#comfortable silence. hands touching while sitting

[imsandra]

A breath

Pairing: Azriel x female reader

Summary: In the silent embrace of the night, Azriel found in Y/N the comfort he never knew he needed.

Warning: Fluffy comfort, I think that's it.

Word count: 1120

Notes: I believe many creators have written similar pieces, so this may not be a new concept. Feel free to leave your comments, suggestions; everything is welcome as long as it's with the intention of teaching and with respect.

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any spelling or grammar issues.

Original story, written by me. Please do not copy or plagiarize my work.

I appreciate any comments, reblogs, and likes I receive.

Happy reading!

Master list

The night in Velaris always had something special, but this one, in particular, felt magical. The gentle murmur of the Sidra River, the mild air filled with the scent of night-blooming flowers, and the clear sky full of stars that seemed to shine only for those willing to observe them closely.

Azriel was flying back to the House of Wind. He had had one of those long days, the kind where the exhaustion wasn’t just physical but emotional too. Azriel had spent hours training the Illyrians, dealing with disputes, and making sure everything ran smoothly in the Night Court.

Y/N had seen him enter, his posture stiff, and the shadows around him more restless than usual. Since they had begun spending more time together, she had learned to read him, to notice when he was tired or when something bothered him, even if he never said it. That night, however, something inside her told her that Azriel needed more than just company; he needed someone to care for him for once.

Without a word, Y/N followed him to the sitting room where Azriel usually sat after his missions or training, right next to the large window that offered a panoramic view of the city. He was there, staring out at the horizon, the stars reflecting in his golden eyes, but without his usual spark.

With a soft smile, Y/N entered and walked up to him. She sat beside him in silence, respecting his need for quiet. She didn’t need to ask what was wrong; she knew him well enough to know he would speak if he wanted to.

They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes before she suddenly got up and said, "I’ll be back in a moment."

Azriel watched her leave the room without asking where she was going. In his mind, the shadows kept whispering, but there was something about Y/N’s presence that calmed them slightly. She always made him feel less alone, less lost.

A little while later, Y/N returned with a cup of hot tea in her hands and a couple of blankets. Without asking, she offered him the tea and then draped one of the blankets over his legs.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Azriel asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and amusement.

Y/N shrugged, smiling. "Taking care of you. You look exhausted."

Azriel took the cup of tea, surprised by how comforting such a simple gesture could be. No one usually took care of him like that. He was always the one looking out for others, the one protecting, the one watching over his loved ones from the shadows. But with Y/N... she made him feel like someone worthy of being cared for.

Y/N sat back down beside him, wrapping herself in a blanket, and gently snuggled up against him. At first, Azriel tensed reflexively, but then he relaxed when she intertwined her fingers with his, softly caressing his scarred hand. Though he hated the scars for the horrible memories they brought him, Y/N didn’t feel the same. To her, they were part of his story.

The touch was so light, so intimate, that it surprised him how much it soothed him.

"Do you feel better?" she whispered, without looking directly at him, her focus on the nighttime view of Velaris.

Azriel gently squeezed her hand in response. "Yes... much better," he answered softly.

The peace he had been searching for all day, the calm he so longed for, he found there, in that moment, sitting next to Y/N, with her hand in his and her warmth comforting him.

"You know," Y/N continued in a low voice, "you don’t have to carry the weight of the world on your own. You can rest, lean on someone every now and then."

Azriel remained silent for a moment, his thoughts deep. Y/N’s words resonated with him in a way that few things ever did. He was so used to being the shield for everyone else, to protect and care, that he rarely allowed himself to be vulnerable, even for a moment.

"Thank you," he finally whispered, his voice full of sincerity. "For this. For... taking care of me."

Y/N lifted her head to look at him, her smile soft and understanding. "I’ll always do it, Az. Anytime you need it," she told him, a promise between them.

Azriel turned to her, his eyes meeting hers, and in that moment, something inside him broke, in the most beautiful way possible. He leaned in, pressing his forehead against Y/N’s, closing his eyes as he breathed deeply, letting her closeness envelop him completely.

They remained like that, together in the stillness, simply enjoying the peace they had found in each other. For Azriel, it was a reminder that it was okay to be vulnerable, that he didn’t always have to be strong—at least not with Y/N. And for her, it was a moment of tenderness, knowing that, although Azriel was a warrior in the shadows, in her arms he would always have a place to rest.

"Come," Y/N said softly, shifting a bit and pulling him down. "Let’s relax a little more."

Azriel let her guide him, leaning back into the cushions of the sofa as she nestled at his side, resting her head on his chest. His wings instinctively moved to wrap around them, creating a warm, protective barrier.

"I promise tomorrow will be better," Y/N whispered, her fingers gently playing with the dark strands of Azriel’s hair.

Azriel smiled for the first time all day, his hand softly caressing Y/N’s back. "With someone like you by my side, it will be."

Y/N kissed his cheek, and the spymaster blushed.

Under the blankets, under the night’s veil and the shelter of Azriel’s wings, they both found comfort in each other. A shared peace that didn’t need grand words or elaborate gestures—just a simple promise to always be there for one another.

*divider by @cafekitsune , thank you <33.

A/N: After an angst-filled Azriel x reader it's only fair to have a fluffy one. I hope you liked it and I'm sorry it was short, let me know what you think. Kisses, love you guys.

[yuuuhiii]

⌗ ﹙✿﹚ it all started with a kiss ⠀︵⠀⠀⊹⠀

includes : 9.2k words, jock!yuuji x reader, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, angst, smut so minors dni!, cursing, mutual pining, Yuuji is LOVEsick

a/n : This took a while for me to finish but I really hope you guys love it!!

Chatter is heard amongst the outdoors. The wind softly rustled the trees and grass. Your friends are in the cafeteria, confused about where you could have gone.

You're behind the school, where it’s a little dark, a little hidden, and quiet. However, you weren’t alone, a certain pink-haired boy had accompanied you. Why may you ask?

It all started with a reunion with your old childhood friend. Yuuji Itadori was your next-door neighbor. You both grew up together and were always stuck to the hip until middle school.

He had moved and even though both of you had went to the same school. You guys gradually faded away from each other's life. Busying yourself with your guy's own friendships and school.

That was until your freshman year when your mom invited him and his family for the holidays. Like anyone, it was awkward at first. Simple greetings and sheepish nods. When you got bored, you noticed he was too, so you invited him to your room.

You both were sitting on your bed. You crisscrossed as Yuuji was splayed out on his back. Finally breaking the ice, you both fell into a comfortable conversation. Reminiscing about events from your guy's childhood. Then it somehow led to your “love” life.

“I mean can we even call that a relationship?” He laughed, turning to look at you as you laughed along with him. Without much thought, he spoke his mind.

“So how was your first kiss?” He gazes up at you, his puppy eyes looking so full and curious. You smile, pulling your legs to your chest.

“I haven’t had it yet.” You giggle and he sits up.

“Hey! Me neither!” He points at himself, a laugh leaving him.

Silence fills your room but it’s in no way awkward. Until Yuuji’s words have your eyes widening.

“Would you wanna kiss me?” Your head snaps towards him and you’re flushing even more at the look he is giving you.

He wasn’t even fazed; his eyes were full of sincerity. However, your silence makes him backtrack.

“Sorry. That was probably weird huh?” He airily laughs, rubbing his neck. You blink, shoving your nervousness away, you speak up.

“Are you fine with me being your first kiss?” His eyes meet yours again, that same intense honest gaze. He nods his head with a small smile.

It honestly bothers you that he doesn’t look fazed at all. Only because you knew you were a flushing mess. Unbeknownst to you, his heart was hammering against his chest. He scoots closer to you; he’s staring at your lips and you’re staring in his eyes. You both are leaning closer and closer, your eyes slowly shutting.

That is until you hear your door open, and you both are shooting away from each other. A huge flush on both of your faces.

“There you two are! Come downstairs!” Your mom says as you both scatter out of your room.

After that failed attempt of sharing your guys first kiss, you’ve noticed him more around school. His bright smile always directed towards you with an excited wave too. That night in your room hasn’t left Yuuji’s mind since then. So that led you to where you were right now. It seems Yuuji was more nervous than that night in your room.

“Are you sure you wanna kiss me?” You look away and he perks up, nodding happily like an excited puppy.

You step closer to him and his hands lift up awkwardly, not knowing where to rest them. You quickly grasp them and he softly gasps.

As his lips were parted you rose on your tippy toes, your lips lightly touching his. Your hand softly caresses his cheek, and he gains more confidence. Resting a hand on the small of your back, pulling you closer to him.

The kiss was deepened, and you can feel Yuuji smile in the kiss. By the time you both pull away your hands are resting on his chest and his hands on your waist. Your blush mirrors his and he’s so giddy.

“I’d say that was a good first kiss. Definitely worth it.” He quips, he almost looks dazed, his eyes are lidded and soft. Lovesick was the only way you could describe it. You shove his chest playfully and he smiles brightly.

“I’m not joking!” He laughed.

But just like that, things went just to how they were before. Small waves and stolen glances. It didn't affect you as much, I mean at some point, you did feel like maybe he only used you for a kiss.

Yuuji was attractive and was that stereotypical dream boy, so it’s not like he didn’t have girls lined up.

Highschool was done in the blink of an eye and you were in college, already transferring to your four year. Life was going on fast, new relationships and new friendships, endings to old friendships, it was a lot. Now you were moving into an apartment and were excited to meet your roommate. Nobara Kugisaki was her name.

“You’re the talk of the campus.” She says as she helps you with your boxes and you give her a look.

“What does that mean?”

“Well, it’s a little odd that you transferred in the middle of the year so.”

“No one's ever heard of a gap year?”

“Right? Anyways wanna go study at the library in a bit? I know you have to go check out your new job.” You hum in reply.

Your head falls against the table with a groan.

“Nobara I don’t think I can continue.” She slumps as well.

“Me neither.” She rests her head on the table as well. Suddenly she’s sitting up, shaking the life out of you.

“What! What!” You yell and she slaps a hand over your mouth, pointing to the entrance of the library.

A group of boys walk in, and you’re struck with major nostalgia. You knew that pink fluff of hair from anywhere.

“Those are the basketball players! Major players in a different game if you know what I mean.” Nobara tuts and you roll your eyes.

Yet your eyes still follow Yuuji. She begins naming all of them and that eases your mind, it really was him.

“I know him.” You say calmly and she’s snapping her head between you and the guys.

“Huh? Which? Which one.” You nod your head towards the group.

“Yuuji. We were close when we were little.” Nobara awes.

“We were each other’s first kiss.” Nobara pauses.

“What!” She yells, turning heads from people around you guys. The librarian shushing you both. You even catch the attention from some of the guys.

“You were each other’s first kiss?!” She whisper yells.

“Yea. Who would’ve guessed he’d be a heartbreaker though, I thought he was too sweet for that.”

Nobara leans in, eyes shooting side to side. “I heard he got his heart broken. Heartbroken becomes the breakee.” She raises her brows and you laugh.

“I guess that makes sense.”

Now from the moment Yuuji walked in and heard Nobara’s screech he had his eyes glued on to you. You looked stunning, as if just laying his eyes on you made him want to take a big breath of air. That’s what you were, a breath of fresh air.

He knew it was you, of course it was, he’d never be able to forget you. He's stealing glances the whole time, so he doesn’t hear his friends plan about throwing a huge party.

“You listen'n?” His friend questions and Yuuji shakes his head.

“Ah, my bad.” He mutters, stealing another glance. Two of his other friends follow his trail of sight, turning back with a smug grin on their faces.

“Oh? You already got eyes on the new transfer?” They wiggle their brows.

“I don’t blame you, she’s fucking hot.”

One of them says and Yuuji frowns at their comment. Look, obviously they were only speaking the truth but just the thought of one of them pursuing you didn’t sit right with him. Solely because he knew they wouldn’t treat you right.

Yea, definitely.

He perks up when you get up with Nobara, your laugh striking his ears. At the same moment he smiles at the sound, you turn around, only to lock eyes with him, causing both of your eyes to widen. You send him a small smile and he feels his thoughts melt away.

“Hello?! Yuuji!”

“Y-Yea what?”

“You better be at the party dude.”

“Mhm.”

Start of a new week and you’re already at your new job. It wasn’t bad or good, you’d just say mediocre. Some days rush hour was a pain in the ass and other days you swore you saw a tumbleweed pass by.

Today was a tumbleweed kind of day. You stand there with your chin in the palm of your hand. You could wipe down the tables, mop the floors, take out the trash but you had already done that.

Right when a sigh leaves you, the bell chimes, signaling customers. You quickly stand up straight, a fake smile on your face. It almost falters when you see who had entered.

It’s Yuuji!

But with a girl stuck to his side, her hands gripping his bicep. His eyes widen at the sight of you as well.

“You know what I want right Yuu Yuu? I’m gonna grab us a table.” The girl squeaks, walking over to a booth. You almost cringe at her voice but you try not to let it get to you.

“Hi! What can I get you started with today?” You say optimistically. Yuuji is frozen and you shift on your feet.

“Let me know when you ready.” You nod your head while he shakes his.

“S-Sorry! I’m ready.” He gulps and you smile, taking his order.

“Your order will be right out.” You slightly bow and he hums, hovering for just a bit.

He returns back to the girl he came with and she's immediately talking his ear off however his mind is somewhere else, specifically on you.

Once you finished, you put their drinks on a tray and walk over to their booth. When you reach their table, you set his drink on the table however the girl reaches for hers. When you let go, you’re surprised to see it fall and spill everywhere. The girl throws her hands up, a displeased look on her face.

“What the fuck is your problem!” She yells standing up quickly. From the napkins you brought you try to help her, but she shoos you away.

“Get the fuck away from me, is it really that hard to just serve a drink?” She snaps and you bite your tongue, your eye twitching.

Within a moment she’s standing up, pushing the doors open as she left. You sigh and Yuuji is sat there, blinking. You rush to go grab rags, coming back and quickly placing them on the ground.

“Let me help.” Yuuji gets on his knees, and you’re shocked to see he’s still here. He tried to grab the rag from you, but you snatch it back.

“It’s ok, I got it. You’re not gonna go after her?” You stare up at him and he shrugs.

“Not really a point, she just wants to fuck me.” You deadpan at his words, and he covers his mouth.

“Sorry, that’s weird.” He awkwardly laughs and you stand up. He gets up and stays next to you as you wipe down the table. He admires you, your hair in a messy clip, little makeup on your features.

You hand him his drink and his fingers grace yours when takes it. You take his breath away without even trying. He’s sure you don’t know the effect you have on him and he’s glad you didn’t.

“I’ll see you around.” You mumble, walking behind the counter.

“Wait!” He yells and you turn around. “Are you coming to the party everyone’s talking about?” You blink and are confused on what party he’s even talking about.

“No?” He quickly pouts, resulting that of a kicked puppy.

“Why?” He practically whines.

“I wasn’t invited. I don’t know?” You wipe down the other tables.

“Well, I’m inviting you, come by! Bring your friends it’ll be fun!” He smiles and you can’t say no.

“I’ll see, parties aren’t my thing.” Right before he leaves, he turns around, sending you the softest and most bashful smile.

“You haven’t changed a bit.” It catches you off guard, but he’s gone in a flash, leaving you to ponder over his words.

When you reach back to your dorm Nobara already knew all about it.

“We’re going.” She shrugs and you hesitate.

“I don’t know…I might just stay here.”

“Didn’t Yuuji invite you?” She looks up from her phone and your brows rise.

“How do you know?” You say slowly.

“He told me. He’s so annoying, he’s pathetic really. Please! Please tell her to come!” She mimics and you laugh.

“That’s weird though, I haven’t talked to him in years.” You sigh, sitting on the stool at your guy's counter.

“He probably wants to catch up, if you know what I mean.” She makes obnoxiously loud kissing noises, and you roll your eyes.

“You’re so annoying, I’m going to bed.” You groan and she hollers.

“We’re going tomorrow you grandma!”

You meant it when you said parties weren’t your thing. Loud blaring music, colorful lights flashing, with a side of horny college kids grinding on each other. It's only been two weeks since you've transferred, and you didn't think coming to a party was going to be on your schedule.

Nobara is dragging you through the crowds of people while you're trying to balance your (her) heels and pull down your (her) dress. You finally reach an area with a good group of people.

"Hi, you guys this is my roomate." Nobara lightly pushes you in front of her. You glance around and nod.

"Uh, Hi." Nobara snorts and pulls you towards this green haired girl.

"Maki, can you get us shots please." Maki grins, seemingly pouring shots for everyone. After a meaningless countdown, you down your first shot. This was going to be a long night.

From across the room Yuuji has a beer in his hand. His brown eyes servicing the area, looking for someone in particular. As he takes another swig, a girl appears in front of him. He looks down at her and takes her in.

She had pretty long hair, her tits were about to spill out of her dress and her lips were glimmering.

"You're Yuuji right?" He nods, blinking at her. She pushes herself up against him and his breath hitches. Her hand is running against his bicep all the way up till the nape of his neck.

"You never answer any of my texts." She pouts, inching closer to him. Yuuji gulps because he knows where this will lead. Right before he continues, he glances up and there you are glowing.

You're wearing a white dress and heels. It makes his heart skip a beat, the way the light illuminates your face and your flushed cheeks. God he can't pull his eyes away. That's until he recognizes a guy towering over you, making his blood rush, maybe it was some of the alcohol too. He doesn't say anything to the girl that's on him, he just lightly moves her to the side.

