#and even if you do want to try it out. you can start small! you dont need to know everything. it doesnt have to be scary

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

warning: slight corruption kink, yandere behavior, panty stealing, breeding kink, dubcon if you squint

EHEHEH thinking about yandere!angel who has never been hard before.

He sees you, such a pretty little human he’s meant to watch over. You’re so soft and plump, your body stirs something in his belly that he doesn’t completely understand.

And he sees you undressing one night, your form completely bare before his very eyes.

Angels always walk around in the nude, they aren’t ashamed of their bodies… so why does his cock start to twitch and harden?

He doesn’t understand, this has never happened before and the feeling is unbearable. Something in his body wants to be closer to you, to… connect with you.

The angel approaches your room, quiet as he opens your window and slides in with ease. He’s not sure what he should do, but he spots your discarded clothing.

It’s shameful, how he even thinks about stealing an item of your clothing. Your panties are your favorite color, lacy with a little bow on the front. He can spot a slight wetness there, and he starts to drool.

Why is his body reacting like this? His cheeks flush a crimson red as he flees your home, your underwear in his hand. He flies far away, as if trying to escape his new, lustful feelings.

He isolates himself in a small cave, slowly draping your panties over his throbbing cock. The feeling of your slick coated panties touching his tip made him hiss out in pleasure.

Of course, the angel had never masturbated before. He came within just a few strokes, but his cock was still so swollen. Every time he thought about your plush frame, his tip dribbled precum, and he couldn’t help but jerk off again.

It just wasn’t enough… soon he felt so sore, and his hands weren’t soft like yours, and he bet your lips or pussy would feel so much better…

He was your protector, wasn’t he? It made sense that he’d get to fuck his precious little cherub, his sweet girl, right?

Wouldn’t it be a blessing to put a baby in your belly?

Usually the angel had no trouble flying, but now he was trying his best to concentrate on getting to your home.

You spot him in the window, your eyes still bleary from sleep. He’s the picture of elegance, with long, flowing blonde hair and gorgeous dark eyes…

“Be not afraid, I am a messenger of god…” he panted, cheeks flushed pink. “You… have been chosen for something… great…”

He walked in, your curtain billowing around him as he stretched out and lightly clapped his snow-white wings.

His eyes were on your skimpy nightgown, and the way it barely covered your plush thighs.

“You’ve been chosen… to carry my child…”

Your plump thighs squished together, causing him to let out an involuntary moan. “Ch-child? How would you… do that? Touch my belly or something, like the Virgin Mary?”

His eyes were clouded with lust as he approached your bed, his hand trembling with need. “No, my sweet girl… I am no God, I’ll have to take a much more… direct approach.”

In an instant he was on top of you, his lips crashing into yours with an urgency only to be expected of a virgin. He was inexperienced, but tasted like honey and was as gentle as he possibly could be.

Already his erection was pressing against your thigh, and he unceremoniously thrusted his hips, trying to get more friction.

You were so damn soft, warm to the touch. It was taking everything in him not to ravish you instantly.

His fingers danced across your clothed cunt, testing the waters. When he pulled his hand back, it was wet and with a soft lick, his eyes went wide.

You tasted amazing.

Though he wanted to devour your fat cunt, he needed yo be inside of you even more. He was in pain, his cock aching and begging your your warmth to envelope him.

You watched his wings twitch as he positioned himself between your legs. The white feathers were soft to the touch, and you held onto them while he pushed in.

The angel couldn’t help himself, the second he felt your warm pussy he went crazy. His head was buried in your neck, his hips slapping against yours as he struggled to control his body.

He had never felt so good before, the angel was committing a terrible sin but he didn’t care, not one bit.

“S-so good, you’ll have your reward in heaven…” he blubbered out, cheeks red and covered in pleasured tears. “God…”

He came so quick, painting your walls white as hips nails dug into your hips.

All he wanted to do now was wrap his wings around you, holding you close. The angel didn’t pull out, you felt way too warm and comfy for that.

As he kissed your head and snuggled with you in bed, he was sure that that this was fate. Perhaps he was meant to lust after you…

You were something special, and no one would take you away from him.

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[tbaluver]

Hey!

I love your husband/dad version of the love and deepspace boys!

I was wondering if you could do like headcanons or something of them picking out outfits for the baby or babies?

Maybe add Caleb only if you want to or are comfortable with it, I don't see much with him and since he's a new love interest i wonder what it would be like for him?

Love your work!!!

Picking Out Baby Clothes With Them- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader, Caleb x Reader genre/ tags: fluff fluff a/n: hihi my lovely ! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ MWAH thank you so much my angel for reading my works !! i love writing them as dads or soon to be dads so much so this was a rlly cute headcanon to write (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ hopefully i did this justice pls lmk but if not ill try to add more later ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ i hope you enjoy reading ! p.s i love ur banner (∩˃o˂∩)♡

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Xavier:

Xavier was in complete awe the moment he stepped into the store with you. Everything looked so small and the thought of your future baby would eventually fit into all these tiny clothes hit him hard. He couldn’t shake the feeling in his chest that his child was already growing so fast and he wanted to savor every moment of it.

Shopping for baby essentials was easy enough but shopping for clothes were a different story. Xavier stood beside you in the baby clothing aisle, looking at the tags with a confused expression. He was unsure if he should show you the 0-3 month size one or the 3-6 month one, so he’ll just grab both sizes and explain to you later that your little one would grow into them eventually. Plus it would look cute to look back on and compare from how much they've grown.

But what really got Xavier were the onesies. He kinda blacked out and picked out so many without even realizing it. Each one made him imagine how adorable your baby would look in it, tiny with their squishy little cheeks as if they were a little plushie.

Zayne:

Zayne would start off with a basket in his hand as you both strolled through the store so you can keep your arms linked together, just in case you started feeling tired, even if you were still in your early stages of pregnancy. But he’ll quickly swap it out with a cart after noticing how much energy and time you were putting into picking out baby clothes.

You’d catch the softest smile on his face whenever he picked up the smallest items. Tiny socks that were meant for a three month old that could barely stretch over his thumb or the little beanies that shrunk when he compared them to his hands. The clothes were tinier than he’d ever imagined and he couldn’t help but imagine how quickly your little one would soon arrive and would be growing into them soon.

Zayne would let you be in charge on picking out the ones that caught your eye whether it were bright colors or playful patterns, he’ll give you the space to choose whatever style you liked best for the baby. Every now and then, he’ll hold up a piece, showing you the ones he thought would be perfect for your future baby. His choices would always be thoughtful, carefully deciding the style and material that would keep them warm on chilly days or nights or light, breathable materials for warmer months.

Rafayel:

You two would spend HOURS in that store, completely immersed in picking out clothes for your little children that are due in a few more months. Each piece would vary on the color for the seasons. Every outfit and piece sparked a conversation, discussing why each piece would be cute on your babies and why they need it. It didn't take long to persuade him and it would immediately be in the cart

But before you knew it, wandering further into the store were toddler sized outfits and Rafayel was already imagining your babies growing up, they weren’t even born yet.

He’d get ahead of himself, picking out swimwear for your babies, picturing their first dip into the water with him and then later on, their first swim together. He’d also start choosing adorable outfits that would match or compliment each other's outfits for the perfect family photos you’d take together in the future.

Sylus:

You both already did your fair share of online shopping together with him, filling up the online cart with baby clothes you liked and loved. Sylus would make sure to select the express delivery even though your baby wasn’t due for a couple months, plus it's not like it'll hurt his card anyway. But if you ever felt like that wasn’t enough and you wanted to see more in person, he won't hesitate to take you out to shop.

This would already be your third cart in the store while Luke and Kieran wrap up the other two carts that were filled with baby supplies and toys you both might need. Now, the current cart was almost overflowing with baby clothes you thought would be perfect for your little one in a few months.

Sylus would let you roam around the aisles, admiring how focused you were while he pushed the cart around. He'd also throw in a few suggestions of matching outfits with your baby. Some could be for an event or just some casual wear that you could match with them at home. He would also have to remind you that the adorable little pieces you showed him were already ordered online, a little smirk tugging on his lips as he watched you fall in awe with the clothes all over again.

Caleb:

Shopping with Caleb would be filled with excitement and nostalgia. He’d pick out baby clothes that reminded him of what you wore when you were younger, he just wants his little baby to look just as cute as their mama. He’d also gravitate towards anything with adorable apple designs, which also means getting cute little baby bibs for them when they're ready for feeding

The entire time you two are shopping, he’ll frequently hold up a tiny outfit, his eyes lighting up as he explains to you how it reminded him of you when you were younger, no matter how embarrassing the story was, he'll manage to convince you to add it to the cart. He’d imagine how adorable it would be if a mini version of you wore it. He'll also add in a toddler apron so they can cook beside him in the kitchen in the future

He’s already planning ahead and imagining recreating those precious childhood photos of you and wanting to capture those same moments with your little one soon.

[mmaybanks]

mini skirts and mini heart attacks

pairing: bsf!jj x bsf!reader

warning(s): kissing, clothing insecurities (not necessarily body), suggestive-ish language, mentions of anxiety,

content: reader is nervous about her outfit before attending a kook event, but jj’s recklessness pushes him to do something about her complaints. wc: ≈ 1.2k

MADDY SPEAKS .ᐟ this may or may not be based on myself and the way i wont shut up about something annoying until i’m annoyed again😞 happens way too often im ngl

i wrote this in like.... 30 minutes, so, if its not great dm it i wanted to get more stuff out bc i have like 6 different fic ideas and nothing for the series i was gonna post... and my only posted fic is christmas so thats a lil awk for the rest of the year

“i’m not ready, i look silly.” you pouted to jj, who was watching you spin around in the mirror, overanalyzing every detail that he thought was completely perfect. “you look amazing, i promise. everyone there is gonna have their jaws on the floor the second you walk in.”

“you don’t think the skirt is too short?” he gave you a pointed look, but acted as if he was checking the skirt length. “y/n. you look perfect, and if anyone does have a problem with it, they can suck it.” he watched as you nibbled on your bottom lip, tearing the skin away into almost bleeding territory.

“stop that, you’re fine. and we don’t have to go, i’m sure sarah will understand you don’t feel like havin’ a panic attack right in front of the entire figure 8.” he noticed your eyes widen slightly at that, panic coming to him now. “no, y/n. the kooks won’t even pay us much mind, and if anything, no attention will be on ya, ’cause it’s all on me.”

you let out a small, breathy laugh, even a toothy smile, which made jj feel a bit less worried about you.

“y’know they’ll all be lookin’ at us both. oh my, what is that girl doing next to that pogue?! oh, her poor parents. i couldn’t imagine my kid ever—” you mocked the uptightness of the judgy kooks, ones you’ve probably met on multiple occasions and heard their conversations first-hand.

“y/n.” jj cut you off, trying to stop before you spiraled deeper into your worries. however, you were fully invested in this bit you created, not even remembering the reality of it.

“tarnishing the family name like that. i wouldn’t allow—”

you continued ranting, acutely aware of his attempts at getting your attention, even less aware of how his eyes drifted down to stare at your constantly moving lips. “n/n.” his attempt was futile, and he wasn’t sure he was trying hard enough anyway, his focus too far gone.

he stood from your bed, closing the distance between you. “it, i would have her sent off to rethink her choice in frien—”

then you stopped. not because he called your name, not because your mind went blank—though it did the moment after—but because jj’s lips were on yours, with a gentle grip on your wrist. his lips moved surprisingly gently, opposed to how the kiss began, with a bit of extra force to cut you off.

your breath hitched, all movements pausing by the unexpectedness of the situation. you think you kissed him back, but you couldn’t be sure, your brain hazy with shock.

your best friend, the guy you’ve had an unadmitted crush on for the last decade, just kissed you, and you aren’t even sure why he did, it wasn’t a tension-built moment, you were completely caught off guard.

you noticed he was starting to pull away, suddenly aware of what he did, but you were scared he regretted it rather than was worried for you. maybe your breath stank, maybe he was kissing you for some other reason you couldn’t think of, not just because he wanted to. before your anxiety-clouded mind could come up with a solution, he was gone.

you subconsciously licked your lips, missing the newfound taste of jj on them and the warmth that lingered just enough to make you want more.

when you focused back on jj’s face you couldn’t tell what he was feeling. his eyebrows were furrowed, but his eyes were soft, almost teary. was he about to cry? his whole body seemed to be jittery, his leg was bouncing on the ground.

