to it and trace your fingers over the pair of eyes you could tell apart in yet another one of his abstract works. You had not truly paid attention to them that one night you spent in Taehyung’s living room fixing his painting, for you had been way too invested in the details you had ruined. And you couldn’t help but feel relieved over the fact that the hot liquid had not touched the eyes he had so perfectly portrayed, for although they looked quite familiar somehow, you weren’t sure you would have been able to do any justice to them.

“I didn’t think you were actually displaying it” you mumbled after a few seconds, eyes still fixed on the painting.

“Why wouldn’t I?” he cocked one of his eyebrows. “Not to be that guy, but it’s quite good”.

“Yes,” you agreed in a heartbeat. “But you can tell one part of it is quite different to the rest of it”.

“You did a good job fixing it, princess” he recognized. “No one could really tell the difference”.

“I can tell” you mumbled.

Taehyung laughed under his breath. “Will you just look up to its title?”

Doing as told out of curiosity, your eyes darted up in a heartbeat — feeling them well up with tears when you read what the label above the artwork said.

“Sweet Night”, ft. Ariel.

Looking up to hold back the tears you felt so dumb for even having in the first place, you shook your head as the corners of your lips curved slightly up. “You did not just credit me after being the one to ruin it to begin with”.

“Hey, I wasn’t taking full credit over something I didn’t completely paint” he stated. “Plus, it’s smart, don’t you think? No one will ever know this Ariel person is no other than the infamous Kim Y/N”.

“You really didn’t have to…”

“I wanted to” he stated.

You bit your bottom lip, no longer being able to hold back your smile and letting it part your lips like it had been threatening to. Taehyung couldn’t help but laugh under his breath over how adorable he thought you were, not even dreaming of stopping himself when he let go of your hand and placed his arm over your shoulders instead, pulling you closer to him as the two of you stared into the artwork in front.

“Why ‘Sweet Night’?” you wondered, leaning your head on his body.

He shrugged. “It’s silly”.

“Come onnn,” you pouted, pulling slightly away so you could look at him. “Out of all the paintings here, you can’t leave out the explanation to this particular one”.

Taehyung sighed, knowing well enough that, one, you were right, and, two, you were not letting this go until he told you.

“It was inspired by that one night I came home to you and Sungjin” he said rather bitterly, remembering pretty well how he had not been fazed at all by the fact that you and said guy had obviously been making out right before, yet feeling his blood boil at the mere thought of it now. “We stayed up late eating lots and lots of sweet popcorn because I had way too many of them and you became addicted to them and how well they went with wine” a small laugh escaped his mouth at the memory. “So I just went with that. Plus, you were being really sweet that night and it was the first time I got to see that side of you, so…”

“That is really sweet” you mumbled, feeling the heat reach your cheeks.

“Don’t” he pleaded.

You laughed. “It truly is sweet, Vante” the way your eyes had softened at the sight of him, had his heart skipping a beat. “What do the eyes mean, though?”

“You just want to torture me by now” he called you out.

“I’m just asking!” you defended yourself with a giggle.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, feeling the heat reach his face as he intently focused on the painting, evading your eyes as he spoke.

“I’ve never been a fan of people having their full attention on me, I don’t like being the center of attention… I mean, I told you today how I was not looking forward to the moment I would have to give a speech in front of all my guests” you nodded, remembering how you had tried to cheer him up when it came to that. “So I don’t really talk about my art… or about art in general, to anyone. I just show it to them and let them interpret it, that’s what art is about, after all. But that one night you asked me a lot about my art and I actually felt like talking about it with you, and I remember the way your eyes were fixed on me almost as if you were scared you would miss some kind of important detail,” he laughed lightly. “And for the first time I liked the attention. I guess that inspired me enough to paint this”.

“So those are my eyes?” you asked.

He shrugged. “It’s up for interpretation”.

You shook your head in amusement, staring down as you felt your face burning. “You’re the worst”.

Taehyung chuckled, pulling you closer to him with the arm that was still around your shoulders, and using his free hand to place two fingers under your chin and make you look up at him. “Am I now?”

You felt your breathing become heavier the second his nose faintly bumped on yours — his lips only centimeters away from your anticipating ones. Too intimidated by him right then, knowing well enough he had you wrapped around his finger, you managed to shake your head no to answer his question, without taking your eyes away from his for even a second. Or well, that until his chocolate ones travelled down to your mouth.

