#but it' just so... so soft and tender and gentle

[misswynters]

The Noble Daughter

Viktor x fem! reader / wc. 1.5k

synopsis: You are the daughter of a influential noble house. And Viktor is your little secret.

warnings: 18+, smut ofc, getting caught, him whimpering, soft sex 🫶🏼, reader getting eaten out, switch lean sub! vik, fingering

there might be some mistakes… -.-

[note | pls don’t just like, but also reblog & give me feedback. i don’t want to get shadowbanned <3

Every shadow and flicker seemed to embrace the secrecy of your meeting, cocooning you in a world that was just yours and his. Viktor turned at the touch of your hand on his shoulder, his amber eyes widening in surprise before they softened, filled with a mixture of longing and tenderness that made your heart ache.

"You shouldn't be here," he murmured, his voice low and gentle, laced with both worry and desire. But his hand found its way to your waist, as though he couldn't bear the thought of letting you go.

"I had to see you," you whispered back, lifting a hand to his cheek, fingers grazing the roughness of his stubble. He leaned into your touch, and before either of you could say another word, his lips met yours.

The kiss started soft, hesitant, but soon grew with a fierce urgency. Viktor's hands moved to your waist, pulling you close, as if he needed to make up for every second you'd been apart. He broke the kiss only to breathe, his lips brushing over your cheek, your jaw, leaving a trail of heat wherever they touched. You leaned back against his worktable, the cool metal pressing into your back.

With a glance up at you, Viktor lifted the edge of your blue dress, his fingers grazing the bare skin of your thigh. The contact of his hands sent a shiver up your spine. His gaze flickered up, silently asking permission, and at your nod, he continued, his hands guiding you, exploring every curve with a careful reverence.

"Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice gentle, his eyes searching yours, filled with both longing and concern. "I don't want you to feel..."

"Viktor," you murmured, sliding a hand along his jaw, tilting his face so he could see the determination in your eyes. "I’m in desperate need of your touch."

He bit his lip and with a shaky breath, Viktor nodded. His eyes never leaving yours as he positioned himself between your legs, his hands gripping your waist. He entered you slowly as he filled you inch by inch. This is what you were yearning for. His eyes were shut close trying to suppress his sounds, however here and there a whimper would slip through.

Each thrust was met with the wet, quiet sounds of your bodies slapping against each other, amplifying every sensation in the silence of the lab. All you could hear was the wet squelching sounds you’re pussy made as he continued to fill you.

As he moved, Viktor's hands slid under your thigh, lifting one leg to rest against his hip. The new angle sent a jolt of pleasure through you, and you bit down on your lip to keep from crying out, your nails pressing into his shoulders.

Viktor's breath grew heavier, his forehead pressing against yours as he tried to hold back his own sounds. His gaze dropped down between you, watching where you were joined, the sight sending a shiver through him that made him let out a quiet whimper, his grip tightening on your thigh.

He began a slow, steady rhythm, each movement creating soft, wet squelching sound that continued to grow rapidly. The intimacy of it, the restraint you both held, only made the tension coil tighter. Viktor's gaze was intense, filled with both wonder and awe as he watched the way your bodies moved together. "I never thought..." he whispered, his voice breaking with emotion. "You're... everything I dreamed of."

You leaned forward, capturing his lips in a breathless kiss, muffling both your gasps as he quickened his pace. The sounds between you grew louder, the wet, rhythmic noises blending with the quiet hum of the lab, filling the space with a symphony meant only for the two of you. Every motion, every shift, was precise, Viktor's movements guided by both his passion and his care for you.

The tension built, coiling tight as Viktor's restraint began to slip. His breaths came in shallow gasps, and his eyes met yours with a look so full of longing, of devotion, that it nearly undid you. You clung to him, burying your face against his shoulder to stifle the moans that threatened to escape, your body moving in time with his, caught up in the quiet, forbidden passion.

With a quiet, trembling sigh, Viktor buried himself fully, his own quiet whimpers echoing softly in your ear as he felt you shudder around him. His hand found yours, fingers intertwining, grounding you as the last waves of pleasure washed over you both.

In the stillness that followed, Viktor pressed gentle kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, his hands still resting at your waist, as though he couldn't bear to let go. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice full of awe and tenderness. "For loving me... for being here."

Moments have passed since you have reached your first organism and you were still on the table. As the quiet settled over the lab, Viktor held you close for a few lingering breaths, his forehead pressed gently against yours. But soon, the intensity in his gaze softened, replaced by a tenderness that left you breathless.

With a quiet reverence, he carefully knelt before you, his hands resting on your thighs. He was weary to not hurt himself which would cause him more pain on his limp leg. Viktor’s golden eyes met yours as he slowly lowered himself, his expression filled with something almost worshipful. He pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of your knee, then to your thigh, each touch lingering as though he was committing every inch of you to memory. His lips moved higher, grazing over your skin with soft, open-mouthed kisses that left a warm, tingling trail in their wake.

Your breath hitched as his mouth moved closer towards your pussy, the intensity of the moment making your heart pound.

Viktor's metal fingers traced along your thigh, the coolness of his touch a delicious contrast to the heat he was leaving with his lips. His long, slender fingers followed the curve of your leg, slipping inside your walls with a grace that was gentle. You felt his thumb press softly against your skin, steadying you, while his other hand reached up to rest at your waist, grounding you in the moment.

The coldness of his metal hand sent a shiver through you, heightening every sensation, and he seemed to notice, a slight smile tugging at his lips. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, a hint of mischief in his gaze. "Still alright?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern, but his tone held a knowing warmth.

You managed a nod, your hand reaching down to thread through his hair, tugging him slightly closer. His lips quirked into a soft smirk before he returned his focus to you, pressing another kiss to your folds. His mouth moved with a slow, deliberate patience. His kisses growing bolder and deeper, as his tongue darted inside you.

Viktor's metal fingers traced light patterns along your skin, each touch careful, his control a testament to his dedication. As he moved higher, his thumb pressed gently along the inside of your thigh, guiding you open for him with a mixture of care and desire. The coolness of his touch, combined with the warmth of his lips, sent tremors through you that you could barely contain.

His mouth hovered near your folds, his breath warm against you, but he paused, looking up with a gaze full of tenderness. "You're... beautiful," he whispered, his voice barely a murmur, as though he was confessing a secret.

Before you could respond, his lips finally met your pussy, a quiet, reverent kiss that left you dizzy. His metal fingers continued their journey, a gentle, precise touch that sent waves of sensation through you, heightening every nerve. He took his time, savoring each reaction, each shiver, his mouth and hands working in tandem as he explored, worshipping every part of you with a devotion that left you breathless.

As his cool fingers reached deeper, finding your sensitive spots. His mouth followed, leaving soft, lingering kisses that melted any remaining restraint. The contrast of his cold touch and the warmth of his mouth created a rhythm that had you gripping the edge of the table, biting down on your lip to keep from crying out.

Viktor's pace quickened, his cool fingers moving with a newfound intensity. Each motion was calculated yet filled with passion, his gaze flickering between his hand and your face, drinking in every reaction, every quiet sound you made. His metal fingers, precise and deft, moved inside you at a pace that left you breathless, teetering on the edge as he guided you closer with each stroke.

He murmured soft, breathy reassurances between the kisses that he laid on your thighs. His voice filled with warmth."You're perfect... absolutely perfect," he whispered, his free hand caressing the curve of your thigh.

Viktor's replaced his slender fngers with his tongue again, alternating between teasing flicks and deep strokes, savoring every taste. His metal fingers splayed across your thigh, holding you firmly, while his other hand trailed down to his own body. He shivered as he began to touch himself in time with his mouth on you, his quiet moans and hitched breaths vibrating against you, only intensifying your pleasure.

He glanced up now and then, his amber eyes darkened with desire, watching the way you responded, drinking in every soft gasp and tremble. The sight of your flushed face and parted lips seemed to drive him further, his movements becoming more hungry as he lost himself in the pleasure he was giving you. His fingers dug into your skin, his grip tightening as he grew more desperate, his own moans blending with yours, low and needy.

The lab was filled with the squelching sounds of your bodies. A mix of his restrained groans, the wet, rhythmic noises of his mouth, and your own stifled whimpers. You felt like you could cum any second as your stomach turned tighter. Viktor seemed to sense it, as his tongue pressing deeper, his pace quickening. His free hand gripped your thigh harder, pulling you even closer to him, as though he wanted to consume every last bit of you.

Just as you felt yourself reaching the edge, Viktor lifted his head slowly, his lips and chin glistening with your juices. His chest rose and fell in deep, unsteady breaths, his flushed cheeks and slightly dazed expression showing just how much he'd enjoyed himself. His fingers traced gentle patterns on your thighs, grounding you as you came back down, while he gazed up at you with a look of pure adoration.

He brought his metal thumb up to wipe away a stray drop from his chin, a slight, satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You taste... exquisite," he murmured, his voice low and rough, a mix of pride and lingering hunger shining in his eyes as he leaned up to kiss you, letting you taste the passion you had just shared.

Viktor then reached towards your soaked pussy to finger you again. The quiet wet sounds filled the air, amplifying the intimacy of the moment, creating a world that felt entirely your own. But then, a faint creak echoed through the room, and both of you froze. The unmistakable sound of the lab door opening snapped Viktor back to reality, and he stilled, his eyes widening as his gaze shot up to yours. You both turned, just in time to see Jayce entering, a stack of papers in hand.

Jayce's eyes met yours first, and then drifted towards Viktor, his fingers still inside you. For a brief, painful moment, silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the distant hum of hextech machinery. Jayce's expression shifted from surprise to awkward shock as the realization dawned on him. His mouth opened, as though he wanted to say something, but words seemed to fail him.

"I... I didn't mean to interrupt," he finally managed, his tone caught between embarrassment and disbelief. Jayce quickly looked away, his cheeks flushing as he backed out of the room, practically stumbling over his own feet.

"I'll... come back later," he stammered, disappearing from sight. The door clicked shut, leaving the lab filled with silence once more. Viktor's face had gone red, his eyes fixed on the floor, clearly mortified. But as he glanced down at you, the edges of his mouth twitched, and a quiet laugh escaped him, breaking the tension.

"Well," Viktor murmured softly, a hint of humor in his voice, "that... was unexpected." He lifted his soaked fingers towards his mouth as his other hand still lingering on your waist, sucking all of your juices as he maintained eye contact. His mouth made a popping sound as he let his fingers go from in between his lips. He then led his once soaked fingers towards the back of your neck, caressing your hair.

"Perhaps we'll continue... later?" he suggested, his voice low, a promise glinting in his eyes as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. You couldn't help but laugh, nodding as you pulled him into an hug. You hoped that jayce didn’t go out and tell anyone what happened. Because if he did and your parents knew, you would sure be in for a scolding.

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୨୧ ENHYPEN WHEN YOU DON'T KISS THEM BACK

✷ bf!enhypen x f ! r 🖥️ tw: skinship petnames && 782wc. — fluff ★ dani's notes: woah hai guys.. hope u guys smash that like button :P

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆

heeseung leans in, eyes twinkling with that soft look he has only to you, and presses his lips gently to yours, but you don't kiss him back. he pulls away, pouting, eyebrows slightly raised. "baby, what happened?" he murmurs, voice all warm and honeyed. you can't help but laugh at the confusion on his face, and he whines a little, wrapping his arms tighter around you. "don't you love me anymore?" he teases, nuzzling his nose against yours, his hands moving up to cradle your face. "kiss me back, please," he whispers, his voice barely a breath, but filled with so much sweetness it makes your heart flutter. finally, you give in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, and he beams like he's won the world.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆

jay leans in, lips brushing against yours in that slow, tender way he always does, but you decide to play a little game, pulling back just enough to make him notice. his eyes open, brow furrowing as he studies you. "really? you're gonna leave me hanging like that, sweetheart?" he says, voice dipping low with a playful pout. he pulls you closer, hands resting on your waist as he tilts his head, trying to catch your lips again. when you keep dodging, he lets out a sigh, resting his forehead against yours. "come on, baby, don’t tease," he murmurs. the second you finally give in and kiss him back, his face lights up, a satisfied grin breaking through. "that’s better," he whispers

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍

jake leans in with that smirk, his lips hovering over yours, but you decide to hold back, teasing him just a little. he pauses, eyes narrowing as he catches on, and a grin spreads across his face. "oh, so that's how we're playing, huh?" he whispers. his hand slides up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin as he leans even closer, barely an inch between you. "come on, gorgeous," he coaxes, "don’t make me beg." when you still don’t budge, he chuckles, dropping a kiss to your forehead, then your nose, before resting his lips just above yours. "one last chance," he murmurs, eyes twinkling. finally, you give in, kissing him back, and he beams, whispering, “knew you couldn’t resist me.”

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍

sunghoon blinks in confusion, pulling back slightly as you stop returning his kiss. his hands still rest on your waist, fingers gentle yet firm, and he tilts his head. “angel?” he whispers, his voice soft, almost as if he’s worried he did something wrong. you can see him searching your face, trying to figure out what happened. he’s so used to you melting into his kisses that this pause catches him off guard. he gently brushes his thumb along your cheek, his lips pulling into a slight pout. “did i do something?” he asks, genuinely confused but adorable, his cheeks a faint pink. you can’t help but smile, reaching up to cup his face. “just teasing you, handsome.” at that, his expression shifts, a relieved smile spreading across his face as he pulls you close again, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎

sunoo leans in, lips brushing yours softly, but when you don’t kiss him back, his brow furrows, playful confusion glinting in his eyes. "y/n," he murmurs, thumb tracing little circles on your cheek, "are you really not gonna kiss me back?" you just smile, watching the way his pout deepens, clearly on the verge of being a little dramatic. he moves closer, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. “c’mon, don’t be mean to me,” he mumbles, voice teasing yet so soft it makes your heart skip. finally, you give in, pressing your lips back to his in a quick, gentle kiss that leaves him grinning like he won something. “there’s my sweet girl,” he says, resting his forehead against yours

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍

he presses a soft, playful kiss to your lips, expecting the usual warm response, but you just smile at him, unmoving, eyes glinting with a teasing mischief he immediately picks up on. "oh, we're playing this game?" he grins, his hand cupping your cheek as he leans in even closer, brushing his lips just shy of yours, eyes locked with yours, a silent challenge. "come on, pretty girl, i know you want to," he whispers, voice smooth, brushing a stray hair from your face. he’s in no rush, waiting with that knowing smile, fully confident you’ll cave. you hold out a beat longer, and with a soft laugh, you close the distance, meeting his lip. he pulls back, looking satisfied. "told you so."

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈

he leans in, expecting your lips to meet his, but when you hold back, riki pulls away, an amused smirk already spreading across his face. "oh? ignoring me now?" he teases, his arms slipping around your waist, pulling you just close enough that you can't escape. "are you sure you don't want to kiss me? not even a little bit?" he asks, leaning so close his nose brushes yours, his eyes dancing with playful mischief. he inches closer, his lips grazing your cheek, purposely missing just to drive you crazy. “you’re really strong, you know. i might actually give up,” he sighs dramatically, though his grin betrays him. you barely last another second before finally closing the distance, and he laughs softly. “knew it. you’re way too predictable, princess.”