“sorry.” you squeaked out, and jj’s expression quickly changed to one you could recognize. shock, and maybe a hint of anger. there was an awkwardly long pause before he actually replied. “i just kissed you, and you’re the one apologizing?” you nod your head the slightest bit, thinking it over. obviously you were thinking it should just happen again, and neither of you apologize, but if an apology was needed, it wouldn’t be from you. “no?”

jj let out a defeated chuckle, taking a subtle step back. was he going to say something?

“you almost ready to go?” he was avoiding looking at you, that much you could tell, even if you hadn’t known him inside and out. “you not gonna say anything?”

he let out a deep sigh, dragging a hand down his face. he shook his head a little, as if he could shake off his nerves. “nah, i was jus’ shutting you up.” maybe if he looked at you he could’ve seen the way your heart dropped in your chest, but you weren’t even sure you fully believed him.

“mhm,” you hummed, stepping closer to him, the gap closing again. “and if i wanted you to shut me up again?”

his head shot up, wide eyes finding yours. “where’s this sudden confidence coming from?” you smiled as he pulled you by your waist to stand between his widely spaced legs, faces now inches apart. this is how you imagined you would kiss him, not a surprise attack.

“oh i dunno, just, some guy was just telling me how perfect and amazing i look.” jj cocked his jaw, a playful smirk rising his lips. “and he used the word amazing? what a nerd. a real man would call you beautiful.”

“shut up.” you giggled, anticipation for the kiss making a cold shiver run down your spine. “make me.”

“ew, you’re so corny.” you shook your head, but leaned back into him anyway.

the feeling of his lips on yours, being able to feel all of the soft, semi-chapped, warm skin on yours. he let out a content hum in the kiss, his tongue poking against your lips; prompting them open for him.

his tongue explored every corner of your mouth, it was a gentle clash of teeth and tongue, lips locked. he pulled a whine out of you that instantly made him want to be able to make you make noises whenever he wanted, an unexpected possessive feeling flowing through him.

your throat was burning from the lack of oxygen, but you didn’t want to stop. you only pulled away when you felt lightheaded, and not from pleasure. his lips chased yours slightly, a mindless leaning into you.

“you ready to go?” you mocked his earlier words, watching as his eyes opened into still semi-closed slits. “shut up.” he smiled against your lips, going in for another peck.

“seriously, are you ready? we kinda lost our extra time, we needed to leave like, 5 minutes ago.” he groaned, but got up from where he ended up sitting on the edge of your bed. “y’feel better about it at least?”

“eh, i know they’ll focus on you more, at least.” he grinned, previous energy coming back tenfold. “nah, those kooks are gonna eat you n’ your little skirt up.”

“think you can go one kook interaction without a fight?” jj laughed in response, grabbing your hand and tugging. “jj i’m serious.” he fake pouted, but reluctantly nodded. “i promise, as long as nobody says anything they shouldn’t, i won’t start a fight. i’ll hold back.”

before you could even get the beginning to your protest out, he continued. “i won’t start an unnecessary fight. if it’s needed, no promises, princess.” you sighed, but couldn’t fight the smile on your face. he was being honest, and his intentions are in the right places, so you couldn’t complain too much. “’kay, lets go.”

[itsnesss]

Hi how are you!!! Could you do a Jun-Ho fluff where he proposes please and thank you🥺🥺 I’ve been loving him lately!

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞�� | hwang jun-ho × fem!reader

summary | the request. junho proposes to you in a super romantic way and your have a moment of intimacy

warnings | fluff, romance, smut, explicit content, p in v, unprotected sex

word count | 2.7 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The soft light of the restaurant illuminates your face, and you can't help but notice how special this place feels. The gentle hum of background conversations mixes with relaxing music, creating an almost magical atmosphere. But what truly makes everything shine is him, sitting across from you, with his typical calm smile, yet full of tenderness.

You can't stop thinking about everything you've been through together. Every moment, every conversation, every smile. Though the circumstances under which you met weren't the most common, you and he had created something unique. Something that was more than special. And today, here, in this elegant restaurant, you realize how deep his presence has become in your life.

Dinner unfolds naturally. The food is exquisite, but your eyes are fixed on Junho. Every gesture he makes, every word he says, makes you fall more in love. He, for his part, seems calm, but you can see in his eyes that something is occupying him, as if he's weighing something important.

“There's something I want to ask you...” he says, his voice soft, but his tone carries a contained emotion.

Your heart skips a beat when you hear those words. You know something important is about to happen, and while you try to remain calm, the nervousness starts tickling your stomach. You have the sense that this moment will change everything between you.

“Of course... what's going on?” you ask, trying to disguise the tremor in your voice. The smile on your lips doesn't fade, but there's a spark of uncertainty in your eyes.

Junho looks at you intently, his eyes searching for something in you, as if he's looking for the exact words. His expression is a mix of seriousness and tenderness, but also of palpable nervousness. Like he's about to take a leap into the unknown.

“I don’t know how to put it into words... but I've thought about it a lot...” he says, finally, letting his words fall slowly, as if he's afraid something might shatter the magic of this moment.

You feel even more anxious, but you manage to maintain composure. Everything seems to stop for a second. The sounds of the restaurant fade, the air thickens, and the only thing you can feel is the rapid beat of your own heart. You're waiting, with all your being, for Junho to finish speaking, although you somehow already know what's about to happen.

Suddenly, his hand moves towards his pocket and, with a gesture that seems so calculated, so full of determination, he pulls out a small black velvet box. The world seems to freeze for a second. Everything inside you ignites, and despite the serenity of his face, you know that this is the moment you've been waiting for, even though you didn't know it until now.

He opens the box carefully, revealing a simple yet beautiful ring. The diamond at the center seems to shine with its own light, as if reflecting all the emotions flowing between you in that instant. His eyes meet yours, and it feels like the whole universe is summed up in that gaze.

“I love you with everything I am...” he says, his voice full of emotion. His hands tremble slightly, but there is an unshakable certainty in his words. “And I can’t imagine my life without you. I’ve found everything I want in you, and I feel incredibly lucky to have you in my life. So... will you marry me?”

The words linger in the air, and for a moment, it feels like the world around you doesn't exist anymore. The silence stretches between you, but it’s not an uncomfortable silence; it’s one filled with love, hope, unspoken promises. You look at the ring, then his eyes, and you know this is the moment your own dreams come true.

A flood of emotions fills your chest. You can't believe what's happening. Everything inside you collapses, and tears well up in your eyes. You know there are no doubts, that this is the path you've been looking for, but still, the disbelief overwhelms you.

Finally, your voice comes out, soft as a whisper, but filled with certainty.

“Yes... of course I will,” you reply, your words full of love. “Yes, I’ll marry you!”

Junho smiles as if all the weight he carried on his shoulders has melted away. The smile that lights up his face is so pure, so sincere, that you feel like the world is right. He takes your hand, kisses your fingers gently, as if he wants to savor that moment, to make sure it stays etched in his memory forever.

“I promise I’ll make you the happiest person in the world,” he whispers with a tenderness that melts you.

It’s as if time has stopped, and only the two of you exist, surrounded by the calm of the night. Without saying another word, you stand up from your seat and throw yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly, as if you can't bear to be separated from him. Tears begin to fall, but they’re not tears of sadness, they’re tears of happiness. You feel like everything you ever imagined is now right in front of you, as real as the air you breathe.

When you pull back a little, he takes your hand gently, as if afraid it might slip away. He places it over his chest, right where his heart beats.

“I love you,” he murmurs, his voice trembling just slightly, as if the weight of his love is too much to contain.

The rest of the dinner passes in the blink of an eye. Everything else disappears, and only this moment remains, one that will change the course of your lives forever.

When you get home, the excitement still runs through your body. You both enter, and although the night is still young, you feel there’s no place in the world you'd rather be than here, with him.

He closes the door with a soft click, but his eyes never leave yours. You feel a little tremor in your chest when he takes a step toward you, and your legs weaken slightly. Nervousness and desire mix in a way that’s almost intoxicating.

Junho stops in front of you, his eyes fixed on yours, and you can see in them the promise of something more. Something more than a commitment, something deeper, something that only the two of you understand.

His hands move to your face, touching you with the softness that has always characterized him. The delicacy with which he caresses you, the way he seems to know every corner of your being, makes your whole body shudder.

“Do you know what this means?” he asks in a whisper, his voice filled with the certainty that only true love can bring.

You look at him, your eyes reflecting all the emotions you feel in this moment. You know what it means, you’ve known since the very first day, but you can’t help but let the desire, that need to be closer, to feel him more, take over you.

“I know,” you reply, your voice barely audible.

In an instant, his lips meet yours, soft at first, but quickly growing in intensity. The kiss turns into something deeper, more urgent, as if neither of you can wait another second. His hands explore your body, as if he wants to imprint every curve, every corner into his memory.

Clothes slowly fall to the floor, and the desire between you ignites like a fire that can’t be contained. Every touch of his fingers, every kiss, is a reminder of how close you are, of what you share. Everything feels perfect, natural, as if it was meant to happen at the exact moment.

"I want to feel you," Junho whispers, his voice breathless. His fingers glide over your back, over your curves, as if he had been searching for a path that leads to heaven.

"I want that too," you reply in a gasp. Each word is like a fire in your throat, as if you wanted to shout your love to the world.

"Do you want this?" he asks, his voice ragged with need. His fingers brush against your thighs, soft and calm, but with a strength that makes you realize how much he needs you.

"I want this," you reply, your eyes fixed on him. The need in your voice mingles with desire, and you can feel his entire body tense, as if they had reached a limit they could no longer surpass.

In a single movement, he positions himself between your legs. You feel the pressure in your abdomen, the need that surrounds it, the promise that soon you will be closer than ever before. His breath is ragged, and his eyes are glazed with desire.

"I adore you so much" he murmurs, his words a silent plea. "I adore you, I've always loved you".

And, as if their words were a key that opens all doors, their bodies move together, as if the rhythm that drives them were something natural, something that was always meant to be. You feel his breath in your ear, his warm breath, his hands holding you, caressing you, making you feel loved.

Everything is perfect. The tension builds up inside you, but Junho holds you firmly. His arms surround you, protect you, cradle you. Everything about him makes you feel safe, as if you know nothing can go wrong.

"You are my everything" he whispers in your ear. His words are like a massage on your insides, increasing your need. "You are my home"

Your breath quickens, and the tension builds until you can no longer bear it. A torrent of pleasure spreads through your body, and you can feel yourself floating in the air. Junho moans in your neck, his fingers grip your skin tightly, and you can feel the pressure on your thighs. His body moves a little faster, but there is nothing in it that isn't gentle and slow, as if every movement he makes is just for your pleasure.

"I'm yours" you whisper, your voice breathless and hoarse. The words slip out of your mouth without you being able to stop them, as if they were the only thing you could say at that moment. "I am yours, always".

Her breath catches for a second, her gaze locks onto you with a passion that makes you crave more. "And I will always be yours" he replies, his voice echoing your words.

In a couple of seconds, the tension between you grows once again. The desire explodes in you, in him, and you both scream at the exact moment. It's as if the connection between you is something more than physical, as if it were something that only exists between two people who were destined to be together.

Finally, when their breathing returns to normal, he collapses onto you, his head on your chest, his arms surrounding you. Calmness surrounds you again, but there is no space between you, as if you needed nothing else. The connection is so strong that you feel you could spend hours here without saying a word, simply embracing each other.

"This is just the beginning of everything I want to give you".

You snuggle closer to him, closing your eyes, feeling the outside world fade away. All that matters is him. You. Both of you.

"Me too" you say with a smile, as you sink into a dream full of promises of a future together. Always together.

[4linos]

the last chance

han jisung x gn!reader

synopsis/request: after feeling neglected for far too long, you stop reaching out to jisung. his realization of your hurt leads to a desperate apology, but can he prove he can be the partner you need?

wc: 2421

The months you spent with Jisung were full of small moments that made you wonder, not about his feelings, but about how much he genuinely cared for you and how much effort he was willing to put into the relationship.