Staring down into his tempting lips as they slowly came closer to yours, you looked up to his eyes for a split second, just enough to catch a glimpse of the way his remained fixed on your mouth. And then, you saw nothing — eyes instinctively closing when his lips softly trapped your bottom one.

Just one touch of his lips made you wonder how you had managed to go on all these weeks without getting a taste of them again.

“I thought you didn’t do this whole ‘friends with benefits’ thing?” you whispered against his lips, opening your eyes to find his dark ones already fixed on you.

A small, breathy laugh escaped his mouth, leaning in so it would faintly brush against yours. “I’m not kissing you as a friend”.

Your lips parted into a smile, not letting another second go by before you pressed your lips to his, making him smile and cup your face in his hands just like he had done weeks ago with the intention of deepening the kiss.

With your arms wrapping around his neck, you pulled him closer to your body, letting go of the kiss for a second to catch your breath and having him take advantage of your slightly open mouth to trap your bottom lip in his eager ones again, this time tracing his tongue over it and slipping it inside your still open mouth — meeting your awaiting one in the middle just the way he wanted.

Letting go of your face, one of his hands travelled down to your lower back so he could feel you even closer, fingers tracing their way down your bare arms as he did so, and feeling goosebumps form on your skin.

“You’re cold?” he asked, taking one second to catch his breath before his wet lips were back on yours.

You shook your head no, a small, shy laugh escaping your mouth. “I didn’t get chills because I’m cold”.

Taehyung bit his lip, feeling the corners of his mouth curving up and pressing one last kiss to your lips before finally pulling away from you as his eyes were intently fixed on yours.

“I will keep my coat to myself then” he teased you.

“Nope,” you were quick to deny. “I am taking you up on the coat offer when we leave”.

“Okay” he laughed lightly, the hand that was still on your face travelling down your arm to intertwine his fingers with yours. “Shall we go?”

You shook your head no quite effusively. “We’re not done with the exhibit yet!”

“I’m hungry, let’s go eat something” Taehyung whined. “We can come back some other day”.

“Yah,” you called him out. “I came all the way here just to see your artworks”.

Your words earned a somewhat bitter pout from him. “Thought you had come all the way over here to see me”.

You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at that, tugging on his hand to pull him closer, and then making him replace said pout with a smile when you pressed two chaste kisses to his mouth. “It was implicit” your teasing words had him rolling his eyes. “We only have three more to go and then I’m all yours”.

He smirked, pulling you with him to the next piece. “I like the sound of that”.

“I meant it as in, then we can go get some food” you mumbled, feeling your face burning for what felt like the millionth time that night.

“I know” he pecked your lips. “Doesn’t change that I enjoy the sound of that”.

[captnjacksparrow]

Hi! How has your fandom experience been so far? Do you ever feel burnt out?

Naruto Fandom as a whole = Tear-Wiping & Woobification of their Favourites by shamelessly blame Shifting, Projecting non-existent Mental Illness and Romantic feelings, Playing Pain Olympics, Victimizing their fav while Antagonizing other sub-fandom. 

[ **Am sorry, Every character tags, I go into tumblr, they play this PTSD card and absolve their shittiness which is totally stupid.. when In Canon none of the characters display such symptoms for a prolonged period** ]

However, I found the right people from the other sub-fandom who don't spoon-feed & apologize for their favs and simply Call A Spade, A Spade. They adhere to canon and stick to the facts. So, it makes this place nice.

As for SNS Fandom - Extremely One-Sided (Sasuke-sided), Boring, Dull, Unfunny, Passive - Aggressive, Back-Bitching and Homogeneous Wannabe ((Meaning: If you don’t agree with the majority... then you are bullied))

Howwwweverrrrrrr

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That's not the only impression I have though. Atleast personally.

My time for the 1 whole year I’ve spent in this SNS Fandom is majorly (98%) AWESOME, felt Blessed. Majorly due to the Anons who send me asks.

The Type of Asks I am receiving will never cease to amuse me. Not gonna lie, more than writing an answer, I always enjoy reading Anon Asks. Some of the asks, I don’t even want to let them leave my Inbox, I want to keep it forever, cradling like a baby. LOL... Some of the Asks, I feel like "Anon, You really should post this in your own blog and I want to reblog it.. Damn Good!!!"

So, I'll just attach something memorable.

THE FIRST ASK.  Everything started from here.....