[furuu]

something about sukuna who doesn't care if you make a mess on him whenever you're sad and bawling your eyes out. he will wipe your tears AND snot with his bare hands.

𐔌 . ⋮ When you came to Sukuna, eyes red and cheeks streaked with tears, he could feel the sadness rolling off you in waves, so palpable it made the air heavy around him. You looked a mess—eyes puffy, nose running, gasping out breaths between hiccupped sobs.

But he didn't care.

He let out a low grunt as you threw yourself into his chest, clutching at him as though he was the last anchor in a storm. He stiffened for a moment, not quite used to having someone cling to him like this. But then his four arms wrapped around you, strong and steady, cradling you close to his broad chest as if shielding you from the world.

Your tears soaked into his robes, your face pressed against his skin as you sobbed. It was messy, wet, loud, and completely unrestrained, but Sukuna didn't flinch away or push you back. If anything, his grip tightened.

“Tch, stop soaking me,” he grumbled, his tone gruff, but his actions betrayed his words. One of his hands reached up to your face, wiping your tears away with his bare fingers. His touch was surprisingly gentle for someone so ruthless, so monstrous.

Your sobs only grew louder, wracking through your whole body, making you tremble. Tears, snot, everything smeared onto him, and yet he never once turned away in disgust. He just kept wiping your face, even if it meant his hands were a mess. His thumb brushed over your wet, quivering lips, almost absentmindedly, as if trying to soothe you.

“It’s alright,” he muttered in a voice softer than you’d ever heard from him. “Get it all out.”

When you buried your face deeper into him, hands clutching at his robes, Sukuna just let out a sigh, though it was more resigned than annoyed. He let you cry, let you make a mess of him, never once complaining. His other hands rubbed slow, calming circles on your back and shoulders, trying to ease the tremors running through you.

His hands—calloused and usually so unforgiving—kept wiping at your face, not caring that you were a snotty, teary mess. He wasn’t one for soft words or sweet reassurances, but this… this he could do. Holding you, letting you cry, letting you fall apart in his arms—that was something he could offer.

Because for you, he’d endure anything, even if it meant getting covered in tears and snot.

You hiccupped, finally starting to calm down, and his thumb brushed against your cheek one last time, wiping away the last of your tears. “You done?” he asked, still as gruff as ever, but his tone was a touch softer now. When you nodded, sniffling, he gave a low chuckle and pulled you closer, letting you rest against him.

“Good,” he muttered, his voice a deep rumble in your ear. “But don’t expect me to clean you up every damn time.”

And yet, the way his hands lingered on your face, his touch almost… tender, said otherwise .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

[derealizationns]

"intimacy"

characters - katsuki bakugou x fem reader

synopsis - katsuki’s tough facade crumbles as soon as you two are together, and he loves every second of it.

genre - fluff!!! so much fluff 🥹

warnings - none 🫧

katsuki loves intimacy. he definitely won’t show it, but he’s all for it. that boy is so used to being tough and everything, that it makes him crave those tender and gentle moments.

just imagine simple things like making dinner. the world seems silent, the only things you can hear are the shuffles of yours and katsuki’s slippers and the raindrops hitting the roof of your shared home. bakugou is chopping food on the counter, with you sitting beside him on top of the island, swinging your legs and just observing his movements.

your presence brings him so much comfort, though you aren’t even doing anything special. just the feeling of domesticity makes katsuki experience some weird warm sensation in his chest. he subconsciously smiles at that. it’s a faint smirk, but you still notice it.

after jumping off the countertop, you wrap your arms around his chest and place your head on his muscular back. he huffs with fake annoyance, but in reality, this gesture makes him incredibly happy.

“whatcha doin’, idiot?” he asks.

you roll your eyes at his question.

“i’m showing love to my incredibly strong boyfriend, don’t pretend that you don’t like it.”

at that moment, katsuki shuts up. he can’t lie to your pretty face, that would be cruel, so he just decides to remain silently enjoying your presence and warmth.

some other day, you are lying under the covers with your boyfriend. it’s saturday afternoon, meaning that you two have a day off, just for yourselves. bakugo decided that both of you should watch a movie that just came out, but truth be told, he didn’t even pay attention to it. the boy is simply staring blankly at the tv, visibly deep in thought. you quickly notice his weird behavior and decide to bring it up.

“kats?” you start.

his attention quickly switches to you, bright red eyes staring into yours curiously.

“what’s wrong?” the question falls from your lips.

his expression changes to one of slight shock. perhaps bakugou didn’t realize that he was visibly zoning out, or maybe he just didn’t expect you to mention it. after a few seconds of silence, bakugo finally speaks up.

“nothin’ is wrong, why you askin’?”

you sigh at his words. he is clearly hiding something from you. just when you wanted to scold him for his obvious lie, he speaks again.

“just thinkin’… ’bout how much i love you, i guess…” he starts, but he’s not looking at you anymore; his eyes are fixed on the ceiling. bakugo feels so embarrassed after he says this. the boy silently curses himself for speaking up.

you look at him confused but can’t deny the warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest. katsuki wasn’t the one to express his love so directly, and that took you aback.

“every memory i have with you makes me feel… weird. like, not bad weird, just… puzzled, i guess? i’ve never felt that way, so it’s hard to exp—” you cut off his rambling before he finishes.

“i know what you mean, kats. every moment, even the simplest and most boring one, stirs up something within you, am i right?”

your boyfriend sends you a shocked look. he didn’t expect you to read his emotions so well. you just said everything right! how is that possible? did you read his mind or something? or maybe… it was because those were the same feelings you have…?

“yeah… i think you’re right…” he mumbles, visibly embarrassed by this conversation, so you think it’s time to cut it off.

“but it’s a good feeling, right? like you’re not… overwhelmed?” you ask him worriedly.

katsuki shoots you a look that you think was supposed to be scolding.

“what? no, you idiot. it’s… it’s good, i like it.”

you smile at his words and tuck yourself closer to him, bathing in his warmth.

“that’s good…” you whisper and feel yourself slowly doze off, as bakugou leaves a soft kiss on your forehead.

you sleep soundly, dreaming about every soft and domestic moment you had with katsuki. and there were many more to come.

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[syluslnd]

Can you please do a scenario where Sylus and MC/reader are about to be intimate for the first time, but MC/reader starts over thinking and begins to panic, and Sylus comforts her?

sylus comforting you during a panic attack

you are wrapped in the warmth of Sylus’s embrace as you lay beside him in bed,his touch was soft, fingers trailing lightly over your skin, his gaze heavy and filled with a mixture of affection and hunger that sent your pulse racing. This was it—the moment you’d thought about a hundred times in stolen glances and shared touches. But now, with Sylus so close, his eyes dark and locked onto yours, the reality of it was almost overwhelming.

You tried to steady your breathing but a wave of nerves washed over you, leaving you tense and unsure. You could feel your heartbeat pounding in your chest as your gaze drifted to his face, the intensity of his expression too much to hold. It wasn’t that you didn’t want this; you’d never wanted anything more. But there was an anxiety gnawing at you, a sudden sense of vulnerability that left you frozen, hesitant.

Sylus, perceptive as ever, noticed immediately. His hand stilled, his gaze softening as he searched your face. “Hey, kitten” he murmured, his voice low and gentle. “What’s going on up there?” He brushed a loose strand of hair from your face, his touch warm and reassuring. “You’re all tense.”

You took a shaky breath, trying to steady yourself. “I… I don’t know” you whispered, feeling embarrassed at the admission. “I guess… I’m just… nervous.” You avoided his gaze, your cheeks flushed as you tried to find the right words. “I thought I was ready but now that we’re here…”

He nodded, a small smile softening his expression. “I get it” he said, his tone understanding, not a trace of impatience in his voice. “It’s a lot, isn’t it? Being here like this with me.” His hand moved to yours, fingers entwining with yours in a slow, comforting grip.

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I just… I don’t want to mess this up” you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. “Or disappoint you.”

Sylus’s smile deepened and he lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “Sweetie, you could never disappoint me.” He paused, his gaze intense but warm as he held yours. “and there’s no pressure here. This is us—just you and me. No expectations.”

You felt your nerves start to ease, his words grounding you as he continued. “We can take our time. There’s no rush” he whispered, his thumb brushing over your hand in soft, soothing strokes. “If you want to slow down, we’ll slow down. If you need a break, we stop. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

You looked at him, your heart swelling at the sincerity in his eyes. “Really?”

“Really.” He moved a little closer, his hand coming to rest on your cheek as he leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a feather-light kiss that sent a shiver through you. “I just want you to feel safe with me. Nothing else matters.”

His words wrapped around you like a cocoon, his calm voice and gentle touch easing the tension in your body. He kept his eyes on you, waiting, giving you space, his gaze filled with patience and understanding. Slowly, you found yourself relaxing, the warmth of his touch chasing away the fear.

“Thank you” you whispered, finally meeting his gaze again, a soft smile tugging at your lips. “I… I feel safe with you. I think I always have.”

His smile turned tender and he kissed you again, soft and unhurried, his hands warm and steady on you. This time, you felt yourself melting into him, letting go of the fear, knowing he’d be there with you, every step of the way.

[coffee-and-geto]

“CALL MY NAME FROM THE OTHER SIDE!”

“That’s it sweetheart, just listen to me.”

pairing: ghost! choso kamo x f!reader | kinkoctober

summary: on your wedding day, your husband died. ever since, when nothing goes right in your life, choso has to come into your dreams, and when you wish he’d show up for real, you don’t know that a curse has hit you. and that a certain choso haunts your dreams — even the hottest ones…

warnings: +18 MDNI, smut, nsfw, mention of blood, husband! choso, widow!reader, pet names (angel, my love, sweetheart, baby), kinda voyeurism (kink), fluff, slight angst, choso comes back as a ghost, masturbation, oral (f! receiving), erotic dreams, fingering (f! receiving).

wc: 1,402

On your wedding day, your husband died.

A tragic start to the rest of your life, isn’t it?

But how else could this story begin, when the stark memory of vivid crimson blood splattering across your pure white wedding dress still haunts you to this day? It’s impossible to forget.

That very night, after the briefest, most sorrowful of ceremonies, you tried to sleep, hoping to escape the nightmare your life had suddenly become. Just as it had started, your life had already fallen apart.

Choso was your first love, the one with whom you planned to build a family, to live a life full of joyful memories.

So what do you do now?

The shock hit so hard that you began seeing him in your dreams — Choso, with his jet-black hair tied back in little ponytails, resting against you after a long day of watching over his brothers. His warm breath, that adorable gaze, and his comforting presence…

God… Why was he doing this to you?

Was he haunting your dreams?

If that were the case, why didn’t he just manifest himself already, goddamnit?!

But would you have truly wanted that if it somehow became real?

Because what started as a mere wish became a curse cast upon yourself.

Every night after that, Choso came to your dreams. He slipped into your bed beside you as though he were alive, keeping you company like the husband he should have been.

And every time the dream felt too real, you jolted awake, as though he had been there. But the empty side of your bed always reminded you that it was all in your mind.

Until one night, Choso in his ghostly form slipped into your bed like a thief, not just a figment of your imagination.

What began as a gentle kiss in your dream transformed into something far more erotic…

And then it became real.

Hovering over your bed, Choso’s ghostly figure watched you, his gaze tender as he observed you writhing slightly in your sleep under the covers, your eyes squeezed shut, lips slightly parted as you whimpered his name in soft, needy tones.

Choso laid beside you, carefully brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, and in that liminal state of sleep, you could feel his touch faintly, like an impression of warmth and closeness that was all too vivid.

“Poor sweetheart,” he whispered gently.

And, unconsciously, your hand slipped beneath the waistband of your pajamas, fingers rubbing at your sensitive, needy clit — all part of the dream… right?

In the darkness of your room, you felt your body heat up, a dampness pooling between your thighs as you dreamt of Choso kissing every inch of your body, leaning down between your legs, teasing your most sensitive parts.

And it was in that same darkness that Choso loved watching you, his heart heavy with regret that he could not manifest himself since his death, not until you unconsciously summoned him.

So, you began having these erotic dreams about him each night, dreams in which he fulfilled his husbandly duties in every way you desired.

Every night, you would close your eyes and find him there, a perfect, comforting presence so close to you in your mind’s eye.

His expert mouth on your clit, his tongue sliding along your slick folds, and even more.

The first night, you had to use your own fingers, working yourself desperately as you moaned Choso’s name, pressing harder against your sensitive core, seeking relief for the ache that his memory alone ignited.

The second night, the dream intensified, and in your half-sleep, Choso lay beside you, his presence so strong that you whimpered his name, even as you felt tears slip from the corners of your eyes. He reached to wipe them away gently, but as he started to pull his ghostly hand back, you grabbed it, eyes still closed, guiding it under your pajamas.

Choso swallowed, startled, wondering how your half-sleeping self could still feel him so vividly.

“Please, Choso,” you pleaded quietly, your body’s need guiding his hand to exactly where you ached for his touch. “Please…”

If Choso could still blush, he would have turned as red as a ripe tomato. But he couldn’t resist you. He had so many questions, but he knew his priority was to make you feel better as he slowly traced his fingers along your slick center, stroking up and down as you squirmed beneath his ghostly touch, your legs falling open even wider.

Choso circled his index finger around your sensitive bundle of nerves, teasing it slightly before lowering his touch and slipping a finger into your warm, welcoming depths when you whispered for him to do so.

“Mmm… Ah, Cho, feels so good,” you murmured, brows knitting as you bit down on your lip. You rocked your hips forward, and Choso couldn’t ignore the hardness straining against his ghostly form as he fingered you slowly. “Don’t stop…”

“You like this?” Choso mutters, kissing your temple so, so tenderly.

You nod slightly, your eyelids still shut. “Mh-hmm…”

And you look so peaceful listening to him that he can’t help but encourage you by saying, “That’s it sweetheart, just listen to me.”

You squirm, your hands gripping the sheets as your dream-turned-reality completely intoxicates you. You sniffle softly, finally feeling that deep, aching pleasure that only your husband could provide.

Your gummy walls clench around his finger, gripping tighter each time he pulls out. The sensation is dizzying, intoxicating, almost obsessive. Choso’s breaths come in slow, ragged gasps as he watches your face contort with pleasure, and he can’t help but add a second finger, curling them the moment they reach your sweet spot.

Your back arches, and a soft, adorable moan escapes your lips. Your eyes flutter open, focusing on the ghostly form of your husband.

“Cho?”

“Sweetheart?” he murmurs, thrusting his fingers more slowly. “You’re awake?”

“Cho,” you mumble, realizing he’s truly there. You turn towards him, pulling his form close as you sob softly into the crook of his neck.

“Shhh…” He pulls his slick fingers from your warm center, returning your embrace. “I’m here…”

“Missed you,” you whine, feeling the warmth of your salty tears rolling down on your cheek and end up dribbling in droplets on Choso’s neck.

“I know, I know,” Choso soothes, his heart heavy with emotion. “I won’t leave you again, my love.”