When you first met, everything felt like a dream. You went from close friends to something more, but the magic seemed to fade somewhere along the way. You imagined that once you were officially together, he would make an effort to take you on dates and do the little things that made you feel special. But that never happened.

It was always you who initiated the plans, the one to suggest going out, to suggest doing something together. You’d bring up dinner dates, new places to try, things you wanted to do with him, but most of the time, he’d agree half-heartedly or, if it was an especially busy day, he’d shrug it off. Sometimes, when you’d bring it up again, he’d say he was too tired or distracted. It left you feeling unimportant, as though he didn’t see you as someone who deserved attention or effort.

Cuddling was rare only if you were in the mood, only if he was feeling affectionate. Holding hands wasn’t something that came naturally either. You’d do it on occasion, but only when you made the move first, and even then, it felt like a forced gesture rather than something genuine. You’d tried to ignore it at first, telling yourself that relationships didn’t always look like the ones you saw in movies. But the longer it went on, the more you realized that you were the one putting in all the effort while Jisung seemed to let everything coast.

You started wondering if he was even aware of it aware of how much it stung to always feel like you were chasing him for attention and affection.

It was during a routine trip to the grocery store when everything started to unravel. You were both pushing the cart down the aisle, looking for a dessert for the evening, when you passed a couple nearby. They were arguing over something trivial, who was going to pay for the groceries, but it was the way they were arguing playful, teasing that made you stop in your tracks. They were laughing, pushing each other’s shoulders, completely wrapped up in each other’s energy, even in the middle of a small fight.

It was so painfully obvious that they were in the honeymoon phase, and it hit you like a ton of bricks. This was what it was supposed to be like. This was the spark you had hoped for, the playful banter, the small moments of connection that made you feel seen, loved, desired. And there you were, standing next to Jisung, your boyfriend of months, and everything just felt... flat. The contrast between their easy affection and your stale dynamic made your chest ache.

You tried to shake off the feeling, but then you heard Jisung’s voice, his question interrupting your thoughts. “Do you think we should get the regular cheesecake or the chocolate cheesecake?” He asked, his eyes scanning the shelf, clearly not even aware of the moment that had just passed between you and the couple.

Your frustration built up in an instant, the emotions spilling over. You didn’t even realize you were huffing until it escaped your lips in a sharp exhale. Without thinking, you turned on your heel and walked away, leaving Jisung standing there, bewildered.

“Hey, where are you going?” he called after you, but you didn’t turn back. You didn’t have the energy to explain it to him, not in that moment.

The next days felt like a quiet uprising. You stopped initiating anything. No more texting him first. No more asking him to hang out. If he didn't make an effort, why should you? You stopped waiting for him to come home for dinner, even if you cooked. If he doesn't make time for you, you won't make time for him. You withdrew into yourself, growing colder and more indifferent to his presence.

Jisung first didn't seem to notice the change. Or, if he did, he chalked it up to you just being distant that day. But, eventually, the lack of your usual warmth, your efforts to make him feel loved and valued, started to upset him. He began texting you more, asking if you were okay, but you’d respond with short, clipped answers. Your usual banter was gone, and the distance between you seemed to grow with each passing day.

He finally confronted you one night, looking around the apartment in search of you. He found you sitting on the couch, eyes glued to your phone, clearly lost in your own thoughts. The usual spark in his voice when he called your name was gone, replaced by a sense of urgency. “What’s going on with you lately?” he asked, his tone laced with confusion.

You didn’t even look up from your phone. “What do you mean?” Your voice was flat, detached.

“Don’t do that,” he said, his frustration rising. “You’ve been acting so different. Like you don’t even want to be around me anymore. What happened?”

A small, bitter laugh left your lips as you finally met his eyes. “You don’t get it, do you?” you asked softly, your voice shaking with the emotions you’d been holding back. “It’s not just something that happened overnight, Jisung. It’s been happening for months. I’m the one always reaching out. I’m the one always planning things, always trying to make us work. You’ve been so... indifferent. And it’s exhausting. You don’t even see me anymore. You don’t make the effort. Why should I keep trying if you don’t?”

His expression shifted from confusion to realization, his eyes widening. “Wait… you’re upset because I didn’t… take you out enough? Because I didn’t do enough?”

You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to steady your breath. “No, Jisung. It’s not just that. It’s everything. The cuddles that never come unless I initiate them. The plans I make alone. The feeling that you don’t really care as much as I do.” The tears started to gather, but you quickly wiped them away, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry, even though you felt like breaking down completely.

Jisung stepped forward, his eyes panicked, his voice shaky. “I—I didn’t realize… I didn’t know. I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“Well, you never asked,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “And you never showed it, Jisung. I can’t keep pretending I’m fine when I feel so alone in this relationship.”

He looked at you, completely lost, not knowing what to say. His hand reached out, hovering near you, but you flinched slightly, pulling back. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, his voice thick with guilt. “I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. Please, I… I don’t know what to do.”

You shook your head, the tears falling freely now. “I don’t know if I can do this anymore, Jisung. I need someone who actually sees me, who cares enough to show it.”

Everything fell apart at that moment, and before Jisung could say anything else, you stood up abruptly, your heart pounding in your chest. You didn't want to be around him anymore, not while he was so clueless and the pain in your chest was so intense.

You walked to the bedroom without saying anything and locked the door behind you. You could hear Jisung calling your name through the door, his voice quivering with dread and regret, but you couldn't bring yourself to open it. You couldn’t. The tears kept falling, and all you could think about was how you'd been the only one struggling to hang onto something that felt like it was slipping through your fingers.

The night stretched on painfully, thick with silence and the weight of everything unsaid. Jisung sat by the door, helpless, as he heard soft, muffled sobbing pass through the small barrier between you two. Every sniffle sent a sharp pang through his chest, and he desperately wanted to break the silence, to say something to make things right. But he wasn't sure how.

He wasn't sure when he had lost touch with how you were feeling, but sitting there, hearing the pain in your every breath, made him understand how far he had pushed you without realizing it.

"I’m such an idiot," he muttered to himself, his voice shaking. His head dropped against the door in frustration. He hated himself for not seeing the signs sooner, for letting it go on this long. You deserved more than what he’d been giving you.

After what felt like an eternity of hearing you cry, he jumped to his feet with a new sense of determination. He needed to do something, anything to show you he was serious about making it right. He wanted you to know that he was sorry, that he had been selfish and thoughtless, and that he loved you more than words could express.

He grabbed a pen and a piece of paper, quickly scribbling down his thoughts, pouring his heart onto the page in a frantic rush.

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I know I messed up. I can’t believe how stupid I’ve been. I should’ve seen it sooner, I should’ve listened. You deserve so much more than what I’ve been giving you, and I know that now. I love you more than I know how to say. I want to show you that I can be better, that I can put you first like you deserve. If you can give me another chance, I promise I’ll do everything in my power to make things right. I’ll prove to you that you’re worth fighting for, because you are.

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He took a long breath as he finished, gently folded the note, and placed it under the door. He knocked lightly, hardly audible, and said, "Please read it when you're ready." He waited there, anxiously hoping that his words would reach you.

He heard your quiet movements inside the room, followed by the rustle of paper. His heart jumped. Seconds felt like hours, until the door cracked open just slightly.

Jisung's breath seized as he saw you standing there, your eyes red and puffy from crying, and your face stained with tears. Seeing you like way made him feel a thousand times worse, and it was all he could do to resist the impulse to collapse and beg for your forgiveness.

Without a word, he reached out, gently pulling you into his arms. You didn’t resist; you melted against him, your tears soaking into his shirt. His hands shook slightly as he ran them through your hair, whispering in a voice thick with regret, “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’ll do better, I swear.”

You didn’t say anything at first, just letting the quiet pass between you both, but then you lifted your head, your voice quiet but steady. “I don’t know how you didn’t see it, Jisung. How could you not see that I was the one always making the effort? I felt so… alone.”

He kissed your hair, his heart aching at the words. “I was a jerk. I was selfish, and I didn’t realize how much you were carrying. I didn’t mean to make you feel alone. I swear, I never want to make you feel like that again.”

You pulled back just a little to look him in the eyes. “I want to believe you. I really do.”

He nodded, his face earnest. “You don’t have to believe me right away. But I’m going to show you. I’ll show you every day from now on how much you mean to me. I’ll do better. I promise.”

You took a deep breath, your fingers grazing his cheek as you searched his face for any sign of dishonesty. It was hard to trust him fully after everything, but you saw it in his eyes. He meant it. He was truly sorry.

With a small sigh, you nodded. “Okay. We can try. But you have to show me, Jisung. You have to prove it.”

He smiled softly, relief flooding his chest. “I will. I promise I will.”

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The next morning, the soft smell of something… burnt wafted into the bedroom. You groaned a little, still half asleep, but the faint noise of clattering pans reached your ears, followed by a string of muttered curses.

You sat up in bed, rubbing your eyes. “What is he doing?”

When you made your way into the kitchen, the sight that greeted you made you stop in your tracks. There was Jisung, his hair slightly messy and his eyes a little wide with concentration, standing over a smoky stove. The kitchen smelled like burnt bacon and pancakes, and there was a pile of charred mess on the counter.

He turned when he saw you, and his face lit up with an uncertain smile. "I'm trying to make breakfast," he said, obviously embarrassed by the outcome. "I know it's not great, but I wanted to do something for you… to show I'm serious about making it right."

You couldn't help but giggle quietly, a little teary, but not out of frustration this time. It came from the sincerity in his eyes, the fact that he went out of his way to try, even if the results weren't perfect.

You walked over and softly placed your hand on his arm. "It's okay," you said, your voice gentle and affectionate. "It's the thought that counts, Jisung. I'm proud of you for trying."

He smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I swear I’ll get better at this. But, uh… I might need a little help for next time.”

You chuckled, nodding. “Next time, you’ll get it right. We can try again.”

“Next time,” he echoed with a grin, pulling you into a hug, this one lighter, warmer, more genuine than the distance that had been between you before.

You both sat down to eat the slightly burnt breakfast together, knowing there were still a lot of things to work out, but there was hope for the first time in a long time. Maybe you could make it work, one day at a time.

And it didn't matter whether the pancakes were perfect or not. What mattered was that Jisung was here, trying, and you were willing to try with him. That was all that truly mattered.

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She sat among the dry ashes with her knees against her chest, crying deep, heaving sobs of anguish. Her tears sparkled as they left the tip of her chin and glowed briefly before the dry earth extinguished them. She finally heaved a deep breath. "Why?" she asked.

I studied the child. It wasn't so long ago I'd been a human, myself, and asked the same questions, fraught with frustration at the destruction I created. "Many reasons," I said.

"But we hurt people!"

I nodded. "Yes. That is unavoidable."

"It's completely avoidable!"

I rolled my eyes and shrugged. "Okay, sure, if you want to stop existing."

She raised her tear-streaked face and looked at me. "What... what does that mean?"

"You can't live your entire existence without hurting someone. It can't be done. To try would mean reducing your imprint until you are unnoticeable, which is tantamount to death. And you are a goddess of destruction."

She drew in a deep breath, and let out a scream. "I don't want to be!"

I looked around at the charred remains of the forest. "I understand."

This seemed to surprise her. "You do?" she asked hesitantly.

"Of course." I glanced back at her. "Did you think I was not young once, and preferred being docile and 'kept' over this?" I gestured to the ashes.

"You can do that?"

I nodded. "Yes. You can be small, serve the humans in your way; be the spark in an engine, the crack of a firework." I sat down with her against the charred skeleton of an ancient tree. "But kept things have no power. And if they have no power, they cannot be respected. If they are kept long enough, they die, like a candle under glass. And then the universe folds in on itself without someone to govern those things you neglect; the gas explosions, the nuclear plants, the repeated tattoo of their guns."

She looked at her knees again, and her voice seemed to crumble. "I wish I could die."

"No, you feel guilty for existing because you do not comprehend your existence. You feel like your power is a thing you must tightly rein in, instead of rejoicing in it."

She sprang to her feet. "What is there to rejoice in? Look around you! I did this! I killed people, torched their homes, burned their memories!"

"You did not."

"I... what?"

I looked up at her, my own knees against my chest now. "What you have done is to push stagnant people to evolve. We are the forces that cause metamorphoses; adapt or die. We do not kill or destroy because we enjoy it, but because it serves something greater even than us."