Hakari Kinji, he was Yuuji's rival. He was from their rival school basketball team, everyone knew about them, at least one fight would break out when they played against each other. His question is why he's here and why he's talking to you.

"You're gorgeous. I'm guessing you don't got a boyfriend right? 'Heard you just transferred." He eyes you down and you gulp.

You feel cornered against this wall, he's big too. Thick muscles and at least six feet. You stumble on your words until you hear someone else speak.

"I thought I told you; you weren't welcome here."

Your eyes light up when you see Yuuji, but he looks scary. You've never seen this look on his face before, the way he stares this guy down it gave you chills.

"Yuuji! I was invited so you can go and get shitfaced drunk, you know embarrass yourself while you're at it." He grins moving to turn around, but Yuuji speaks again.

"Where's Kirara? I thought you told them you weren't gonna cheat anymore?" Hakari grabs Yuuji by the collar of his shirt, making him smirk.

"Keep Kirara out of your fucking mouth." Yuuji shoves him off of him, he quickly grabs your hand.

"Then leave her alone." He storms away until he reaches the backyard.

He huffs when you guys reach outside. It's a cold night so you quickly try to cover yourself. Yuuji looks down, his eyes perking up.

"Oh!" He frantically looks around. He spots a towel on a chair, as he sees there's a couple of people in the pool, he takes it.

"Here." He gently puts it over you. You gaze down at the towel and laugh. He blushes and laughs along with you.

"I'm really happy you came. I've been looking for you." He gazes at you, a soft smile rising to his face.

“Why? We haven’t talked in so long.” You mutter and he laughs.

“I know! But uh, you know I missed you.” You look at him, blinking in confusion and he clears his throat.

“You got quite the reputation around here.” You smirk and he grins.

“I know right, I’m the ace of our team.” He flexes his bicep.

“No, you’re a whore.” You laugh and he drops his arm.

“Oh.” He pursed his lips. You lean on him as you laugh and he smiles.

“You know it’s not really true, my friends are more of the sluts.” He plays with his hands.

“Not really true?” You quirk a brow.

“Well, you know, just some girls here and there.” He blushes.

“You get shy like a virgin.” You scoff and he sputters.

“W-What are you talking about!” He rubs his face.

“Always seeking that feeling huh.” You playfully roll your eyes.

You shiver and he catches this. He rests an arm around you, making you tense up.

“Sorry! Is this weird?” You shake your head and he nods.

“We can go back inside.” He says but you shake your head again.

“It’s too loud.” You sigh and he nods.

“So how’ve things been for you.” Then he gasps, tearing himself away from you.

“Oh my god! You don’t have a boyfriend right?” He looks mortified.

“No I don’t.” You giggle.

He lets out a relieved sigh and rests his arm around you again. You rest your head on his shoulder and Yuuji doesn’t know what’s gotten into him. He hasn’t felt this way since the last time you kissed him. Could he only feel like this when he was with you?

You hear a loud gasp from behind you guys, making you both turn around to see the culprit.

It’s a very drunk Nobara.

“No way! Get your slimy hands off her!” Nobara waddles towards you, pulling you off of him.

“Hey—What!” Yuuji pouts, reaching for you.

“Leave her alone! I won’t let you taint her.” She shoves your face in her chest, making you groan.

“Nobara, you’re drunk. Let me take you guy's back home.” She immediately lets you go.

“Can we get pizza.” She smirks and Yuuji sighs.

“Yes, we can get pizza.”

“Hooray!” She yells, linking arms with you both and exiting the party.

You all are back at your dorm, stuffed full of pizza as Nobara crashes on the couch. You finished resting the blanket over her and sigh.

“You look tired you should get some sleep.” Yuuji stares at you with his doe eyes. You laugh which makes him blink.

“You know even though you got taller and have muscles now. You still have that same puppy face.” You smile brightly and he blushes.

“Is that a good thing?” He breathily laughs.

“Yea, it is.” You whisper.

You don’t know when, but you guys are in each other's personal space, glancing in each other's eyes. You begin to lean in, but he stops you, almost letting out a whine.

“Fuck. You know I want too so bad but your drunk.” He caresses your face, his thumb gliding along your bottom lip. He licks his lips but huffs, placing a peck on your forehead.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, ok?” He goes to grab his stuff.

“With what number?” You smile.

He blinks.

“Right.” He whispers more to himself, walking back towards you and typing in his number.

“Get some sleep okay?” You nod, waving bye as he does the same. What were you two going do with each other.

A week had gone by and neither of you had mentioned what happened on the night of the party.

There was no need to right?

Nothing actually happened.

Yet many people did notice Yuuji seemed to walk around with an even brighter smile on his face.

“Dude who’s got you smiling like that.” One of his friends laugh as Yuuji taps away at his phone texting you.

“Helloooo?”

“Hm? What?” Yuuji blinks staring at his friends.

“You talking to another girl?” He asks.

“Nah she’s just a friend.” Yuuji mutters, texting you again.

“Wait a minute isn’t that the transfer?” One of his friends gazed over his shoulder.

“Hey!” He glared at him.

The guy whistles. “She’s an eye candy. Hey Yuuji let me know if she feels good, wouldn’t mind handling her.” He laughs, his other friends slapping him.

Yuuji clenches his fist. “Don’t even fucking think about it, she wouldn’t go for a guy like you.” Yuuji stands up, storming away.

“So much for just a friend.” They laugh.

Yuuji frowns as he walks away, he decides to give you a call, he knew you’d be able to calm him down.

“Hey! You got any classes right now?” He asks, chewing on his lip. You reply with a no, and he asks if he could stop by.

Knocks on your door get you up and away from the couch.

“Hey! I brought snacks I didn’t know what you wanted so I just grabbed a bunch of stuff—” He stops when he takes in your appearance.

You’re wearing a baggy shirt that covers your sleep shorts, your hair in a messy clip and your bare face looking pretty as ever. He gulps.

“Uh.” He stumbles, he stares at your thighs and then your eyes, realizing what he’s doing he snaps out of it.

You blink, opening the door wider. His ears and neck are flushed when he steps in.

“You can set them on the counter.” You walk over to the couch.

“O-Ok.” He mumbles. He removes his shoes and makes his way to sit next to you on the couch. He’s quieter now and it has you stealing glances at him.

“You good?” You pry, trying to find a tv show to kill time.

“Y-Yea! Mhm.” He chews on his lip. You narrow your eyes at him.

“Spit it out.” You say and he turns towards you.

“What?” He blinks frantically at you. You eye him up and down.

“You’re being weird.” You cross your arms and he’s avoiding your eyes.

“No, I’m—not.” He pouts and you smile. You nod and he huffs like a little kid.

“You’re just really beautiful and you make me nervous and I wanna kiss you.” He blurts out. You both stare at each other with wide eyes.

“Fuck.” He stands up.

“Fuck. I’m sorry. I should go.” Your thoughts are rushing and all bleeding into one.

“Yuuji.” You say before he can actually leave. He freezes his back still facing you.

“Come back over here.” He turns around, head hung low as he sits next to you. You sigh and he winces.

“Look. I don’t mind kissing you. I mean I’ve already done it once. But we have to have a serious talk about this, okay?” He stares at you and nods his head.

“Of course.” He smiles and you roll your eyes, smiling as well.

As the tv plays in the background, you scoot towards him. You rest your legs over his lap. Yuuji gulps, letting out a gasp of air. His hand hesitantly rests on your thigh as yours rest on his neck. He’s hot to the touch, making you smile.

“I didn’t know I had such an effect on you.” You giggle and he groans.

“Be quiet—” He lets out a surprised noise when your lips smash against his own. His eyes immediately fall shut and his lips move along with yours.

As your tongues dance along with each other, discovering one another’s mouths. His hands are getting desperate, grabbing at your thighs, your ass, anything really. You smirk against his lips and he whines. Shutting him up with another wet kiss.

“Y-You should totally come to my game.” He says in between kisses, completely dumbfounded with the way you kiss him so sweetly.

You were like poison, maybe even a drug and he was hooked. You pull away and he chases your lips, he pouts when you don’t kiss him back.

“Your game?” He nods eagerly.

“It's this Friday. I’d love to see you in the stands. With you in my jersey.” He rubs comforting circles along your thigh.

“With your jersey huh?” He nods again.

“Wouldn’t mind stealing a couple good luck kisses either.” He smiles excitedly. You hum, tapping your finger along his cheek.

“What are we then Yuuji.” You a raise a brow and he sits up, holding you close in his lap.

“Whatever you want us to be.” He kisses your cheek down to your neck.

“Not the right answer.” He pulls away, pouting.

“I’m not gonna be just another girl on your roaster.” You look at him sternly.

“You won’t be! I-I wanna, or I’d like to see where things go with you. I wanna make you mine.”

You blush at his words. You weren’t against it, Yuuji has always been a nice guy all around. He’s kind and caring, maybe even a little for his own good but that’s what you liked most about him. No matter what he always had a good heart and never changed.

“Prove it then. Show me you want me.” You smile and he does too.

"I will. I promise I will." His eyes look so full of light, sincerity swimming in them. You snort, pushing him away by his forehead.

You had to beg Nobara to tag along with you to the game.

"This was not how I wanted to spend my Friday night." She sighs as the gym roars in cheers and chants.

"I heard there's gonna be a party for the teams win." You say as your eyes follow Yuuji.

He played so swiftly, making baskets with ease. You found it funny, he had his own line of fan girls. They'd all fawn over him when he'd lift his shirt showcasing his abs just to wipe off sweat from his forehead.

"They already know they're gonna win?" Nobara snorts.

"Well, I mean they're winning by a lot. It's forty to sixteen." You both look at the scoreboard and wince.

"Yikes, yea there's no coming back from that."

It's halftime and Yuuji comes running to the bleachers. Nobara shoos you away and you playfully roll your eyes.

"Hey." He says breathlessly. You hand him his waterbottle and a towel, helping him wipe down all the sweat.

"Hi." You laugh and he smiles happily. You swear you can see a tail wagging behind him.

"You see all those baskets I made? They were all for you." He winks, waiting for your praise.

"Really? I didn't know with the way you'd point and wink at me." You laugh and he pouts.

"Was that lame?" He genuinely ponders.

"You're such a dork. It's cute." You smile and he laughs.

He pushes a strand of your hair behind your ear, pulling you into a kiss. It was supposed to be one, but he couldn't help himself, so he continuously kissed you.

"Yuuji." You mumble his name, and he sighs.

"Sorry, sorry. I can't help it." He caresses your face and you both smile.

For the rest of the half time, you guys are chatting up, when a girl sits next to Nobara.

"Are they dating?" Nobara side eyes the girl and continues to scroll on her phone.

"I haven't seen him in a while I didn't think he'd move on fast; he looks good." Nobara quirks a brow and finally decides to turn and see who was talking.

Her eyes widen.

"Yuko." She mumbles under her breath.

"Long time no see yea?" She smirks, her eyes running over your form.

"Why're you here?" Nobara grunts, a vein almost appearing on her forehead.

"Heard there was gonna be a party? Am I not welcome?" She pouts and Nobara rolls her eyes.

"No. You're not." She glares at her.

"You pain me, we were so close."

Nobara is growing hotter by the minute.

"Yea until you decided to cheat on Yuuji. Just get out of here and for the record he's moved on since you're apparently blind."

Yuko laughs, getting up. "We'll see about that." She whispers to herself.

Nobara clicks her tongue, watching as she recedes.

"What the fuck is she planning."

Yuuji had scored the winning point, well they were already winning but the last shot to seal the deal.

He doesn't even let his teammates cheer him on, he's running straight towards you. Kissing you with passion as he picks you up in his arms.

"I told you I'd win for you, I'm gonna shower real quick then we can head to the party."

Nobara had let you know she was going to go back to the dorm to get ready, so you waited by the locker room. A guy walks out with nothing, but a towel tied to him. You quickly look away and the guy laughs.

"Yuuji's in there, go say hi." You ignore him and Yuuji comes out at the exact same time. He scowls at the guy.

“Leave her alone.” He smiles right when sees you, his hand slips into the back pocket of your pants.

“Party time!” He cheers and you laugh.

When you guys arrive at the party he’s swept away (against his will) by his teammates. They wanted to celebrate since he shot the last winning basket. You immediately found Nobara and stook with her and Maki.

“So are you guys like dating?” Maki questions as she sips on her drink.

“Mm no, we’re talking. Things are going good so far, he’s always been sweet.” You smile, taking a sip of your drink but wincing at the taste. It was strong.

“Always?” She questions.

“Me and Yuuji go way back. We were next door neighbors.” Maki laughs but she meant well.

“That’s kinda cute.” Nobara laughs since Maki isn’t really one to call things cute.

Her smile fades when she sees who walks in through the doors. Yuko Ozawa. You don’t notice since you're chatting with Maki. But of course, the world hates Nobara and she walks right up to you guys.

“Hi you guys.” She’s smiles brightly. Such a gorgeous smile for such a two-faced person.

Maki glares at her.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” Nobara sighs and you look at her in confusion, only to find her already staring at you.

“Wow, you’re beautiful. I’d fall for you if I was Yuuji too.” She smirks and you tilt your head.

“You know…Yuuji?” You say hesitantly.

Listening to a girl about Yuuji’s experiences with him was not on your bucket list tonight.

“I’m his ex-girlfriend.” She holds out your hand and you stare at her as if she has two heads. She laughs as she puts her hand down.

“Why’re you still here?” Nobara narrows her eyes.

“I’m having such a fun time talking to…what’s your name?” You blink at her.

“Ugh whatever, you guys are boring.” She says as she steals your drink, chugs it, and walks away.

“She’s the one who broke Yuuji’s heart.” Nobara rubs her eyelids.

“That was a year ago though, he’s way happier now.” You hum lost in thought.

Speak of the devil, Yuuji comes stumbling towards you all.

“Pretty girl!” He throws his arms up, crushing you in a hug. He reeked of alcohol.

“Has Nobara been nice to you?” He smiles, leaning down to peck your lips.

“I’m always nice to her.” She scoffs and Yuuji laughs.

“Liar.” Nobara flips him off and he turns back to you.

“Are you having fun?” He carresses your cheek and you nod, your eyes distant.

“Good, I’m glad.” He leans down and kisses you again.

“I’m gonna use the restroom, can I sleep over?” He smiles charmingly and Nobara gags.

“Ew! No! I don’t wanna come back to you two fucking.” You blush and so does Yuuji.

“I-I’m just tired! I wanna sleep with her. W-Wait! Not like that! I mean—”

You peck his cheek.

“It’s fine, go pee and we’ll leave.” He hums at your words, kissing you with an exaggerated mwah and leaves.

As Yuuji walks to the restroom his heart soars. It honestly all feels like a dream to him. The both of you meeting once again and now he’s been given the chance to make you his. He has a dopey smile the whole time he’s in the restroom and out of it.

However, he hears a voice, one that he isn’t fond of like he used to be.

“Hey Yuu’.” He freezes in his tracks. His stomach drops and he turns around, his eye twitching.

It’s his ex-girlfriend, the girl he so confidently gave his heart to. Just for her to crush it into a million pieces. His breakup was harsh, he wasn’t himself for a year. He practically promised he’d never get so attached to a girl like that ever again.

Yet of course you came and changed that all for him. He was willing to give love one more chance if he knew it was with you. He gulps and she smiles.

“How’ve you been?” She says so sweetly, her words laced with venom. Yuuji turns around, powerwalking away but she grabs him.

“Yuu!” She weeps and Yuuji shuts his eyes closed.

“Listen to me please?” She stares up at him.

They’re glimmering but Yuuji knows they’re now dripping with malice intent. His breaths are short and uneven, he feels trapped within her grasp. Like a snake closing in on its prey.

“You know I never meant for any of this to happen. I wanted it to be you. I wanted us to work so bad.” Her lip jutters.

He places his hands on her shoulders to make space, staring at her with his aching eyes.

“Yuuji?” The both of them turn at the end of the hallway.

There you stand, with a confused look on your face, as the party lights flicker behind you. Yuko turns towards Yuuji, shoving her head in his neck and her hands gently on his head.

You sigh, turning around and leaving the scene. Leaving Yuuji to comprehend how bad this looks.

“You know me Yuuji, you’re the only one who knows me.” She caresses his face, and he breaks free from her grasp. His eyes are teary, and he runs a hand down his face.

“Don’t ever come back. Ever.” He runs a hand through his hair, leaving to go chase after you.

She grunts as he walks away, letting herself be consumed by the regret and guilt of her actions.

It seems Yuuji had forgotten about his car because he’s running all the way back to your apartment. It’s not like he could drive either way, he was intoxicated but that whole ordeal had really slapped some sense into him.

He’s panting in front of your door, frantically knocking. Nobara swings open the door with an unpleasant look.

“Oh, thank god, Nobara can I see—” She’s about to slam the door but Yuuji is quicker, holding out his hand.

“Please, I need to see her.”

Nobara grunts trying to push back but Yuuji is stronger. He makes it into the apartment and he's powerwalking to your room.

“Leave her alone!” She punches him and he winces. Since when did she know how to throw a good punch?

“C-Can we please talk.” He begs kneeling at your door and you huff from behind it. You crack open the door and Nobara gives you a look and you nod.

“I’m going with Maki.” She rolls her eyes.

The door closes and it’s only your small lamp that illuminates your faces. Yuuji is chewing at his lips, looking around your room. His jersey rested on your chair and you're in your pajamas.

“Say what you wanna say Yuuji.” You kick your feet, not glancing at him.