A silence falls over you, only broken by the rhythm of your synchronized breathing.

“Were you dreaming of me? Sorry about my fingers; you took my hand and—”

“I know,” you whisper, gently guiding his translucent wrist back down to your soaked core. “Please, I need you again…”

He slides his two fingers back inside you, pumping them with a faster pace, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. The wet, lewd sounds of your arousal make both of you smile. Your walls grip his fingers, urging them to plunge deeper.

With deliberate, slow movements encouraged by your soft gasps, he adds his thumb to your puffy clit, circling and rubbing intermittently to intensify the overwhelming pleasure.

You grab his shoulder with a firm grip, digging your nails in — surprisingly, he feels almost real — and pant against Choso’s ear, whispering how good it feels to be touched by him.

“God, so good,” you mewl. “Feels so good.”

You tighten around his digits as he continues striking your g-spot with each thrust, his knuckles sinking deep into your needy core until you’re gasping his name like a woman possessed.

“Cho, ah, please,” you moan, hiding your face against his chest, and he only smiles, savoring your sweet pleas. “I’m so close…”

“Hmm? My baby’s close? You wanna cum on your husband’s fingers?” he purrs, dotting your neck with soft kisses as he intensifies his rhythm. “Then come for me. Cum for your husband, angel, okay?”

You nod helplessly, moaning his name in a broken voice as you tighten around his fingers one last time, riding out your high. He feels you pulsing even after you catch your breath, and a comfortable silence settles over you both.

You trace idle patterns on his chest with your fingers, resting your cheek against where his heart would be, while he wipes his fingers with a handkerchief nearby. Pulling you close, he rocks you gently, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

For now, you have your husband back.

a/n: hey :D so, i admit it’s not like me to do such a short one-shot, but for choso’s, I didn’t really want to do too much. i wanted to do something quite smutty at first, but i didn’t have the strength to do more lmao

but now what i can’t wait to write is the next werewolf!satoru one-shot hihi! i’ve already got the ideas and— anyway. you guys will see, i’ll keep it a surprise :))

likes and reblogs are truly appreciated 💕

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[sirenedeslily]

it’s late—so late, almost 3 a.m., and you’re both wrapped up in the stillness of a room where candlelight flickers shadows onto the walls. the low, warm glow casts an amber haze over everything, painting you both in soft, melted hues. outside, the world sleeps, leaving only the soft, steady hum of the record player filling the room, the quiet strum of guitar notes tracing through the silence like a whisper. the song is slow, thick with longing, and you feel it sinking into your bones, the way music sometimes does when the night is soft, and time stretches out like it’ll last forever.

matt’s sitting close, so close that you can see the delicate lines of ink woven across his arms, intricate designs that tell a thousand quiet stories. his tattoos blend into the soft shadows of his skin, his arm resting around your shoulders, fingers tracing light patterns down your back, almost absentmindedly, as though he can’t help but touch you. his hair’s messy, soft like he’s been running his hands through it all night. those blue eyes catch yours, and he smiles, just a little crookedly, like he’s been waiting for this moment all his life.

“you know,” he murmurs, voice low and gentle, a kind of reverence in it that you’ve only ever heard him use with you, “i could stay like this forever. just—us, right here.”

you can feel his breath, warm against your cheek, and his lips brush yours in a way that’s barely there, so light that it feels like he’s memorizing every tiny moment. he cups your face, his thumb tracing slow circles along your cheek as if you’re something precious, something he’d never want to let go of.

“you’re so perfect, you know that? like, how is it possible that i get to have you like this?”

his words are soft, sincere, threaded with that slight rasp in his voice that you adore. he keeps kissing you, slow and unhurried, like he’s got all the time in the world. each kiss feels like a promise—like he’s trying to tell you all the things he feels but can’t put into words. and you know him well enough to understand it; every kiss speaks volumes, a silent confession of all the love he holds in that heart of his.

between kisses, he pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, eyes half-lidded, the faintest smile on his lips. his fingers brush through your hair, and he chuckles, low and warm.

“god, i love this,” he whispers, voice barely audible, almost like he’s speaking to himself. “i love you.” his hand moves to cup the back of your neck, pulling you in, his lips finding yours again. it’s gentle, yet there’s something deep and unyielding behind it, a kind of desperation like he’s scared this might all be a dream.

the song shifts, the guitar fading into a soft, distant refrain, and for a second, you’re both quiet, breathing in sync as you hold each other. the world could be crumbling around you, but here, with matt, it feels like nothing else matters. the room’s filled with the scent of autumn—clove, cinnamon, a faint hint of something woody. he pulls you closer, his arm tight around your waist, his lips pressed against your temple.

“can i just…keep kissing you?” he whispers, almost like he’s asking permission, and you feel the smile pull at your lips.

“matt,” you say, and he leans back just enough to look at you, blue eyes catching the candlelight. “you don’t have to ask, honey.”

a smile breaks across his face, a bit bashful, and he shakes his head. “just—you don’t know what you do to me.” his fingers brush over your jaw, tracing every line, and he presses another lingering kiss to your lips, softer this time, more tender. you lose yourself in him, feeling his warmth, his steady heartbeat, and the way his touch seems to melt away everything else in the world.

as the song fades, the room slips into silence, and he just keeps holding you, keeps kissing you like you’re the only thing that matters. it’s simple, beautiful, and as you both sink into that quiet, you realize you don’t need anything else. just him, just this moment, and the way he makes you feel like forever might just be real.

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© sirenedeslily

[aventurineswife]

“That may be your parent, but that is my spouse”

Tags: @aloudice, Jing Yuan x Reader, Established Relationship, Family, Parenting, Gender-Neutral terms, Gentle Parenting, Respect, Soft Moments, Authority, Protective Dad.

[Inspired by]

The soft golden hues of the setting sun filtered through the grand windows of the Luofu, casting a gentle glow over the spacious room. Jing Yuan, as usual, had positioned himself at the balcony, gazing out over the vastness of the Xianzhou, but his eyes weren’t as focused as they usually were. His attention had subtly shifted, and there was a trace of amusement in his gaze as he watched you and your child in the middle of a lighthearted confrontation.

"Don't you dare try to sneak out again, little one." you said firmly, your voice calm but with an undeniable authority that only a parent could master. You stood with your arms crossed, watching as your child huffed in defiance.

"But I wanted to go to the garden!" the child protested, their small face scrunching up in frustration. "It's boring here!"

"You can go to the garden after finishing your lessons. Now, come on, let’s be reasonable."

Jing Yuan smiled faintly, his sharp eyes flicking to the scene in front of him as he leaned against the railing. From his vantage point, he could see the way your patience was slowly running thin. But it was clear you weren't losing your cool. You never did.

However, his smile faded as he saw the little one’s growing agitation. Their defiance was turning into something more—something less playful. With a sudden outburst, the child scowled, pointing a finger at you in irritation.

"I hate you! You’re so mean!" they shouted, their tiny fist shaking.

Before you could respond, your child made an impulsive move. In a burst of anger, they swung their arm toward you, trying to smack your arm in protest. It was a childish action—undoubtedly a sign of frustration—but the intent, even from such a young one, still struck a nerve. You blinked, surprised at the sudden aggression, but before you could react, a low voice interrupted the tense moment.

"That may be your parent, but that is my spouse. And you will not be disrespecting them like that."

Jing Yuan’s voice rang out, clear and firm, cutting through the tense air. His tone was not one of anger but of authority—an unwavering reminder of the respect that was due to you, no matter how young or headstrong the child might be.

The child froze, the smack they had intended to deliver now hanging awkwardly in the air. Jing Yuan stepped forward with the effortless grace that came from centuries of experience. His tall figure loomed with quiet command, his gaze soft yet piercing as he knelt down to meet their eyes.

"You know better than that, don’t you?" he asked, his tone still gentle, though the weight of it carried deep, fatherly disappointment. "Respect is something that should come naturally, not just when it’s convenient. Now apologize."

The child, clearly overwhelmed by the sudden shift in the atmosphere, lowered their head, guilt washing over their face. "Sorry, Mom/Dad… I didn’t mean it…" they mumbled, eyes downcast.

Jing Yuan nodded, his expression softening. He reached out, placing a hand gently on your shoulder in a rare display of affection, the gesture tender as if to reassure you. You met his gaze, the quiet understanding between you both palpable in the moment.

"Don’t worry," Jing Yuan murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, "I’ll handle this. You don’t need to bear the brunt of their frustration."

You gave a soft smile, nodding in appreciation. "Thank you, Jing Yuan," you replied, your heart swelling with affection for both him and the little one. "But you know, they’re just learning."

Jing Yuan chuckled softly, a warm sound that lingered in the room. "Yes, they are. But that doesn't mean we let them forget their manners."

With a final look at your child, who was now quietly contemplating their actions, Jing Yuan stood up straight and turned his attention back to you, the occasional glimmer of weariness in his golden eyes. Despite the aura of wisdom and authority he wore like a second skin, you could still see the parent beneath it all—a person who was willing to move mountains to protect their family.

And with that, everything felt in its proper place.

[Aventurine ver]

[bestofmultiverse]

Between the pages || 2

Aubrey plaza x fem!reader

" I was half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they’re not much to look at, or even if they’re sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. "

- J.D. Salinger, The catcher in the rye

Part 1

Y/N blinked, trying to get her bearings in the soft morning light streaming into her bedroom. She wasn’t on the sofa anymore, and she certainly hadn’t fallen asleep in her bed last night. But here she was, tucked neatly under her comforter, and beside her, separated by a few pillows, lay Aubrey. She was asleep, her face softened by rest, her features even more striking in the early morning calm.

A smile crept across Y/N’s face as she studied Aubrey’s peaceful expression. She was undeniably beautiful—not just beautiful for her age, but in a way that felt timeless and grounded. It made Y/N’s stomach flutter, and a slight pang of insecurity hit her; Aubrey was everything Y/N admired—confident, talented, and effortlessly alluring.

Feeling her heart race at the thought of Aubrey waking up to see her staring, Y/N slipped out of bed as quietly as possible, padding to the bathroom for a quick shower. When she returned, she busied herself in the kitchen, quietly making breakfast. The faint hum of the radio kept her company as she toasted bread and scrambled eggs, relishing the simple, cozy act.

“Good morning,” a familiar voice murmured, soft and sleepy, breaking Y/N out of her thoughts.

Y/N turned, catching sight of Aubrey leaning against the doorway, her hair still mussed from sleep. She looked comfortable, yet somehow effortlessly poised, even in Y/N’s small kitchen. Y/N blushed, realizing how close they were.

“Good morning! Do you want something to drink?” Y/N asked, smiling. “I don’t really drink coffee, but I can go grab you some from the café around the corner if you’d like.”

Aubrey’s lips curved into a warm smile. “No need, this is perfect. I’m just happy to be here.” She stepped closer, glancing at the plates Y/N was setting up.

“So… not to rush you out, but I have a mountain of work today,” Y/N said with a small, guilty grin. “You’re welcome to stay, but just a heads-up—I might be a little boring.”

Aubrey laughed, her expression softening. “That’s okay, I get it. I have some things to get to anyway.” She hesitated, then continued, “But… I’d love to see you again, if you’d like that.”

Y/N’s face lit up, her smile wide and genuine. “I’d love that too.”

From then on, their connection only grew. They read together, taking turns with books y/n recommended, and spent hours talking about everything from their childhood dreams to favorite movies. After their third date—a late-night visit to a bookstore followed by a stroll through a quiet park—Aubrey walked Y/N home. They held hands, a shared warmth between them, and when they reached Y/N’s door, Aubrey leaned in, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to her lips. It was careful, as if reading Y/N’s shyness and matching it with tenderness.

As the days turned into weeks, they grew more comfortable, falling into each other’s lives seamlessly. Aubrey was patient, taking her time to get to know Y/N. She made Y/N feel safe, and Y/N adored every minute they spent together. Soon, they were FaceTiming in between meetings, texting about little things that made them think of each other, and finding moments to be together whenever they could.

When they finally crossed that last boundary, sharing their first night together, it was both gentle and passionate. They communicated, both eager yet considerate, learning each other’s wants and needs. Aubrey’s natural confidence took over, her assertiveness balanced by her desire to make Y/N feel loved and respected. Y/N, in turn, was just as attentive, savoring every moment with Aubrey, discovering a balance between playful and deeply intimate.

Two months into their relationship, it wasn’t just the two of them who noticed how special their connection was. After a dinner date, a paparazzi photographer managed to capture a candid shot of them leaving the restaurant hand in hand. By morning, the image was everywhere, spreading faster than Y/N could have imagined.

Aubrey’s publicist called with the news, explaining that the story had already taken off. Y/N knew Aubrey was a public figure, but she hadn’t expected their private moments to become public conversation so suddenly. Their little bubble was shattered, and suddenly her face was online, next to Aubrey’s in articles and tabloid stories speculating about their relationship.

The attention was overwhelming. Y/N’s friends started teasing her about dating “the Aubrey Plaza,” while her family’s reaction was more complicated. They had always known she was queer, but the age difference gave them pause, making them wonder if Y/N was really ready for such a serious relationship.

As the media frenzy grew, it was hard for Y/N to brush off the harsh comments online—insinuations about why Aubrey would date someone younger, or assumptions about Y/N’s motives. It felt as if the world was intruding into their private life, prying apart the joy they had found together.

But Aubrey was her anchor through it all. Late one evening, after Y/N shared how overwhelmed she felt, Aubrey wrapped her arms around her and whispered, “Forget them. I know who you are, and you know who I am. The rest… it doesn’t matter.”

They held each other close that night, letting the world outside fade, finding comfort in each other’s presence. And as they lay there, Y/N knew that, no matter the scrutiny, what she shared with Aubrey was real, something worth fighting for—even if they’d have to face the world together, one step at a time.

As days went on, the intensity of the media attention didn’t exactly die down, but Y/N and Aubrey learned to adjust. Aubrey handled it with practiced ease, guiding Y/N with little tips on how to ignore the comments and dodge prying eyes. Despite the pressure, they found solace in each other, learning to carve out quiet moments that felt like their own little world.

One evening, they decided to stay in for a movie night at Y/N’s apartment. Y/N had loaded up a few of Aubrey’s favorite old films, trying her best to make it feel special—a few candles, some popcorn, and a cozy blanket they could share.

“You know,” Aubrey said, settling down next to Y/N, “I don’t think I’ve had a better night in ages.” She glanced around, smiling at the thoughtful touches Y/N had put together. “You really went all out.”

Y/N blushed, nudging her playfully. “It’s just popcorn and candles. Hardly a red carpet.”

Aubrey smirked, tilting her head. “It’s the thought, and you, that make it perfect.” She reached for Y/N’s hand, entwining their fingers, and squeezed gently.

As the movie started, they fell into a comfortable silence, Y/N nestled into Aubrey’s side. The world outside felt far away, reduced to nothing more than the faint city hum in the distance. Halfway through the film, Aubrey leaned over and softly kissed Y/N’s forehead, her lips lingering just a little longer than usual. Y/N looked up, her heart skipping as she met Aubrey’s gentle gaze.