She looked at her hands and thought carefully about that. "So... do we just not care?"

"Of course we do. We love fiercely, and our grief and anger are dangerous things, even to ourselves. This is why we have Hope."

"Hope? What does that do?"

"She," I corrected. "She is the bravest thing in the universe; the force that moves the infinite forward. She is not delusion or reckless abandon; she on her own inspires more fear than any of us." I nodded at the young goddess. "She knows where the souls go. They do not disappear, but continue moving forward. Maybe one day they too will be brave. Houses will be rebuilt. Grief will be assuaged. And memories fade. Only the lessons remain." I finally stood up again. "We are old. We last. After awhile, our first tragedies seem small and fragile. If you hold onto them too tightly, you won't grow."

"I don't know if I want to," she said softly.

"I know. And nobody is saying it has to be now." I put my hand on her shoulder. "But stars only shine because they burn, child. They are dangerous, and so must we be." I started making my way back toward the obliterated city of Hiroshima.

"And... what about the people?"

I turned and looked at her. "Watch them for a hundred years or so. They all burn fast, but the most interesting ones burn bright with a fire even we envy."

"What kind of fire?" she asked, following at last in my footsteps.

"Love."

As the God of Fire, the Supreme God has tasked you to supervise and educate a newly manifested Goddess. You find a sad, terrified, and confused child, fearful of her powers and the destruction it caused the mortal realm. You are to guide a being born from Man's work, The Goddess of Explosions.

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Your presence for Sylus

For the past few days, Sylus has been so busy with his work. There hasn't been a smile on his face, and it's bothering you.

So, here you are, hiding in the closet, planning on trying to scare him.

Sylus never got scared, but it did, in fact, put a smile on his face.

That's the goal, for a smile to appear, and an extra point if you can actually scare him.

Five minutes passed, you could hear the door swing open. The footsteps that he makes when he walks in, and the faint call of your name.

"Kitten? Where are you?" You don't make a sound, not wanting your plan to fail right then and there.

After another moment of silence, you can hear Sylus's foot falls start again, walking down the hallway leading to your hiding spot.

Sylus's footsteps grow even louder as he makes his way to the bedroom, seeing if maybe you went to bed already. When he opened the door, Sylus's met with an empty room. Sylus takes a glance around the room, searching for something to be used as a clue to where you could have gone.

Then his gaze lands on the closet. He chuckled.

"Why are you hiding?" Sylus opening the closet door right away.

You let out a huff of frustration, puffing your cheeks out because your plan didn't work.

"Trying to scare you..." You mumbled under your breath, turning your gaze to the ground, but Sylus heard you, nonetheless.

"Why is that?"

You sighed and returned your eyes back up to look Sylus straight in his crimson eyes.

"You've been so busy lately... and you rarely smile for me again. It's not like you always smile, but it's different." You answer with a slight frown before continuing, "I just want to make you feel better."

Sylus looks at you for a while longer before a small smile breaks out on his face, and he brings you into an embrace.

"Well, kitten, you've succeeded. You always make me feel better by just being there in my presence." Sylus says sweetly in your ear, followed by a kiss on your forehead.

"Really?" You ask, not fully believing that you can do such things for the man you love.

But his answer drives all doubts away.

"Of course, kitten."

Sylus pulled you into a warm, gentle kiss.

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[Part 21: THEY SHOULD BE FUCKING]

synopsis: New year's resolution leads to you hitting the gym with your two muscle-head friends. But things get complicated when feelings and emotions are involved.

warnings: swearing, talks of balls, heavy make out session

word count: 1.9k

a/n: had the worst day, hopefuolly this helps ur day be a little better <3

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Getting ready for bed, you put on your favorite oversized shirt and settle under the soft glow of your bedside lamp. Just as you lean back against the pillows, ready to relax, a quiet knock at your door pulls you from your thoughts.

Curious, you slip out of bed and pad across the room, opening the door to find Jeno standing there. He looks hesitant, his hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie, his gaze flickering nervously between you and the floor.

“Hey,” he says softly, his voice laced with concern. “Are you sure you’re okay? I couldn’t stop worrying about you.”

You blink, momentarily surprised by the sincerity in his tone. He’d already checked on you earlier, but here he was again, just to make sure.

“Jen,” you say with a small, grateful smile, “I swear I’m okay. You made everything better like you always do.”

He seems to relax slightly, the tension in his shoulders easing, but a flicker of doubt remains in his eyes.

“Are you really sure?” he presses, shifting awkwardly on his feet, like he’s caught between wanting to believe you and staying just to make sure.

You can’t help but laugh, the sound light and warm as you shake your head at his persistence.

“I promise,” you say, stepping to the side and gesturing to let him in. A teasing smile tugs at your lips as you add, “But if you’re still worried… Do you want to stay over? Just in case?”

His head snaps up, his eyes widening slightly as a faint flush colors his cheeks. For a second, he looks like he might mutter out an excuse, but then he meets your gaze, something unspoken passing between you. Slowly, a small, smile curves his lips.

“If you don’t mind,” he murmurs, stepping inside.

You close the door softly behind him, the faint click sounding loud. Almost immediately, the air feels different—warmer. Jeno glances around, the tips of his ears pink, his hands nervously fiddling with his hoodie.

“Where should I—?” he starts, rubbing the back of his neck, his usual confidence faltering as his eyes dart around your room.

Before he could finish his sentence, you find yourself moving without really thinking. Rising up on your toes, you lean in and press a quick, light kiss to his lips. It’s short but the soft warmth of his mouth lingers as you pull back, suddenly hyper-aware of your own boldness.

Jeno freezes, his breath catching in his throat, his wide eyes locked on yours. For a second, he doesn’t move, doesn’t even blink, like his brain is still trying to process what just happened.

“I—uh,” you stammer, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. “Sorry, I don’t know why I—”

“Don’t apologize,” he interrupts quickly, his voice low and steady, though his cheeks are still visibly flushed. His lips tug into the faintest smile, and his gaze softens as he steps closer.

“You don’t have to apologize,” he murmurs, his voice almost a whisper now, his face so close you can feel the warmth radiating from him. “But… if you’re going to do that, at least give me a chance to kiss you back.”

Before you can respond, his hand gently cups your cheek, and he leans in, brushing his lips against yours in a kiss that’s tender yet slow, as though he’s savoring the moment. 

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests lightly against yours, and he lets out a breathy laugh, his usual boyish smile returning. “I, uh… wasn’t expecting that when I came back,” he admits, his voice still soft. “But I’m not complaining.”

You can’t help but laugh, your nerves fading as you take in his shy expression. “It just kind of happened,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, the two of just stood there, caught in the quiet, comfortable warmth of each other’s presence. Then Jeno tilts his head toward your room, his smile turning playful. “So… are you offering me the floor or am I upgraded to the couch?”

You shake your head with a smile. “You’ve been upgraded to the bed.” you said leading him down the hall to your bedroom.

“Wow, first a kiss, now this? You’re spoiling me tonight,” Jeno teases, though there’s a softness in his tone that betrays the weight of the moment.

Rolling your eyes and folded your arms. “Don’t let it go to your head. Remember I'm supposed to be really sad right now.”

He chuckles, ruffling his hair sheepishly. “Would cuddling help?.”

You barely take a second to think before blurting out, “Yes.”

Jeno blinks, clearly startled by your quick response. Then, a slow, mischievous grin spreads across his face. “Wow,” he says, leaning back slightly and crossing his arms. “That was fast. Like, not even a second of hesitation. Were you hoping I would ask?”

Heat rushes to your cheeks, and you glare at him, grabbing a pillow from your bed and tossing it at him. “Don’t make it weird, Jeno!”

He laughs, easily catching the pillow and hugging it to his chest. “I think we are long past weird...”

Jeno’s laughter dies down as he studies you, his grin softening into something warmer, more intimate. He moves around the bed to take a step closer, closing the space between you two. The playful tension lingers in the air, but there’s something else now.

“You’re not as sad as I expected for someone who said they were upset,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. “Is this just an excuse to keep me here?”

You raise an eyebrow, faking irritation, but the blush in your cheeks betrays you. “Excuse me? You’re the one who showed up at my door all worried and adorable.”

“Adorable, huh?” he echoes, tilting his head slightly, his smile widening. “So you think I’m cute.”

You roll your eyes, but the grin tugging at your lips gives you away. “Stop teasing me! You’ve been demoted to the couch.”

He chuckles, his hands sliding into his pockets as he leans casually against your dresser, his posture relaxed but his eyes locked on yours. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he says, his voice dripping with mock fear. “So, how can I make it up to you?”

You narrow your eyes, trying to ignore the way your heart skips at his words. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Impossible to resist, maybe,” he quips, stepping closer until there’s barely any space between you. His tone is light, but his eyes search yours, his playful grin softening into something more vulnerable. “But seriously, if you need me… I’m here.”

The sincerity in his voice catches you off guard, and for a moment, all the teasing fades away. You look up at him, your breath hitching slightly as the weight of his words sinks in. He’s so close now, his presence warm and steady, his gaze unwavering.

“Jeno…” you start, but the rest of your sentence is lost as he reaches out, his fingers brushing lightly against your wrist. The touch is gentle, almost hesitant, but it sends a spark through you, and suddenly, the air feels hot.

“What?” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. His hand lingers against your skin, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles that make it impossible to think straight.

You swallow hard, your pulse racing as you meet his gaze. “You’re really not making it easy to stay sad.”

A slow, satisfied smile spreads across his face, and he steps even closer, his other hand resting lightly on your waist. “Good,” he says softly “Because I don’t want you to be sad.”

Before you can respond, he dips his head, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss. You respond without hesitation, your fingers tangling in his hoodie as you pull him closer, the warmth of his body grounding you in the moment.

When he finally pulls back leaning his head against your neck, his breath warm, he grins, his voice low and playful. “So… do I get to stay now? Or do I need to keep proving myself?”

Your head falls back, a soft, breathy laugh slipping past your lips. Your fingers tighten in the fabric of his hoodie before they trail downward, brushing against the hem. You toy with it for a moment, your touch deliberate, before slowly tugging it upward.

Jeno’s smirk deepens, his dark eyes watching you. Without missing a beat, he grabs the back of his hoodie and pulls it over his head in one smooth motion, leaving him in just a fitted t-shirt that clings to his frame. The soft rustle of fabric and the sharp cut of his grin send a shiver down your spine as he leans in closer, his voice teasing.

"Getting impatient, are we?"

“No more talking,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper, but firm.

His smirk deepens. “Oh?”

You don’t give him the chance to say anything else. One hand slides up to the nape of his neck, pulling him back in, and he follows willingly—eagerly. His lips crash against yours, less measured this time, more desperate, more claiming. His hands trace the curve of your waist before gripping, pulling you even closer.

The kiss deepens, the warmth of his hands against your skin sending a shiver down your spine. Jeno moves instinctively, his grip tightening, as if afraid you might slip away. The air between you is thick and heavy.

You barely have time to register the way your heart pounds against your chest. His fingers trace slow, lingering patterns against your back, the touch gentle despite the urgency of his kiss. Your hands move of their own accord, sliding up his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath your fingertips.

When you finally break apart, your breaths come in short, uneven pants. Jeno’s forehead rests against yours, his grip still firm on your waist. His eyes flicker open, dark and unreadable, but the ghost of a smirk lingers on his lips.

“I should probably let you sleep,” he murmurs.

You tilt your head, catching the way his fingers still flex against your hips, unwilling to let go. “Do you want to?”

His silence is telling. Instead of answering, he leans in again, but this time, his lips find your jaw, then just below your ear, where he presses a lingering kiss before murmuring, “Not really.”

A shiver courses through you, and you don’t fight it. Instead, you tip your head slightly, giving him more space, and inviting him to continue.

“Jeno…” His name leaves your lips in a whisper, barely audible, but he hears it—feels it. His hands tighten around your waist, effortlessly lifting you off the ground just enough to guide you back toward the bed.

You let yourself fall back against the pillows, watching as he hovers over you, his expression shifting—fondness, adoring, but still teasing. “Still sad?” he asks, his voice soft yet playful, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin.

You can’t help the small laugh that escapes you. “You really don’t give up, do you?”

He shakes his head, dipping down to steal another kiss, this one slower, more deliberate, as if savoring the moment. “Not when it comes to you.”