“It’s not what it looked like, I swear.” He pouts, your bed dipping when he sits next to you.

You pull yourself into a ball and he gets Deja vu. The first time he was in your room when you were both kids.

“Look Yuuji, if you’re not over her. I’m not gonna be your rebound.” You mumble against your knees. Yuuji swings towards you.

“No! No, you could never be. It's just, she caught me off guard. I didn’t think I’d see her again and just seeing her brought up all of the terrible feelings.” He looks at his lap, you glance at him and he’s messing with his hands.

“Exactly. If you’re not healed then—”

“It’s not that. I just really thought I’d never see her again. I told her to never come back. It’s like she always comes back when life is starting to genuinely feel good again you know?” He glances at you.

He moves your hair so he could see your face clearly, it’s a habit he’s grown to like.

“I don’t wanna dwell on her anymore, I’m over that and over her. I wanna be with you, only you.” He sighs.

You sigh as well, rubbing your eyes.

“I’m really tired Yuuji.” He nods.

“Shit you’re right I’m sorry.” He moves to stand up but you grab his hand.

“Stay.” You mumble and he blushes.

He takes off his shirt and his pants and shoes and you stare at him wide eyed. He halts and blinks at you.

“Um, I sleep like this. Let me put my—”

“Just get in bed Yuuji.”

“Right.” He shuts up.

He slips under your covers and at first, it’s a little awkward but then you rest yourself on his chest and his breath hitches. He’s frozen still and you smile.

“Your heart is beating really fast.” You drowsily say and he laughs lightly.

“S-Sorry.” He rests a hand behind his head and his other on your hip. He rubs soothing circles on your skin until he hears your soft breaths against his skin.

He smiles at your face, slowly and softly tracing your features. "I'd never hurt you. I promise." He whispers in your hair.

When you wake up, your flushed against Yuuji’s sturdy chest, his big arms wrapped around you securely. You move to turn around but he nuzzles his face into your hair.

“Mmm, five more minutes.” He grumbles, holding you tighter. You smile but of course all good things come to an end.

Nobara bursts through the door.

“Morning love birds!” She yells ripping open the curtains. You both groan and Yuuji pulls the covers over you both.

“Don’t wanna get up.” He mumbles and you smile.

“Let’s just stay in bed. Don’t wanna leave you.” He has you wrapped in his arms and legs like a koala.

Nobara scoffs, ripping the sheets off you both. Yuuji glares at her and the sun that shining bright down on him.

“Ugh, Nobara get out!” He whines and she grunts.

“This is my apartment! Go to yours!” He sucks his teeth, sitting up. He quickly holds his head.

“Shit, my head.” Your hand scratches his back and he lets out a gasp.

“You okay?” You mumble.

He turns to you and stares. Your hair is everywhere but you look so pretty. Your face is puffy but it makes your cheeks look bigger. He immediately smiles.

“God you’re so cute.” He leans down, prepping kisses on your face. You giggle and he wraps his arms around you.

Nobara sets a pill on your nightstand.

“Here, for your hangover. Im gonna go out to eat with everyone so if you wanna come get dressed.”

At the mention of food, Yuuji abruptly stands up. He wobbles a bit but downs the pill and starts putting on his pants.

“Let’s go eat yea? I’m hungry.” You nod and the three of you all leave.

After the talk you and Yuuji had you could feel your guys relationship was way stronger now. You were happy he was able to trust you with his feelings. That he was able to be vulnerable with you.

Today was the day, Yuuji was gonna pop the question finally. Time with you felt like years, even though it had only been a couple months. Yet Yuuji knew there was no reason to wait. He was sure about you the first night he promised you.

With a little help from Nobara and Megumi, they helped him set up a cute picnic. Your favorite flowers, favorite food, snacks. It was honestly a pretty view.

He has your eyes covered when he leads you to your small area. You gush over the scenery and he’s head over heels for your reaction.

“This is so cute Yuuji, I love it.” You shyly smile. He holds your hand gently as you both sit down.

“Not gonna lie Nobara and Megumi helped me a lot.” He laughs, rubbing his neck.

You peck his cheek and he gushes. Holding your face and he pecks you all over your face. He moves to lay down but stops.

“Oh! I-I almost forgot.” He sits up and pulls a box out of his pocket.

He seems nervous when he’s holding it, chewing at his lip. When he’s about to open it he drops it, scrambling to pick it up. You giggle and he flushes.

He pops it open and it’s an anklet with a Y, a small jewel heart next to it.

“Can I be your boyfriend?” He isn’t looking at you, his eyes are pointed at the ground and butterfly’s are flying in your stomach. Your hand reaches his cheek, making his eyes meet yours.

“Of course Yuuji.” You pull him in for a kiss and he places the box down again, deepening the kiss.

It’s a normal kiss but it’s long and sensual. All of your guys kisses were like this. Never rushed and quick. They’re meaningful and soft. Nothing has changed since the first time you guys kissed.

Your hands are on his chest and his are rested on your waist. When you both pull away, he gently rests your legs on his lap. He massages your calf as he clasps the anklet on your ankle.

“We’re matching!” He says as he pulls out a necklace that was hiding under his shirt. It’s your initial with a heart jewel next to it as well.

“You’re to cute.” You smile, pulling him into yet another kiss.

He gets lost in the kiss and with the way you kiss him. His hand is rubbing slowly on your thigh as you place your hand right below his jaw. He lets out a hum smiling into the kiss and pulling you closer till you’re on his lap. Your arms wrap around his neck and he sighs.

This is exactly where he wanted to be. In your arms and with your lips on his. Your makeout session goes on for quite awhile until the both of you pull away with puffy lips. Your lipgloss now all over his mouth.

“You practically ate my mouth.” You say as you help pack up the things. He gulps and laughs.

“I—can’t control myself around you.” He scratches at his cheek and he waits for you to grab the last of his things.

“I can’t either.” You say, pecking his cheek and walking to his car.

As Yuuji drives he lets you have aux and his thumb rubs at your thigh.

He’s so warm and your mind begins to trail off. Absentmindedly your thighs close and he looks at you.

“Sorry. Is that too far..?” He bites his lip but you shake your head.

“N-No! I’m just —thinking.” You nod and he smiles, giving your thigh a tight squeeze.

“Do you wanna come to my apartment?” He suggests and you hum.

When you both arrive, he sighs.

“Man I’m tired.” He pouts, resting on his couch and gestures for you to join him.

“All we did was makeout and you’re tired?” You laugh and his pout deepens.

“Hey! That takes a lot out of me y’know.” You snort.

“How?”

He’s about to answer but pauses then his face grows red.

“What?” You blink and he shakes his head.

“S’nothing.” He turns to turn on the tv and you narrow your eyes, scooting closer to him.

“Tell me.” You pry and he shakes his head. You peck his jaw and he swallows hard.

“Come on Yuuji, tell me.” You say with a little more whine in your tone.

“It’s just—I have to hold myself back.” He taps at his legs.

“How come?” You’re peppering kisses on his neck, his skin hot against your lips. He’s gonna go fucking insane.

“Because, well.” He stops himself again, standing up.

“It’s hot in here huh?” He awkwardly laughs and you giggle.

“It is, can I borrow some clothes?” You stand in front of him.

“Of course.” He smiles, grabbing your hand and leading him to your room.

perfect.

It was no secret, you knew Yuuji wanted to fuck you. No matter how slick he thought he was with his glances, you’ve noticed.

You didn’t mind giving him that extra push.

You sit on his bed as he rummages through his drawer. He turns around with a shirt and boxers in his hand.

“Here you can wear this.”

He places it on his bed. He takes off his shirt and you’re blessed with his toned back and arms. You stand up, undressing yourself as well.

“I’m gonna go—Oh.” He stops when he sees you’re in nothing but you're under garments.

He blushes quickly and covers his eyes.

"You should've told me you were gonna change in here!" He stammers, keeping his eyes covered.

You snicker and move close to him, taking his hands away from his face. His eyes are wide, raking over your form. He was always nervous around you and you loved it. You loved the effect you had on him.

"You're tired of holding back, aren't you?" You place his hands on your waist and he's huffing.

His hands are buzzing. Actually, his whole body is, all the blood rushing to his cock.

"You don't have to hold yourself back Yuuji." You slowly push him to sit down on his bed.

He looks up at you as you stand in front of him. Your small hands scratching the back of his head. His hands splay across the small of your back.

"A-Are you sure? I don't want you think we're rushing this." He's internally fighting his desires.

"If you're okay with it, then I'm ok with it." You peck his lips.

"Ok then." He whispers, letting his lips connect with yours.

He pulls you to sit on top of him. He's nothing but gentle with you, every one of his moves is careful, treating you like a porcelain doll.

He places pecks on your neck leading down to your collarbone. He nips at your skin, and you whine.

"Y-Yuuji." He continues to kiss your skin, his hands rubbing slowly against your ass.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful." He stutters in his movements.

His hands move to your bra straps, lightly sliding them off your shoulders.

"Is this ok?" He whispers along your ear and you nod.

His words and softness making you lightheaded. He unclasps your bra and let's it fall to the floor. One hand rests on your hip as he cups your breast with the other. He takes his time, licking and suck on your nipple.

Your moans filling his ears and only egging him on. You move your hips against his hard on. He groans with your breast still in his mouth, moving to the next one. He's stimulating you to good and he hadn't even touched you where you wanted him most.

"Yuuji please." You squeal and he smiles.

"Sorry, just wanna savor this as much as I can." He swiftly stands up with you in his arms, turning around and placing you on his bed.

He pulls back a bit to take you in. Your hair splayed out on his bed. Your eyes lidded and you're breathless with a cute flush on your face.

"S-Stop staring." You get shy, averting your eyes. He laughs, resting his elbows next to each side of your head.

"You're breathtaking you know that."

You blush and his necklace taps your chin. He leads kisses down your stomach, stopping right at your panties. He grabs your thighs, placing them on his shoulders. He places and leaves marks on your inner thighs.

You bite your lip, your hand moving into his hair. He licks your slit with through your panties . You moan loudly, pulling at his hair.

"Don't tease." You draw out and he slides your panties off.

"Fuck baby, you're dripping." He's drooling at the sight. His tongue flats out against your cunt and you gasp.

He doesn't waste a second, lapping at your juices and sucking your clit. He was a good kisser, of course he'd be good at eating you out.

He inserts his tongue in your hole, his nose rubbing your clit in the best way. You're squirming under him, a sob leaving you.

"S'good Yuuji." You moaning his name has him rutting against his mattress. He groans, the vibrations sending shivers down your body.

"I'm so close, keep going." You gasp out, your hands in his hair getting desperate.

You're practically shoving his face in your cunt and grinding yourself on his face. He could care less though, he had to keep repeating to himself not to come as you used his mouth. Your moans become louder and more frequent.

"Cum beautiful, let me taste you." His words muffled.

With a moan of his name, your back arches as he tongue fucks you through your high. You seep into his covers, your legs shaking and your breathless. He sucks the rest of your juices and he stands up, kicking his boxers off. He licks his lips and you whine at the sight. Only then do you look down at his cock. He's girthy and lenghty, a vein running down it.

"Y-You're big. I don't know if you'll fit." You look up at him however he smiles.

"Why do you think I prepped you, I'll go slow I promise." You nod and he kisses your cheek. He teasingly slides his dick against your slit, letting his member get covered with your slick.

"I'm gonna put it in okay?" You nod and he starts pushing his tip inside you. You throw your head back, moaning. You felt like you were getting split in half. He chews his lip, peppering kisses on your face.

"I know, I know baby. Just calm down." He feels terrible for hurting you that he just wanted to pull out.

"Do you want me to pull out? We don't have to do this." He pecks your lips but you shake your head.

"K-Keep going." You moan out so he does. The squelch that comes with him bottoming out has you both moaning.

"L-Let me know when to go okay?" You take a few deep breaths and you give him the green light.

His thrust are slow but you swear you feel him your stomach. With every thrust your sobbing. Guttural moans leaving the both of you.

"Oh f-fuck." Yuuji groans, throwing his head back. He grabs your legs resting them on his shoulder.

"I'm gonna go faster ok?" He groans and you moan back.

Before folding you in half he kisses your ankle, grinning at the anklet he gave you. He immediately sets a fast pace, abusing your cunt. Your moans fill the room, he was surely gonna get a complaint. He's deeper and deeper everytime his hips snap against yours. There's fat tears falling down your cheeks as he fucks you into the mattress.

"You're taking me so good." He moans out, his hips stuttering when you clench around him.

"Fuckkk, you're milking me baby, s-stop clencing I'm gonna cum." He huffs out, he wasn't going to hold out for long so he licks his fingers and starts rubbing at your clit.

"Yuuji!" You scream, your juices shooting out on his cock. Your ears are buzzing and your mind has gone to mush. Your body convulses as Yuuji finishes inside you.

"S-Shit." He breathes out, he drops your legs from his shoulders, doing his best to not put his weight on you.

"We made a mess." He laughs out, still out of breath. You laugh along with him, wincing when he pulls out.

"I'm gonna grab a towel." He pecks your lips.

You rest your arm on top of your eyes as you catch your breath. You jump when he wipes your cunt and thighs.

"Sorry. Did I hurt you?" He wipes more gently, and you hum a no.

"You didn't hurt me. I think that was the best orgasm I've ever had." He chuckles.

"I should've put a towel. I didn't think you were gonna squirt." He blurts out and you slap your hands on your face.

"Yuuji!" You whine.

"My bad! It's nothing to be embarrassed about! It was my first time being squirted on."

You whine again, shoving your face in his pillow. He lays down next to you, pulling you against him.

"Hey, don't be shy. I loved it." He kisses your shoulder, nuzzling his face in your hair.

"Yea but you didn't have to say it like that." You pout and he laughs, making your stomach flutter. You turn around and he smiles when you do but he perks up.

"Did you want a shirt? I can grab it real quick." You shake your head, scooting closer to him.

"No I just wanna cuddle with you." You shove your face under his chin and he smiles.

"I got so lucky." He says out loud.

"Do you think it was fate?" He rambles as he run his hands through your hair.

"Us?" You question and he hums.

"I mean, I like to think it was." He whispers. You smile, gushing at how cute he was.

"You do?"

"Yea, I'm really happy. You're like my angel." You pout at his words.

"You're so sweet Yuuji." You wrap your arms around his neck, and he smiles.

"You know what's funny." He says, placing a peck on your forehead.

"Hm?"

"It all started with a kiss."

You smile as you move to stare in his eyes. You kiss him, pulling away until your noses touched.

"Yea, it did."

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HEESEUNG

• hesitates at first, but then walks over quietly.

• softly calls out your name, making sure not to startle you.

• wrapping you in his arms before talking to you in a soft tone.

• tries to comfort you without asking too many questions, offering his presence more than words.

• will lightly touch your hand or shoulder, his way of showing support without overwhelming you.

• offers to stay with you until you’re ready to talk or calm down, never rushing you. ── ࣪˖ OTHER MEMBERS BELOW

JAY

• immediately notices something’s wrong but doesn’t react dramatically.

• takes a moment to assess the situation before speaking, using a calm and steady voice.

• stands nearby, giving you space but staying close enough to show he’s there if you need him.

“You don’t have to say anything if you’re not ready, but I’m here.”

• gently rubbs your back while looking at you with a reassuring expression.

• might cross his arms or lean against something, a practical gesture showing he’s here for the long haul.

• will check in later, making sure you’re really okay after some time has passed.

JAKE

• his expression immediately softens when he sees you upset.

• says something light-hearted or casual at first, trying to brighten the mood but not too pushy.

• quickly finds a way to sit next to you, offering physical comfort, like a light pat on the back or shoulder.

“Want to go for a walk? Fresh air might help.”

• offers distractions like talking about his dogs or other things you both like.

• encourages you to open up in your own time but doesn’t press if you stay quiet.

SUNGHOON

• pauses when he sees you crying, unsure of what to do at first.

• approaches quietly, not saying much at the beginning, just sitting nearby.

“I don’t really know what to say, but...I’m here.”

• tries to make you feel less pressured, letting you have space to process your feelings without interference.

• will stay with you, even if it’s just sitting in silence for a while.

• when you’re ready to talk, he’ll listen carefully, but won’t push you to share more than you want.

SUNOO

• notices immediately and says something like, “Hey, what’s going on?” in a soft, concerned tone.

• takes a proactive approach, grabbing something comforting (like hot chocolate or tissues) without asking.

“You don’t have to hide it, you know. I’m here for you.”

• tries to bring light to the situation, but knows when to back off if you’re not in the mood for humor.

• gently reassures you that it’s okay to feel this way, offering words of comfort and a hug if you’re okay with it.

• will stay close by until you’re ready to feel better, offering warm, nurturing energy.

JUNGWON

• notices you’re upset and quietly approaches, sitting next to you without making a big scene.

• stays silent at first, giving you time to compose yourself before speaking, but already offering physical comfort (like gentle pats on your head or back)

“You don’t have to explain, but if you want to, I can listen.”

• his calm presence helps you feel grounded, and he’ll wait until you’re ready to talk.

• offers practical comfort, like breathing exercises or suggesting a short walk to clear your head.

• always patient, waiting for you to lead the conversation and assuring you that everything will be okay, step by step.

NI-KI

• freezes when he sees you crying, unsure of how to approach at first.

• might awkwardly clear his throat before quietly asking, “Uh...are you okay?”

• keeps a bit of distance at first, not wanting to make you uncomfortable, but watches you closely.