“Thank you for sticking with me through all of this,” Aubrey murmured, tucking a loose strand of Y/N’s hair behind her ear.

Y/N’s hand found its way to Aubrey’s cheek, tracing the soft lines of her face. “I’m not going anywhere. I knew this might be hard, but… you’re worth it.” She offered a small, reassuring smile. “And I’m learning. I mean, I’ve got the best teacher.”

Aubrey chuckled, pulling Y/N closer. “Flattery will get you everywhere, just so you know.”

They spent the rest of the night laughing, sharing stories, and talking about the little things they hadn’t yet told each other. Y/N felt a kind of warmth she hadn’t felt before—a love that was both grounding and freeing, as if Aubrey had opened up parts of herself she didn’t know existed.

A few weeks later, they decided to spend a weekend out of the city, heading to a secluded cabin by the lake. Aubrey had rented it on a whim, sensing that they both needed a little time to breathe away from the constant hum of the city.

On their first morning there, Y/N woke up to the smell of coffee and soft music playing. She wandered out to find Aubrey on the deck, wrapped in a flannel blanket with two mugs steaming in her hands. The sun was just rising, casting a soft pink glow over the lake.

Aubrey turned when she heard Y/N approach, her eyes lighting up. “Morning, sleepyhead. Thought you’d like to join me for the sunrise.” She handed Y/N a mug of tea, remembering she didn’t drink coffee.

They sat in comfortable silence, watching the sun climb slowly above the horizon, casting a shimmering path across the water. It was quiet, almost surreal, and Y/N felt the weight of everything slip away, replaced with the calm of being completely at peace in the moment.

After a while, Aubrey shifted, turning toward Y/N. “You know,” she said softly, “this is the happiest I’ve been in a long time.”

Y/N looked at her, her heart swelling at the sincerity in Aubrey’s eyes. “I feel the same way,” she whispered. Then, unable to resist, she leaned in, capturing Aubrey’s lips in a soft, lingering kiss.

As they pulled away, Aubrey grinned, her eyes shining with something close to wonder. “I don’t care about the noise, Y/N. As long as I have you, I’m exactly where I need to be.”

Y/n beamed at her

"So, what are we reading today?" Aubrey asked after a few seconds of comfortable silence

"I thought maybe 'the catcher in the rye, its a classic"

Aubrey nodded before pulling the younger woman into another soft kiss.

They stayed like that, wrapped up in each other and the quiet beauty of the morning, with their book and hot drinks, feeling as if, just for that moment, they were the only two people in the world.

_____

Just a quick note:

i dont really think itll be a series, maybe a bunch of chapters that might actually work as a full story or at least the same like universe, but im not sure if ill continue to write it regularly or not so just an heads up.

Also im in love with Aubrey plaza.

[connorsui]

Safe Heaven

• Zayne x fem! reader

Genre/warnings: fluff, hints of angst (feelings of guilt), childbirth, comfort end , mild vurnability, feelings of helplessness, mentions of heart problems, slight mentions of anxiety and stress, we are not having a good time here..but that's okay!

Synopsis: zayne reassures you of his love as you cover from childbirth

Note: my lawwwdddd it's been such a long time without seeing any of you inside of my house..it feels so foreign ..breaks my heart into little pieces ..howeverrr this moment of silence didn't mean I was left with nothing inside of these neurons of mine-- ur beloved consui has thoughts ..and thoughts she must expel in the form of zayne 🩶

wc: 1.3K

“Every passing day…” you began, your voice almost a whisper, “I feel as though I am becoming more of a burden to you.”

The words hung in the stillness of the room as you lay upon the bed, your gaze fixed upon Zayne, who tenderly cradled the slumbering form of your newborn. The night had settled in with a serene quiet, broken only by the soft, rhythmic sound of the baby’s gentle feeding. Moonlight streamed through the curtains, bathing the room in a silvery glow that softened the edges of everything, lending an air of tranquility to the tender scene before you.

Zayne’s eyes flickered to yours, his brow furrowing ever so slightly in quiet confusion, as though he were searching for the meaning behind your words. “Mmh?” he murmured, his voice a soft note that seemed to vibrate through the still air.

"What do you mean?"

Your heart stirred beneath his gaze, and though you tried to muster a smile, it faltered, laden with the weight of the self-doubt that had quietly gnawed at you. You averted your eyes, feeling the warmth of a slight flush creeping upon your cheeks. “I mean… it has been two weeks since they released me, and I have done nothing to aid since I returned,” you continued, your voice growing softer, almost apologetic. “I cannot help but feel as though I'm—”

Before you could continue, Zayne’s hand, warm and gentle, reached toward your face. His fingertips grazed your cheek with a softness that seemed to still your very breath, his touch lingering just enough to still the torrent of your words. He guided your face to meet his, his expression tender and unwavering, his gaze soft with something unspoken. With a faint smile that reached the depths of his eyes, he whispered a quiet, soothing shush, the sound more comforting than any words you had ever heard.

“Dont say it..." he said gently, his gaze never leaving yours.

“Your only concern should be your own rest, your own recovery… and holding our child with me...” He paused as if steadying himself, his eyes shadowed by memories of a time he wished never to revisit. “You know...when they told me your heart wasn’t faring well during the birth… I can not explain it. It felt as though my very world was fracturing before me. All I could think—” his voice broke, but he steadied it with a soft, trembling breath— “was that I needed you to stay with me with our child in your arms... I suppose at that giving moment I just wanted to see you safe ..in one place..not having to stress over anything ... even now"

The words struck your heart, stirring a depth of emotion you hadn’t anticipated. You sat up, your gaze fixed on him, your breath caught between disbelief and sorrow as you absorbed his admission. Your eyes grew cloudy, softening with tears as you looked from Zayne’s face to the child resting peacefully in his arms, blissfully unaware of the turmoil their entrance into the world had caused.

A tear slipped down your cheek, followed by another, and you looked to your lap, your shoulders trembling. “Zayne, I'm - … I didn’t mean…” you began, but your voice faltered, words catching in your throat. You hadn’t meant to burden him, hadn’t meant to leave him with the fear that your heart might fail you. The mere thought that your own weakness had caused him such distress made you feel small, vulnerable—a helplessness you had seldom allowed yourself to feel.

But before you could stumble further, Zayne’s hand reached out, his fingers warm and reassuring as he placed them under your chin and lifted your face to his. “No,” he whispered, his voice as tender as the night itself. “Stop. Do not apologize for anything” he continued, his gaze so steady, so filled with love that it was nearly overwhelming. " I may worry for your health—and you know that I will— it comes straight from my heart. You are everything to me, and nothing will change that, not even fear."

In that moment, you felt the warmth of his hand, the strength of his embrace, drawing you closer to his chest, with your child nestled gently between you. His heart beat steadily beneath your ear, a reminder of his constancy, his unyielding devotion. You raised your face, your eyes shining as you met his gaze, and you leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips that held every ounce of your gratitude, your love, your devotion—a silent promise that only he could understand.

When you drew back, you looked at him with all the tenderness in your heart. “You have given me more love than I ever thought possible,” you murmured, your voice a quiet reverence. “You have shown me, again and again, that I am cherished. I have no words to tell you how much that means… but I am yours, Zayne. Yours alone.”

A soft, awed smile touched his lips as he took in your words, and with gentle care, he rose, instructing you to lie back down. “Rest now,” he whispered, his tone one of loving insistence as he cradled your child close, “I’ll settle our son to sleep.” You watched as he moved to the crib, his steps tender, his every movement imbued with a quiet grace. You thought of all he had done for you in these recent days—how he had bathed you with gentle hands, had held you as you struggled to regain your strength, had prepared every meal and tended to every need without question or complaint.

And as you lay curled on the bed, a warmth settled within your chest, a happiness so profound it was almost a reverence. This man, who loved you so dearly, who had stood by you through every hardship, was yours, and you could wish for no greater gift.

When Zayne returned, slipping beneath the covers, you felt the bed dip beside you, and soon his arms encircled you once more, drawing you close until your cheek rested against his chest, where you could hear the steady thrum of his heart. His scent, warm and familiar, enveloped you, and you felt your cheeks grow warm beneath his touch.

Zayne leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, his voice a murmur of quiet devotion. “I love you,” he whispered, the words laced with a depth that only the most profound affections could contain.

A long, comfortable silence fell between you, a silence filled with the unspoken promises of a love that could never be shaken. At last, you whispered back, your voice barely more than a breath. “I love you too.”

In that moment, wrapped in his embrace, you felt truly, indescribably at peace.

If zayne was my doctor I would find ways to get myself in the ER just to see him

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ARE YOU ALRIGHT? (보이넥스트도어)

synopsis: when you randomly ask for a hug. warnings 🚨 fluff, skinship, kissing, and a lot of relationship stuff. not proofread 👍🏻

Nova notes: HIHI saur.... first bonedo post.. what do we think? 😗

Sungho (성호)

"Are you alright?" Was the first thing he said, getting up from the couch to give you the hug nonetheless, as soon as the words came out of your mouth. You nodded, wrapping your arms around his torso and relishing in his warmth and heart-fluttering scent that you recognise oh so well. He tightened his arms around your face, sensing you melting in his arms, melting his heart in the process. "I love you." He whispered so softly you almost didn't catch it. You smiled fondly as you looked up at him, "I love you too."

Riwoo (리우)

"Ofcourse." He said, rushing over to you with a gentle smile on his face. He pulled you in his arms and rested his head above yours. As your eyes were close, melting in his soft touch, you heard him whisper, "Are you alright?". The concern was evident in his voice. Looking up at him with bright eyes, you nodded. "That's good." He chuckled as he patted your head and pushing it against his chest again, missing your warmth.

Jaehyun (재현)

He looked up at you with stars in his eyes. "Ofcourse, my love." He said while rushing over to you with the biggest grin on his face. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled tightly against his chest. Used to his clingy self, you chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his neck making him let out a happy noise as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. "Are you alright, though? You never just randomly ask for a hug." He whispered gently against your neck, tickling you a little. "I'm alright. I just missed you." As soon as you said that, he pulled away from your neck and pressed his soft lips against yours into a soft, gentle kiss.

Taesan (태산)

Taesan looked up from his computer and looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. "Are you alright?" He asked immediately and got up to pull you into a gentle hug. "I'm okay. I just missed you." These few words were enough to make him fall even more inlove with you. "Just incase, if you ever need to talk, I'm always here for you, okay?" He asked, pulling slightly away from the hug to look into the eyes he adored so much. You nodded with a small smile on your face. He smiled back as he pulled you against his chest again, enjoying the feeling of love.

Leehan (리한)

"I don't see why not." He said as he wrapped his arms around you, not to tightly to give you room for breathing. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and listened to his steady heartbeat, washing you over with a sense of safety. "Next time, don't ask. My arms are always, and only available for you and you only, you know that?" He said softly against your ears making a big smile appear on your face. You nodded as you pressed yourself against him more making him tighten his arms around you, no space for breathing this time.

Woonhak (운학)

He rolled his eyes jokingly as he made his way over to you with a lovesick smile. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on your shoulders. "What's the occasion?" He said, with his voice low and gentle. "No reason, just didn't see you enough today." You said with a stupid smile as he sighed, feeling an immense amount of love filling his heart. "That's flattering, babe." He chuckled as he pecked the shell of your ear. "I'm always here for you, you know that?" He said with a tender tone. You nodded as you tightened your arms around him making his heart burst with love.

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“Something Sweet” Charles Leclerc Short

FLUFF ⭐️

Summary: Charles surprises Y/N with playful affection, stealing her ice cream and teasing her as they cozy up on the couch. In their quiet Monaco apartment, love blooms in the little moments, proving that even the silliest gestures can mean everything.

The soft glow of the TV lights up the darkened living room, casting a warm haze around me as I sink deeper into Charles’ plush couch. Monaco nights like these feel serene, with only the distant hum of the city below, quieted by the safety of his apartment walls. I let out a contented sigh, savoring each lick of my vanilla and caramel ice cream cone. It’s pure bliss — my favorite show, my favorite ice cream, and the comfort of Charles’ home around me.

Just as I’m lost in the familiar plotline on screen, I feel a shift beside me. Charles slides into the room, and his gaze locks onto me with an expression that’s equal parts adoration and amusement.

“Look at you… enjoying yourself? Huh?” His voice is teasing, the hint of a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he flops down next to me — so close, he’s practically on top of me.

I make a tiny, dramatic sound of annoyance, but truthfully, I don’t mind him crowding me. His warmth presses against me, and he’s close enough that I can feel his breath on my cheek as he leans in to plant a soft kiss there. His hand reaches up, pinching my cheek gently.

“Beautiful little baby,” he coos, his voice soft and adoring.

My face flushes immediately, but I try to brush it off, taking another lick of my ice cream to distract myself. He watches, and I can see that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes as he eyes the cone.

“Let me try some of that, Y/N,” he says, his hand darting out to steal it before I can protest. He takes a big, dramatic lick of the ice cream, savoring it with a grin.

“Get your own!” I whine, reaching for it.

“This is mine now,” he teases, taking another big bite, nearly finishing off the whole top.

I huff in frustration, crossing my arms as he chuckles at my reaction, his own cheeks tinged with a playful blush. I know he’s enjoying this little game, and I can’t help but roll my eyes, fully aware that I’m not fooling anyone. He loves to test my patience, and truthfully, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

His hand finds its way to my thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. His touch is comforting, sending a warm, tingling sensation that contrasts with the coldness of the ice cream. I watch him, my lips pressing into a pout as I wait for him to hand it back.

“You can ask for it back,” he teases, eyebrows lifting in that charmingly arrogant way of his.

I smile despite myself, trying to keep up my fake annoyance. “Please, may I have it back?” I ask, putting on my best polite voice.

“Wow, such good manners, Y/N!” he teases, holding the ice cream just out of reach. I make a grab for it, but he pulls it away with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“No, no. I’ll hold it. Go on…” His voice is soft, teasing, but there’s a tenderness in the way he looks at me, like this moment — silly as it is — means everything.

I let out a soft sigh, rolling my eyes again, but I lean in, taking a lick of the melting cone as he holds it for me. His gaze is warm, his eyes brimming with affection as he watches me. I feel my cheeks heat up, the sweetness of the ice cream mingling with the sweetness of his attention. I know he loves this — loves the simple act of taking care of me, even in the silliest, most playful ways.

Eventually, he leans back, pulling me against his chest, and I let myself sink into his embrace. His arm wraps around me, fingers brushing through my hair as we settle back into the quiet comfort of each other’s presence. We finish the rest of the show like that, cocooned together, the faint taste of vanilla and caramel lingering on my lips, a memory of this perfect moment.

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Yan!JJK x Reader: How you met!

Fun Fact: It's wholesome! What could possibly go wrong in the future? :)

Characters: Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Choso and Shoko!

TW: Mentions of partying (it's brief), pet names, maid cafe (Suguru gets a little pervy thoughts), Mostly Fluff. Oh but it's yandere fluff :)

WC: 5.1K

A/n: So anytime I do a Yan!JJK this is the lore for those headcannons. I might make it, its own masterlist? idk still debating. Also, I rotated through so many ideas. My drafts for this are insane (Literally). I tried different variations for each one. Feel free to give me feedback if there are certain yan tendencies you want to see.