And as the night stretches on, filled with whispered words and lingering touches, you realize how stupid you were for trying to get over him before you could even get under him.

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hello!! good morning, afternoon or night, idk. Could I request Diasomnia (or just Silver and Malleus if it's too much characters) with a Snow White like reader? I recently re-watched Snow White and it kinda got me thinking about how they would interact with a reader that acts similarly to Snow White (very kind, caring, motherly and a tad bit naive). Thank you either way and have a good day!

diasomnia w/ snow white!reader ✧･ﾟ

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I am so sorry this took me so long! I do a lot of writing in addition to this blog and between that and school, things got away from me! Thank you for the request and I hope I did this idea justice ^^

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Summary: The following scenarios and headcanons depict the members of Diasomnia with a Snow White-inspired reader. Each of these is meant to be its own universe, like a visual novel route.

TW/CW: N/A

Notes: pre to in a relationship, the reader is Ramshackle Prefect/Yuu, they/them pronouns for the reader, the reader is explicitly human/non-fae

Guest Stars: N/A

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Malleus Draconia

Malleus and [Name] share a certain innocence about the world.

They both fall victim to Lilia's pranks often.

Malleus is fond of them from the get-go because they seem more worried about him than afraid of him at the joint event.

This is where their friendship began.

Malleus thinks that [Name] is a unique person.

He wants to protect the person who seems so soft and caring.

Malleus doesn't understand how [Name] is so soft to others.

Everyone seems to like them. Can they teach him how to do that?

"How do you do it, [Name]?" Malleus asked them one evening as they walked around the school at twilight.

It was cold and [Name] was wrapped in a blanket from their dorm to keep out the cold. Still, they were walking. These walks were something they looked forward to even if it disrupted their (already questionable) circadian rhythm at times.

"Do what, Malleus?" they returned his question with another question, unsure what the draconic fae meant this time.

They didn't do anything out of the ordinary. Did they? Were they doing something so special without even being aware of it? They looked at him with wide curious eyes, urging him to elaborate.

"You are someone that everyone likes," Malleus told them plainly.

Name paused. Was that true? They thought about their relationship with the other students at Night Raven. Maybe they did have a lot of friends. Was that upsetting Malleus? He was rather... a solo rider.

"I suppose so... But it's not something I'm trying to do, so..."

They trailed off and Malleus placed a hand on their shoulder.

"I am not mad at you, Child of Man," he continued, "It is just something that I have noticed as we have known each other."

They nodded slowly, trying to understand what he was saying,

"Does it make you worry?" they asked, looking at him and taking a small step closer, "I don't want to cause you distress, Malleus..."

His brows furrowed slightly as he stared down at the small human he had become friends with. Was he worried? It seemed more than that.

"It's not just a worry," he continued, "Perhaps it is also... admiration."

They stopped before they could even begin their next sentence. Was Malleus complimenting them in earnest?

"Oh?" they managed to say.

He smiled, eyes gleaming.

"I do admire you deeply, [Name]," he told them, "For... For being all I cannot be."

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Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia starts off viewing [Name] as a child.

They remind him of Silver and he is much older than the other students, so it's only natural that he's a bit apprehensive.

They seem naive and that worries him, but it's also fun to use.

A few pranks have [Name] scrambling to get Sebek's help.

Still, Lilia cares about them, mostly from afar.

He would not be the one to confess first because he knows he will depart soon enough but he is always sweet to [Name].

The joke about [Name] being a second parent to Silver does not go unused. Silver did not appreciate that one but laughed in the end.

"My dear," Lilia began his statement in earnest, giving an almost evil grin as he came closer, however, to the person he had claimed as his lover only days ago, "May I ask you something~?"

"Lilia?" they asked, startling slightly when he hugged them but relaxing into it all the same, "What is it?"

They were used to him being a bit strange but part of him seemed... very serious and they were not sure what to make of it. [Name] was new to this whole "dating" situation. Sure, they had read about it. But this was different. This was real. Wasn't it?

This was new for them, in more ways than one, he was Lilia-senpai.

"[Name], how do you feel about being a mother?" he asked.

They paused. What was he asking them? Why? Now? Why would they be a mother? Children? They were still in school and, and, and...

Their thoughts raced a bit at the question but calmed as soon as they heard the giggly laugh that suggested he was messing with them somehow.

"You must not fret so," he told them, patting their head affectionately.

"But you asked if I was going to be a mom?" they asked him.

"Not of new life, not yet," he told them, that was a plan for some other day at some other time, "I meant to my son who is almost grown."

Son... who is almost... SILVER?

Their jaw dropped at the realization.

"You want me to help with Silver?"

[Name]'s eyes were wide. Silver wasn't too far from their age.

"Yes!" Lilia chirped an answer.

"Well..."

What were they supposed to say to this? They weren't the type to decline their lover's request and they did care for Silver. They could see how he would need another parent to balance the chaos of Lilia now. But, them? It was a lot to take in.

"I will let you think about it, but as my lover, it does make you a parent to him in some sense of the word, perhaps an unconventional one, though," he explained to them.

They nodded.

"Father, please do not harass [Name]!" Silver spoke up from across the room, looking at [Name] a moment later, "You do not need to be my mother if you do not wish to be."

Ah, [Name] had forgotten. They were in the Diasomnia Commons. Silver and Sebek were here. There was an audience.

"Hmm..." they hummed, trying to think it over.

"But isn't Silver still so cute?" Lilia cooed.

"Father-" Silver attempted to cut in but [Name] spoke too soon.

"I suppose I wouldn't mind helping with your son, Lilia."

"Yay~"

At least Lilia was happy. Silver might need to vent to someone later.

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Silver

Silver does not realize he has befriended [Name] until they have been friends for several weeks. He does not have the heart to back out after this and only grows closer to them from this point on.

He grows to like their optimistic attitude.

They share a bit of naivety in the world and others sense this.

Silver confesses first as he believes this is the "correct" way to do it based on the books (manga) that Lilia offered him as advice.

They decide to be a couple fairly easily and it's a first for them both. Silver has never had a relationship outside of his work as a guard and being Lilia's adoptive son.

Silver and [Name] don't realize they are in love until everyone else is already painfully aware of their feelings for each other.

Lilia likes to mess with both Silver and his lover.

Silver and his lover often become victims of these pranks.

[Name] and Silver are too forgiving in these instances.

Sebek sometimes yells at them about it.

"Is this cheese?" [Name] asked Silver, trying to get the substance out of her hair and failing, "Cheese from the ceiling?"

Their expression was one of confusion as they looked between their hair and the white-haired boy who was also trying to get the sticky orange substance off of his dorm uniform's horned hat. He didn't seem pleased but was far less surprised than they were.

"Yes, I think so," he told them.

They paused, thinking about it more deeply.

"....Why?"

"Well..." Silver trailed off for a moment, trying to think of a way to answer her without incriminating someone, "It was a practical joke."

"A joke? Cheese from the ceiling was a joke?" she asked, confused but not angry, trying to find the hilarity in the event, "What does it mean?"

"I don't think it has a meaning, this is just how my- How Lilia-senpai shows his affection for me, for you, for ... us, I suppose?"

"Oh..." they said before their eyes widened, "Oh!"

"Yes..." he managed to respond, hesitant.

He felt a bit bad Lilia had done something that startled them.

"Does that mean Lilia-senpai thinks of us as... a pair?"

"Maybe?" Silver responded.

It seemed likely enough that Silver and [Name] were seen as a pair by his father. He was prone to assigning roles to people in Silver's experience. It didn't warrant cheese but, oh well. They really do sell everything at the School Store, he noted.

That was probably where his father had gotten this... whatever it was.

"We are best friends, right Silver?" [Name] asked, pulling him from his thoughts at what other oddities the store might be selling.

"Yes, but..."

He wanted to say it. He had thought it over for a week, been yelled at by Sebek, been told to "court properly" by Prince Malleus... He had to do it. He was a knight. What scared him so much about this?

Silver let out a soft breathy sigh.

"But?" [Name] asked, repeating what he had half-said.

He had to do this. He wanted to do this. Silver was determined.

"I have been meaning to ask you something, [Name]," he told them.

"What is it...?" [Name] asked, surprised for the second time that day.

Copying what he had read in the books Lilia offered him, he took their hands in his and looked at them with a sparkle in his eyes they had not seen until this very moment. He was serious.

"[Name]," he spoke once more.

They blinked at him. What was he trying to say?

"Yes....?" they replied.

"Would you do me the... honor of..." Silver paused for a second or two before he continued, "Being mine? I am in love with you so ardently I might... You're lovely."

The line was a jumble of the things he had read. Would that suffice? Would it be a proper request to them? He knew it had to be done respectfully or else he would bring shame to his father and master alike. Silver would never want to do that, he was loyal to the fae despite his very humanity.

His eyes gazed into theirs, not wanting to look away and miss their answer. Silver watched as they processed his words, face flushing slightly as soon as they understood what he meant with that flowery question. They struggled for words.

"You. Me..." they paused, "Yes!"

He expected a bit more hesitation but they seemed enthusiastic about it as they jumped into his arms and wrapped theirs around his neck, hugging him tightly. They both ignored the strings of sprayable cheese that was still covering them both and the laundry that would need to be done shortly after.

"I am glad you accept my feelings," he managed to say.

[Name] nodded into his shoulder.

"This is all like a dream.." they said softly to him.

If this was a dream, Silver noted, it was a sweet one.

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Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek is annoyed by [Name] for the first while they know each other but it is mostly because their "kind" personality causes them to approach him and they are a HUMAN.

They grow on him only because he just keeps running into them?

Is the universe trying to get them together? (yes)

Through repeated exposure, they begin a kind of friendship

[Name] listens intently when Sebek speaks about Malleus.

This aids in the development of their friendship.

Sebek does not know how to confess.

There is some internal conflict for this guard about his feelings.

[Name] remains blissfully unaware of his struggles.

Sebek means well he was just raised by a very human-phobic grandpa who he idolizes. We're all aware it's a problem.

"Sebek!" [Name] finally said a bit louder than the original attempt at getting his attention, "Are you okay?"

The knight was startled to attention and instantly straightened his posture before taking a fighting stance as though they were in danger. To that, [Name] was not sure what to say.

"Ah, it's you," he said, albeit quieter than usual, "I'm fine."

They narrowed their eyes at him briefly but didn't say anything. [Name] trusted him at their core, so they believed his words.

"If you say so," they shrugged, "So, are we going into town?"

Sebek turned to see [Name] sparkling at him with the sweetest smile on their lips. They were excited about this trip, weren't they? How could he have let himself get distracted from a task that Lilia gave him? Lilia told him to accompany this human, his friend, into town as a guard. Something about magic-less people not being safe alone.

He was in no position to question Lilia.

"We are!" he said, volume returning with force, "OFF WE GO!"

[Name] just giggled as they followed after him, blissfully unaware of the reason for his awkward posture and strange fluctuation in volume (even more than usual). They simply assumed it was Sebek being himself. He always was a bit strange and they adored him for it, seeing the passion in his eyes even when he was being a bit... much.

As kind and caring as they were, there was a certain naivety about [Name]. Falling in love was foreign to them. Perhaps that was why they did not notice the tell-tale signs that Lilia would have pointed out to them if he didn't like seeing Sebek squirm so much.

Sebek was in love with [Name].

But how did he tell someone that he cared for them? That he appreciated their mothering side and the fact that they listened to him. He thought about them! He wanted to please them! And... He dreamed of what their life could be like after they graduated. That one was embarrassing.

He glanced over toward them for a moment.

There they were, blissfully unaware of the anxiety within him at the thought that his feelings could change the friendship they had.

"This will be a fun day," Sebek told [Name], "You have my word."

"As a knight?"

"Yes... As a knight."

"Yay!!"

Their smile was all that mattered to him. He could wait just a bit longer to tell them the truth. All in good time... He could do it.

Lilia might have other plans though...

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[revelboo]

MY BELOVED SCAVENGERS!!!!!!! RRAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Best dysfunctional found family

Lifeless Ordinary Pt 18

Scavengers x Reader

• “You know we can’t just hide in here forever, right?” You ask, cheek on an arm as you sprawl on your belly, Spin’s head resting against the small of your back. So far, no one’s been brave enough to come in and check on the two of you again. Though you had heard what sounded like a muffled fight and Fulcrum yelling from the other side of the door not that long ago. Figure it was most likely Misfire and Crankcase trying to throw him into Medbay under the premise of checking on you again.