• tries to figure out if you need space or comfort, staying silent until you give him a cue.

“I’m not really sure what to do, but I want to help.”

• might suggest doing something fun together to lift your spirits, like playing a game or watching a funny video.

• offers his company in a subtle way, staying with you even if he’s not sure what to say, just so you don’t feel alone.

[kiwriteswords]

HI! May I ask for the drabble prompts: Getting engaged/married?!?! Pretty please? 💜

Hi!! Thank you!!! Hope you enjoy this short drabble!

Drabble Prompts | Other Writing | Ao3

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader!

Word Count: 1.6k

Rating: Everyone

TW: engagement, fluff

If every word I said, could make you laugh, I'd talk forever

It wasn’t anything grand. There were no rose petals scattered along the floor, no candlelit dinners at fancy restaurants, and no elaborate speeches rehearsed for weeks. No big romantic gestures that screamed, “Look at us!” No beaches or fancy trips. Aaron had never been one for theatrics, and he knew you weren’t either. Instead, the moment was quiet, simple, and intimate—reflective of the way your relationship had always been.

Aaron understood you better than anyone, knew that your heart didn’t crave the extravagant or the public display. You weren’t someone who wanted a grand proposal in front of a crowd, with cameras snapping and strangers cheering. You didn’t need the sweeping, cinematic gesture that so many people longed for. All you wanted was a moment that belonged solely to the two of you. And Aaron, ever thoughtful, ever in tune with you, had made sure that’s exactly what you got.

The world around you could have been completely still for all you cared. Wrapped in the familiar comfort of your living room, there was no need for anything more than what already existed between you. The dim glow from the lamp in the corner illuminated the room, casting soft shadows along the walls as you sat side by side on the couch. Your favorite blanket was draped over both of you, its warmth only adding to the quiet intimacy of the night. There were no expectations here, no pressure to perform or impress—just the pure, unfiltered connection between you and Aaron.

You didn’t need rose petals when you had the security of his arms around you every night. You didn’t need the formality of a planned-out dinner when the simplest meals shared between you had always held more meaning. No beach or vacation getaway was necessary because life was not something you needed to escape or take a break from with him. And you certainly didn’t need flashy rings or choreographed declarations when Aaron’s love had always spoken for itself, in every look, every touch, every quiet reassurance.

That’s why this moment, the one without the bells and whistles, was perfect. It was yours.

Aaron knew this wasn’t just any proposal—it was a reflection of who you were as individuals and as partners. It was a testament to how your love had grown, grounded in authenticity, built on trust, and shared through the smallest of gestures. It wasn’t meant to be a spectacle, but rather a quiet promise, a forever that didn’t need to be shouted, just softly spoken.

Aaron was certain this was what you would want too. If you were the grand gesture type, he would have put on a show for the world to see. But over the time spent together, he listened in and carefully asked without showing too much of his hand and plans. He still wanted it to be a surprise, afterall.

In this simplicity, there was a beauty that no grand gesture could ever match. Because the love between you didn’t need to be proven with fireworks or over-the-top declarations. It had already been proven, time and time again, in the everyday moments, the ones that truly mattered.

The two of you were sitting on the couch, your legs draped over his lap while a blanket cocooned you both from the chill of the evening. The TV flickered in the background, a rerun of some show you weren’t really paying attention to, too engrossed in the peaceful moment of just being. Aaron’s fingers traced absentminded circles on your ankle, a habit he’d picked up when you’d first told him it helped calm your nerves.

"I’ve been thinking," he started, his voice cutting through the comfortable silence.

You tilted your head to look at him, your eyebrows quirking up with curiosity. "About?"

Aaron smiled that soft, small smile—the one that always made your heart flip because it was reserved for these moments, the ones where it was just the two of you. No cases, no danger, no need to keep his guard up.

"About forever."

His words hung in the air for a second, and your heart skipped a beat. The way he looked at you right then, like you were the most important thing in his world, left no room for doubt.

Before you could respond, Aaron shifted, reaching into his pocket. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw the small velvet box in his hand. He didn’t drop to one knee, didn’t make some rehearsed speech. He just opened it and held it out to you, eyes full of love and certainty.

Oftentimes, when you would imagine this moment happening to you—from as early on as childhood, you thought you might feel a deep pit in your stomach. A sense of panic…uneasiness. But those feelings you could have bet money on years before Aaron being there, were nowhere to be found.

"Will you marry me?"

It wasn’t a question filled with uncertainty, but a promise. You knew Aaron didn’t ask unless he meant it with his whole heart. He wasn’t perfect, but neither were you. Together, though, you’d become something that was.

Your hand trembled as you reached for his, your fingers sliding over his before you nodded, barely able to get the words out through the lump in your throat.

"Yes."

He slipped the ring onto your finger, and you swore you saw his eyes glisten, just for a second, before he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss wasn’t hurried or passionate—it was gentle, steady, the way you imagined a lifetime with Aaron would be.

"Thank you," he whispered against your lips, the words barely audible, as if they were meant to be spoken only in the sacred space between you. His breath was warm against your skin, and as he spoke, you could feel the weight of everything unspoken in those two simple words.

Aaron wasn’t the kind of man to voice his feelings often. He didn’t need to—his actions had always done the talking. From the way he protected you, to the way he made sure you were safe and loved in the quietest ways possible, his love was always there, constant and unwavering. But in this moment, with his lips still brushing against yours, he let his guard down just a little more.

He pulled back, but only just enough so that his forehead rested against yours. It was an intimate gesture, a connection more profound than any words could convey. You could feel his breath mix with yours, his closeness grounding you in a way that nothing else could. This wasn’t just about the proposal—it was about everything that had led up to this point: all the shared moments, the silent battles fought, the laughter, the tears, the love that had slowly, but surely, become the bedrock of your lives.

The warmth of his skin against yours, the soft weight of his forehead pressed gently to yours, spoke volumes. It was as if, in that small act, he was telling you everything he had yet to say: how much you meant to him, how you had brought light into his life in ways he never expected after all the darkness he had seen.

You closed your eyes, savoring the moment, feeling the unspoken emotions swirling in the space between you. "Thank you" wasn’t just gratitude for your answer, for agreeing to spend forever with him. It was deeper than that. He was thanking you for being—for being patient with him, for loving him despite his flaws and the baggage he carried. He was thanking you for bringing joy back into his life, for making him believe in the possibility of happiness again after everything he had endured.

Aaron wasn’t one to easily let others in, not after the pain he’d experienced, not after losing so much. But with you, it had been different. You had quietly slipped into his life, not demanding anything, just offering yourself, your love, your understanding. And now, in this intimate, quiet moment, he was thanking you for all of it—for giving him hope again, for making him believe that there could still be good things waiting for him in the future.

Your hands found his, fingers lacing together, and in that stillness, in the closeness of your foreheads pressed together, you both knew this was it—not just the engagement, not just the promise of marriage, but the deeper promise of always being there for each other, of being a safe harbor in the storms of life, of forever, in the quietest, most meaningful way.

"Thank you," he had said, but what he truly meant was, Thank you for showing me love again.

"For what?" you asked, your voice a bit shaky from the overwhelming emotions. You felt as if you should be thanking him. Thanking him for all he had shown you. Thanking him for loving you so both tenderly and fiercely.

Over your time with Aaron, you knew the idea of marriage could be a touchy subject…one you were okay with never crossing, never moving forward with. You knew everything that happened with him and Hailey. You were okay with not disrupting that side of him that could equate marriage with pain. Yet here you both were, more certain and more comfortable with the idea than ever.

"For making me believe in forever again."

And just like that, in the softest moment, surrounded by nothing but the warmth of his presence and the quiet hum of your love, you found your forever.

Tag List: @zaddyhotch @estragos

[frostdayz]

Dinner surprises

Loki x reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Being away in midgard for a couple of weeks you come back to a Loki surprise.

warnings: None :)

AN: Might be the last loki x reader for a while. Let me know if you guys have any other people you want me to write about!!

my stories never really describe the readers gender so unless stated otherwise all my stories are gn!!

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I stepped through the portal, the familiar golden shimmer fading as my feet touched the smooth floors of Loki’s palace chambers. It felt like I’d been gone forever, even though it had only been a few weeks. Midgard had its charm, but it was nothing compared to the comfort and elegance of Asgard—nothing compared to being with him.

The air was rich with the scent of something delicious. I furrowed my brows, surprised. That wasn’t usual. I made my way down the corridor, following the tantalizing aroma. The closer I got, the more my heart began to race.

Turning the corner, I stopped in my tracks.

There, in the center of the grand dining hall, was the most breathtaking sight I’d ever seen. The room was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, casting flickering shadows against the walls. A long table, covered with the finest silver and goblets of sparkling wine, was adorned with an extravagant spread of dishes—each one looking more delicious than the last. The colors of roasted vegetables, perfectly seasoned meats, and intricate desserts filled the table.

But it wasn’t the food that caught my breath.

It was him. Loki, standing at the end of the table, looking impossibly handsome, as always. He was dressed in a deep green suit that made his eyes stand out even more. His usual mischievous grin was nowhere to be seen; instead, there was something softer in his expression—something that tugged at my heart.

“You did all this?” I asked, my voice coming out as barely a whisper.

Loki walked toward me, his lips curling into a gentle smile. “You’ve been gone far too long, darling. I thought I should make your return memorable.”

I blinked, taking it all in. “This is incredible.”

He reached out, taking my hands in his, the warmth of his touch instantly calming the last remnants of exhaustion from my trip. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” I whispered, leaning into him.

He chuckled softly, pulling me into a tight embrace. “Two weeks without you felt like an eternity.”

I rested my head against his chest, the familiar sound of his heartbeat steady and soothing. “You didn’t have to do all this,” I mumbled, overwhelmed by the effort he had put in.

“Of course, I did,” he replied, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “You deserve nothing less.”

My heart swelled at his words. For all his teasing and trickery, Loki had a way of making me feel like I was the most important person in the universe. And in moments like this, I believed it.

He led me to the table, pulling out a chair for me like a perfect gentleman. I laughed softly, taking a seat. “I don’t know where to start,” I admitted, looking over the food.

“Anywhere you wish,” he said, sitting beside me, his eyes never leaving mine. “This evening is all yours.”

We spent the night eating, laughing, and talking about everything and nothing all at once. The food was divine, but the company—being back with him—was what made it perfect. Every so often, he’d reach across the table, taking my hand in his, his thumb tracing gentle circles against my skin. It was such a simple gesture, but it made my heart flutter every time.

After what felt like hours, the candles burned low, and the night grew quieter. We sat in a comfortable silence, the world outside fading away.

Loki turned to me, his eyes soft and full of warmth. “You know,” he began, his voice low, “no matter where you go, or how long you’re away, you’ll always have a place here—with me.”

I felt a lump form in my throat, emotions welling up as I looked into his eyes. “I know,” I whispered back. “And I’m never leaving for that long again.”

He smiled, leaning closer, his lips brushing softly against mine. The kiss was gentle, slow, full of all the things we didn’t need to say out loud. When we pulled away, he rested his forehead against mine, his hands cupping my face.

“I love you,” I breathed.

“And I love you,” he replied, his voice steady, yet full of that same overwhelming sincerity that made my heart skip a beat every time.

Being with Loki, under the soft glow of the candles, I knew there was nowhere else in all the realms I’d rather be.

[pepi1989]

You’re single handedly saving the Ben Shelton fanfic world 😭 can you write a long (if possible, I love reading long fleshed out stories) story about a hot, summer vacation as a break from the tennis tour? Like on a yacht or in Greece, or maybe even in Florida.

I really like tennisplayer!reader so it’d be nice if both reader and Ben are taking a break together from tour and just lazing about together and being loving and cozy, maybe a bit flirty/suggestive too but nothing smutty. Thank you!

I'm in charge of keeping the Ben Shelton fanfic ship floating lol, please keep requesting things guys i love writing these <3

Sunkissed - Ben Shelton

The summer sun hung lazily in the sky, casting a golden glow over everything it touched. You and Ben had finally stepped off the endless grind of the tennis tour, a much-needed break from the constant travel and matches. Now, instead of the whir of tennis balls and the thwack of rackets, there was only the sound of gentle waves lapping against the side of the yacht.

Ben leaned against the railing, the breeze tousling his curls as he turned to you with a smile that had you weak in the knees. “I still can’t believe we’re actually doing this.”

You laughed, settling beside him. “No tennis rackets, no early training, just us.”

The yacht rocked softly beneath your feet as the horizon stretched out, endless and blue. You let out a content sigh, already feeling your body ease into the relaxation you hadn’t felt in months. Ben wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer, his warmth like the sun itself.

“We earned this,” he said, his voice low and sweet. “A whole summer of nothing but… this.”

“This,” you repeated with a grin, tipping your head back to soak in the sunshine. “And maybe a few more kisses?”

He chuckled, tilting your face toward his, lips brushing softly against yours. “I think that can be arranged.”

The day unfolded lazily, just like that. A delicious kind of nothingness, your bodies intertwined on sunbeds, laughter floating into the air as the boat drifted along the coast. It was Greece, of course. The white-washed buildings gleamed in the distance, and the scent of salty air mixed with the sweetness of fruit that you both snacked on between light conversation.

“Do you think anyone misses us yet?” Ben asked, lying beside you, hand lazily tracing patterns on your arm.

“Definitely,” you teased, leaning into his touch. “But they’ll survive. We deserve to just be.”

You lay in comfortable silence, his fingers brushing your skin every so often, and you felt like you could melt right into him, into the sun, into the moment. Nothing else mattered. Not the next tournament, not the next match. Just him and this stolen time.

After a while, Ben shifted beside you, sitting up and holding out a hand. “Wanna take a dip? The water’s perfect.”

You took his hand with a playful grin. “Race you to the water?”

Ben’s competitive spark lit up instantly, his smile widening. “You sure about that? I don’t want you to get embarrassed.”

“Oh, you’re on, Shelton.”

Laughing, you both scrambled to the edge of the yacht, diving into the crystal-clear water at the same time. The cool sea wrapped around you, a perfect contrast to the heat above. When you resurfaced, Ben was floating on his back, eyes closed with that peaceful expression you loved so much.

You splashed him lightly, and he cracked one eye open. “Hey! What was that for?”

“Felt like you were getting a little too relaxed,” you teased, swimming closer until you were practically nose to nose. “Can’t let you get too comfortable now.”

He chuckled, pulling you toward him until your legs tangled under the water. “You’re the one who said no tennis, no competition. Are you trying to break your own rule?”

You smirked, wrapping your arms around his neck, your forehead resting against his. “Maybe.”

Ben’s eyes softened as he gazed at you, the moment shifting from playful to something deeper, warmer. “You know,” he murmured, “I’ve been thinking a lot lately, and I really don’t know how I got so lucky with you.”

Your heart skipped a beat as the sincerity in his voice sank in. “Oh, I don’t know,” you replied, brushing your fingers through his wet curls. “Maybe because you’re a decent guy? Some might even say charming.”

He smiled, that boyish grin that always made your stomach flutter. “Only some?”

“Well, maybe more than some,” you admitted, cheeks flushing under his gaze.

Ben pulled you closer, his lips brushing yours softly again. “I love you,” he whispered, voice barely louder than the sound of the waves lapping against the boat.

Your breath hitched, and you felt your chest fill with warmth. “I love you, too.”

The kiss that followed was slow, gentle, but filled with a thousand unspoken promises. When you finally pulled apart, both of you were grinning like lovesick teenagers, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how perfect everything felt.

“Let’s stay here forever,” you said, half-joking, half-serious.

Ben pressed his forehead to yours again. “I’d love nothing more.”

Back on the yacht, as the afternoon sun started to dip lower, casting everything in shades of gold and pink, you and Ben sprawled out on the deck, wrapped in towels, hair still damp from the swim. He fed you slices of watermelon between light conversation, both of you too blissed out to worry about anything beyond this moment.

“You ever think about what’s next?” you asked quietly, eyes on the horizon.

Ben’s hand found yours, fingers intertwining. “Sometimes. But not right now. Right now, I’m thinking about how lucky I am to be here with you. To have someone who gets it, who gets me.”

You squeezed his hand, feeling that familiar tug in your chest again. “We make a pretty good team, huh?”

“The best,” he agreed, bringing your hand to his lips for a quick kiss. “You’re everything I didn’t know I needed.”

The evening unfolded in the same relaxed rhythm. As the sky darkened, you moved to the yacht’s upper deck, where the stars began to blink into view, one by one. Ben wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as the two of you looked up at the night sky.

“I could get used to this,” you said, voice soft.

“Me too,” he replied, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Let’s never leave.”

You laughed, leaning into him. “I think we might need to eventually. But for now, this is perfect.”

Ben tightened his hold on you, his voice low and filled with affection. “For now, it’s just us. No worries, no matches. Just you and me.”

You smiled, closing your eyes and savoring the moment. This was everything. And for as long as it lasted, you were determined to make every second count.

[kinicheous]

kisses with him

ft. xiao, kazuha, kinich

genre/notes: fluff-ish, mildly suggestive (kinich) (let me know if something is missing!)