My very first Ask. 

I don't know why that Anon decided to send me an ask... Considering, I only made one post before... But I still treasure that one. Also, it’s very hilarious that I genuinely thought Kishimoto made NH because Hinata was popular. Also, I thought those wedding episodes were drawn by Kishimoto. LOL. Coz, I didn’t finish reading the manga at that time.

So, A Big Thanks for that Anon... 

ANONS BE - FUNNY AF...... LMAO

And then Some Anons are Extremely funny... Like Mad funny to the point of making me smile in places where I shouldn’t be... I am a person who adores people with great sense of humour... I easily become friends with them if they keep on cracking jokes....

Poor Anon... I always headcanon myself to offer my Winter Jacket to this poor soul if they ended up watching that Movie...

“GTFO you fangirl cringe-fest” == LMAO. 

This Anon has an amazing Dark Humour... Like, Every sentence was a peak comedy... “Maybe Quickly tie the rods with a strong thread then run off and have some friends trying pull out” --- I remember I was attending a meeting in my workplace and suddenly I couldn’t help but giggle thinking about this line... then my Team Lead was remarking that, “It seems someone is in Crush”.... LOL... How do I tell them that I was really smiling at this one???? [[Anon, If you are reading this, you definitely should write a Dark Comedy or Gag fic for SNS... I stan Gag materials...]]

The Anon was talking about SS Vs NH war in twitter during that Sasuke Retsuden Manga illustration news broke out. LOL... “Fat Priests”

“Look, Kishimoto could have claimed in an interview that Kiba was secretly the reincarnation of the Sage of the Six Paths and it would have meant Jackshit...”

I don’t know what this Anon has against Kiba.... But it’s just hilarious af.

Here’s the thing.. Even if you, readers, don’t agree with what I write, atleast you could try reading the Anons question which would definitely ease off your mind for sure. 

ANONS BE - EXTREMELY OBSERVANT

If Hilariousness is one side... Then I must say, Being Observant is another side... 

For example, 

I was mentioning in many of my posts that Sakura’s character is not a Bad Writing.. instead there was an intention behind why she was written like that... I mentioned about this fact in a casual manner without any emphasis on it.... And one anon picked up my words and asked Why is that... And that became one of the lengthy post I’ve written so far which has nothing to do with SNS but it ended up being SNS... 

In this Post, I casually mentioned that Sasuke is not an Arrogant person, in a random line... That ask was totally about Naruto’s Aesthetic appeal inside Narutoverse. But our SNS blogger (larrycherry07), pointedly asked me about that sentence as to why I feel that way... And I ended up making a lengthy post about Sasuke’s Arrogance .

Similarly, In this post, I was talking about how Kishimoto started to screw up SS/NH/NS/SK starting from Pain Arc.... and I just casually added a line as to how Kishi made Madara dirty... as a casual mention... And then another anon picked that line and asked me as to Why I feel Madara was nerfed like clown... And That became another lengthy post..

So, you see... The Anons are extremely Observant and when I get ask like that, I simply get astounded as to, “Yaaayy!!! People are reading even my lengthy rants and are paying attention to it... But on the other hand I should be extra responsible & careful about what I write, from here onwards”...

ANONS BE - TELEPATHIC

Just when I want to write a single post about some topic... Some telepathic anon would send an Ask reflecting what was in my mind, right out of nowhere and I am like... “....”..... Shocked to the core. 

Like how do they do that???? I swear, this can’t be happening in any other fandom, Right???

ANONS BE - HETEROGENOUS (being diverse)

One of the best thing I enjoy about these anons are... They really want to know about other stuffs too. i.e, things that doesn’t have anything to do with SNS or even SS/NH.... Someday, I get an ask about Deidara. Another day I get an ask about Obito. 

Which shows, they are invested in this series as a Whole just like I do... Which makes me feel truly connected to this Fandom.

ANONS BE - DESCRIPTIVE (SINCERE)

Most of the Anons send me ask explaining what they mean, why do they feel certain way and how do they come to that conclusion... And then they ask what do I think about those. You could clearly see the sincerity in their thought process and genuinely want to know more about this series. One such ask is this...

Again, this doesn’t only pertains to SNS but this also extends to other plotlines as well. This is something I wish that could’ve happened in other platforms back when I was a new comer to this fandom... 