• Venting against you, he keeps an optic on the closed door. “Can,” he mutters, feeling you laugh, a soft hand reaching back to fumble until you find his cheek. Knows sooner or later he’ll need energon and you’ll need food. But right now? He doesn’t want to share you with the others. Hadn’t he found you? And he’s more relaxed right now than he’s been in, well, longer than he can remember.

• “Cut it out,” Krok says when Crankcase and Misfire try to drag Fulcrum back to Medbay again. It’s not even concern for you anymore so much as hazing the newest Scavenger. And while he’s sure Spinister will listen if you tell him to stop because the big mech does whatever the Pit he wants, but does seem to listen to you at least. “Why don’t you go check on them if you’re concerned?” He growls at Misfire. “Tiny probably needs some water and take some energon, not Engex, to Spinister.”

• “Aw, you do care.” Grinning as Krok frowns at him, Misfire leans his arms on his console, wings flaring. “Bet you’re wishing it was you in there, not Spin.” Knows he is. As much as he loves teasing you, you’ve started playing a starring role in his daydreams. And Spin’s just keeping you to himself when they could share. Maybe his big, buddy just needs a little nudge?

• When Misfire just grins, Krok has the unsettling feeling that he just unleashed a hungry sharkticon on you. Optics narrowing as he watches Misfire fetch you one of those tiny, ridiculously expensive bottles of water and an energon cube for Spinister. Can’t deny a curiosity about you, about that. But if you’d chosen Spinister, he’s not about to cause waves. Not like he doesn’t realize he’s the oldest mech among them, that you likely never would look at him as a desirable mech when there’s younger, eager mechs vying for your attention. “Behave,” he warns Misfire, knowing the Seeker won’t listen.

• Looking up when the door opens again, you’re surprised that it’s Misfire, not Fulcrum. Maybe they’d gotten bored of tormenting the poor mech. Or maybe Misfire just wants to perv on you. And you know it’s the latter when he tips his head to stare at you. Feel Spin’s immediate growl falter some when he sees what’s in Misfire’s hands. Reminding you that they get along pretty well most of the time. Grinning at you as he sets the energon cube down along with the water, the cube so big Spin will need to mass shift back to drink, something you’re sure Misfire is aware of. “There’s nothing prettier than a well fragged human,” he says, tapping a servo on the Medbay table. “Except for maybe the sight of my spike sinking into that human.” Face heating, you frown up at him, because he really just doesn’t care one bit about what anyone else thinks.

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I stumbled on this in my recommendations on Amazon. It’s an August 2025 preorder, but I know the WFC Spinister by himself is over $100 now because he’s sold out, so if anyone was after a Spinister figure…

[kabr0ztrousers]

Would love a chubby fem reader who comes across a hurt monster (whatever you feel like writing for) in the woods and helps it. In return the monster drags her back to his den and breeds her. 🫶🫶🫶

Ask, and you shall receive, dear reader!

Kabr0z Writes Episode 27: The Wounded Beast

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: creampie; inflation; mild gore; size difference; enthusiastic consent; pregnancy mention; human X feral (fantasy);

A/N: Sometimes when I write asking you folks to ask for what you want to read, I get requests in return! I'm aiming to write one of these a day for a whole year! If you have an idea, it's pretty likely to get made if you only ask!

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You've been ranging these woods for years, today you're tracking a poacher. Since the council made this section of forest a monster sanctuary, bandits kept marauding through, trying to nab a few illicit heads to turn in for bounties. This bastard was leaving traps. You know you'll still be finding them for weeks after you get him, even if they do make it comically easy to track his movements.

You hear a clang, then a yelll. You break into a sprint. The your soft body rolling as you barrel through the undergrowth and over roots. People expect a ranger to be swarthy and limber, not be 200 pounds and built to toss cabers. Always surprises them to get blindsided by a woman twice their size. You burst through to where you heard the trap, a small cleared patch. The bandit got there before you, poor fuck. He'd probably expected to get a hobgoblin or a lurker. Caught in the jaws of his trap was a minotaur, a big, ornery alpha male. This beastie is covered in blood, only some of it his. It's gnawing on a femur, torn from the bandit currently strewn around the glade.

A wounded minotaur is the most dangerous beast in these woods. Thankfully you know a few tricks from living out here. You took off your top, baring your big tits before stepping out, bowing low and mooing as best as you can. If it thinks you're a cow it won't attack you, at least until it figures out the ruse. You make it to the trap. It's a simple bear trap, normally used by fur trappers up North. Maybe he was from there? You press down on either side of it, forcing the jaws apart and getting the minotaur's hoof out before allowing it to snap shut again. You knelt and inspected the wound. The big brute was barely hurt. Minotaur skin is tough, and their bones are like iron. A quick strip of cloth to keep the wound clean and you're on your way. Not a moment too soon either, it sounds like he's nearly done with his bone and you don't want to be next on the menu.

You turn to leave. A huge hand closes around your ankle. Your blood runs cold.

The beast hefts you above its head, dangling you upside-down and staring into your eyes. You'd never seen a minotaur so close up. You can feel its hot breath on your face, the smell of blood and rotten meat making bile rise in your throat. With a snort, it tosses you over its shoulder. You shake with his steps, even built as you are, he's carrying you like you weigh nothing at all. Nothing challenges him as he carries you back to his den.

It's quiet. Normally a minotaur bull would have a harem of cows, each kept in a state of permanent pregnancy by his frequent rut. This one must be young, and decided you were convincing enough to take with him. You feel him moving you off his back, yelping as he drops you onto the threshed floor. The grass is warm on your back. He's above you, huffing and grunting as his cock edged out of its sheath, long and thick, a pronounced flare at the tip. From here you can see his balls, as big as apples, churning in anticipation.

When in Rome, as they say.

You reach out to the twitching cock in front of you and start rubbing the shaft. His grunts got faster as soon as you touched it, the lengthening cock in front of you responding. The flare bulges before you, ready to start rutting into you, but you'll need some more prep of you don't want to hurt yourself. You pull off your trousers and rub at your pussy, spreading the wetness around. You start licking his flare, getting as much spit and drool over it as you can. Every bit of lubrication will help, and the thick drops of precum rolling out of him are definitely going to help. You can feel yourself dripping your own juices, the sound of you fingering yourself mingling with his grunts. You're as ready as you'll ever be.

You pull away from his cock and turn around, bracing yourself on the cave wall and presenting your rear to him, you've seen minotaurs rutting before, but never imagined you'd be on the receiving end.

He gripped your waist, taking great handfuls of your supple flesh and lining himself up. You're on your tiptoes, and can tell he's aiming downwards to get at your pussy. You arch your back as he forces the flare in, stretching your cunt around it. You stay there a moment. This must be his first time, he's getting used to you before he fucks you properly. A roll of your hips reminds him what to do as he grips harder and lifts you up. You're pulled upright as he holds you above his cock, moaning as you're lowered down onto it. Your legs twitch as he hits your cervix, skewering you on his cock before lifting you up again. He's picking up speed, lifting and dropping you, using you like a cocksleeve to get off. Your hands aren't idle either. One is groping at your tits and the other rubbing your clit faster and faster, delighting in being filled so thoroughly. He drops you down hard, forcing the air out of you and bringing you to a gasping orgasm. You start squeezing with your pussy, desperate to feel him fill you with his cum. You don't have to work too hard. He grabs your tits as he leans over, keeping you pinned to his belly as his cock spurts straight into your womb. You can feel the huge flare plugging you up as he fills you. Your needy womb fills fast from the sheer volume he pumps into you, starting to bulge and distend as you cum again from the feeling of the hot seed pumping into you, jet after jet.

He keeps you clutched to him. The cock in you isn't deflating yet, still twitching and spurting occasionally, the volume of semen in you causing some to leak out around him. Your legs are dangling uselessly below you, you're held up entirely on his cock. You can feel it start to shift and retract. Pulling gently out until the flare comes out of you with an audible pop. A gush of thick cum and a gasp from you accompany it. He sits and lays your head in his lap, playing with your hair as his cum leaks out of your pussy.

Being a minotaur's wife doesn't seem so bad, on reflection

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And that's another one in the bag!

Again, if you want me to write anything, anything at all, ask, ask, ask! If you don't ask you might not get, and if you send an anon ask, you can get me to write as many as you like! I won't know it's the same person asking, now will I?

Also, do we prefer fantasy stories or sci fi? I can't guarantee the line won't blur occasionally, but it'll be nice to gauge interest

[internetgiraffekid1673]

I'm now racking my brain for book scenes that would pass a reverse bechdel test, just for fun. It is genuinely so funny to me that I'm having to make the same exceptions I usually make in reverse, lol. Dexter in particular gets more focus in the books, but his best friends are Raven and his sister, so that doesn't help much lmao.

I can think of a few that come close off the top of my head. The first is in Dexter's end-of-summer short story that takes place just before the school year.

The Charmings are at a big family reunion and they all segregate by gender for a family scavenger hunt. The girls get a list of places to lock themselves up in where they have to wait for rescue, while the boys all get a list of family heirlooms to hunt down. Each heirloom is guarded by something dangerous, but saving the princess will give you something helpful to defeat it.

No girls are mentioned explicitly by name except for an off-handed comment about Grandma Alluring and most of them are only vaguely referenced i.e. "save a princess if you find her, but BACK TO THE QUEST!"

(Neither Darling nor Dexter plays by the rules of course. Darling saves herself (with a little accidental help from Kitty), and ends out retrieveing a magic sword out of a swimming pool while fighting the razor eel guarding it. She then rehides the sword in a much safer and easier spot and helps her 7 year old cousin find it, so that he can get some of the attention he's been lacking (poor kid is named Good Enough because his parents ran out of adjectives.

Dexter trips and falls into a broom closet where he gets attacked and imprisoned by a changeling that was NOT part of the game. No, apparently his cousin Charity really wanted some alone time away from the Charming Insanity TM to read some books, so she summoned a malevolent and dangerous magical being to impersonate her. She was immediately imprisoned, but since she hasn't run out of books yet, she's not too fussed, and she figures she'll only start screaming when she gets bored. Dexter breaks himself out and defeats the changeling using his Aunt Arachne's magical crochet hook, and then sends Darling to rescue Charity).

Dexter also has a short conversation about being a wallflower with a half-ogre manservant Gordon (where Gordon offhandedly mentions his mother and father) in this, and a good-natured wrestling match with Daring at the beginning (where Dexter yells "oh no, she's going to fall" to trick Daring off his game, which works). I think between these moments, we've got a full scene.

The next would be in A Semi-Charming Kind of Life, which is in the Next Top Villain series by Suzanne Selfors.

There are many scenes in this book where Darling impersonates Dexter via wearing his full body jousting armor and pretending to have a flu so s/he can't talk (Dexter actually does have the flu and is safely sleeping in his dorm during these scenes. He has no idea she's doing this).

As such, while Darling is technically present for all the jousting classes, she doesn't actively participate in the conversation and everybody thinks there are no girls around. Since all of these scenes are almost exclusively about jousting techniques and tournament talk, I think they count, even if Darling isn't paying particularly close attention to the guys' small talk since she's busy trying not to expose herself.

The final one I can think of off the top of my head is a very miniscule moment---more of a microscene---in Once Upon a Pet.

During the story about how Hopper got his pet dragonfly, he spends a lot of time with his roommate Sparrow Hood. While most of this is spent in typical Hopper fashiom---obsessing over Briar---the presence of a fire-breathing dragonfly distracts him from girls for a fair bit. They spend decent time brainstorming a name for him (Briar ends out naming him Drake), and Hopper also monologues at Drake---in frog form---about how he's not uncivilized enough to eat him, even if he is hungry.

Well! That was a fun little experiment! The fact that I have to have such extensive book knowledge and I'm STILL nitpicking does prove your point, and your point about how funny/kinda cool Mattel is for this is a good one (especially because it is 10 times worse over in Monster High. Love you Mattel). But I will say if you'd like to see more stuff about the dudes where they get to actually do things and be more developed, go read the books!