The dark content for this week: How they kidnapped you :)

Satoru: Are you an angel?  

Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer of the century, was running a high fever.

Swaying slightly as he walked down a quiet neighborhood street, his head spinning, he tried to focus. He just needed to get to the pick-up location. That was it. He could handle it.

But it was getting harder to concentrate. The heat of the summer sun seemed to beat down on him relentlessly, his body too weak to handle the intensity. His normally steady steps faltered, and for a moment, he thought he might collapse.

Then, he heard it. A soft, sweet voice, like the melody of an angel.

“You alright?”

Gojo turned his head toward the sound. An angel?

There you were, standing in front of your apartment, your hands gently watering the flowers that lined your balcony. You were older than him—maybe five years, judging by the way you carried yourself, the maturity in your voice, the way you looked at the world like you had it all figured out. There was something about you that made his pulse quicken. Why was he feeling this way?

He blinked, his feverish thoughts clouding his focus. You were so gentle, so sweet. His head throbbed, but your soft gaze was like a balm.

“Come have a seat here,” you continued, your voice soothing. “And is that a blindfold? Honey, that’s probably why you’re running a fever. We’re going through a heat wave, you know?”

You chuckled lightly, but it wasn’t condescending. No, it was sweet, nurturing. You carefully led him to the small outdoor patio that was adorned with delicate chairs and a charming little table, a tiny vase of flowers sitting in the center.

Gojo followed, his head still dizzy. How could an angel like you ever trick him?

You weren’t just sweet, you were… perfect. He couldn't remember the last time he’d been so caught up in someone like this. His usual cocky, overconfident demeanor felt like it was slipping away, replaced by something softer, more desperate. Something he’d never let anyone see—until now.

You guided him into one of the chairs with gentle hands, taking the blindfold from his face with the same tenderness. His fevered skin flushed under your touch. He couldn't help but let out a low groan of relief as the air hit his face, the sensation a small comfort amidst the haze of his fever.

"Stay here for a minute," you said softly, your smile so warm and sincere that it made his heart skip. "I’ll be right back with something for you."

He nodded, feeling a strange sense of peace wash over him. There was no reason to leave now. He felt dizzy, weak, and content to stay under your care forever.

And when you returned, he saw that you weren’t just being kind—oh no, you were going above and beyond.

You made him rice balls, neatly wrapped in seaweed, and a glass of iced tea, its chilled surface sweating under the heat of the day. Homemade baked goods sat on a small plate next to the drinks, their scent filling the air with sweetness.

"You must be hungry," you said, setting the food down in front of him with a smile. "It’s not much, but I thought it might help."

Gojo picked up one of the rice balls, staring at it for a moment. There was no way he could say no to you. He didn’t even want to. Your kindness, your soft voice, the way you treated him like he wasn’t just the strongest sorcerer, but someone who needed care—it was intoxicating.

He bit into the rice ball, the taste as comforting as your presence.

You were perfect. Sweet, caring, thoughtful, and so effortlessly graceful. It was as though the universe had put you in his path, just for him.

But he knew better than to trust anyone so easily.

Gojo’s mind was clouded, his thoughts sluggish under the fever’s grip, but there was one thing he was sure of: You were too good to be trusted.

You were standing right beside him, still watching him with those soft, caring eyes as if you really cared about him. Your gaze was warm, concerned, but—he couldn’t help it—he felt a twinge of doubt. People like you didn’t just act like that without wanting something. He’d seen this before, felt it too—people were always after something, even when they pretended to be kind.

And yet, in the back of his mind, a darker part of him couldn’t shake the thought. Maybe this time was different. Maybe you weren’t like the others.

“Thank you,” he murmured between bites, his voice thick with something more than just gratitude. Did rice balls always taste this good? 

You hummed sweetly, a soft smile playing on your lips as you shrugged. "Just doing the right thing."

You weren’t just being kind—no, you were going out of your way to care for him. It felt too personal, too intimate, but he didn’t mind. In fact, the more you did for him, the more he wanted from you.

“You shouldn’t be wearing all that black during a heat wave, y’know?” you chided lightly, your voice lilting with that same gentle concern. But when you looked into his eyes, Gojo couldn’t miss the way your gaze lingered, like you were looking at him— just him. Sick, weak, and so very human.

He wanted to laugh at the thought. He was Gojo Satoru, after all. The strongest, untouchable. But in this moment, with you here, something about the way you cared for him made him feel... vulnerable.

“Even the cicadas aren’t singing today," you said, tilting your head as if you were pondering something deeper. "Is there somebody I can call for you?"

Gojo’s pulse quickened at the soft weight of your words, the way you framed your question. Was it concern? Or was it an invitation? He leaned back slightly, the fever making his thoughts blur, but he didn’t want to let go of that feeling of closeness you’d given him.

Someone to call?

A soft, amused smirk spread across Gojo’s face as he locked eyes with you. “I’m fine,” he said, his voice low and almost teasing. But inside, something darker flickered. “But... if you really insist, you could always stay with me for a while. Keep an eye on me.”

You blinked, caught off guard, but there was no hesitation in your answer. You didn’t sense the undercurrent of possessiveness in his words, didn’t feel the quiet edge to his smile. You were too kind, too innocent, to see the real reason Gojo had said it.

But Gojo? He knew what he was doing.

You had helped him. You had made him feel seen.

And now... well, now he would make sure you never left his side. 

Suguru: Maid to Fall for You

The girls were turning six this weekend, and all they could ask for was some… magical girl doll? Suguru recognized the figures. Satoru used to make him watch that show all the time. Yet, did they really need to sexualize the magical girls so much? 

Suguru was genuinely concerned—how could anyone fight in a mini skirt and high-heeled boots? But, if that’s what the girls wanted, then that’s what they would get.

The problem was that the doll was so limited edition, the only place in Tokyo that had it was this… maid cafe? Suguru sighed, looking at the cute pastel pink exterior of the shop. He had missions to complete and didn’t exactly want to be seen here.

As the bell above the door jingled when he stepped inside, Suguru scanned the room. His eyes were immediately caught by you.

Was it the pretty lolita black dress with the dark red bow tied around your waist? Or maybe it was the collar wrapped around your neck, or the cute garters hugging the soft fat of your thighs. Perhaps it was the little cat ears with bells that sat perched atop your head. 

No… it had to be the way you looked at him. Your flushed face, the innocent sparkle in your dewy eyes as you purred, “Welcome home, Master!”

Oh, God. Suguru had to bite his lip to stifle a frustrated groan. The cuteness aggression was overwhelming. He just wanted to pick you up, throw you over his shoulder, maybe chain you to his bed so no one could ever find out how adorable you were.

No. No, he couldn’t think like that. He was here for one thing, and one thing only. He wasn’t some pervert who went to maid cafes. But still… he couldn't help but wonder if the dress came with matching… No! He couldn’t think like that either.

“Yes, I, uh…” Suguru, fumbling with his words? A first. “I need a limited edition magical girl doll. The pink one and… the purple one?”

You blinked for a moment, and then your eyes lit up in recognition. 

“You’re a fan of Magical Girl: X&X too? Oh my goodness, I’m a huge fan too!” 

You squealed, practically bouncing on your heels as you turned to lead him toward the back of the store. Suguru had to look away, his cheeks flushing slightly as he tried to keep his gaze from lingering on how cute you were. Focus, Suguru. Focus.

You practically skipped toward the back of the store, the sound of your little heels clicking on the floor making Suguru’s heart race. He couldn’t stop his eyes from following the sway of your hips as you led him deeper into the shop. The way the skirt of your dress swished, revealing cute little bloomers under your petticoat. He mentally slapped himself. He had  to keep his thoughts in check, focusing on the task at hand. Geto Suguru was not some pervert! 

As you reached the display, you turned to face him with an excited gleam in your eye. “Here it is! The last one in stock,” you said, pointing proudly to a pair of limited edition dolls. The pink one, with her sparkling pigtails, and the purple one, holding a very magical looking wand. 

Suguru's gaze briefly flickered to the dolls, but then it shifted back to you. The way your eyes lit up, the excitement in your voice—it was all so… intoxicating. Like you were holding onto his every word. He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, still not quite sure how to behave around you. "I didn’t expect… I didn’t think it would be so hard to get."

You giggled, a soft, melodic sound that made something flutter in his chest. “Well, Magical Girl: X&X is a very popular series! It’s hard to find the dolls, especially the limited edition ones. I’m glad you came in time.”

Suguru didn’t trust his voice to speak anymore. He just nodded and pulled out his wallet, handing over the money. You didn’t even look at the transaction, instead continuing to talk to him as you carefully wrapped the dolls in bright, crinkling pink paper.

Focus, Suguru. Focus on the dolls. You’re just here for the dolls.

But how could he? His eyes couldn’t seem to leave the way you tilted your head just slightly, your little cat ears bobbing with every movement. The little jingle that came with every movement. And the way you smiled at him, so genuinely, with that adorable little glint in your eyes that made something inside of him twist. He couldn’t stop it—his heart was pounding, and his brain was screaming at him to do something.

You handed him the dolls with such enthusiasm, your hands barely brushing against his fingers as you passed the package over to him.

Oh god, even the way you handed me the dolls is cute. Why are you so cute?

Suguru swallowed hard, the overwhelming desire to just… hug you, smother you, rising up in his chest. He wanted to pick you up, hold you close, and just protect you from the world. He wanted to be the only person you ever looked at, the only one you ever smiled at like that.

You were practically defenseless anyways. 

But he had to hold himself back. He couldn’t be that person, could he? No, no—he was here for a reason. He was supposed to be here for the dolls. 

“Uh… Thanks,” Suguru managed to choke out, his voice coming out hoarse and unsteady. He was so aware of the way his hands were shaking, holding the package. He needed to leave. Now.

But you were still looking up at him, your lips curving into a playful little smile. “You know, you’re really serious about this, aren’t you, Master?” You giggled, the sound so light, so melodic that Suguru almost felt like he could die from the sheer cuteness of it all. 

No, no, stop, Suguru! Stop!

“I—yeah, I guess,” he muttered, looking anywhere but at you. His gaze darted over to the corner of the room, anywhere but those soft eyes that were making his chest feel like it was going to explode. 

The urge to reach out and squeeze your cheeks—to just hold you—was so strong. His fingers twitched, his jaw clenched. He wanted to pull you closer, get a better look at how delicate you were, how fragile. 

“I hope you enjoy your figures, Master!” You brightly smiled up at him. God, how he wanted to strangle that pretty little neck of yours. How he wanted to tug on that collar so tight that you were choking with tears in your eyes. How he wanted to bite your cheeks to see what sounds you’d make. 

Stop smiling like that. Stop acting so cute. It’s too much. It’s too fucking much.

His hands tightened around the package, the sharp edges digging into his palm. He wanted to scream, to yell at you to stop making him feel like this. But instead, he just smiled back, a smile that felt more like a grimace than anything else. 

“Right… right. I will,” Suguru said, his voice barely a whisper now. “I’ll… I’ll come back soon.” He forced the words out, though they felt foreign on his tongue. The truth was, he didn’t just want to come back—he wanted to stay. He wanted to be close to you. He wanted to know everything about you, every little detail. 

You smiled even wider, completely unaware of the danger you were putting yourself in. “I’ll be here! I’ll be waiting for you, Master!”

Suguru turned on his heel, trying desperately to calm his racing heart as he walked toward the door. But the entire time, his thoughts were consumed by you. The way you looked at him. The way your voice sounded when you called him “Master.” 

His thoughts spiraled as he stepped outside, gripping the package tightly in his hands. His chest felt tight, constricted. He had never felt this way about anyone before. This level of intensity, this overwhelming desire to possess and protect—it was like nothing he had ever experienced. He didn’t know whether to run or stay. All he knew was that you were the most perfect person he had ever met, and the more he thought about you, the more he spiraled.

But you were still so innocent. So dumb to how he felt. And that—that—was what made it so unbearable.

Nanami: Online Dating

Nanami Kento didn’t have time for dating. Not that anyone believed him when he expressed that.

Gojo, that meddling idiot, had sneakily downloaded a dating app on his phone, swiping through profiles until Nanami found himself matched with you—a party girl, as Gojo put it. The last thing Nanami needed was some whirlwind romance or a string of distractions. He had work to do, responsibilities to handle. Yet here he was, standing outside a quaint little café, a man of routine now playing the part of someone interested in this game.

He glanced down at the photos on his phone. There you were: pictures of you laughing with friends at clubs, holding drinks in your hands, the glamorous nights out at fancy restaurants. And then there were the modeling shots—posing next to sleek supercars, all shiny and polished. Nanami’s lips pressed into a thin line.

He didn’t need to be a mind reader to know you were probably a disaster waiting to happen. You had issues, he could tell. And that was the last thing he wanted to get entangled in. He wasn't the type to judge a book by its cover, but he knew enough to assume you wouldn’t be the kind of woman he'd ever bring home to his parents.

His brows furrowed slightly, a sigh leaving his lips as he shoved the phone into his pocket. He adjusted his long coat, letting the cool evening breeze swirl around him. This date was probably going to be a waste of time.

Then, out of nowhere, you appeared.

You walked toward him in a soft pink maxi dress, the delicate fabric flowing behind you like some ethereal vision. A simple, sweet white bow tied neatly in your hair. You radiated a charm, an innocence that Nanami hadn’t expected, and for a brief moment, his chest tightened with something he couldn’t immediately place.

You smiled at him, sweet and genuine, and he couldn't help but feel...

“Am I late?” you asked softly, your head tilting as you looked up at him, your eyes bright with genuine concern. “Sorry, I had a late shift at the cocktail bar I work at, so I was really worried I was going to—”

Your voice trailed off as you noticed the strange expression on his face. Nanami blinked, clearing his throat, but the chill of his cynicism seemed to melt under your gaze. The hardness in his chest softened, and that unsettling feeling gnawed at him again, the one that made him feel like he should be on guard. But why? Why did you make him feel like this?

“No,” he said, his voice gruff but steady. “You’re fine. I’m just... surprised.”

He hadn’t meant to say that last part out loud, but there it was. He was surprised—surprised by how genuine you seemed. It wasn’t the image he’d built in his mind based on the photos. He was used to women who were superficial, all looks and no substance, but you… you didn’t fit that mold.

You smiled again, this time a little more shyly, before giving a small nod. “I’m glad. I really didn’t want to make you wait too long.”

Nanami nodded curtly, unsure of what to do with this strange reaction inside him. His eyes studied you more closely now, noting the little details—the way you moved with a kind of quiet grace that almost made him forget the judgment he had passed on you. You weren’t like the other women he’d met, and that was... unsettling.

You stepped closer, the scent of your perfume—something light and floral—lingering in the air around him. He found it strangely intoxicating, though he hated to admit it.

"So, what do you want to do?" you asked, the sweetness in your tone making him feel almost... guilty. He was supposed to be the one guiding this evening, not you. But it was hard to ignore the pull you had over him already.