ANONS BE - ‘EXPLAIN THIS’ (correcting my stance)

There is this ask where the Anon was asking my contradictory meaning to two similar things... I mean, In one of my previous posts, I’ve said “Sasuke catched Sakura and thanking her silently” and In another post, I’ve said, “Sasuke made a silent apology to Naruto through Tears in Chapter 698... Like he doesn’t need words”... So, it looks both of the acts are similar in nature.... And the Anon was asking my explanation... 

Which shows, they read my posts carefully... And remembers what I write... They connect the dots together and want to know more about it. If there’s any contradiction, they’d like to ask me about that as well... Which is very cool of them, tbh. 

ANONS BE - THOUGHT PROVOKING

Okay. Let me tell you.... Not every opinions are strongly developed from my own head... Sometimes, Anons help me develop it... Like, you subconsciously know about something but you won’t realize it or even spend your time to bother thinking about it... And then some Anon would randomly send an Ask and it’d just flare my subconscious thoughts up and help me hit the Euphoria.... 

One such moment was... 

After receiving this amazing Ask...

When I got that ask... it never gave me any sense of Epiphany... I casually answered what I felt at that time... Which is very evident from my changed current opinions as compared to that ask... [[ Not only women characters’ arc revolve around men... But men characters’ arc also revolve around men.. Which I didn’t realize before... I legit thought Kishi drew Hinata in an Obscene way... LOL ]]

But after sometime, when I started to ask myself some questions, “Why didn’t the author made Sakura and Hinata to be likeable??? Like why? I even love Obito who did everything wrong... but somehow I couldn’t bring myself to like these girls... What must be the reason?”

And whenever I ask these kind of questions related to women characters... I keep coming back to this ask... 

Then I started paying attention towards Tsunade more and more... And Realized she is not only a secondary side character but also developed with more attention. Like she has a Backstory... She has a Dream that doesn’t have anything to do with Dan... She is independent... She is Strong... She was given a position of Power... She wasn’t written to be like a bimbo with just boobs with no personality... All for a side character.... And I wondered, why didn’t Kishimoto did the same with Sakura though??? 

Then only these lines from that ask struck me...

I don't believe Kishi can't write romance, I also don't believe he can't write at least halfway decent female characters, he just chose not to... I felt like sensei not only deliberately wrote the women in a bad light, he made something akin to the development of something romantic, just to later deliberately sabotage them.

So, that’s why???!!!! 

The Author intentionally want us to hate these two women so that we would notice SNS bond better otherwise we would end up shipping NH/SS... And that’s why he sabotaged them at every given chance???? 

Then only I started to piece together the purpose of these women as a Beard... And also I realized that Kishi is not that misogynistic monster the fandom claim him to be... Instead I felt he is more disinterested in anyone who is not Naruto and Sasuke. Be it male or female.... 

I mean I subconsciously had no problems with Kishimoto’s writing of Women characters... It’s only after I got into the fandom I kept hearing these claims... But that ask totally flared up my inner thoughts more and more... And it confirmed many things in the long run... Which made me write so many post on that topic. 

Thanks to that Ask... which actually helped me realize something great about the Author’s nuances...

(Some ask had negatively affected me though, which I’ll explain in my other post tomorrow)

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Now tell me, How many fandoms out there could say that they have people who could share and discuss their thoughts in a Funny, Sensible, Thought Provoking, Sincere manner all the while being super polite??? ON A CONSISTENT BASIS....??? I mean, in the Past 1 year... there’s not many days that goes without a post from me... Almost everyday, I post something... And 95% of those asks are unique in nature...

Well, yes... I get Hate Asks from time to time... But all of them are totally negligible and trivial when compared to all the other meaningful asks I receive.

And Yes... I don’t like this NS/SN discourse at all... Especially one having the moral high ground and invalidating the other based on Headcanons.

SNS fandom maybe boring and unfunny, sometimes downright irritating because of the passive aggressiveness & relentless one-sidedness. 

But I am clearly having fun in my own little space because of all those lovely anons... So, the least I could do is convey my Thank You to everyone who sent me asks so far and lending their time and eyes to my answers. 

[nixcwen]

a promise | comfort (s.)

request:  could you write a comfort fic with kuroo? i’ve been feeling a little down lately and kuroo is absolute favorite comfort character. just need to feel some love from him 🥺💖

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"It's all right, I've got you." Kuroo has always been true to his words, so his statement has you in a sigh of relief.