Who am I kidding, I only ever EAH post for one reason. Even if you don't care about the guys, go read the books! They're great! Maybe if I get enough of you on this train someone'll finally write fanfic with book canon!

in love with how eah would fail a reverse bechdel test if it existed. there's like six guy characters and i cannot for the life of me recall an episode with them that didn't involve any of the girls. the thronecoming day bookball game? they were losing badly and got their asses saved by cerise. dragon games? not a single guy got drafted onto a team. not even daring, the only one who has a confirmed dragon riding license. true hearts day? ashlynn was given comfort by her friends but the writers didn't even have a single scene of hunter being consoled by his friends. this is mattel keeping fifth wave feminism alive

[impish-baby]

Hi! I hope you make sure to drink some water, eat a little something, and keep warm. May I request a fic where let's say the hero's sidekick gets kidnapped by a group of villains? When they wake up in an unfamiliar place they panic and start to regress but they're trying to hide it when they begin to get interrogated...(they're failing miserably at hiding it)

Maybe the villain and sidekick are hybrids? Up to you. Thank you and keep safe!

In April, I open my bill - platonic yandere! villians × sidekick! reader (pt.1) - 🪶🗡

You're so getting benched after this.

It's not even your fault that you were caught! Maybe you begged a little to go out on a mission, but it was supposed to be a simple stake out, not an ambush. Nobody has let you out on the field without a babysitter since you started training! And the one time you are, you're kidnapped. Great. You'll never hear the end of it.

To make things better, there's a power suppressor strapped to your ankle. Cowards. It not like you're already bound to the damm chair you woke up in, they just had to go the extra mile. Maybe they see you as an actual threat? A tiny bit of pride swells in your chest.

You are a threat! You're part of the best hero team there is, doesn't matter that you aren't debuted out to the public yet, you're still an important member!

.....they're going to come save you soon, you know it.

There's no way you've been passed out for very long, a few hours at most, right? Yeah, it won't be too long now.

On the bright side, you're not beat up! A small donk to the back of the head and that's it. Your wings ache from being fixed to your back, but at least you'll be able to stretch them when you're back to base. Gotta look at the positive things.

When the door clicks open you're just expecting to see the same idiot goons that grabbed you in the first place, not the nemesis of your mentor.

You take it back, there's absolutely no positives.

"My, you are certainly a treat.. I should've given Helix and his crew more credit." Asphodel has a pleasant smile on his face, it's the opposite of comforting. "You're the one that's gotten the city all in a buzz, huh? The little sidekick Apollo took so graciously under his wing.."

You're not scared. You're not. You're terrified.

So much blood has been split by the villian you could fill an ocean and still have some leftover. He's cruel, careless, the last hero he sinked his claws into was dropped unceremoniously on the steps of the capital building. The only thing your team might be retrieving is a corpse.

"So, dearest, I'm awfully curious. Everyone is really. Why don't you tell me a little about yourself?" A plush stool is dragged in front of you so the villain can sit, his own wings spread out gracefully behind him. Lucky bastard.

When you only glare silently he chuckles, his smile turning into a smirk. "Aw, are you shy? Poor thing, here, I'll go first to ease your nerves." Asphodel holds put his hand like he expects you to shake it, "I imagine you know my name already, so I won't bore you with telling you things you're already aware of, but I have very special plans for you. It's such a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

You'll die alone. The last thing you'll have done before going out is getting in a stupid argument with everyone because they said you weren't ready to do things solo. At least you can't tell a dead person I told you so. Nobody can blame you for the wetness slipping down your cheeks either.

"Oh, are those tears already?" He feighns surpise, placing the previously outstretched hand over his heart. "I thought you were a hero in training? How unbecoming of someone under the city's golden boy's tutelage."

A pathetic chirp almost leaves your lips before you bite your tongue. You just want your nest. You want to wake up like this was a horrible nightmare and have Apollo baby you like you're a delicate fledgling again.

"I haven't touched a single hair on your pretty head and already you've started with the waterworks." He gives a disappointed sigh, "perhaps that's why you've been here a week with no pesky heros showing up, they finally have a chance to be rid of a weakling among their ranks."

A week? No. No, someone would've come for you by then.

"Hm?" He leans towards you, cupping your cheek surprisingly gentle. It still makes you flinch. "You don't believe me, do you, dear?" Asphodel hums, leaning back and pulling a phone from his pocket. "Here, see for yourself."

The mission was Monday, it's 10 pm on Saturday now.

A news report just rubs salt in the wound, there's not one mention of your name. Not a missing persons report. There's nothing to attribute that someone's been looking for you at all.

"It's a little mean of them, isn't it?" He turns the video off before putting the phone back into his pocket, "Abandoning you here with me, don't fret though, darling."

A broken chirp finally does leave you when he reaches to pet your head, his eyes widening almost as much as yours are. "Oh. Oh. That does make my job so much easier."

He stands up in a blink of an eye to reach under your costume, shushing you softly. "It's ok, I'll only be a moment." Asphodel gasps when he brushes your feathers, stepping back and wagging a finger at you. "Naughty thing, do you know how bad for you that is? Goodness.."

You're still frozen still with fear and shock, not even moving when he starts to untie you from the chair. "Honestly.. we'll hope that you haven't done any permanent damage, it'll be a shame if you're grounded because of this."

You were told that it's safe. That you still used your wings enough, so you didn't need to worry about your flight being affected. You trusted Apollo and the others more than anything.

"There we are.." Asphodel also goes ahead and takes off your cloak for you once the restraints are gone, cutting two slits into the back of your undershirt with his talons so your wings can slip through. "Perfect, that must feel so much better."

It does, or it would if he didn't immediately start picking through your feathers.

"Hush," he's being careful, straightening anything that's out of place with a practiced hand. "I'm helping, my dove. You're safe, those old nasty heroes that betrayed you don't matter. Just focus on me."

You don't mean to melt into his arms, but all the emotions you feel mix into a confusing mess. Being held makes it go away a little.

"Good, you're such a good little one, aren't you?" He coos, words dripping with honeyed sweetness. "You don't think about anything else other than feeling safe with me, that's all you need to know."

(a/n: apologies..I got away from the prompt with this I think qwq hopefully it was still enjoyable! I'll do something more with reader regressing if there's interest)

[lostinlovingrevery]

Logans a Perv...

But only for HIS girl.

nsfw under the cut (also not proofread so major spelling and grammer lol. I'm supposed to be in bed!)

The moment Logan gets feelings for you, he is LASER focused. Ain't no one else gonna grab his attention. He's not blind of course, he can address when someones attractive

BUT YOU

the pretty thing you are

He can not and will not get you out his mind.

It first starts when he's admiring your body. Curvy or thin, big or small breasts, ass, tummy, whatever. He thinks of everything he could do to you. He becomes obsessed with the features that are UNIQUELY you, even parts that aren't neccesarily "sexy" he gets turned on staring at

You'll probably catch him staring at your chest and ass more than once and he'll play it off but get secretly flustered.

He likes to imagine groping you, spreading you open

Hes fantasizing about you every night. Putting you in positions both possible and impossible.

He's thinking about you creaming and trembling around his cock, lips in an o shape with your head tipped back in pleasure. The imagination of his goes WILD

He wants to ruin you (in a good way)

He cums fairly quickly at the imagination of you. Also he probably has pictures that he uses for reference too. Literally cannot cum at the face or body of anyone else that's NOT you.

Can't stop thinking about your pretty lil face and pretty lil tits.

Will take notice of the size different between you.

(As friends) He's a perfect gentleman to you in person. Maybe he "accidentally" bumps into you from behind, likes to tower over you as he looks down at you with this faint smirk you're not quite sure is about but makes you nervous, his hands linger on your shoulders or lower back. He never purposely tries to touch you in a bad way, his hand just slips! (he's a menace, but we love him)

If you and Logan are the type to train, he totally gets off on the scent of you sweating. Also just any hand to hand/wrestling turns him on immensely. He's hoping that you don't (do) notice the major erection he's got while you're pinning him down.

If he's anywhere near your apartment, bedroom, whatever your situation is, be sure that one of your (used) panties WILL go missing

He has your scent memorized. He'll know youre around immediately

despises himself for being a perv about you his friend, but he can't help it.

Genuinely does care about you as a person, but fuck do you drive him up the wall. Especially if you wear a skirt or low cut top.

Sundresses ESP drive him insane. He'll have to excuse himself and hide in the bathroom and get himself off to you because he becomes so hard it's painful

His mutation just makes him pretty damn horny and he can't help the pretty lil thing you are

And when he gets lucky enough to get his hands on you

Oh youre in for a treat

this man gets NASTY

begs you to let him cum inside a lot, likes to watch it leak out of you. Likes to see it on your pretty lips too

you'll discover those missing panties that been gone for a few months under his pillow one day. I'm not gonna describe the state they're in

When you confront him about it, he just smirks and asks if you want it back, since it didn't smell like you anymore. he already grabbed a new pair that was currently in his pocket

will cum in your panties and make you wear them throughout the day. Likes to picture you sitting uncomfortably feeling his spunk sticking to your skin and then when he peels them off you later he likes to see the mess

He likes to watch you tremble as he slowly pushes his throbbing cock inside you slowly as possible.

Hes awful in public, he's not huge on pda no, he'll keep it to hand holding when people are around, maybe a lil kiss. BUT if no ones around? He's groping you, he's staring at your tits.

He'll whisper dirty things in your ear, try to get a rise out of you. He likes seeing the fluster on your face and the smell of your arousal, knowing that no one else around you has any idea

def got polaroids of you in compromising positions (you after he fucked your brains out with cum leaking out of you)

hes gropes you at home all the time. in fact he actually will suggests more than once for you to walk around naked (assuming there's not other people around). maybe you oblige his request on his bday or valentines...

we all know his pain kink yall

LOVES giving oral yall, honestly unless you say no you''re not going a day without getting that pussy ate.

He'll have your thighs trembling. Honestly your legs are probably gonna become numb after the first week of being with him

hell drink you up. like he will literally drink you like a man who just came across an oasis after 4 days in a desert

I feel like he would really enjoy outdoor sex, and also chasing you btw

He'll REALLY like chasing you. go ahead and run little mouse and see how far you can go

If you surprise him with lingerie you're not gonna be seen for a day or two

def got a thing about seeing you being a little helpless. tied up, pinned down, begging, whatever situation. He can't get enough of it

thats not to say that he doesn't love it when you take charge and put him in place either ;)

def a dom though, but for you he'll pretend.

too that hes a control freak btw

If he sees someone in something sexy like on tv he'll immediately picture on it you- then think how he could get said thing for you

So nasty how he talks to you too. He'll talk to your pussy and play with it for fun. it's not even for YOUR enjoyment at this point.

we all agree he talks you through it but he makes it keep going. he'll tell you how good you look cumming, what a good girl you are, he'll talk about how pretty your pussy is

praise king over here

will rub his cock in your folds over and over. even when your begging him to put it in.he gets hypnotised how good you look around him

tit jobs

likes to smack your face and lips with his cock too

not to bring up scent things but he's never letting you go without smelling like him. it doesn't matter if other people can smell like him, HE NEEDS you to smell like him

biting to. loves to bite. loves to be bitten (pain kink!)

will straight up fantasize about you during meetings with the xmen (if you are apart of it). Charles will chatise him later and tell him that he's projecting his thoughts a lil too loudly

remember the sundresses? if you try to wear that around him. you're getting fucked. more than once.

he's constantly feeling you. not just your tits or ass. he's pinches the skin of your hips or arms. squeezing your belly if your have a little more chub.

[wrystia]

cut that!! spencer agnew x fem!reader (fluff/est. relationship) wc: 932

   "welcome back, we are playing the classic clue game. but the catch is that one of us is the killer and must try to throw the others off from figuring out who it is, what they used, and what room they did it in..." you start off the video, fixing your bowtie and straightening your glasses, "i'm your host professor plum and welcome to my classroom."

  "that was so corny holy shit," angela immediately exclaims, laughing as she lowers her head off to the side, making sure she doesn't hit the table. 

 it was either the way her laugh echoes through the room or the absolute exhaustion that you were feeling from the busy week but you broke out in laughter as well. you look to your coworkers who are also holding back laughter and running their hands down their faces. “i’m never introducing a video ever again,” you shake your head against the games table, laugh subsiding.