He cleared his throat again, pushing the discomfort aside. “I was thinking dinner. Nothing fancy.”

You smiled softly, your eyes twinkling, but there was something behind that smile—something that made his stomach twist, and not from discomfort. It was an entirely different kind of tension, one he had no intention of analyzing too deeply.

“Sounds perfect,” you agreed.

As the Date Continues:

Nanami hadn’t expected much, but as the evening wore on, he found himself listening to you in a way he hadn’t done for a long time. You weren’t just talkative, you were engaging, and each laugh that escaped your lips seemed to stir something inside him. You were kind, warm, easy to talk to—and it was starting to unsettle him. This wasn’t what he had imagined, and that, in and of itself, was a problem.

Every time you reached across the table to grab your drink, or brushed a lock of hair from your face, Nanami couldn’t shake the growing sense of... need. It wasn’t the typical attraction he felt—this was different. You were slipping under his skin in a way that was both dangerous and familiar.

By the time the meal was over, Nanami was no longer concerned about how out of place he felt. He was no longer thinking about the party girl who didn’t fit into his carefully constructed life. Instead, he found himself obsessed with the way you moved, the way you spoke. Everything about you now seemed... necessary.

“Are you sure you want to head home alone?” Nanami asked, his voice quieter than before.

You paused, blinking in surprise, but your smile remained sweet. “I’m used to it. My apartment’s not far.”

For a moment, Nanami didn’t speak, just watched you with an unreadable look in his eyes. 

“I’ll walk you to your door,” he said finally, his tone calm, as he gave you a smile. “It’s the right thing to do” 

Choso: Heart Shaped Lattes

Choso stood outside the small café nestled in the heart of Akihabara, waiting for Yuji and his friends. The city buzzed around him, but he remained still, his gaze distant as he watched the passing crowds. His phone buzzed in his pocket, pulling his attention. It was a message from his little brother:

“Sorry Choso! We’re running a bit behind, you can order first if you want! :)”

Of course, he wasn’t upset. Even though Yuji was already fifteen minutes late, and Choso had been awkwardly standing alone outside, he would never feel anger toward his brother. It was just a small thing. A human thing.

With a quiet sigh, he pushed open the café door, and the familiar sounds of clinking cups and soft lofi music washed over him. The dimly lit interior felt cozy, a warm contrast to the bustling streets outside. Choso’s tired eyes scanned the room, his thoughts clouded as he made his way to the counter, gaze fixed on the floor.

“One latte. Please,” he ordered in his usual low, steady voice. He glanced up at the menu, as if the words there would help him understand what to say next. “Hot.”

It was the only drink Yuji had introduced him to, and despite its simplicity, Choso had come to enjoy it. There was something comforting about it. Something predictable. He was still getting used to this—this human lifestyle, the routine, the small moments that made up their lives.

The barista behind the counter smiled, her eyes warm as she took his order. Choso barely noticed the kindness in her expression, too focused on his own thoughts to appreciate the way she smiled at him. She handed him the receipt with a soft clink, and he nodded in acknowledgment before stepping away to find a table.

The café wasn’t crowded, but it wasn’t empty either. It was just the right amount of busy that allowed Choso to sit quietly in the corner, unnoticed. He chose a seat by the window, glancing at his phone again to see if Yuji had messaged. Nothing. He smiled faintly. He could wait. He had all the time in the world.

A moment later, his latte arrived, set on the table with a soft clink of ceramic against wood. Choso’s eyes flicked down to the cup as the barista placed it in front of him. He froze.

There, on the surface of the coffee, was something unexpected. A perfect heart, etched into the foam.

Choso’s breath caught in his throat. His mind spun in confusion. Why was his heart beating so fast? Was it—an enemy? Was someone threatening him? No… that wasn’t it. This wasn’t danger. It was something else. Something he didn’t understand.

Blood rushed to his face, and he quickly glanced away, his eyes darting around the café in a frantic search for a distraction. But there was nothing. Nothing to explain this. 

No. It wasn’t possible. Was it?

His gaze snapped back to the barista. The girl who had taken his order. Her face was bathed in the soft glow of the café lights, and now that he was looking—really looking—he saw how stunning she was. Her lips were slightly pressed, a small concentration as she worked, preparing drinks with smooth, delicate movements.

You. You were the one who had made the heart in his coffee.

Choso swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. His pulse was erratic, the sensation almost overwhelming. 

A heart. You had put a heart in his latte. The pretty little barista.

That must mean… love, right?

His mind raced with the possibilities. Was this some kind of sign? A gesture? Were you—interested in him?

No. It couldn’t be. He didn’t even know your name. He had barely spoken to you, hadn’t even properly looked at you until now. But still… the heart was something. It had to mean something.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away as you moved behind the counter, your every action now laced with meaning. The simple task of preparing drinks had transformed into something so intimate, so personal.

Choso leaned forward, his fingers curling tightly around the edge of his coffee cup. His thoughts churned as he stared….at that sweet little heart. 

Yuji and his friends would be here soon, but for now, he was lost. Lost in the warmth of the coffee, and in the warmth of a feeling that was new—and so very dangerous. A feeling that crept into his chest, tugging at something dark inside him.

Choso couldn’t help himself. He ordered at least three more drinks before his friends showed up. His heart is racing every time. Each time, you greeted him with that same smile, handing him the perfect coffee, each cup as flawless as the last. Each one had that sweet little heart in the foam. When you even gave him a free pastry—something small, something extra—he was sure of it. 

Surely, this was love.

Surely, he was meant to be here every day, because you two—you and him—were meant for each other, right?

This was what a soulmate was. 

Shoko: Medical School 

Oh, medical school. What a joke.

Shoko could cheat her way through most of her labs using her technique—healing, manipulating, fixing. But there was one thing she couldn’t control, couldn’t fake: Organic Chemistry.

She could easily fix broken bones, curse away a cold, hell, when her students lost limbs, Shoko could put them back together without even breaking a sweat. But Organic Chemistry? That was her undoing.

How was she supposed to understand what a nucleophilic attack was? Why were there shapes in chemistry?

It was a joke.

Which, of course, led her to you.

It was a slow morning, and Shoko dragged herself to the lecture hall, already exhausted from last night’s work. She slumped into the back row, hoping to at least catch a nap while pretending to take notes. Her eyes half-lidded, she scanned the room, not expecting anything interesting. That was until you—sweet, innocent little you—sat right next to her.

“Hah... I was worried I wasn’t going to make it. I never miss a lecture, y’know!” You said brightly, your accent heavy from one of the more rural areas of Japan. You were so… casual, so warm.

You leaned over, extending your hand to her with a smile. “I’m Y/n, and you are…?”

Shoko blinked, looking at your outstretched hand for a long beat, her gaze flickering from the innocent shine in your eyes to the warmth in your palm. She didn’t even bother to hide the smirk that tugged at her lips.

“Ieiri Shoko,” she hummed, amusement dancing in her tone as she took your hand and gave it a firm shake.

You were like a cute little puppy, weren’t you? Too trusting, too innocent.

She could already picture you with a tail wagging—completely unaware of what she might do to you.

Then, her gaze shifted.

You pulled out your notes—so detailed, so organized. Color-coded, of course, and even had cute little doodles in the margins explaining everything. A simple little smiley face here, a heart there, like a child’s drawing. Everything was perfect.

It irritated her. Not in the usual way. It wasn’t jealousy. No, it was something else. Something darker. Something that whispered: You’re the answer. You could help me…

Shoko’s eyes lingered on the page as she tried to suppress the urge to take those notes. She wasn’t proud of it, but—well, she had to admit it to herself. Organic Chemistry was her weakness. And you? You were her ticket to fixing that.

It didn’t take long for Shoko to fail the first exam. She’d be fine, of course. She could always cheat. But for now, it was an excuse to get closer to you.

She leaned over, her tone casual, but with a hint of something more—something almost… possessive.

“Your notes,” she began, voice dripping with barely-contained amusement, “they’re cute.”

Your face lit up immediately, a pure excitement in your eyes as you beamed at her. “Oh, thank you! I almost always get a seat in the front, but today I just missed my train after my shift at the Lawson, and well—”

Shoko didn’t need the backstory. She never did.

Her lips curled into a teasing, playful pout, the kind that didn’t quite reach her eyes, which glinted with something more dangerous. She leaned in just a little closer, lowering her voice.

“Could you lend them to me?” she asked, her tone silky and smooth, the words almost too innocent. “I really need them for studying. And I didn’t quite catch everything in the lecture…”

Your enthusiasm was infectious. You beamed, completely unaware of the darker edge in her voice. “Well, I can’t exactly lend them to you…but I could give you a copy!” you chimed brightly. Your excitement was so pure, so sweet, it made Shoko have to stifle a laugh.

Oh, you were cute.

Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, as if she were plotting something already. “Sure, sure. How about you come over to my apartment and drop them off, yeah? Maybe we could study together too… You seem to know your stuff.”

She watched as you nodded eagerly, too eager. Someone could just easily kidnap you, couldn’t they?

“Oh, that would be great! Here’s all my contact information!” you chirped, pulling out your phone and eagerly handing it to her.

Shoko took the phone from your hand, the faintest smile playing at her lips. 

You had already caught her interest. In more ways than one.

[kiwriteswords]

Hii I love your writing!! I just wanted to ask if you could write a little Hotch x BAU!reader oneshot where the reader is on her period and Hotch takes care of her!! I need that right now

A Quiet Kind of Care

Masterlist || Ao3

AN: I could have used an Aaron Hotchner last week when this was me! Thanks so much for sending this one in, Anon. It was a fun one to write on my day off today!

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

Word Count: >1k

Tags/Warnings: Secret Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Tender Moments, Reader who gets a period, Soft!Hotch

Sypnosis: After a long, grueling day on a case, you push through your discomfort to keep up with the team, all while secretly dating Aaron Hotchner. When you finally retreat to the privacy of your hotel room, Hotch’s quiet attentiveness and subtle gestures of care remind you just how much he understands your needs, offering a moment of solace and connection away from prying eyes.

Aaron's keen observation skills were not just a professional asset but a personal one, too. His years of marriage to Haley had honed his awareness of the women in his life, including you. He could discern the subtle signs of discomfort and weariness that often remained unspoken, understanding that even the strongest women needed a little extra care at times.

He’d caught on gradually—the way you’d press a hand to your lower back or shift uncomfortably in your chair during long briefings, the slight furrow in your brow that signaled more than just stress. There were times he noticed you reach instinctively toward your abdomen, only to lower your hand quickly, as if not wanting anyone to see. He saw these little signs, things the rest of the team might overlook but which he couldn’t ignore.

As he watched you navigate the case with more determination than usual, Aaron didn’t need to ask what was wrong. Instead, he offered a steadfast presence, quietly supporting you in small ways throughout the day—taking on more physical tasks, and giving you brief respites, all while keeping a watchful eye on you.

When the day finally wrapped, he made his way to your room, ready to be there for you in the way he knew you’d never ask but that he was more than willing to offer. One of the things he loved most about you was your strength and resilience. And yet, as much as he admired it, he wanted you to know that you didn’t always have to be strong with him.

The hotel hallway was quiet; the sounds of the bustling day long faded into stillness. It had been a grueling day on the case, with too many close calls and endless hours spent in the field. You were exhausted, your entire body aching, and the discomfort of your period only worsened your fatigue. Despite the pain, you’d managed to keep it all under wraps, not wanting the team to notice or, worse, worry. But Aaron—Aaron always knew.

As you leaned against the doorframe, waiting for Aaron, a wave of relief washed over you at the thought of being alone with him. The quiet knock on the door signaled his arrival, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of calm and anticipation.

A quiet knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts. You opened it to find Aaron standing there, his gaze gentle, softened with concern.

“Come in,” you whispered, letting him in quickly and quietly.

Once inside, he closed the door softly, turning back to you with a small, knowing smile that held all the warmth and reassurance you needed. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a gentle, steady embrace. His hand settled at the middle of your back, his fingers spreading wide, grounding you as he held you close.

Slowly, he began to run his hand up and down your spine, a soothing rhythm that seemed to melt away the tension you’d been carrying all day. His other arm tightened around your shoulders, drawing you even closer as if shielding you from the day’s lingering stress. You rested your cheek against his chest, listening to his heart's steady, calming beat, letting it lull you into a place of warmth and safety. His chin came to rest lightly atop your head, and he exhaled as if he, too, had needed this moment just as much.

You felt the day's weight slip away in his arms, replaced by a quiet sense of peace that only Aaron could give. For a moment, it was just the two of you, wrapped up in each other, the world outside the door forgotten.

“You’ve been pushing yourself all day,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with concern. “You could’ve let me help sooner, you know.”

​​You sighed, leaning into his shoulder with a small smile. “It’s just part of the job. Nothing I can’t handle.”

He looked at you, the hint of a smile on his lips. “You don’t have to hide with me. Here—sit down.”

Aaron guided you over to the bed, settling you comfortably. He’d brought a small bag with him, and you watched as he pulled out a few items: a water bottle, some painkillers, and a small heating pad. You raised an eyebrow in surprise, touched by the thoughtfulness.

“When did you even get those?” you asked softly, feeling a warmth in your chest that had nothing to do with the heating pad.

He chuckled, settling beside you, reaching to plug the heating pad into the outlet beside the bed.

“I have my ways.” He placed the heating pad gently against your stomach, and the warmth was an immediate relief, easing the cramps that had been gnawing at you all day. “You don’t think I’d let you suffer alone, do you?”

You leaned more fully against his shoulder, feeling the tension start to slip away as he wrapped an arm around you. His hand slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, fingertips tracing gentle, soothing lines across your stomach, each movement easing the ache a little more. He stayed quiet, his steady breathing a calming rhythm, grounding you as you let yourself relax into him.

“You know,” he whispered after a while, “it wouldn’t hurt to tell me these things sooner. You don’t have to act tough with me.”

You looked up at him, catching the glint of tenderness in his eyes. “I didn’t want to be a bother.”

He gently kissed your forehead, his lips warm and soft. “You could never be a bother.”

You stayed wrapped in his arms, the silence between you filled with the quiet understanding that was so uniquely yours. Moments like this, hidden from the rest of the world, were precious—just you and Aaron, no titles, no cases, just two people caring for each other in the simplest, truest way.

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Kinich x Reader

Where Kinich is jealous that you give Ajaw so much attention.

(Hello everyone again! This is a request that I loved doing LMAO it was a lot of fun, how Ajaw wants to piss off Kinich. Just enjoy it!)

The sun was already beginning to set on the horizon, tinting the sky in orange and pink hues as a gentle breeze swept across the prairies. You had moved away from the camp a little to enjoy a moment of tranquility before night fell completely, and sat down on a large rock to watch the sunset.

You had barely closed your eyes to enjoy the cool wind on your face when you felt a push on your legs. You didn’t need to open your eyes to know who it was.

“Ajaw… again?” You murmured between laughs, opening your eyes to find Ajaw insistently pushing himself against your knees. You let out a soft laugh as you began to gently scratch the base of his body. Ajaw let out a victorious smile as he looked at Kinich, closing his eyes as he received your caresses.