☁︎ xiao

it feels like a little secret, sitting alone on the rooftop of wangshu inn while bustling and gleeful conversations go wild inside, visitors unaware of you and the company next to you. very close next to you.

your knee brushes against xiao’s, so do your shoulders. in the back of your head you remember the first few times you sat like this, how beat red the adeptus used to be, flustered beyond one’s comprehension. it’s better now, but it’s amusing that you can still find remnants of it — tips of his ears tinted red, eyes darting over your every feature, lips parted from mesmerization as they burn in the want to lock with yours.

xiao’s fingertips merely feather your cheek, but when you lean even closer his palm curls to fully caress its expanse. it brings a smile to your face and for as long as it remains, he allows himself forget the weight of karmic debt, breathing out in what sounds like relief. the final push is the way you place your hand on top of his, the underlying sign of mutual affection urging him to close what’s left of the gap.

it’s a light touch, and xiao is so tender in the way he moves his lips against your own, almost as if he’s afraid the slightest pressure will break you; you’re simply too dear to him, a mortal being out of many, many others that he cherishes more than he’d ever even let himself imagine, and it’s that particular feeling that makes him push just the slightest bit closer.

it’s pure tenderness that the kiss conveys, and xiao knows the taste of it will remain on his lips even after you part. yet, it’s faint, so delicate and fleeting. it’s not enough, not for an adeptus who’s living through loving and being loved for the first time, so it makes you laugh a bit when he’s quick to lean in once again.

☁︎ kazuha

for his nature to be the definition of calm, kazuha must love to make all hell break loose within you.

at this hour, the crux is just about as quiet as the vast sea is tonight. the ship’s deck is empty, even beidou, who’d been up drinking until late, is sleeping soundly and nowhere to be seen. yet, he’s being awfully carefree and comfortable with having you held between himself and the ship’s railing when anyone could come out and see at any moment.

with one hand on the wood, the other is holding your chin in the other. the bandaged fingers of a sword-user feel rough against your skin, though you hardly notice that with how soft his grip is—he’s giving you a clear opportunity to slip away from the risk of being caught, but you can’t bring yourself to do so when kisses feather from the spot below your ear, gradually further up towards the corner of your lips. your stares lock for a moment, and kazuha can’t help but let out a breath of someone utterly lovesick. “don’t give me that look,” he breaks the night silence, “you’re going to drive me insane.”

and just like that, he presses his lips against yours. upon responding to the kiss, kazuha sighs in relief, revealing the slightest hint of eagerness in the touch. he shifts from the railing to hold you closer by your lower back; in the back of your mind, you wonder if he had anything to drink tonight, but you don’t think much more about it, instead letting yourself indulge in the love he’s so shameless about giving you.

☁︎ kinich

kinich rests his weight back on his palms, one leg curled up to his chest as the other dangles from the side of his bed. you’ve been yapping for quite a while now, but he doesn’t mind at all, entertained by the fresh stories of your most recent journey outside of natlan’s borders. with that said, parts of his mind isn’t even present, something which you seem to notice in the middle of your talking. “and that traveler actually had this flying little companion with he— hey, are you listening?”

the small smile he’s been wearing this entire time doesn’t falter even as he answers, head tilting to the side, “yeah—what about the traveler?”

“oh—... well, yeah. after she proved me innocent to fontaine’s iudex—i think they were friends, by the way—we hung out a bit, she told me about her adventures, and how she was looking for her brother…” your words, trail off a bit, the excitement turning into a pout, “but she looked quite sad while talking about him. i’m sure she misses him a lot.”

“that’s not really strange, is it?” kinich responds, “waiting for someone to come home can get quite lonely sometimes.”

the wording makes you curiously glance up, but he’s already reaching a hand out, his warm palm finding your cheek. you’d lie to say it doesn’t cause an extra skip in your chest, but you hide that with a smug grin, “are you saying you’ve missed me too?”

kinich doesn’t answer through more than an airy laugh, and it surprises you when he suddenly leans in without warning. there’s only a brief pause, one where his eyes dart down to your lips, before he locks them with your own.

his kisses are gentle. every time, without fail, but there are occasions they’re accompanied with a certain longing; his hand shifts from your face to the back of your neck, like he’s trying to keep you from retreating, although he knows just fine you’re not even considering it; it takes every bit of his power to not laugh when you gasp into the touch, all while he’s not even trying to hold back how he deepens the kiss. quite a way to welcome you back.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Just read Dave awards ceremony fic and I am desperate for a part II!!!!!!!! Like Dave continuing to reconcile with small joys and grand gestures and also more s*x

Warnings: Smut, public sex, angst, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Part 1

You left the bathroom with Dave following close behind you until you slipped into the crowd and he lost you. There was no way you were sitting through more of this, not after everyone saw Dave following you into the bathroom.

You went out to find the limo that had brought you there but couldn't find it, it was supposed to take you and your band back but you supposed it would have a time to be back there and not just sit around waiting in the meantime.

So, you were waiting in the cold, dead night, face red and puffy from crying and not nearly enough layers for winter.

Something fell over your shoulders and you looked to see Dave draping his suit jacket over you, your bag in hand. He handed it back to you and wrapped an arm around your waist.

"I can drive you home." By the tone of his voice you could tell this wasn't his way of getting you in bed, his tone was protective like he always used to use with you. Warm and comforting.

It wasn't an offer, either, he was simply telling you what was going to happen in a gentle way, another thing you missed him doing with you.

He guided you to his car and helped you into the passenger seat, opening the door for you and buckling you up, giving your forehead a quick kiss before closing the door and making his way to the other side.

You sat in silence on the drive, staring out the window. You noticed pretty quickly he wasn't taking you to your house, mostly because he didn't know where you lived. He was taking you back to his place.

Upon entering his house you saw it looked to be set up like a date. Not a fancy one that ended in fucking, one of the cute ones he used to always set up for the two of you, pillow forts and movie nights.

But it was late, the lights were dimmed and potted plants, your favourite flowers, led you up to his room.

He kept his hand on your waist, giving you a gentle squeeze every now and then as you walked. On the bed was a shirt of his, your favourite one you'd always steal and sleep in.

You stared at it as it lay on the bed, waiting for you to put it on and wear it.

"I haven't touched it since you left." Dave said, standing by his dresser and looking for his own clothes.

"Why not?" You asked, eyes still on the shirt. It seemed like a perfectly fine shirt, a sex pistols one he'd gotten years ago with a faded picture on it.

You couldn't say why it was your favourite, maybe it was the holes under the arms or the size of it, just the fact that it was his and smelled like him. You'd go days wearing it, only taking it off when it stopped smelling like him.

"You should've taken it." He said, taking his shirt off before undoing his jeans. "It's your favourite, I couldn't wear it after... everything."

You let out a soft sigh and nodded. "It's your fucking fault, you know that right?" He stared at you, a look in his eyes you didn't recognize. It wasn't empty like the one he had when you were arguing, different to when you were fucking. You'd never even seen it on dates or anything.

There was so much emotion in them, guilt and hurt swirling in their depths. He knew it was his fault, he hadn't stopped reminding himself that it was his fault this whole time.

You slipped out of your dress and into the shirt, breathing in his scent, while he got into sweats.

Dave sat on the bed, back against the headboard. He pat the spot beside him, gesturing for you to join him.

"I-I'm not doing-"

"You don't have to do anything, sweetheart." He interrupted. "You've had a hard day, you need to lay down, watch a good movie and get your hair played with." You chewed your cheek a moment.

He knew you, god, did he know you.

You crawled into bed, getting under the covers and curling up next to him, head resting on his lap. His one hand went to your hair, the other found a remote and put on your favourite movie, and when you started getting tired, which you always do when watching movies, he started running his hand over your face, specifically your eyes, silently encouraging you to close them and just listen until you fell asleep.

You planned to leave the next morning but he made you breakfast in bed, you didn't want to leave after he'd gone through the effort of making you food so you stayed to eat, planning on leaving after. Then you didn't.

He took you shopping, not how you'd planned on spending your day but he wanted you to get something pretty because he got a reservation at a restaurant that night.

If he'd already gotten the reservation you couldn't just say no, you told yourself. So you went, and he made you laugh, he didn't go more than five minutes without telling you how beautiful you were, how important you are and how much he loved you.

He couldn't let you forget, what kind of guy would do that?

At the end of the night, after hours of pampering you, he said he'd drive you home, your home. But he didn't, said he needed to make a quick stop.

He drove you up a mountain, where the hell he was taking you was beyond you but you figured he wouldn't spend all that money on you just to kill you. He'd get blood all over your outfit and wouldn't be able to return it, the food was obviously not refundable, there was no logic behind that.

He eventually parked on a cliff. Maybe he was killing you. Oh well, you could die happy after that night. Maybe that's what he was planning.

Dave stepped out of the car and sat on the hood, staring off into the night sky. It was beautiful, a clear sky with less light pollution.

Your first date. This is where he brought you on your first date.

You got out of the car and sat with him on the hood of his car, pulling your knees to your chest and resting your chin on them. Dave looked at you, eyes trailing over you.

"Your shoes are gonna fuck up my paint job." You swatted at him, he chuckled. "It's pretty, isn't it?"

Now it was your turn to chuckle. "Not as pretty as me, though, right?" You asked teasingly. He'd been sweet to you all day, sure, but it did tend to get cheesy. You loved it.

"Nothing is prettier than you." He said, nothing but seriousness in his tone. "There's a million stars in the sky, billions of people on the planet, trillions of grains of sands... and there's only one of you."

You stared at him with stars in your eyes as he spoke to you, words strung with such passion and so genuinely.

He reached out for your face, cupping your cheek in his warm palm, leaning closer until there was less than an inch between your lips.

You closed your eyes prematurely, waiting for his lips on yours but they never came. "Can you go look in the glove compartment for me?" He asked softly.

You opened your eyes. Confused, you just did as he asked and got off the hood of his car and walked around to the passenger side to look in the glove compartment.

Inside were papers, papers, glasses, and... a small, velvety box. You looked up and saw Dave staring off towards the stars.

You took the box and walked back over to him, handing the box to him. He took it and looked up at you with a worry in his eyes.

"Ask me." You demanded, eyes already filling with tears.

"What?" He asked, voice shaky.

"Ask me." You repeated.

Dave slid off the car and onto one knee, flipping the box open to show you the most beautiful ring you'd ever seen. It was exactly what you'd ever wanted and more, the way it caught the moonlight, band nestled nicely in the cushion.

"Y/n, I have never claimed to be perfect, far from it... I fucked up so, so bad and I didn't know what to do I just knew I needed you back but you weren't talking to me, reasonably so, and-"

"Ask me, Dave." You interrupted, getting impatient as he walked you through your break-up. There was no one there, no one to walk through, you wanted to be his fiancée.

"No, this is important to me." He said, smiling up at you. "I knew when those awards ceremonies were coming up I had to do whatever I could to get you back, I got us at the same table, I ordered the flowers and had them set up in advance, I reserved that table months ago and then went to buy you a ring... I love you, you loved you then, I love you now, I will love you always."

Tears were now streaming down both your faces, sobs catching in your throats and before he even finished you were on your knees and clinging onto him as he spoke. "Y/n... will you do me the honour of being my wife..?" You nodded frantically, barely pulling back enough to let him slip the ring onto your finger.

The stars, the ring, the quiet. It was perfect. You cried in his arms, he littered kisses all over your face and neck, quickly getting more aggressive until he was laying you down on the grass and hiking your dress up over your hips, undoing his pants and pushing them down his thighs.

He wasted no time in pushing into you, letting you moan out into the abyss. He thrust into you hard, an almost desperate movement. "Fuck, my beautiful girl, my beautiful fiancée." He grunted.

He tugged at the straps of your dress and pulled it down, revealing your chest and sucking on your nipple, pinching the other between his calloused fingers.

Your back was arching off the grass, bringing you impossibly closer to him. You felt your body heating up, a knot building in you.

Dave could feel your gummy walls fluttering around him, squeezing his hard cock as he rocked in and out of you. "Go on, sweetheart, cum for me, cum on my cock." He said through grunts, moving his kisses up to your neck again, nipping and leaving love bites.

And like that the knot snapped, screaming out into the void, repeating his name over and over as you came around him, clenching tightly around him.

Dave bit down on your neck, hips bucking involuntarily as he refused to cum just yet, despite how desperate he was for release.

He pulled out of you and helped you get yourself right, pulling his pants up as well, hard-on very much prominent through the fabric. He carried you into the car and buckled you in on the passenger side before getting in on the drivers side and starting to drive off again back to his house, your house.

As he drove and your mind cleared up you looked over at him. "Why did you do that?"

He glanced at you a moment but tried to keep his focus on the road. "Do what? Propose?"

You snorted. "That too, but no..." You shook your head. "Why'd you stop? Wouldn't be the first time you came inside, wouldn't be the last."

He chuckled softly and shook his head. "It's not about cumming inside, it's-it's cumming as a whole." He said, though it didn't clear much up. "Soon I'll be your husband, and you'll be my wife, and we'll consummate the marriage like adults."

"I take it back, I am not marrying you." You teased.

"What? Waiting to cum isn't romantic?" You rolled your eyes at him.

"Really? Like, at all?"

"Well..." He said, rethinking his choice. "Maybe... just not with you." You chuckled and rolled your eyes at him.

You reached out for his hand and he happily interlocked your fingers, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. He was going to be your husband and you would be his wife. This is exactly how it was supposed to end.

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@richardsamboramylove55

[lilsoftext]

•~* WHISPERS IN THE DARK *~•

-chris sturniolo x female reader

-summery: late night talks

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It was 2 AM, and the city outside was quiet. The apartment was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of streetlights filtering through the curtains. Chris and Sof lay in bed, wide awake, even though they both had an early start the next day.

Sof was curled up against Chris’s side, her head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Chris had one arm around her, his fingers absentmindedly playing with her hair. It was one of those nights where neither of them could sleep, and neither of them minded.

“Tell me something,” Sof murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Chris shifted slightly, glancing down at her. “Like what?”

“Anything,” she said. “Something about you. Something I don’t know.”

Chris chuckled softly, his chest rumbling beneath her head. “You already know everything about me.”

Sof smiled, her fingers tracing slow circles on his chest. “I’m sure there’s something.”

He was quiet for a moment, thinking. Then he spoke, his voice soft in the stillness of the room. “Alright. When I was a kid, I used to have this crazy dream that I could fly. Not like a superhero—more like I’d just run and jump, and suddenly, I was floating. I had that dream for years. Every time I’d get upset about something, I’d close my eyes and imagine I could just take off and fly away.”

Sof lifted her head to look at him, her eyes sparkling with interest. “Really? How come you never told me that before?”

Chris shrugged, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I don’t know. It was just one of those things I kept to myself. Guess I felt silly about it.”

Sof’s smile softened, and she reached up to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead. “I think it’s sweet. You still dream about flying?”

“Not anymore,” Chris said with a chuckle. “But sometimes, when I’m having a really bad day, I’ll think about it. It’s like this weird, comforting memory.”

Sof’s hand rested on his cheek, her thumb gently stroking his skin. “I like knowing that.”

Chris turned his head slightly, kissing her palm. “Your turn. Tell me something.”

Sof bit her lip, her brow furrowing as she thought. “Okay. When I was in high school, I used to sneak out at night and go up to the roof of my house. I’d just sit there, looking at the stars, trying to figure everything out.”

Chris raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “Sneaking out? Sounds like you were a bit of a rebel.”

Sof laughed softly. “Not really. I wasn’t doing anything crazy. I just needed time to think, you know? Life felt so overwhelming back then, like everything was so much bigger than me. Being up there, alone with the stars, made it all feel... smaller. More manageable.”

Chris’s hand moved to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing across her skin. “I wish I could’ve been there with you.”

Sof leaned into his touch, her eyes soft. “I think I needed that time to myself. But I’m glad you’re here now.”

There was a comfortable silence between them for a while, the kind that only comes from two people who are completely at ease with each other. Sof settled back against Chris’s chest, feeling his heartbeat slow and steady beneath her.

“Do you ever wonder where we’ll be in five years?” Sof asked quietly, her voice thoughtful.

Chris was silent for a moment, then he smiled, his hand resting on the small of her back. “I don’t know exactly where we’ll be, but I know I’ll still be with you. That’s the only part that matters to me.”

Sof’s heart swelled at his words, and she felt a warmth spread through her chest. She tilted her head up to look at him, her eyes searching his face.

“You really think we’ll last that long?” she asked softly, her voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

Chris looked down at her, his expression serious. “I know we will. I’m all in, Sof. Whatever happens, I’m not going anywhere.”

Sof’s eyes filled with emotion, and she blinked back the tears that threatened to spill over. She reached up to cup his face in her hands, pulling him down for a slow, tender kiss.

When they pulled apart, she rested her forehead against his, her voice barely a whisper. “I’m all in too.”

Chris smiled, his eyes soft as he looked at her. “Good.”

For a while, they lay there in the quiet, holding each other, lost in the intimacy of the moment. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of them in their own little bubble.

Sof broke the silence after a while, her voice playful. “Okay, but seriously, where do you see us in five years?”

Chris laughed, the sound low and warm in the dark room. “Alright, alright. Let me think.” He paused for a moment, then grinned. “I see us in a house—not too big, but cozy. With a backyard and maybe a dog. We’ll have more time to ourselves, and maybe we’ll finally take that trip to Italy you’ve been talking about.”

Sof smiled, her heart fluttering at the thought. “That sounds perfect.”

“And you’ll still be sneaking up to rooftops to look at the stars,” Chris added with a wink.

Sof laughed, shaking her head. “Only if you come with me.”

Chris pulled her closer, his lips brushing against her forehead. “Always.”

They fell silent again, the weight of their words settling between them like a promise. The night stretched on, but neither of them were in a hurry to fall asleep. They were content just being there, in each other’s arms, talking about dreams and memories and the future.