  “i don’t know i thought it was pretty good.”

  “you’d think anything was good spencer, you literally tried to get me to say ‘and what room they did it in.. and by ‘it’, i mean… murder’. like that isn’t even cornier,” you look over at him, knee pressing against his under the table.

  he smiles widely at the comment, looking back at you with a similar getup to yours. however, his suit is less fashionable than yours (and considerably more green). his glasses even crooked in a way that makes you want to correct them like you would do any other way. fingers grappling at the temples and fixing them just before pulling him in a kiss. however, you restrain yourself, simply shaking your head.

  “that’s actually true, i saw them writing it with the pencil in the editor’s room,” shayne brings his fingers together, dressed like wadsworth, his usual smirk lining his lips. 

  you shake your head lightly, trying to take in the absolutely insanity that the room has become. none of you were running on enough sleep, filming nearly everyday that week and then finishing off today with a long shoot. you try to keep your composure, but the lack of sleep was getting to your head. “thank you for the info, wadsworth… but how about we start with our first guess, mrs. white. use your bob and roll that dice,” you set them in front of angela.

  the following rounds went rather easily, gathering information from the different sources. your paper was mostly filled out with information that would either screw you over or could win the game. looking up from your paper, you scan each of their faces, watching as shayne rolls again. “okay, so i’m in the kitchen. i’d like to make my guess. it was professor plum in the living room with the rope,” he looks over at you, grabbing the small envelope.

  making eye contact with shayne, you feel your lips curling into a smile of success. pursing your lips you hide it and wait for him to look at the cards. as he pulls them out he keeps his eye contact with you, only looking down when the cards are all out. much to your knowledge, he was completely wrong on the murderer part. “i called it initially! i got completely thrown off,” he stuffs them back into the envelope, tossing it back towards the game board.

  “well it seems we have had our first false accusation and our first power outage?” you joke, watching as one of the crew members turns off the lights.

  as shayne situates a knife under his armpit, you can see fake blood on the handle and the blade. looking back towards spencer, you give him a soft smile, grabbing his hand under the table. “if you were the murderer you wouldn’t kill me, right?” you whisper, leaning back into your seat, raising your eyebrows.

  “no promises babe, but i would kill you last, if that’s any consolation,” he whispers back, knowing all of this will be cut for time.

  his eyes roll within the darkness, something you can only tell by the whites of his eyes. however, his thumb also rubs along the back of your palm, a soothing motion that comes to a slow start as someone counts down to continuing. pulling your hand back to the table, you sit up. the light flickers on and there sits shayne slumped in his seat. the knife sticks out, as well as his tongue. 

  angela immediately starts to giggle as she notices his tongue sticking out. it absolutely breaks the immersion but you can’t help but join in in her laughter. shayne lifts his head up from his seat, furrowing his eyebrows. “really? i die and you all start laughing, feels especially cold because i know who killed me.”

  “hey, you tried to make accusations and the killer got scared, honestly i think that’s your own fault.”

  “wow, victim blaming babe, that’s real mature of you,” spencer casuals calls you out, accidentally using one of the many pet names you share. looking at him with wide eyes, you immediately look back at the camera, hand doing a striking motion at your neck.

  “cut that!! you’re ridiculous,” you shake your head, bringing your hands up to rest your face in.

  the crew and ‘talent’ already knew about your relationship, and you’ve done this plenty of times. but there’s still something so special about being able to be playful and still keep it between you. so, while you’d love to tell the world, you’ve said ‘cut that’ more times than you can count. 

[hyuny-bunny]

seasons // series

summary: your bestfriend minho just wants you to see how desperately in love he is with you

warnings: fmc, use of she/her/hers, speculum, obgyn procedures, cussing, mentions of knotting and heat, omegaverse au

There was something so uncomfortable about being in an OBGYN’s exam room. Maybe it was the sterile and cold feelings of the rooms or the stirrups that resembled some sort of fucked up medieval torture device. Don’t even get started on the cold metal of a speculum, how far medicine has come, and yet there was no technological evolution that had been made yet that would make the entire experience of a vaginal exam any easier. Sitting up straight in the exam chair and waiting for the doctor to come back was nerve-racking, the small voice in your head that was screaming at you that you were perfectly fine was being drowned by the humming of the doctors' office and fluorescent lights above your head. When your doctor finally walked in with the manilla folder that held your results, you let out a small sigh you didn't realize you had been holding. She sits in front of you on a stool, blue jeans accompanied by a blue stripped shirt and her lab coat. She was fairly young for a doctor, but it brought comfort and reassurance when you first became her patient. Her glasses were pushed back on her face, tortoise shell frames complimented her eyes and brunette hair.

“Well your results looked good, you tested negative for any sexual transmitted disease or viruses. You’re the picture perfect ideal for someone your age but I do have one concern with your results.”

Well fuck.

“You said your last heat cycle was about a week ago but your pheromones are too high for my comfort. Are you spending these heat cycles with an alpha or anyone at all?”

You tense at the question knowing that the answer you’ll give will be less than satisfactory.

“No, I’m not mated and I’m not seeing anyone… I’ve…” You pause as she gives a sympathetic look of encouragement to finish the sentence. “I have been with anyone in the last year and a half so I’ve been spending my heat cycles alone or… taking heat suppresents.”

You can see the gears turning, if she was shocked or appalled by the idea of you taking heat suppressants at your ripe age of 23, she didn't show it. She clears her throat as she begins to speak.

“While there is nothing innately wrong with ‘heat suppresents’ it does present an issue that someone at your age who has been sexually active in the past is trying to suppress those cycles. For young teen girls at 16 to 19, it's perfectly okay, their bodies can handle the postponement until they choose to become active. For someone like you, it's like to trying to put the lid on a boiling pot of water thinking it’ll bring down the heat but it will only make things hotter to the point that it overflows.” She pauses to check that you’re following along. “That’s what they do to your pheromones, your body will eventually become resistant to the suppressants and cause your body to go in overdrive to compensate for what it's missing.”

You knew this was a possibility but being smacked in the face by the reality of it made all that more unfortunate.

“So what do I do?” She takes a moment to let out a sigh she had been holding as well.

“Find someone to spend these heat cycles with. Neglecting your body of the one thing it needs naturally will only create more problems down the road.”

Getting fucked was one thing but getting knotted because your body needed it was an entirely different thing. You cant help the groan that escapes you.

“By no means am I telling you to go find the one person who you will mate with for the rest of your life, but at the very least find someone who can offer you support during these cycles. I’ve heard wonderful things from other patients about these apps-”

“I’ve tried those alpha finder apps… I won’t give the nitty-gritty details but my experience was the most unfortunate of them.” 

She tenses her eyebrows.

“For the next 6 months, find someone to spend your heat’s with and let your body detox the suppressants. If in 6 months, you haven't found a healthy solution, we will come up with a new plan. Okay?”

You can’t help the look of despair and defeat on your face but you give in reluctantly.

“Okay.”

“Good, I’ll send in a nurse to give you your birth control shot before you leave and set up the next check-up.”

“Thank you, Doctor Kim.” She gives you a soft smile before the nurse comes in to give you your shot.

It had been about 2 years since you dumped your ex and over a year with no sex. With the gravity of your situation looming over your head, you call your closest confidant and friend, Felix.

“Hello?”

“I’m gonna fling myself down a set of stairs” He chuckles at your response.

“So what happened?”

“In short, my doctor said I needed to get knotted and share my heat cyclces with someone. Had to resist the urge to go on a rant about how every alpha I know is misogynistic shit that only cares about getting a knot in with no regard for the omega they’re with. She even so much as suggested those omega seeker apps…”

“Oh don’t be so pouty, you know those heat suppressants were bound to catch up eventually.” He was right, he had said it from the start and ever since.

“What am I gonna do?” You ask almost a bit pathetically.

“Why don’t you ask Minho hyung?” 

“Why would I ask him when I’m talking you?’ You ask in genuine confusion but you can hear Felix role his eyes.

“Because he’s an alpha dummy. I’m sure if you asked he would help you.”

“I can’t ask him!”

Minho was your childhood friend and childhood crush. You two were next-door neighbors, spending every moment together, almost to the point that most people thought you were dating. It was a natural assumption for as much time as you spent together. It was a shock the day you learned he had presented as an alpha as much of his family and you had assumed he would present as a beta given his family’s long-standing streak of male betas. He stepped into the role with ease, he had gotten stronger in build and grew into his features, something about his eyes remained boyish in an endearing way that made your heart flutter every time. Much of his family and your own thought the two of you would end up together after you had presented as an omega, what a shock it was to them when had brought his first girlfriend home that wasn’t you. Much like you, he didn’t have the greatest track history in dating, he had only had two girlfriends that were semi-serious. 

“Why not? For as long as you two have been friends, I’d think you’d be comfortable enough to ask him..” 

“I can’t ask him… besides I’m pretty sure he has an omega side piece that he spends his ruts with so I’m sure he’s got that going for himself already.” It didn’t bother you but a part of you held a sliver of jealousy for whoever that omega might be.

“I can poke around and find out if you want?”

“No… It’s alright.” Felix was the only person who knew how much you pined over Minho.

“Suit yourself. You know, come to think of it, theres a club not too far from campus that does Omega Night, might be good stomping grounds for you to start?”

“Sounds like a nightmare… You think Han will come?” 

“Already asking” He says a little too proud of himself.

“You're the best Lix.” 

“I know! Talk to you soon.”

He hangs up the phone as you wait in the lobby of the doctor’s office as you wait for Minho to pick you up. He comes into the clinic to make sure you're okay and walk you to his car, you can’t help clenching your teeth seeing the girls inside fawn over him as he walks you out.

“How did it go?”

“Good… Mostly.” He you to the passenger side as he cocks an eyebrow at your response.

“What does that mean?” You sigh as he asks the question.

“In short my doctor said I need to find someone to spend my heat cycles with.”

There was a small pause before his head whipped around, something in his eyes you couldn’t quite detect. 

“As in..?’ “As in she wants me to get knotted.”

“Oh… So what's the plan?” His response was only slightly fazed and maybe it was the suddenness of the answer to his question or maybe it was the fact that his mind ran wild at the idea of you finally looking to him to be the one to help you through your heats.

“I’m not sure, it's not like I have an assortment of alpha’s on speed dial to help me but Felix suggested that maybe I try seeing whats out there for me, we’re supposed to go out Saturday night for ‘Omega Night’. I despise the idea but I’m running out of options.”

He pauses for a moment thinking about the possibility of you going home with another alpha, someone who was just looking for a quick fuck with no regard to your aftercare or even caring about your overall well-being. “Just you and Felix?” His hand grips the steering wheel tighter as he tries to hold himself back from shouting ‘PICK ME! CHOOSE ME!’ until you finally got the hint that he would do anything to be the one to care for you the way you deserved if you gave him the chance. 

“No Han is coming to, we might convince Changbin to play pretend body guard if needed.”

Just ask me

“Do you want me to go? I’ve heard some horror stories of pushy alphas at those clubs.”

While true that he has heard these stories, its mostly been told to him by classmates sharing their wild times.

“No it’s okay. I know you don’t really care for the whole club scene anyways.”

But I care about you god damn it.

He lets out a small huff and hum, finally pulling up to your apartment complex. It was one of the nicer ones around the University neighborhood. He parks the car getting off to open your door.

“Do you want to come up? We can hang out for a bit.” You ask him looking at him with those sweet eyes, he shouldn’t.

“No, I got some errands to run but I’ll call you tonight. Get some rest you look a little tired.”

He pushes back a strand of hair from your face tucking it behind your ear, it never fails to make your heart flutter. He’d done it so often it shouldn’t have phased you but it did.

“Oh yeah, um, call me later then,” His hand smooths your cheek as he pulls away reluctantly, and you turn to make your way toward your apartment. It took every bit of self-restraint from him to not call after you, to not walk you up to your place, to not take you up the stairs, toss you down, and spend hours making you scream his name.

He calls Changbin as he pulls away from your place.

“Changbin,”

“What’s up?”

“Felix and Y/N are gonna call you to ask if you’ll go out with them tomorrow night and I need you to go.”

“What? Why don’t you go?”

“She didn’t ask me, but I need you to go and make sure she doesn’t go home with anyone let alone some fucking asshole that wants a quick knot.”

part ii coming soon..