He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead before giving you the tub of ice cream he has been holding. After receiving it, Kuroo positioned himself at your back, legs on either side of yours while you leaned comfortably on his chest.

"What would you like to watch, Kitten?" He enveloped you on his arms just to squeeze you rea~lly tight, as well as to leave a playful smooch to your cheeks.

You turned your head to look at him, a small smile etched on your lips. "Uhm, what about that new one?"

"Okay, got it. Wait a minute-" Kuroo reached for the remote and looked for the movie you were telling him about- "it's this one, right?" You nodded in response.

The movie started to play while you slowly ate the ice cream, occasionally scooping some and directing it to Kuroo. You were invested with the movie's story but you can hear your lover lightly humming a song.

When you slowly slid your head sidewards to take a look at his face, you were able to see him concentrating on the movie as well.

Your heart suddenly became warm in contrast to the ice cream you were eating, albeit you weren't sure whether he was absent-mindedly or just automatically rubbing your skin with his thumb but you do realize it's another way of comforting you, despite already having you safe in his arms with an ice cream tub and a movie.

"Love, can I ask?" You set aside the ice cream and slightly turned your body to face him.

Kuroo reached for the remote control and paused the movie before looking at you. "Hm? What is it?"

"How are you so sweet and understanding like this?" You genuinely questioned him.

A chuckle of amusement erupted from what you thought was his charming point. "It's because you exist. As a consequence for that sole reason, I'm treating you the best that I can. Just you existing makes you worthy of everything after all."

"Okay, now tell me how to stop from falling deeper for you-" using your forefinger and thumb, you gently squished his cheeks to let his charming point form a little pout, leaving a smooch there right after- "but, is that your only reason?"

He turned his head left and right, indicating a no. The representation of his soul ceased to be visible from your own as he leaned to your forehead. It was only the little smile Kuroo has that remained.

"Well... I think it's also because I know how it feels to be exhausted and drained, as well as how a mere presence, plus their efforts, would be of help to cheer a tired spirit."

You nodded in agreement to his statement before releasing your own. "For each other, with each other, forever, right?"

"Uh-hum, that's a promise." He held your face with his palm bigger than your cheek, cupping it as if you were a fragile glass. He kissed your forehead, dipping down to kiss the tip of your nose, ending to your lips. "I love you."

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To you who’s reading this, if you need a comfort fic. (with haikyuu or one piece characters) don’t hesitate to send them to me, I’d love to write something for you!

As Kuroo said, you're worthy of everything, I would be happy to give you the sweetness and kindness that you deserve, just send me an ask!

To Anon, thank you so much, I really appreciate your kind words! I'm glad you like my writing. I hope this little work of mine has made you feel some love and comfort. I'm doing well and want to remind you to take care of yourself as well, okay? 🤗

You can send requests any time! I regularly post something every Sunday when I have other works but I'll try to answer requests as fast as I can when I have extra time.

Sincerely, Nixxy ♡

[sunwoo-hoo]

↣ treasure reaction to s/o speaking their native language

↳ a/n: Thank you so much for this request anon! I tried to make each situation different. I’m also sorry that some are longer than others. I hope you like it! 

↳ requested? yes

↳ genre: fluffy fluff 

↳ send in your request here 

↳ word count: 1.2k

「  choi hyunsuk  」

shocked baby, his jaw is literally on the floor 

was genuinely surprised when he asked you a question on where you wanted to eat for dinner 

when you replied in your native language he did a double take 

“wait what?”

when you told him what you said in the language you normally speak to each other he blushed 

“you sound so cute when you speak in your native tongue babe, can you teach me sometime? 

「 park jihoon 」

he heard you speaking in your native language when you were talking on the phone with your parents

has heard you speak in your language many times 

he laughed when he realized you were speaking incredibly fast 

you just looked at him and gave him a nudge with your elbow

when you finished the call that’s when he looked at you and said 

“how come you never speak that fast when your scolding me?” 

「 kanemoto yoshinori  」

you were both playing a video game when you cursed in your native language out of frustration 

he turned his head and looked at you shocked

one because you were speaking in your native language 

and two because he knew that it must’ve been a bad word based on your body language 

you covered your mouth with your hand in shock when you realized what you just said when he jokingly replied 

“how about we do something a little less competitive?”   