Ajaw wasn’t like a puppy or a dog, and everyone knew that, but with you, he behaved like a puppy in need of attention. The difference between his usual ferocity and the tenderness with which he curled up in your lap was almost surreal. Kinich often wondered what kind of magic you had used to tame such a beast.

“I can’t believe you’re indulging him again,” Kinich’s voice echoed behind you, tinged with a mix of disbelief and exasperation. He approached the camp, carrying a bag of supplies and wearing his usual expression somewhere between tired and annoyed. A few strands of his dark hair fell over his forehead, messy from the day.

“I’m not indulging him,” you replied, but the amused tone in your voice gave away otherwise. Ajaw, as if to make his point, rested on your lap and let out a deep sigh, closing his eyes in pure satisfaction as he snorted and smiled cruelly at Kinich.

Kinich frowned as he set his things down and crossed his arms. “That dragon has developed an unhealthy dependence on you. Don’t you realize you’re spoiling him?”

“He just needs a little TLC,” you replied with an innocent smile, your fingers gently caressing the dragons pixel scales. “Besides, who could resist this little face?” You leaned towards Ajaw, scratching the base of his jaw, causing the dragon to make a sound that resembled open laughter at Kinich, as if he had won a competition.

Kinich rolled his eyes, letting out a tired sigh. “I doubt the people in Natlan think the same when they see him spewing flames,” he grumbled, though his eyes couldn’t hide the spark of jealousy dancing in them.

Ajaw, always quick to pick up on human emotions, opened one eye and shot Kinich a mocking glance. With an exaggerated movement, he leaned even more weight on your legs and made a satisfied sound, as if to emphasize how much more he enjoyed your company compared to that of his human companion.

“Don’t start, Ajaw,” Kinich warned, pointing a finger at you. “You know you’re not helping.”

But Ajaw only responded with a disdainful snort before settling himself more comfortably in your lap. You petted his head again as if he were a puppy.

“Don’t be jealous, Kinich,” you said, shooting him a sidelong glance. “He just knows how to appreciate a good massage. Maybe you could earn one too if you’d stop growling so much.”

Kinich let out a snort, though there was a slight blush on his cheeks that didn’t go unnoticed by you. He sat down beside you with a sigh, surrendering to the scene in front of him. “Sometimes I think you like Ajaw more than me,” he muttered, feigning a hurt tone.

Ajaw, who clearly understood what was being said, raised his head and looked at you with a mischievous glint in his pixel eyes, as he said “Of course he prefers me, you useless human.”

“Don’t be like that, Kinich,” you replied, laughing softly. “You know I have enough affection for both of us.” You leaned towards Kinich and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, just as Ajaw let out a grunt of jealusy.

Kinich looked at you with a resigned smile, though clearly pleased by your gesture. But his moment of victory was short-lived, as Ajaw decided to rub his body against your cheek, demanding more attention.

“Ajaw, stop it!” Kinich protested, gently pulling the dragon away from you. “Don’t be a hog!”

“Leave it, Kinich,” you said with a laugh, taking your boyfriend's hand and interlacing your fingers with his as you continued to pet Ajaw with your other hand. “At the end of the day, we’re a bit of a… peculiar family, don’t you think?”

Kinich looked at you, his dark eyes softening at the sight of the joy on your face. “I guess,” he said.

"A very peculiar family…"

And so, under the starry sky of Natlan, you found yourself between the warmth of your two companions: the stubborn warrior you loved so much and the old little pixel dragon who, somehow, had become your inseparable companion.

A strange combination, yes, but one that fit perfectly into the chaotic world you called home.

[wosola]

French kisses .3 - Lucy Bronze x French!Reader

Summary: This is during Lucy Bronze’s time playing for Lyon, she's just gotten into a relationship with R, a 22-year-old student. For R it is the first time sleeping with someone.

Warnings: This is an 18+ fanfic with explicit content, so minors DNI. Smut; Readers' first time, cunnilingus, fingering. Fluff; aftercare.

Part 1 - Part 2

Seeing you captivated, lucy gently took your hands in hers, smirking a little as she guided them to her chest. She laced her fingers through yours, encouraging you to cup her breasts, your palms brushing over the sensitive peaks. You gave a gentle squeeze, feeling the heat of her skin against your hands, still entranced by her body.

Lucy’s smile softened as she took in your focused expression. “feels good?” She asked amused.

“mhm,” you murmured, still in a bit of a daze before you blinked, meeting her eyes. “yeah.”

She let her hands drift to your own chest, fingers trailing over your skin before her thumbs brushed over your nipples, drawing a shiver from you.

She leaned in, catching your lips in a kiss, gently lowering you against the bed again.

One hand moved to support her weight beside you, while her other continued its exploration of your chest.

Her kisses were slow, unhurried, like she was savoring every touch and every inch of you.

After a moment her mouth began to travel, leaving a line of open-mouthed kisses down your neck, the sensation of her lips heightening the sensitivity of your skin beneath her.

Your hand moved to thread into her hair, tugging her closer to your body. Even though it felt overwhelming, you didn’t want her to stop.

Every inch of you was alive under her touch, your heart beating faster and faster as her lips pressed lower. You felt your breaths grow shallow, anticipation building with every kiss that explored your skin.

Your breath hitched. Her mouth was warm and soft and when she brushed a kiss just above your nipple, you couldn’t help the way your fingers tightened slightly in her hair.

Slowly she brought her lips to the bud, kissing it in a way that made you exhale a shaky breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

A strange warmth spread through you. It was both tender and exhilarating, you could feel her smiling against you at how your body reacted on her touch.

Her tongue darted out, brushing lightly and you felt an overwhelming thrill ripple through you.

You’d never been touched like this before and as she played with your sensitive skin you felt your body responding, tingling, becoming alive under her attention in a way that was new for you.

She looked up, gauging your reaction. It was a sight, her mouth on your breast and her eyes focused on you. You sent her a pleading look, you wanted her to continue.

Your heart raced and your cheeks heated up as her mouth trailed down, her kisses slow and lingering as she moved lower, across the dip of your ribs and toward your belly.

By the time her lips reached your waist, you found yourself squirming slightly beneath her, anticipation and a tinge of shyness mingling in the pit of your stomach.

Her lips brushed your hips and without having control over it your legs shook, your hips bucking.

Lucy paused, noticing the way you shifted restlessly. She chuckled, glancing up at you. Her eyes met yours from where she hovered at your hips, a spark of mischief in her gaze.

You thought she looked so beautiful there, half-smiling, her face inches away from the most intimate parts of you.

There was something about the way she looked at you, or maybe it was her position. But seeing her like this, gazing up at you with that soft, adoring look, made you feel a mix of excitement and bashfulness, like you were about to share something of yourself that no one other then yourself had ever come close to before.

Lucy’s hand slid gently along your thigh, she paused, meeting your gaze with a soft, questioning look. “can I take these off?” She asked, her voice low and warm.

You nodded, too caught up in the moment to form any words.

You lifted your hips slightly to help her slide your pants down. Your underwear got caught in your pants, leaving you bare, the cool air hit your skin and you became suddenly aware of just how wet you were.

When you were alone, you rarely got this wet—but with Lucy, after a particularly nice make-out session, you’d sometimes even had to change your underwear.

She had that effect on you, something you had never experienced before. Now, with her being able to see the evidence of that in front of her, you felt a thrill of vulnerability.

But the way she looked at you was so reassuring. Her gaze was gently but there was also a sliver of hunger in her gaze, making you feel comfortable and safe but also wanted.

She dropped your pants aside and trailed her fingers lightly along the outsides of your thighs.

Leaning down, she pressed a soft kiss to your knee, then began a slow journey upward.

Her lips brushed along the sensitive skin just above your knee, then slightly higher and with each kiss you felt like breathing was getting harder.

You shifted beneath her, unable to stop a small, involuntary whine from escaping your lips as she moved closer to your center.

Lucy looked up, smirking, clearly pleased by the effect she was having on you. Her gaze was dark but full of tenderness and her smile held a hint of playful mischief.

You felt your cheeks warm as she continued kissing her way up your thigh, savoring each inch of your skin as if it were something precious, like she was worshipping you.

Each kiss, each inch closer, left you feeling more and more exposed, yet it only made the moment feel more thrilling.

Lucy’s lips hovered just above your skin, her warm breath fanning across your inner thigh.

Her hands moved softly, brushing up along your hips as she placed a lingering kiss near the edge of your thigh where it bordered your hip.

Her voice was a soft murmur, barely above a whisper, as she took in the way you squirmed beneath her touch. “mmm my beautiful girl,” she breathed, almost to herself. But the words hit something within you, a sense of need building into something almost too intense.

You shifted, your body aching for her, a tension unfurling like an ache that only she could relieve. A soft whimper escaped you.

Lucy’s gaze flicked upward, her lip caught between her teeth as she leaned back up over you to meet your eyes.

She paused just before your mouth, “what’s wrong?” She asked, playfully, a glimmer of amusement in her eyes as she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

You rolled your eyes, a breathy chuckle slipping out as you let your hands trail up her back, tugging her closer. “luce, you know what you’re doing,” you whined, your voice barely a whisper, thick with longing. “Soyez cool, please continuez.” <<Come on, please continue>>

Lucy smirked as she took in the flush on your cheeks and the way your body arched toward her. “oh, I see,” she murmured, giving you one more lingering kiss, slow and teasing, before shifting her position again and pressing her mouth along the curve of your stomach.

Her kisses traced a slow path downward again, her lips grazing every sensitive inch as she settled back between your legs.

You noticed Lucy seemed to like holding a bit of dominance over you. You liked it, it was attractive to you when she was a little bit cocky and smug. 

As her lips traveled closer to your center, you felt the anticipation build impossibly thicker, every inch of your skin alight. You couldn’t help the soft, impatient sounds that kept slipping out.

Your hand drifted back into her hair, fingers curling as you subtly guided her, the need in you too strong to hold back.

Lucy laughed softly against your skin, pausing to look up, her mouth curved in a wicked smile. “mm eager, are we?” She whispered, a hint of a smirk dancing in her eyes before she dipped her head.

As her lips finally settled exactly where you needed, a weird sensation flooded over you, the world melted away, leaving only the feeling of her mouth.

The sensation was unlike anything you’d felt before. Lucy’s mouth was soft yet firm, moving with a rhythm that had you teetering somewhere between pleasure and something almost overwhelming. Her tongue glided over your most sensitive spot. It sent shockwaves through your body.

At first, you tried to keep your eyes open, to focus on lucy’s head moving between your thighs, her dark hair splayed out against your skin.

But as her lips closed around your clit, sucking gently, your body’s reaction was instinctive—a rush of heat that had you throwing your head back onto the mattress.

The feeling was almost too much, yet exactly what you craved, each touch driving you higher. Your breaths came quicker, shallower, the wetness between your legs only growing as lucy's mouth explored you.

Lucy seemed to sense every change, every shift in your breathing, the gasps that fell from your lips feeding her intensity. She stayed in tune with you, her mouth working at just the right pace, never letting up as if she were entirely fueled by your reactions.

You felt her fingers press into your thighs, anchoring you.

A deep, almost strangled moan escaped your lips, a sound you barely recognized as your own and suddenly lucy paused, her head lifting, gaze meeting yours in concern.

“are you alright?” she asked softly, her voice full of care, her expression open and vulnerable. “did i-”

The absence of her touch was stark and you couldn’t help the whine that left you, a plea that surprised even you. “luce, please,’’ you managed, ‘’don’t stop,” your voice nearly breathless, heavy with need.

Her lips curved into a gentle smile, her hand brushing over your thigh reassuringly before she leaned back down, her mouth finding you again. She took her time, her rhythm building up until you felt yourself slipping under completely, the pleasure becoming a wave that crashed over you, washing everything else away. Quiet gasps and soft whiny moans leaving your lips uncontrollably.

As lucy’s mouth worked steadily against you, a rising warmth built up inside again, coiling tighter with every flick and caress. Your breaths came out in quick, shallow bursts.

She didn’t rush, but there was an intensity, a focus in the way her tongue moved over your clit, each pass bringing you closer and closer to that edge, that tipping point where everything would slip away.

The tension inside you built into an ache that was at once too much and not nearly enough.

Your body tensed as she held you right on that precipice, every muscle tightening until, finally, with a strangled moan, you went tumbling over.

The release hit you in waves, the pleasure so powerful it felt almost surreal, your body shuddering under her touch. Your hands gripping tighter in her hair as your legs shook, your back arching off the bed as the sensation flooded through you. You barely recognized the sounds coming from your own mouth.

Lucy didn’t stop, her mouth was gentle but still persistent, helping you through the aftershock, her touch grounding and reassuring as you came down, feeling the pleasure fade.

You could feel her smile against your skin, a pleased hum escaping her.

When you finally opened your eyes, dazed and breathless, lucy was watching you, her gaze soft yet smoldering, filled with an affection and pride that left you feeling completely seen.

With one last gentle kiss to your thigh, she made her way back up to you, her eyes meeting yours, her fingers brushing your cheek. You could barely manage a shaky smile, still lost somewhere between bliss and amazement.

Lucy leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your lips and you could taste the hint of yourself on her.

“was that good?” she murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face.

You let out a small, breathy laugh as you looked up at her. “yes,” you chuckled, reaching for her, pulling her close.

You both shifted on the bed to the headboard and laid there, still catching your breath, legs tangled together, faces inches apart on the pillow. The air between you felt softer somehow, both of you caught in that post-bliss haze where everything seemed a little warmer, like a little pink cloud had formed around the two of you.

Lucy reached over, gently brushing a finger along your cheek. "so," she murmured, a hint of a smile in her eyes, "was that…alright? For your first time, I mean."

You laughed softly, reaching up to hold her hand against your cheek. “mhm, you were very gentle with me, lucy. It felt really good.” You shifted a bit, unable to stop the grin spreading across your face. "I already can’t wait for the next time."

Lucy laughed, a bright sound that melted into the moment, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. “well, that’s a good sign.” She kissed your forehead and then your nose, her smile warm. “guess I did alright, then.”

You bit your lip, feeling a small swell of nerves. “…what if I can’t do it as well for you?” You whispered, the words half-buried in the pillow. “I mean, you made it seem so…easy but I d-”

She shook her head and leaned in, giving you a reassuring kiss. “you’ll do amazing and hey, the first times are about figuring things out together. Some trial and error’s is normal, you know?”

You nodded, letting her words sink in.

‘’honestly, I think you’re never done learning or exploring, just remember everything is no-pressure, we do things because they’re fun and because it feels good, not because we have too.’’ lucy ended her sentence with a chuckle, ‘’I know that you know that, but I will just keep telling you.’’ she said, noticing you smiling at her.

She shifted to lay on her side and leaned in to kiss your cheek, ‘’I love you y/n.’’

You smiled, leaning closer. ‘’I love you too, luce.’’ you captured her lips with yours.

You realized it was kind of hot tasting yourself in her mouth.

The kiss deepened. You reached down, running your hand over her hip, fingers lingering just above the waistband of her pants. “could I…take these off?” You asked, mirroring how she’d asked you earlier, meeting her gaze.