As Sof drifted off, her head resting on Chris’s chest, she realized that no matter where life took them, as long as they had each other, everything would be okay.

And that was more than enough.

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[amygdalagustd]

I didn't know that was a massage technique

Summary: Yoongi has shoulder pain so you give him a massage.

Pairing: Yoongi × reader

Genre: fluff

Word count: 708

Series: tattoos and kisses

You were standing in the bedroom, hands on your hips, looking at your partner sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Shirt off,” you said in a fake demanding tone.

Yoongi raised his eyebrow, but gave in.

“Yes ma'am.” 

He pulled his shirt off. The hiss he made as he raised his arms above his head did not go unnoticed.

You climbed on the bed and positioned yourself behind him, determined to do something about that pesky shoulder pain of his. 

“Okay,” you said, “now relax.”

When you softly put your hands on his shoulders he immediately tensed up.

“That is the opposite of relaxing.”

“Your hands are cold,” he muttered.

You rolled your eyes, which he didn't see, but took a moment to rub your hands together and warm them up.

When you placed them back on his shoulders they yet again tensed up, maybe even more this time.

“You're so tense,” you said, feeling worried. “Relax Yoongi.”

“Never in the history of relaxing has someone relaxed after being told to relax.”

“Never in the history of massages has someone been this tense.”

“I doubt that.” Yoongi turned around to look at you as he was making his point. “Have you ever seen namjoon after working out-”

“Yes I have,” you interrupted him as you turned Yoongi back to face away from you, “now stop talking and start relaxing.”

“I want a different masseuse.”

You knew he was pouting even though you couldn't see it.

“Yeah, yeah, your life is so hard,” you said as started rubbing soft circles on his back. 

Despite all the complaints, you could feel Yoongi trying to relax under your hands. He took a deep breath, and as his shoulders went up and down again, a comforting silence fell in between you. 

You increased the intensity of your massage, paying attention to Yoongi's reaction, but he sat still as a tree.

“Does it hurt anywhere?” You asked.

“Not really.”

“You're lying.”

A single huff escaped from his mouth. "Fine, the usual spot.”

That meant his left shoulder.

You shifted your focus to the problem area and carefully went to work. At this point you knew exactly where to press and where not to press, how hard, how long. It made you feel sad that you couldn't completely take his pain away, so you made damn sure you didn't accidentally make it worse.

“Hmmm,” Yoongi mumbled after a little bit, “that's nice.”

Your thumb stroked across the little 7 tattoo on his shoulder.

It was such a cute little tattoo, with so much meaning, and you adored it. You loved teasing Yoongi with it, bragging about how he was now a tough guy, while the tiny 7 didn't take up more than a centimeter of his skin.

Before you knew what you were doing you had leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his tattoo. 

Yoongi turned around and locked eyes with you. Because you had just kissed his shoulder his face was really close.

“I didn't know that was a massage technique,” he said. 

You raised an eyebrow. 

“Did it help?”

The corners of his mouth turned up just enough to hint at a smile.

“It did,” he said. “You should use it more often.”

You blinked, not used to that kind of talk from him, and he took the moment to move closer and kiss you on the lips. You kissed him back and he leaned in, wanting more, and god you wanted to do the same, but you had a job to do. 

You pulled away softly and took note of the familiar pout on his face. “Turn back,” you said, “I wasn't finished yet.”

For a second you thought he was going to object, but then he turned around compliantly. 

You resumed your massage.

“You know,” you said, still feeling some tension in Yoongi's shoulders, “my special massage technique only works on people who know how to relax. So I guess I can't use it much on you”

“I hate you,” Yoongi grumbled.

“Nah,” you refuted, “you love me.”

As you felt him soften up under the gentle touch of your fingers, you didn't even need to hear him say it to know that it was true. 

[fiduciia]

i want to write petra as tired of everything (just like me fr) with someone else who is tired of Everything(tm) and they just silently comfort one another

[shaguro]

in which you ask sukuna if you’re his favorite of all his concubines. (just a cute lil drabble. true form!sukuna x concubinefem!reader, soft n sassy kuna +fluff! sukuna is obviously very comfortable with reader in this one.)

@hoshigray and i were talking about being sukuna’s favorite concubine and.. yes.

“ryo.” you murmur in a hushed tone, looking down at your hands. sukuna hums in response, his red eyes immediately flicker to your face. ”am i your favorite?”

you're propped up on one of sukuna's beefy thighs, plush legs sprawled across the other while two sets of strong arms are wrapped around your side. you loved to sit on his lap while he’s on his throne and he loved it too, maybe more than you did, even though he wouldn’t admit that.

there was a pause, a long moment of silence. you may be the only human that somehow always had the king of curses at a loss for words.

“..are you my favorite?” sukuna repeats, raising an eyebrow as if to confirm he’d heard correctly and when you nod eagerly, he just guffaws. “such trivial things you worry about, stupid woman. tch.”

the insult holds no malice, in fact his tone is rather soft. but his teasing never fails to humble you, make you feel small.

“well..” he starts, shifting your weight in his lap. “you’re the only human that’s allowed to sit on my lap,” thick, calloused fingers run along your legs and caress the soft skin of your thighs. you shiver, sukuna’s touch always had that effect on you.

he chuckles lowly before he continues. “..the only one to address me so casually.” and he flicks your forehead, rolling all his eyes when you hiss and rub the spot. “you forget your manners, princess.”

“ryomen.” you pout and he thinks you look so cute when you do that, hints of a smile tugging at his lips. “stop beating around the bush.. just say yes or no.”

sukuna’s eyebrows raise at your sass, sometimes you really test his patience. “and worst of all, you’re the only human to give me attitude.. hmph.”

and his hand cups your chin, the cold feel of it made you gasp as he leans in close. “do these things not show that you’re my favorite, hmm? i let you get away with too much, my dear… that should say enough.”

you pout, again, and sukuna laughs, using all his arms to pull you to his chest, placing a soft kiss on the crown on your head. if it would put a stop to your sassiness, he'd tell you what you wanted to hear.

“but since you want to hear it so badly.. yes, you are my favorite. now, fix that attitude before i fix it for you, yeah?”

@/hoesluvshanti, 2023-2024. do not copy, steal or repost my content without permission.

[peachysunrize]

The King’s Retribution ⥃ prince Aemond Targaryen

Summary: when he walks back to the Keep, Aemond finds his brother’s wife in distress while her youngest child keeps her awake. Maybe it’s time to show the King that no one can humiliate the one-eyed prince.

Warnings: 18+ mdni! Smut, p in v, rough sex, lactation kink, reader is Aegon’s wife, post B&C, s2e3 inspired, dacryphilia, Aemond feels humiliated after the brothel scene, hair pulling, doggystyle, they do it in Aegon’s rooms👀 kind of a chubby/overweight reader because she has baby weight, tell me if I’ve missed something. English isn’t my first language<3

Word count: 3.6k+

A/n: a very special thank you to @aemonds-holy-milk for this incredible request!!! And a very honorable mention and thank you to @arcielee for helping me with the plot and beta-ing for me! Your touch made this much hotter and better!🩷 Reblogs and comments are more than welcome<33

Aemond pushes the door to one of Maegor’s tunnels, peeking through to see if anyone is around. He scoffs when he finds the hallway empty, with no guards, no maids or handmaidens. He walks upstairs to the royal chamber’s floor, one hand pushing his hood off while the other twirls his dagger.

He is filled with such rage that he can burn this castle down without Vhagar’s help. The sting of humiliation keeps poking through his ribs, making him heave with each breath he takes. He had to keep his composure back in the brothel, he had to show his power by walking outside the room naked as the day he was born to regain some control his brother took away from him.

He walks past the rooms of his family, skipping a stair here or two as he follows the path to his chambers in silence, until he reaches his brother’s doors, catching the sound of a soft hiccuping and muffled wailing of a child.

Aemond unsheathes the dagger as he steps closer to the unguarded door, shaking his head in disbelief at his brother’s ignorance, especially after what happened to Jaehaerys. He opens the door slowly, not wanting to startle whoever is inside — a nursemaid or the queen.

He finds you sitting in front of the fireplace with baby Maelor crying fat tears in your arms as he tries to latch onto your exposed breasts to fill his tiny, hungry belly. Aemond’s eye wanders over your bare upper body; heavy swollen teats leaking with milk, a tired and teary expression on your face as you try to lull your son back to sleep, tending to him, caressing him, loving him. 

He has never seen a sight more beautiful than this.

He sheathes his dagger and pushes it into his belt before knocking on your door gently so as not to scare you and his nephew. He watches you closely as you snap your head in his direction, the tension leaving your shoulders as you smile at him sadly.

“Aemond,” you call him, gasping when your son bites your already sore nipple with his gums, trying to latch on to it but failing. He cries harder, face twisted angrily, his chubby cheeks red and puffy with how long he’s been searching for some comfort.

“Please, please don’t — mommy is trying,” you cry with him softly, standing up to pace around the room while you rock him, shushing him and wiping his tears. You are trying your hardest to feed him properly, but every second is wasted in vain as he cries and fusses in your arms.

Aemond closes the door behind him, enraptured with the sight you made—watching you walk around the room, half bare and beautiful to his eager eye.  He unfastens his cloak and belt that holds his daggers and sword before laying it on the nearest table, walking towards you with his hands locked behind his back.

You look like The Mother coming real, a god he should worship at your altar.

“Oh, my darling boy,” you coo at Maelor, sniffing as he sobs harder, his little fists flying on your chest as he searches for your breast, mouth parted and ready to be filled with his late-night meal.

Aemond stands behind you, not too close to intrude on your personal space, especially in such a vulnerable state you are in, but to keep looking at you. His eye roams across your nude chest, your fuller stomach, and hips that carry the remaining weight of having pushed a babe into the world.

He listens to your words, remembering the sight of his brother mocking him at the brothel, while he was being cuddled and taken care of — what an ugly laugh he has, Aegon. 

His gaze darkens as he looks at you, his queen, his brother’s wife, his brother’s possession, being so vulnerable in his presence with your breasts out and your child finally suckling on them. His eye finds your form once more as Aegon's words replay in his ears — ‘My brother will not sample another.’ He will make sure to teach his brother a very valuable lesson and serve him a good punishment.

His cock starts to swell beneath the layers of his clothing as he stares at you with a newfound passion; you have always been a lovely figure in his mind, too sweet and beautiful to be wed to his brother, and yet, now your features seem to be bolder in his eye.

He strides forward when he hears Maelor crying again, this time much softer but a cry nonetheless. You scurry to cover your breasts when you feel him behind you, trying to look at least a bit modest now that your child is less fussy.

“I’m sorry, Aemond, I-I forgot you came to visit,” you say in a hushed tone, waiting with bated breath for him to say something.

He looks down at his nephew over your shoulder, reaching to wipe a drop of milk from his round cheek near his mouth, his fingers brushing against your sore nipple accidentally. Both of you inhale sharply — him with the new rush of desire and you in surprise. 

“What a messy eater,” he says, his eye meeting yours as he brings his wet finger to his mouth, licking the remaining of your milk off while he keeps eye contact with you, dropping his eye to your lips as soon as they part in surprise before he meets your eyes again — they look darker, cloudier, more lustful. Your lashes flutter, and your rosy lips let out a shaky breath as you keep your gaze on his pink tongue licking his finger.

“It runs in the family I’m afraid,” you reply, averting your eyes from him, pressing a kiss on top of your son’s head as you bounce him, trying to hide your embarrassment.

Despite how crude your husband is, he’s never been one for making you flustered by such a simple gesture, and yet, his brother seems to be the complete opposite; bold, daring, and he’s surely taking whatever he wants.

“May I?” Aemond asks, standing in front of you with extended arms, reaching to take Maelor in his embrace. You gently pass him over, and as soon as your arms are free you bring them to your chest to cover your breasts.

“I-I need to—would you mind holding him for a moment?” You pull the front of your shift up as you ask him, and he can’t help his gaze not fall back on your chest but looks upward to your eyes quickly before you catch him and nod.

He hugs Maelor close, resting his little head on his shoulder as he walks towards his crib, glancing at you walking past the privacy screen. Aemond shushes his nephew, rocking him gently while he hums a tune his mother used to sing for him to lull him to sleep. It seems his efforts have worked when Maelor grows quiet, tinted cheeks stained with tears and fingers fisted tightly. Aemond lies him down slowly, brushing a finger over the few strands of his nephew’s silver hair before his attention is turned to you walking towards him with a warm towel over your chest.

“He has been restless as of late,” you sigh, leaning down to brush a kiss on your son’s forehead, standing on Aemond’s good side, “as have I, as everyone in the Keep. It seems he feels the loss of his brother.”

“We are all shaken by the loss of Jaehaerys,” he replies, his good eye looking up at your face, taking in every up and down of your face.

“Yeah,” you smile at him, ducking your head as soon as the tears gather in your eyes, “yeah…”

He takes a step closer, reaching to wipe the tear that fell from your eye, cupping your cheek in his large hand, “What ails you, my queen?”

“I just…” words die in your throat as he rubs soothing circles on your cheek, tracing the shape of your cheekbone with his thumb. “I’ve been feeling so unloved.” Your voice comes out a fragile whisper.

“Why is that, my queen?” He asks, swallowing harshly at the thought of his fool of a brother being neglectful to you. He’s been given the most beautiful maiden in the realm as his wife, so dutiful and sweet, but taken for granted because Aegon can’t simply keep his cock in his breeches for so long.

“Did you happen to see him when you were out?” You ignore his question, looking up at him from beneath your wet lashes that frame your eyes so perfectly.

He nods, his strong hold on your face never faltering, if anything he’s now more determined to punish Aegon, to take something he has been given on a silver plate but failed to care for. His touch is warm and welcoming, it grounds you to this moment of brief recognition of your feelings. Aemond seems to understand it, willing to give more, but his main purpose of this visit is to hurt Aegon the way he has hurt him.

“Was he—“ a sob is stuck in your throat as you try to utter the words, “in the b-brothel?”

Aemond looks down at his muddy boots, recalling how his brother saw him, how he laughed and undermined him in front of his friends. Aemond forgets about your question for a second, pressing his lips into a thin line and gritting his teeth before he looks back up at you, not before looking one last time at your chest, watching your milk soak through the fabric.

“I-I apologize, maybe it’s best if you leave—” You move away from him, making his hand fall from your face as you try to put back the little dignity you have left before you embarrass yourself more in front of him.

Something shifts inside him as you hide yourself from him, putting more distance between as you move toward the bed. His brother was right; he has not sampled another and has always sought out the Madame, but maybe it ought to change, maybe the fire of his brother’s cruelty might quell if he takes his most precious possession from him.

“Allow me to help you, my queen,” he walks toward you slowly, his eye seizing you up, taking in the sight of your curls around your shoulders, your skin glowing under the orange hues of the candles.

You turn around, watching him take long steps until he’s standing in front of you. He raises his hand, brushing his knuckles on your collarbones, his eyes dropping down to your cleavage. You exhale shakily, whether it is in requited desire or surprise, he does not know, but you do not push him away, just a weak protest that ‘we should not do this, I am your brother’s wife.’

“My brother is a fool who demeans others to feel powerful, and he has done this to us both,” he dips his down on your neck, his hot breath fanning on your ear, “let me show you what you have been deprived of.”

“You wish to help me just to teach your king a lesson?” your voice comes out with a slight tremble as you reach to brush your fingers through his silky hair. “Is that truly why you want me?”

“I despise when Aegon takes what is his for granted,” he says, “He is a fucking twat who takes for granted the treasures he has been given: the throne, the crown, you. And he humiliates you, his queen, by stepping inside that sinful place," he mumbles against your skin, tracing his lips over your neck while his nose nudges your cheek. 

“What do you want to do?” you whine when he bites your earlobe; you cling to his shoulders.

“I wish to fuck you like a hound,” he groans into your ear, his hands coming to grip your full hips.

“We will experience his wrath, Aemond,” you try to protest, but with how focused he is on marking your skin, you cannot help but melt in his arms.

“He is the king, I’m a kinslayer,” he hovers his mouth over yours. “I will kill him too if he dares to subject you to his anger.”

“We must be quiet-mhm—” he cuts you off, smashing his lips to yours, swallowing your protest. His hands move to your waist, gripping and caressing wherever he can reach, his tongue meeting yours in a soft battle of dominance. 

You moan into his mouth when one of his fingers traces a line from your hip up to your breast, squeezing the heavy flesh in his large palm. He groans against your sweet lips in delight, loving the weight of you in his hand. His thumb swipes across the wet towel before he pulls it out of your shift and drops it on the floor, leading you backward past the privacy screen to the bed.

You tangle your fingers in his soft hair, reaching to pull away the tie and letting his shiny silver hair frame his face beautifully while he kisses your breath away.

He lies you on the bed, breaking away from your lips for a second to look down at you, making room on top of you with his gaze fixed on the way your milk soaks through the fabric. He grabs the sides of your shift, ready to rip it apart before you put your hand on his, shaking your head, mumbling a hushed ‘we need to be quiet’ before taking off the dress yourself, lying under his heated gaze all bare except for your small clothes.

“My brother is a fucking idiot,” he mutters before he leans down to lick a path from your neck to your heaving chest, swiping the tip of his tongue over your nipple. He hums as he tastes a few beads of your milk, but abruptly stops when you whine, looking up at you with a questioning look.