「 kim junkyu  」

you were in the shower when you started to sing a song in your native language

it didn’t matter if you weren’t the best singer in the world it was your favorite song and you were having fun  

in your shared bedroom he heard you singing and quickly recorded an audio version of it 

he quickly put on his headphones and started practicing the song

when you got out of the shower that’s when you heard him singing the same song 

you told him what he was doing when he blushed and said 

“you sounded so adorable singing, i wanted to learn the song so that we could sing together” 

he then grabs your hand and pulls you in for a dance 

「 takata mashiho 」

it was a warm sunny day when he was teaching you the basics of basketball playing one on one

you were starting to get the hang of it when you suddenly tripped on your own two feet

which resulted in you crying and all you could think was speaking in your native language holding your knee from the pain 

at first he didn’t even recognized you speaking in another language 

his first priority was making sure that you were okay 

he rubbed your cheek and softly said 

“c’mon love that’s enough for today, let’s get some ice cream okay?”  

「 yoon jaehyuk 」

you were both cuddling watching a movie when you started to fall asleep

he was about to turn off the movie when he heard you mumbling in your sleep

he smiled when he realized it was in your native language

he pushed your hair to the side and kissed your cheek softly 

that’s when he whispered quietly in your ear

“goodnight love, sweet dreams”

「 hamada asahi 」

you were out grocery shopping together when an older women came up to you and started asking for help in your native language

at first he didn’t react too busy looking at the shopping list on what to bring back for dinner

he took noticed when he realized you weren’t next to him and saw you standing 5 feet away deep in conversation with the women laughing and smiling 

when you waved goodbye that’s when he walked up towards you with a dimpled smile and said

“can you teach me your language? that way next time i can help too!” 

「 bang yedam 」

has actually heard you speak your native language many times

he actually decided to learn the language to surprise you in a song he was writing for you 

when he sat you down one rainy morning at first you were confused 

until he started to sing in your language playing the guitar effortlessly

you quickly teared up 

when he was finished he sat his guitar down and grabbed your hand

“i just wanted to show you just how much you inspire me everyday” he whispered wiping away your tears 

「 kim doyoung 」

he’s never heard you speak your native language before until one day he heard you reading aloud a recipe from a cookbook

you were baking cookies for the rest of the members for their late practice 

at first you avoided speaking in your native language to him because you were a bit embarrassed 

while you were mixing the ingredients you felt his hands wrap around your waist 

you jumped in response not expecting him to be back from his recording session so soon 

he rested his head on your shoulder and praised

“don’t be embarrassed to speak your language baby, in fact you sound so much more hotter”  

「 watanabe haruto 」

you were always in constant awe when he would show his rapping skills to you 

so that’s when you decided to learn how to rap in your native language to surprise him for your one year anniversary 

he’s heard you speak your native language before but this would be the first time he would hear you rap 

after your anniversary meal that’s when you decided to swap your gifts

you received your favorite flowers and perfume 

when he closed his eyes he expected to get handed something but that’s when he heard you 

rapping in your native language he quickly opened his eyes and smirked at you 

once you finished you shyly looked up at him 

“how was it, did i just made a complete fool of myself?” you chuckled nervously swaying your body back and forth 

he quickly clapped and pulled you close bending slightly down to give you a tender kiss

as he pulled away he looked deeply in your eyes

“that was the greatest gift i’ve ever received” 

「 park jeongwoo  」

you were babysitting a close’s friend’s niece and he decided to tag along for the day to help you

even though you told him that he wouldn’t be able to understand her since she spoke in your native language 

he assured you that he would have fun regardless as long as he was with you 

when you all decided to go to the park that’s when he heard you speak your language to the little girl 

in that moment he swore his heart skipped a beat

when she went to go play with the other kids on the slide you two sat down at a nearby bench 

putting his arm around you he pulled you close and kissed your temple 

“you’re everything that i could ever hope for and more”  

「 so junghwan  」

you actually heard him speaking your language first 

his school had told their students to pick a second language to study for and that’s when he chose yours 

when you came to interrupt his study session for a quick lunch break that’s when you heard him speaking your native language 

you gently tapped on the door and he told you it was okay to come in

you looked at him with the sweetest eyes and bashfully said

“i know your only learning it because you have to, but it really feels good to hear you speak in my language” 

he gently grabbed your wrist and pulled you on his lap

he gave you a soft peck on the lips and said 

“i chose this language course because i want us to be closer, you know i’d do anything for you” 

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