Lucy nodded, a soft “yes” barely audible as she lifted her hips, helping you slide them down her legs.

Her boxers were still on but you could see a dark spot where the fabric clung to her, sending a blush spreading across your cheeks.

The realization that she was as affected by you as you were by her made your heart race. You looked up, half-wondering if she’d notice you staring.

Her own cheeks flushed and she laughed softly, glancing away before looking back at you.

You felt a little thrill of confidence as a small smirk tugged at your lips. Your fingers lightly grazed her thighs, you felt her muscles tense beneath your touch, sparking a new sense of excitement in you.

It felt good to effect lucy. You wanted to make her feel good.

The two of you moved slowly at first, faces close enough to feel each other's breaths as you melted into a kiss.

You settled over her, your bodies fitting together in a way that felt effortless and as you began to kiss her deeper, the gentle rise and fall of her chest under yours sent a thrill through you.

A gentle shift brought your hips flush against hers and as you leaned in, you felt the heat radiating from her. The friction, even through the cotton of her boxers, was enough to send a spark up your spine, making you breathe a little harder, a little less steady.

The warmth and wetness pressed against your thigh felt almost like an invitation, urging you to press down.

Lucy let out a soft, shaky sigh, her hands roaming to your waist, gently guiding you to grind down against her with a slow rhythm that matched the way your mouths moved together.

Her lips parted with a quiet gasp as her fingers pressed slightly into your sides, her response only fueling you.

You moved purely on instinct, each touch and kiss guided by how she responded to you. It was exhilarating to feel the way lucy’s body reacted under you.

Your fingers found their way to her chest, cupping her breast with a tentative squeeze that drew a soft sound from her lips, her breath catching as your thumb grazed over her nipple.

You felt her shiver slightly, her hand tracing the skin on your back as you leaned in again, letting your tongue explore her mouth.

The heat between you both grew, each kiss blending into the next, and you found yourself getting lost in the rhythm of it all.

It was a lot—it made your heart race and your skin got clammy—but it felt good.

A flush crept over you, the sense of being in control adding a thrill that you felt between your own legs, even though nothing was happening there.

You could feel the tension in her body, how her lips parted, breathy and eager against yours and for a moment, you were almost taken aback. You seemed to be doing something well.

Breaking from the kiss, you looked down at lucy with a soft, adoring smile before leaning in to press your lips to her neck. You let your mouth trail down, licking and nipping lightly at her skin, just like how she’d done at yours, savoring every shiver and tiny sound she made under you.

“y/n—” she started, her voice breathless and almost desperate, before she stopped herself.

“what?” you murmured, still nestled in the crook of her neck, tasting her skin and feeling her pulse quicken beneath your lips.

“nothing,” she whispered, her cheeks tinged red. “move at your own pace, I… I just got a little carried away.”

Her reaction made you smirk, something bolder awakening within you. You lifted yourself slightly, resting your hands on either side of her thighs, “what is it?” You whispered, voice low and questioning. “do you want me?”

She nodded, hesitant but unmistakably eager.

“where do you want me?” the words left your lips before you even knew you’d say them, a spark of mischief lighting up inside you as her blush deepened. You didn’t know where you got the boldness.

“no just go your pace, I—”

You tilted your head, giving her a soft whine. “Lucy, amor. You can tell me, I promise.”

She took a shaky breath, her eyes searching yours for a moment and then she took your hand in hers, guiding it down until you where inside her underwear. “I’m so wet for you, y/n,” she whispered, her cheeks flushed but her gaze steady.

A quiet gasp escaped you as your fingers brushed her slick folds, her arousal coating your skin.

You looked up, meeting her eyes as you drew your hand back and without thinking, brought your fingers to your mouth, closing your lips around them.

You hummed, the taste strange but somehow… hers, and you liked it.

When you opened your eyes again, lucy was watching you intently, her gaze heated and unwavering. You felt your own cheeks flush as you let out a shy smile. “you, uh… you taste good,” you said softly, brushing a gentle kiss to her lips. “I like your taste.”

“mmm,” she murmured against your mouth, her smile playful as she kissed you again. “by the way, I like your taste too.”

You chuckled, the intimacy between you felt good, it felt safe. “oh yeah?” You asked laughingly, grinning as she let out a laugh, pulling you in for another kiss, her arms wrapping around you in a way that made you feel like she was never letting you go again.

You pulled back just enough to look down at her, her face glowing softly in the candlelight, her eyes warm and waiting. The moment felt charged and before you knew it, the words were on your lips again.

“I love you, lucy.” You just couldn’t stop saying it.

Her eyes softened, looking at you adoringly. “I love you too, y/n. So much.” She leaned up, capturing your mouth in a kiss that was both deep and gentle, her hands cradling your face.

As you continued kissing, you felt her hips shifting under you, her breathing quickening. Your hand slipped to the band of her underwear, your eyes searching hers. “is it okay if I…?”

Lucy nodded eagerly, almost breathlessly. “yes, yes.”

You slid the fabric down her hips, watching her lift them slightly to help you, until they were completely off. You couldn’t help but take in the sight of her.

You crawled back over her, mirroring her earlier ways, pressing soft kisses along her skin, doing as she had learned you.

When you reached her chest, you hesitated for just a moment, uncertain but excited. Gently, you placed a soft kitten lick against her hardened bud, looking up at her, searching her face. “is… is that alright?” You asked, voice barely a whisper.

Lucy’s breath hitched slightly, her eyes meeting yours. “yes,” she murmured, her hands brushing encouragingly through your hair. “you can keep going, please.”

Her encouragement gave you a boost of confidence and you lingered there, exploring, letting your mouth take in the soft warmth of her skin, savoring her every shiver and sigh. She made it easy to find rhythm.

After a while you moved lower taking your time as you kissed down her stomach.

You liked the way her muscles twitched under your touch, every little response of hers made you proud. You felt like you where doing good.

When you finally reached the lines just above her core, you could catch her scent. You licked along her v-line, looking up at her. She was biting her lip and her gaze was hungry.

After a few more kisses and licks you paused, leaning back slightly, taking in the sight of her core, her body open and inviting. She didn’t seem to have any problems with showing herself to you.

Gently, you placed your hands on her inner thighs and pushed her legs further open, your gaze taking her in with quiet awe.

As you settled between lucy’s legs, her scent surrounded you, making your heart pound. You weren’t sure where to start, but you let instinct guide you, placing a gentle kisses on her inner thigh before trailing closer to her center.

You hesitated, feeling both excitement and nerves.

You began slowly, tasting her tentatively. It felt unfamiliar and you weren’t sure if you were doing it ‘right,’ but the way lucy’s breath hitched encouraged you.

You continued, experimenting with different movements, trying to focus on her responses.

After a while of trying out different things you felt a dull ache creeping into your jaw, your rhythm faltering. You looked up, eyes meeting hers, trying to read her expression.

Lucy was watching you with a soft, almost amused smile, her gaze warm and reassuring.

“am I… did I do something right? Does it feel nice?” You asked, a bit breathless, cheeks flushed.

She nodded, brushing her fingers along your cheek. “you’re doing so well, really,” she murmured. “we don’t have to keep going if you’re not comfortable. We can go again another time.” Her voice understanding.

You shook your head, wanting her to feel as good as she’d made you feel. “I want to keep going,” you whispered determinedly. “I want to make you feel good too.”

Lucy smiled and shifted, then, her smile changed into a grin, flipping the both of you so that you were lying back against the bed. She hovered over you, peppering your face with light kisses. “tonight’s about you baby.”

You tried to protest, but she leaned in, her voice dropping to a tender whisper. “maybe,” she murmured, “I can make you feel good again?”

You chuckled as she kissed a ticklish spot in your neck. ‘’Luceee.’’

She leaned back and looked lovingly at you, ‘’what is it my beautiful girl?’’ she teasingly asked.

With a hand cupping the back of her neck you pulled her closer, kissing her. Though your mouth was pretty tired.

She smiled in to the kiss and murmured something you couldn’t hear. She kissed your cheek before dipping lower, finding your neck again.

Lucy’s lips lingered at the base of your neck, her hands sliding gently along your sides. She eased her hand lower, fingers trailing down to your inner thigh, her touch sending a shiver through you as anticipation built.

Your legs automatically opened up for her more.

With a look of quiet reassurance, she brought her hand between your legs, letting her thumb circle over your clit in gentle, teasing motions. The sensation was different and you couldn’t help the soft whimpers that slipped from your lips.

Slowly, she let a finger press into you, the movement gentle, exploring, her touch bringing a blend of intensity and tenderness that made you tremble. Lucy’s gaze never left your face, watching your reactions as her finger began to pump in a slow, steady rhythm.

Her thumb continued to press softly against your clit, it felt like she knew just the right balance, just the right pressure to send waves of pleasure rippling through you. The intimacy of her touch, the look in her eyes, everything about the moment felt so personal. It was so.. Intimate.

Your body responded on her instinctively, hips lifting to meet her touch, your breathing growing shallow. The tension built gradually, an ache and a heat growing from her touch as she curled her finger slightly. Every press, every stroke pushed you closer and she sensed it, her thumb circling a little faster as she held you close.

It felt like she knew exactly how your body worked.

A couple moments later the tension within you broke all at once, a rush of euphoria coursing through you as your body shuddered against her hand.

Your breaths came in short gasps, your body quivering as waves of pleasure washed over you, leaving you feeling weightless and completely undone.

Lucy held you through it, placing soft kisses against your temple as the intensity had faded. You noticed her breath was a little shaky too.

The room was still wrapped in the warm light of candles, shadows flickering gently as lucy and you laid sprawled across the bed, your breaths gradually slowing, chests rising and falling in a non-matching rhythm.

The air felt thick with contentment, like nothing else mattered outside this cozy little haven you’d made together.

After a moment, you shifted, rolling over to rest your head on lucy’s chest, feeling her heartbeat steady beneath your cheek.

You traced gentle patterns across her skin, savoring the warmth of her body against yours.

You tilted your head to look up at her, cheeks coloring slightly as you stumbled over your words. “I’m, uh… sorry I didn’t manage to… you know… make you… um…”

Lucy looked down at you with a soft smile, brushing a gentle hand through your hair. “Hey,” she murmured, sitting up slightly so she could meet your eyes. “none of that.”

She took your hand in hers, her thumb tracing circles along your fingers, then flashed a playful grin. “besides,” she teased, “this just gives us more reasons to try again... and again... and again.” She said semi-jokingly.

A laugh slipped out of you. “oh, reallyy?” you replied, trying to sound unimpressed but not quite pulling it off.

“Mhm,” she nodded, eyes sparkling with playful confidence. “Practice makes perfect, you know. and I’m more than happy to help.” She paused, giving you a look that made you wonder if she was about to say something sweet or ridiculous. “I’m actually a really good coach.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop the grin that crept onto your face. ‘’Mhm I’m sure you are,’’ you chuckled. She was just too cute.

In a burst of affection, Lucy leaned in and began peppering your face with soft, quick kisses.

Laughing, you half-heartedly pushed her away. “Luce, what are you doing?”

She pressed a kiss near your ear, her voice low and affectionate. “I just love you so much,” she whispered, pulling back just enough to look at you, her expression warm. “So, so much.”

Your chest felt light as you chuckled, brushing a lock of her hair back. “I love you too, silly girl.”

“Silly?” She pouted, looking playfully wounded. “why did I deserve that?”

You cupped her face in your hands, your thumbs gently grazing her cheeks. “The best kind of silly.”

She tilted her head, her smile widening. “Alright, then. What’s a silly girl gotta do to get a kiss around here?”

You laughed, “ask.”

She leaned in, her voice soft as her eyes locked with yours. “can I have a kiss?” she whispered, her gaze lingering on your lips.

Your heart fluttered as if it was something special she asked, even though you had kissed her hundreds of times by now, but maybe kissing Lucy would always be special. “ofcourse,” you replied, your voice barely more than a murmur, leaning in until your lips met.

A pleased smile spread across your face as you settled into her arms after breaking the kiss.

“It felt very good, what you did’’ you swallowed, not knowing why you where suddenly a truth-well, ‘’better then most things I did on my own before.” You laughed, cheeks burning at your own honesty. “way better.”

She laughed with you, a light and happy sound. “Perfect,” she smiled, kissing the top of your head, “and it is only going to get better.”

“Can’t wait,” you replied, snuggling closer, “I think I liked what you did that second time best.”

She squeezed you gently, her fingers drawing lazy circles on your shoulder. “Mmmm, did you.”

You nodded against her, placing a kiss down on her neck. ‘’but I liked both.’’

‘’That’s good, I liked both too,’’ she said, her hand traveling from the small of your back to your ass, ‘’and you did well for me too.’’

You got shy, hiding your face against her embarrassed. Groaning, ‘’maybe next time I can do better.’’

‘’Noo baby, you did really well for your first time, it was good, really’’ Lucy cooed, her hand sliding up again, wrapping you up in an embrace.

You relaxed in to her, ‘’mhm.’’

-

After a few quiet moments, you spoke up “think we should take a shower?”

Lucy groaned dramatically, she pressed a kiss to your forehead. “we should… and then we have to turn off, like, a hundred candles.”

You glanced around at the warm glow of the room, half-hoping you both could stay cozily wrapped up in bed forever.

Lucy laughed, brushing a lock of hair from your face. “but we can handle all that later. First, we should eat.”

A grin spread across your face as your stomach let out a rumbling growl. “mmm, yes,” you sighed, sinking deeper against her. “you were so cute buying all my favorites. Seriously, when I saw the packaging..’’ you sighed contently ‘’you are my soulmate.”

She grinned proudly. “had to get it all perfect.’’ She shifted, coming up from under you, ‘’mkay, give me one second—I’ll be right back.”

Lucy slipped out of bed, grabbing a pair of boxers and a t-shirt from the nearby chair.

She shot you a little smile as she headed toward the door. You watched her go before slipping under the covers.

A few moments later, lucy returned, balancing a plate of food in one hand and a cold bottle of water in the other. “room service for madame” she announced with a playful grin, kicking the door shut behind her.

You sat up, a grin spreading across your face as you watched her come back over. “m fancy treatment,” you chuckled, pulling the covers up around you as you settled against the headboard, “I’ll have to leave a good tip.”

She settled down beside you, placing the plate and water on the nightstand and leaned in to brush her lips against yours. “you are my favorite customer,” she murmured with a soft smile.

You gave her a shy smile, cheeks warm as you took a piece of food of the plate. “mmm, I think this kind of ‘dinner in bed’ will be my new favorite thing.”

Lucy laughed, reaching for a baby tomato. “I’m glad, because I’ll be happy to make it a regular thing.”

As you both ate the food, you nestled against her, letting the quiet, cozy warmth settle between you. You leaned your head on her shoulder, gazing up at her. “I feel so lucky that you’re my girlfriend.”

Lucy’s eyes softened, her fingers tracing along your arm. “I feel pretty damn lucky too.”

a/n; Okay I hope that was good. Thank you again, @bruhnze and thank you to the people liking and sharing!