“Maelor, well, he can’t latch onto his wet nurses. They are a bit s-sensitive— oh!” Your hand flies to your mouth when Aemond closes his lips around your bud, sucking like a babe being starved for hours, finally having his fill.

His other hand moves to your other breast, pinching, squeezing, and playing with the flesh while he gets drunk on your milk, helping the weight of discomfort vanish immediately.

Your nipple falls from his lips with a lewd ‘pop’, and he moves to the other one, giving the same attention while he leaves sticky lines of your milk across your chest, sucking on your teat quickly, nearly growling at the taste.

You cannot do anything besides moaning behind your hand and arching your back, pushing your chest further into his face. You throw your head back as your hips buck into his, his bulge rubbing against your covered core.

Aegon has never done this for you, it’s always been his duty to plant his seed inside you with little to no care for you to just make an heir, and after Jaehaerys, he’s been ever more distant — no more dinners, no walks in the garden with you and the kids.

His interest weakened the more you started to show, your soft dolce features turned into one of a woman, a mother-to-be, so he sought his pleasure in the brothels to fill the void you could no longer fill. You were non-existent in his eyes, and for once, you are glad, because the other Targaryen brother seems as if he’s in heaven while he feasts upon your breasts like a deprived babe. 

He lets go of your nipple finally, giving the fat of your breast one last kiss before he works his way up to your lips. He unlaces his pants and breeches, urging you to reach and undo his doublet, dropping it down on the pile of clothes. He breaks away to gasp for air while he grabs the back of his linen shirt and stands on his knees stark naked, his cock red, angry, and ready to burst inside you. His mouth shines with drops of your milk and spit.

He grabs the back of your thighs, spreading your legs to his hungry eye, licking his lip as his gaze falls on your soaked cunt. Aemond’s patience runs thinner than before, he moves closer to you, and his hair falls around you like a silver waterfall.

He strokes himself a few times before aligning himself with your entrance, pushing in until his cockhead is inside your warm cunt before he slams all the way into you. He muffles your scream with his own lips, hands coming to rest around your head, caging you under him as he starts thrusting.

Finally, he thinks, finally he has taken something that belonged to his brother, something so precious and fragile. You are nothing like Sylvie, you are soft and delicate, you taste deliciously sweet, and oh so responsive. 

He relishes the way you scratch his back as he fucks you with abandon, snapping his hips into yours furiously as he lets the pent-up anger he feels pour out of him. It is the anger he had inside because of his brother’s idiocy, the words that cut him deep like a sharp dagger.

But no more, no, it is time to take whatever belonged to Aegon. You are just a beautiful touch to it, and he would make sure his brother knows who’s been here, on his bed, giving his wife the pleasure she has never experienced before.

“My queen,” he shushes you, reaching down to collect a drop of your milk before reaching to smear it on your lips, licking it off them. His cock pistoning inside of you quickly, but he is mindful of the baby sleeping on the other side of the privacy screen.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, breasts bouncing with each deep thrust as you try to keep your voice at bay.

He remembers his brother’s words once more; ‘did you fuck her like a hound?’ No, not with the Madame, but he will fuck the queen of the seven Kingdoms like one now.

He pulls out of you, leaving you clenching and whining at the empty feeling before he flips you over on your stomach, pulling your hips up as he spits into his hand and strokes himself before making home inside your tight cunt again, his cock reaching deeper with this position.

You fist the pillows under your hands, biting the fabric to muffle your noises, and Aemond notices that it is your husband’s pillow you are lying on.

He chuckles lowly, one hand gripping the fat of your hip while the other runs down the curve of your spine before he fists your hair in his much larger hand, pushing your head into Aegon’s pillow even more.

“Breathe in his scent while I fuck you like a dog in heat, yes, good girl,” he groans, his limbs tingling with pleasure and anger, letting his emotions take the best of him as he picks up his pace. “Yes, remember how much of a pathetic husband he is, think of how he can never give you pleasure like I can while I fuck my child inside you.”

Tears run down your face from how intense he is taking you from behind, his hips snap into your arse. Your wetness drips down on the bed sheets, but there is little you can do but take what he gives you — a blinding and mind-blowing pleasure you have never had with your husband.

Aemond reaches around your body to find your pearl, rubbing quick and steady circles on the bundle of nerves, leaning down to prep your spine with feather-like kisses, taking in your mesmerizing scent, and looking closer at your tears, taking pure satisfaction in seeing what a mess he has made out of Aegon’s wife, the realm’s queen.

You come with a sob, teeth digging into the soft cushion while your legs shake, walls clamping down against his girth, eliciting a deep throaty moan from him. He lets go of your weeping cunt and grabs your bouncing breast, squeezing the heavy flesh in his hand while his face falters, his thrusts deepen.

When his climax washes over him, it’s all white hot pleasure that rushes through his veins. He shakes atop you while his cock twitches and shoots ropes of his warm spend deep inside you, filling you to the brim. He kisses your tears, his face pushed against your cheek as he lets out broken gasps and groans.

He untangles his fingers from your hair as soon as he calms down from his high, bringing his milk-covered hand to his lips to lick it clean while he meets your eyes.

You look angelic, glowing with the aftermath of your release. The Mother came to life, he thinks.

He pulls out of you gently, minding how sensitive you must feel after the brutality he bestowed upon you. Aemond helps you under the covers, not caring to clean either of you up before he lies down next to you wrapping one arm around you while you curl next to him with your head on his chest.

He notes how quiet you are, drowsy and sleepy in the aftermath of your climax. He takes pride in how peaceful you look, and how good he must have made you feel. His good eye falls on the nightstand on his side, finding his brother — no, the Conqueror's crown — glinting under candlelight.

“I will kill him,” he whispers, “I will make sure our son sits upon that chair and holds Blackfyre. I will kill him, and no one shall ever know it was me.”

[miharuki]

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖁𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖃 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 (𝕱𝖊𝖒) 2

You woke up with a headache, feeling your head throb painfully. For a moment, you really thought you were in your real-life home until you looked up and saw the bed canopy, adorned with fine, luxurious fabrics. A typical bed of ancient nobility, you couldn't even sit up without your head pounding from the pain. Who would have thought that crying so much could make you feel this bad?

In pain, you turned, now looking out of the bed. For a moment, you began to notice that the furnishings in the room were more refined, even though they were of a different color. You started to think that this room wasn't, in fact, yours. Looking at the door, you noticed the luxurious details that accompanied it, making you realize that you were neither in your real-life bedroom nor in your noble bedroom in this world.

You started to think a lot, which made your head hurt even more. But you finally managed to understand what happened last night and how you agreed to go with the young man. Now, finally turning to look at the ceiling, you sighed, knowing you were probably not in extreme danger and that being kidnapped was off the list since you had agreed to the situation.

Placing your hands on your face, you thought about the situation at the ball, now considering how your family in this world would probably disown you. What initially seemed like a simple matter turned out to be much worse. In this world, being disowned didn't just mean being removed from the family's inheritance; it meant being officially regarded as not part of the family at all. It was as if they erased you not only from their will but also from their lives. In more extreme cases, it could even mean being expelled from the house.

"Are you alright? You were quite warm last night; you had a fever," said a familiar voice. Turning, you confirmed it was the same young man from yesterday.

Forcing your aching body, you managed to sit up in bed, placing a hand on your forehead as the dizziness from the headache set in. "Yes, it's nothing serious. I apologize for my manners," you said. It was evident that simply lying in a bed that wasn't yours while the host stood by was considered almost impolite in this world.

"Liar… please, miss, don't push yourself too hard. You still seem unwell," the young man said, his voice calm and concerned. If you could look now, you would see the care and worry in his eyes.

"I've been sick many times before," you found yourself thinking, almost mocking your own situation. The boy seemed to sense your sadness and silence. He raised his hand and gently placed it on your shoulder.

He had already felt he was violating your space by touching you the night before, but the pain of seeing your sick body had pushed that feeling aside. Now, with you safe, he felt he needed your permission, but he couldn't help trying to comfort you, the same person who seemed broken and exhausted when he brought you here.

"Forgive me… you went to the trouble of bringing me to your home because of my actions. This is not appropriate behavior for a girl like me. I apologize profusely for invading your residence like this," you said, lowering your hands to your lap and bowing your head in a formal gesture of apology, even while lying in bed.

Nomura noticed that you referred to yourself merely as a girl, not as a lady, which would have been more appropriate. He understood that what happened yesterday had deeply wounded you, so much so that you began to see yourself as inferior, no longer worthy of being called a lady.

His free hand clenched into a fist as he thought about the castle and the ball from last night. He knew who was responsible for this, and he couldn't help but feel anger. At that moment, all he wanted was to drive a sword through the heart of the crown prince, the first prince, and especially his former best friend.

"Please do not apologize, miss. The events of last night were not your fault, and bringing you to my residence was my decision. I had every right to do so, especially when I saw you in such a vulnerable state," he said in a sweet and gentle tone. You turned your head to look at him, observing those kind eyes that looked at you as they had last night. But just making that movement caused your head to throb again, and you placed a hand on your head, wincing in pain. This made him place his hands on your back, gently guiding you to lie down on the bed.

"Please, miss, you are not in the best condition. Lie down and rest. I will accept nothing but your rest," he insisted. With your eyes squeezed shut from the pain, you allowed yourself to lie back down, sighing as you felt his touch slowly fade away.

Nomura watched as you complied, stepping back slowly. He looked at you with sadness before leaving the room. As he walked down the corridor towards his office, he couldn't help but look at the floor, feeling nothing but anger. Calmly, he entered his office and closed the door behind him. His teeth clenched in fury, and only one thought filled his mind: "I want to kill him!" Finally, he sighed, running his hands through his hair before sitting in his chair and looking up at the ceiling.

"Even after countless times, or timelines, you remain the same Prince Luka."

"Miss? Your tea." An maid entered the room with a cart carrying a teapot and a white porcelain cup. She sat down on the bed, and you were beginning to feel a bit better. Before you could say anything, the maid delicately placed a tray on your lap and set the cup on it.

You pondered for a moment. You couldn't stay here forever, even if your parents had disowned you. Eventually, you would have to return home just to gather your belongings, assuming your country in this game had indeed expelled you. If so, you needed to plan where to stay, especially since the Diamond Wars were looming.

"But what stage of the game are we in now? I mean, why should I worry? She's the protagonist and a princess, not me. She can handle things on her own," you thought to yourself as you glanced down at your lap. Your head still ached, but it was less intense compared to when you first arrived at the lord's house.

"Miss?" the maid's voice called out, and you lifted your head to look at her. She was pointing to the cup of tea. "Your tea, if you don't drink it, it will get cold." You turned your head, picked up the cup, and murmured a thank you before taking a sip. Lowering the cup, you continued to stare down, then glanced back at your lap.

"If I may ask, do you know of a good area where there might be houses? Preferably in the countryside," you asked calmly, surprising the maid with the sudden question.

"With all due respect, ma'am, why do you ask?"

"I need to find a place before I'm kicked out of home all because the protagonist is a little princess with her harem on her side, not to mention they humiliated me and literally labeled me a liar in front of high-status people and people from other regions," you thought of saying, but bit your tongue and shook your head. "Forget about what I asked," you said, looking down at the empty cup in your hands.

A few minutes of silence passed before the maid carefully took the cup and bowed respectfully before leaving with the cart.

"It's what she said," the maid recounted the situation to the man in front of her, who could only look thoughtfully out the window. "Poor Lady," Nomura thought, watching from the window as the carriage took you back to your home.

"I apologize, my lord, but do you think Lady might be considering moving away?" The thought of you being away from him was making him nervous.

"I need you to deliver a letter for me…"

pt1

"I'll possibly do Part 3."

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[emocheol]

seventeen when you call them by their name

instead of a pet name

a/n: i forgot how long writing 13 different scenarios takes T-T

seungcheol

after a long day of practice cheol entered your shared apartment late at night.

even though he was trying to be quiet you still heard the click of the front door and his fumbling around in the entryway. so you decided to get up and greet him.

“seungcheol?” you asked sleepily, rubbing your eyes as you walked out of your bedroom.

he was so taken aback by his name that he didn't even reply for a good 30 seconds.

“i'm sorry for being home late,” he frowned, “don't be mad.” he whined softly, thinking you were upset with him. why else would you use his full name?

you looked at him quizzically and slotted yourself in his arms, he seemed to relax significantly at your touch.

“i'm not mad, what makes you think that?” you questioned, looking at him with raised eyebrows.

“you called me seungcheol,” he pouted, “what happened to baby?” his pout intensified, his lip jutting out further.

you couldn’t help but chuckle at his antics, “i’m sorry, baby,” you teased, emphasizing the pet name, “i didn't know you liked it that much,” you cooed, putting your hands on his cheeks and smushing his face.

“don't tease me,” he grumbled, pretending to be upset, which just elicited another laugh from your end.

“fine, fine,” you said with your hands raised, mocking a surrender, “let's go to bed, baby, you've had a long day,” you suggested, pecking his lips and taking his hand to lead him to the bedroom.

jeonghan

you had been basking in jeonghan's company all day. it was a rare off-day for the idol and you spent every second possible with your boyfriend.

you were currently in one of your lulls of conversation, just sitting in comfortable silence on two different ends the couch while you both scrolled on your phones.

you saw a funny video while scrolling and knew your boyfriend would love it so you looked over at him and called his name.

“hey, jeonghan? look at this video,” you giggled, holding your phone screen in his direction.

but your boyfriend didn't pay you any mind. thinking he didn't hear you, you called for him a little louder.

“jeonghan? hello?” you scooted closer to him on the couch when you went unanswered again.

you poked his cheek and turned his head to make him look at you when he still didn’t answer.

“hello?” you questioned, noticing his nonchalant expression.

“oh? were you talking to me?”he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“yes? i said your name twice!” you whined, knowing he heard you but he was clearly ignoring you.

“no, you said ‘jeonghan,’” he said, making air quotes with his fingers, "and that's not my name," he pouted finally, showing a side of him that you didn't often see.

you realized what he was talking about and tried to hide a grin at his demeanor, “aww, i'm sorry, let me try again,” you cooed, going back to your previous side of the couch to reset.

“hannie... my angel, my sweetheart, my precious?” you tried, “come look at this video,” you laughed, his attention already on you as you listed your names for him.

“of course, my love,” he smiled, getting up from his spot and cuddling up to your side, “look at how easy that was,” he whispered, plucking your phone from your hands and watching the video that you had pulled up.

he pulled you into his arms and nuzzled his cheek against your head, scrolling and looking at more videos with you. “you're crazy,” you said with a laugh, pressing a kiss against his cheek, but you wouldn't want it any other way.

joshua

“joshua?” you called out from the kitchen while you were making dinner. he had been playing video games in the living room ever since his practice was over.

hearing his full name from you made his ears perk up and he quickly shut off his game, rushing to the kitchen.

“love?” he asked softly, putting his hand on your shoulder, already thinking he had upset you he didn't want to anger you further. “is everything okay?” he asked tentatively, testing the waters.

“huh? yeah, joshua, everything's fine can you just-”you said as you stirred the pot on the stove, not looking up at him while you were focused on perfecting the food.

but, when he heard his full name again and the classic 'everything's fine' line he quickly jumped to conclusions and deduced that everything was not fine.

he cut you off before you could finish talking and immediately went into apologizing.

“i’m sorry, love, i don't know what i did to make you upset but i'll fix it, okay?” he said with a weary smile, still with his hand on your shoulder, “was i on the game for too long? did you want me to help you cook? was i too loud?” he rambled, facepalming as he thought he had messed something up and made you mad.

as he rambled you slowly started to look over at him, his words confusing you to no end.

“why would i be upset?” you asked, looking at him as if he was crazy, which he was.

“what?” he questioned back, “you called me joshua and you haven't looked at me and you said everything was ‘fine’, that's like textbook upset partner.” he said, as if it was totally obvious.

you blinked at him a few times before you burst out laughing, “god, babe, you're hilarious!” you exclaimed, slapping his shoulder as you laughed. now it was joshua's turn to be confused since he was positive that you were upset.

“you’re not upset?” he questioned, you shook your head as your answer while you were still doubled over laughing, “why did you call me over then?” he asked.

you pointed to the glass jar on the counter next to you after you had composed yourself, “i was going to ask you to open that jar, dummy,” you teased.

joshua blew out a breath and quickly opened the jar with ease, “that's... it?” he questioned.

“yeah, that's it, you can go play your game some more,” you smiled, pressing a kiss against his cheek.

“but you called me joshua...” he grumbled, you never called him joshua!

“which is your name, if i’m not mistaken,” you pointed out, pinching his cheek. he swatted at your hand and groaned.

he opened his mouth to start complaining more before you quickly stopped him. “okay, okay, i’m sorry babe, you can go play your game again.”

joshua gave you a firm nod, as if he was finally satisfied with your name for him. “okay. let me know if you need anything.” he grinned, kissing your head and then strolling back to the living room.

“you’re a child,” you whispered to yourself, continuing dinner with a smile on your face.

“but you love me!” he called back, somehow hearing you. well, he’s not wrong.

jun

‘thanks, junhui!’

that was the text that you had sent your boyfriend after he told you he bought you a book from the town he was currently in on tour.

he loved gift giving and he knew you loved books so he scoured every bookshop in the town to find the perfect book for you. he excitedly sent you a picture of the book he bought and that was your reply to it.

it made his head spin with reasons of why you could be mad at him.

calling him ‘jun’ was already a rarity in your relationship, but ‘junhui’? he wasn’t sure you’d ever called him that.

‘are you mad at me?’ he texted back, getting straight to the point.

you took nearly 10 minutes to reply, 10 agonizing minutes for jun.

‘not at all, i’ll see you when you get home’ was your response.

now this reply made him absolutely spiral, good thing he was returning home today. but because of your replies to him he made a few extra stops before hopping on the plane.

when you finally arrived back home from work you opened the door and was met with your sheepish looking boyfriend and what looked like a mountain of books behind him.

“babe! what are you doing here? and what is with all the books?” you exclaimed, jumping into his arms and hugging him tight.

jun was taken aback by your reaction, his mind stuck on the thought that you were mad at him. “i thought you were upset with the book i got you… so i kind of bought as many as i could fit in my luggage to make up for it,” he said, his cheeks slowly turning red when he realized you really weren’t mad at him.

you pulled your head back and gave him a look, “what made you think i was mad?” you asked, pulling away and starting to pick up the different books that were piling up on your coffee table.

“you called me junhui…” he whispered, saying it out loud made him feel stupid, it was just a name, his name in fact.

“are you saying that you bought me a hundred books because i called you by your first name?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow at him.

he nodded his head sheepishly.

“you are too cute!” you exclaimed, giving him another tight hug, “for the record, i’d tell you if i was mad at you,” you made sure to clarify.

“okay…” he said softly, looking at the absurd amount of books, “should i return all of these now, or-” he began to speak before you cut him off.

“absolutely not,” you said quickly, snatching a book and sitting on the couch beginning to read.

jun slowly made his way next to you and laid his head in your lap, getting comfy while you read aloud to him.

hoshi

“honey?” you called out in your apartment, waiting for hoshi to reply to you. you needed help folding the laundry and hoshi was always eager to help you do whatever you needed.

you heard a distant, “give me a minute!” come from your shared bedroom where your boyfriend was no doubt playing video games again.

you rolled your eyes at his response and started folding the laundry on your own, giving him a few minutes before calling for him again. “honey? i need your help out here,” you called again, waiting to hear his footsteps.

but instead you got another, “just a sec!” which made you pull out the big guns. hoshi hated you calling him by his name, he said he sounded like you were scolding him. but desperate times call for desperate measures.

“kwon soonyoung! i said i need your help!” you called out even louder than before, knowing that would get him.

once his name left your mouth you heard fumbling coming from the room and the door opening quickly, his feet slapped against the floor as he ran over to you.

he already had the expression of a kicked puppy, “i told you not to call me that!” he pouted, standing in front of you.

you gave him a look and pointed at the spot on the couch next to you, “sit,” you said simply. of course, he followed with no question.

“‘m sorry!” he whined when you wouldn’t talk to him, “i was doing really well! you know how hard that game is, and we were winning!” he tried to explain, sloppily folding clothes next to you as he rambled.

“soonyoung?” you said, cutting him off with his name again.

“what,” he said with a frown.

“just fold the damn laundry,” you said with a sigh, grabbing the clothes that he had folded and redoing it properly.

“you’re scary when you’re mad…” he whispered, starting to fold every item of clothing meticulously so you didn’t have anything to be upset with.

he spent the rest of the day giving you his undivided attention and trying to make up for making you upset.

when you finally called him ‘honey’ at the end of the night his face lit up and you forgot why you were even mad with him in the first place.

wonwoo

you were out shopping with wonwoo when something caught your eye from the window of a store. you tugged on your boyfriends coat sleeve.

“wonwoo-” you started, but you were quickly cut off.

“try again.” he said simply, making you furrow your eyebrows.

“wonwoo?” you questioned, tugging his arm again and making him stop walking.

“try again.” he repeated, pulling his phone out of his pocket and pretending to scroll on it.

“wonwoo, what are you-” he cut you off once again with a look.

“one more time, sweetheart,” he said, pointing you in the right direction. this made it click in your head and you just scoffed.

“babe?” you tried, finally his attention turned towards you and he showed off his award winning smile.

“yes, sweetheart? what do you need?” he asked, his voice sweet as honey.

“you're impossible,” you laughed, “i want to go into that store,” you pointed at the clothing store next to where you were stopped.

“then let's go,” he grinned, pulling your hand and leading you into the store, “you know if you call me by my name people might not think we're together,” he said as if it was an obvious fact.

“we're literally holding hands and wearing matching outfits,” you pointed out, which just earned a shrug from your boyfriend as he started grabbing different pieces of clothing that he thought would look good on you.

sure, he was a subtle guy, but he wanted everyone to know that you were his.

woozi

“jihoon, i'm home,” you called out into the apartment. you had a meeting that lasted much longer than usual and it was already dark out when you returned.

your boyfriend had been home all day and by the smell of fresh food you could tell that he had been cooking.

you slipped off your shoes in the entry way and tossed your bag on the couch before slipping into the kitchen and coming up behind your boyfriend. you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your chin on his shoulder while he stirred the pot in front of him.

“jihoon?” he questioned, scrunching up his face at the mention of his full name. he didn't hate when you said his name, you just never did. “what're you calling me that for?” he asked directly, not assuming anything.

“i realized i don't call you by name, do you not like it?”you asked, lifting your head up and looking over at him, your arms still around him.

“i don't mind, i'm just used to baby,” he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “or babe,” another kiss, “love, sweetheart, honey, my one and only,” he listed, pressing a kiss to your face in between each pet name.

you couldn't help but smile at the affection you were receiving from your boyfriend, you pressed a few kisses to his cheek in return and let him resume his cooking while you watched from a seat at the island.

“but you're okay with jihoon?” you asked, wanting to make sure.

“i’m okay with you calling me jihoon,” he said, turning over his shoulder to look at you, “but don't use it too much.” he said, giving you a pointed look.

he wouldn't say it out loud but he loved the sweet pet names you gave him, even the ridiculous ones.

minghao

“what did i do?” was the first words your boyfriend uttered when he walked into your shared home.

you looked up from your spot on the couch and tilted your head at him. “what do you mean?” you questioned, not understanding him.

“i mean, i can tell you're mad so i give you permission to yell at me, just tell me what i did first.” minghao said, bracing himself for whatever you would say to him. by no means did you fight often but whenever you got angry at him he would take it.

“i’m not mad at you,” you said, opening your arms, waiting for your boyfriend to join you on the couch. when he didn't come over you deadpanned, “well now i'm mad that you're not cuddling me.” you joked, waiting for him to come over.

he slowly walked over to you and pulled you against his chest, giving you a cautious look.

“then what was up with that text?” he questioned, pulling out his phone, “you said, and i quote, just wait until you get home, minghao,” he recited, “when have you ever called me by my first name?” he said like it was obvious.

“oh! i made your favorite dessert!” you said with a happy smile, pointing to the kitchen where his treat was freshly made and waiting on the counter.

his face went soft at your happy mood and he gave you a short kiss, “thanks, love,“ he said softly, “but your text did not make it sound like that.” he chuckled.

“oh right, i didn't want to give anything away so i called you minghao, was that too mean?” you asked, hoping you didn't make him worry.

he sighed with a smile and shook his head, “just a bit,” he said honestly, “you never call me minghao,” he pouted, half jokingly but also half seriously.

“i’m sorry, love,” you said, kissing his cheek, “i won't scare you like that again,” you teased, jumping up from the couch and pulling him up with you.

“come eat! i made it all for you,” you said with a smile, leading him to the kitchen and plating his dessert with a smile.

mingyu

mingyu had a cold. and when mingyu got sick he got dramatic. he was currently cuddled up in bed while you took care of him.

you would take his temperature, give him medicine, cook him some soup, and keep him as comfortable as possible while you worked from home.

“mingyu, do you want some soup?” you asked softly, pushing his hair off of his forehead and feeling for a temperature.

his eyes shot open and his lip jutted out. “mingyu?” he questioned softly, “why are you calling me mingyu?” his voice wobbled a bit. but can you blame him? he’s a sensitive man.

“because that’s your name, baby, you don’t like it?” you asked, holding his hand, your voice softened at your boyfriend.

he shook his head at your question, he was always ‘baby’ or ‘sweetheart’ or ‘gyu’.

“sorry, baby,” you cooed, “but do you want any soup?” you asked again, hoping it would fix his mood.

“don’t want soup, i want a kiss,” he said with a little mischievous smile, then puckering his lips.

you rolled your eyes, he knew you couldn’t say no to him, especially since he was sick and was on the verge of tears after you called him his first name. “you’re such a baby,” you groaned, “if i get sick it’s your fault,” you reminded him.

“then it’ll be my turn to take care of you,” he said as if it was obvious, leaning up a bit and catching your lips with his.

sure, mingyu was a big baby. but he was your big baby.

dk

dk had been stuck in practice all day while you had a free day. so, being the loving and doting partner that you were you decided to make your boyfriend some dinner. which also included making dinner for his 12 bandmates, but you didn’t mind. you were like a big family.

you were let into the building and made your way to their practice room, hands full of bags carrying multiple different containers full of food.

the boys were all sitting around the room during a break and you popped your head inside, leaving the bags in the hallway.

a few people looked over at you when you opened the door, but every head snapped your way when you opened your mouth.

“seokmin?” you asked, which caused some murmurs among the group.

dk couldn’t remember the last time he was called that name.

‘you better fix whatever you did wrong’ ‘why is she mad at you?’ ‘what did you do?’ different members began to ask all at once to your boyfriend, sending him into even deeper of a panic.

he jumped to his feet and made his way over to you. you didn’t look mad at him, but now he was worried. he grabbed your hand and gently pulled you into the hallway and closed the door to the practice room behind you.

“is everything okay? did i leave something on at home? did i forget to take out the trash?” he asked seriously, thinking of what he could’ve possibly done to elicit you calling him his first name.

you gave him a look in response, furrowing your eyebrows at his rambling. “no… i made you guys food,” you explained, pointing to all the bags on the floor by the two of you, “was just asking you to help me bring it in.”

“huh?” your boyfriend questioned, looking at the bags and then back up to you. “why’d you call me seokmin, then? i haven’t heard that name in ages!” he whined, tugging at your hand.

“oh? i texted jeonghan and told him i was coming over, he told me to call you seokmin,” you laughed, not thinking that he was going to take it that much to heart.

dk sighed and grabbed the bags, pecking your cheek, “thank you for dinner,” he said softly, opening the door to go back into the practice room with you trailing behind him.

his members all looked over and started laughing, apparently they were in on it too.

“you guys suck!” he groaned, “i’m keeping all this food to myself now,” he said childishly, hoarding all the bags by the two of you and trying to keep everyone else away.

eventually he caved and you all ate together, everyone thanking you and still poking fun at your boyfriend.

seungkwan

“seungkwan,” you tried to get your boyfriends attention, standing across the kitchen island from him.

his eyes left his phone and found yours, narrowing in the process. he didn’t say anything so you frowned.

“seungkwan?” he continued to stare at you and you grew slightly agitated since he was seemingly ignoring you.

“can you reply?” you asked with an attitude, crossing your arms.

“i’m just waiting for you to get it right,” he said, mirroring your body language and the amount of sass.

his words only confused you more. “get what right? you’re crazy,” you mumbled, basically having a staring contest with him.

seungkwan just scoffed and rolled his eyes, “my name! i’m waiting for you to get my name right,” he said as if it was obvious. “i am not ‘seungkwan’ to you.” he explained, putting his name in quotations with his fingers.

“are you waiting for me to call you sweetie?” you asked finally, a smile slowly starting to spread on your face. your boyfriend may be a little sassy but he was truly a sweetheart.

“maybe,” he replied simply, his arms still crossed as he waited.

you hummed at his response and then made your way around the island to hug him. “alright, sweetie, i was just going to ask where you wanted to eat tonight,” you grinned, pressing a few sweet kisses on his cheek.

his attitude instantly melted away at the pet name and he pulled you closer to him, “wherever you want, angel,” he replied simply.

it was that easy.

vernon

vernon isn't phased by much. but he does get a little salty when you use his first name on him. he says it sounds too much like a mother scolding him. so, of course, you tease him with it sometimes.

“hansol! can you come to the living room?” you called out in your home, not sure which room he was in.

soon you heard his footsteps and he walked into the room with a scrunched up face.

“yes, darling?” he exaggerated his pet name for you, hoping you'd get the hint.

you spun around in a circle and posed, showing off your new outfit to your boyfriend.

“what do you think? you like my new outfit?” you asked with a blinding smile, posing in a few different ways as your boyfriend watched.

“i think it looks lovely, babe,” he exaggerated again.

“thank you, hansol,” you replied with a sweet smile.

“you look gorgeous, sweetheart,” he tried again.

“thank you, hansol,” you repeated, trying to keep your laugh at bay.

“positively perfect, my love.”

“i appreciate it, hansol.”

“absolutely stunning, angel.”

“you’re too kind, hansol.”

“that’s it, i’m ignoring you for the rest of the day.” he finally said after surveying you for a few minutes. he turned on his heel and walked back to your shared bedroom.

“no!” you called after him, “i’m just joking,” you said in between laughs as you walked fast behind him to catch up.

he shrugged his shoulders and sat back down at his desk, continuing his previous task before you had called him to the living room.

“don’t be sulky now, i was teasing,” you pouted, putting your hands on his shoulders and turning his chair to face you.

“it’s fine, y/n,” he said with a grin, now using your own name back as revenge.

“hey! you can’t call me that!” you whined in response.

“watch me.” he smirked, flicking your forehead gently.

oh how the tables have turned.

dino

this man rarely hears his name from anyone. it’s always ‘dino’ from his friends and ‘honey’ from you.

so when you started calling for ‘chan’ while you were asleep it made his heart break.

‘who is chan?’ he thought to himself, you couldn’t be cheating on him with another guy. right? you wouldn’t do that, he knows you.

but still, once the thought got placed into his head (by no one but himself) he couldn’t help but shake it.

the next morning he was nervous, he didn’t know how to confront you, or what he would do if his suspicions were correct. so while you were making breakfast for the two of you he mustered up the courage to go into the kitchen and talk to you.

“good morning, honey,” you said with a cheery smile, noticing him right away as he made his way next to you. you caught his lips with a quick peck but noticed that he seemed a little tense. “something wrong?” you asked, concern lacing your voice.

dino just wrung his hands together and frowned. “do you have something to tell me?” he asked softly, already feeling on the verge of tears as he looked down at his feet, not making eye contact with you.

“no? what’s this about?” you asked, turning the heat down on the stove so you could give him more of your attention.

“i just,” he started, “well um…” he tried again, “i heard you talking in your sleep and you were calling out for some guy named ‘chan’ and i know wouldn’t cheat on me or anything but who is chan?” his words spilled out of him and he was talking a mile a minute while you looked at him, your eyes widening.

he was bracing himself for the answer to his question, ready for the worst.

“honey…” you said gently, taking both of his hands in yours and making him look at you, “you are chan.” you explained, trying to hide your smile since he was clearly so distraught.

“huh?” he asked, not understanding what you were getting at.

“honey, your name is lee chan,” you reminded him.

you could see the gears shifting in his head before his cheeks immediately heated up. he snatched his hands from yours and slapped his face. he was chan. and he couldn’t feel any stupider.

he was so used to being honey that he forgot his literal name.

“forget this happened…” he mumbled, walking away as you stifled your laughs.

[rafecameronssl4t]

Attention || Rafe Cameron x Thornton!reader

Summary: literally tit obsessed!rafe fawning over readers boobs

Warnings: mention of birth control, swearing, slightly suggestive?

Word count: 851

MASTERLIST (rafe x thornton!reader au masterlist)

divider by @h-aewo

“He’s just so infuriating!” you vent, your voice sharp as you pull your hair into a messy bun, the motion jerky with irritation. You couldn’t sit still, pacing back and forth across the deck, your mind racing. Rafe was lounging in one of the chairs, his relaxed posture a stark contrast to your bubbling frustration.

His eyes followed you with quiet intensity, but he wasn’t as focused on your words as you wanted him to be. “He knew I was going to tell Mom and Dad about it,” you continue, voice rising. “But no, he just had to stick his nose in my business and tell them first!” You were fuming, your hands gesturing wildly as you ranted about your brother’s constant meddling.

Rafe barely responded, his gaze more intent on your figure than the content of your words. He watched the way your shoulders tensed, how your movements betrayed just how worked up you were, but he wasn’t truly listening. His mind was elsewhere, his lips twitching up into that familiar lazy smile as his eyes drifted over you.

“Rafe, baby, are you even listening?” you snap, suddenly stopping in your tracks, hands on your hips. You glared at him, expecting some kind of acknowledgment. Rafe blinked, seemingly dragged out of his own head, and lazily looked up at you, the smirk still lingering on his lips. “Yeah, yeah, ‘course I am,” he replied, his voice casual, as though you hadn’t just been spilling your frustrations.

“You want me to, uh, talk to Top? Tell me what you want me to do.” You huffed in annoyance, crossing your arms over your chest in a defensive move. The action, while innocent on your end, drew Rafe’s attention immediately. His eyes widened slightly, and he shifted in his seat, leaning back with his lips pursed. He watched the way you folded your arms, his gaze flickering between your face and your tits.

“I dunno,” you mutter, your anger deflating. “I’m just so mad at him. I don’t even want to speak to him right now.” Your voice softens, frustration fading into weariness as you finally give up on pacing and drop down onto the lounge chair beside Rafe. You set your eyes on the water in front of you, trying to focus on its calm surface, wishing it would somehow mirror in your emotions.

Without a word, Rafe slung an arm over your shoulders, pulling you close. His lips brushed the top of your head, a quiet kiss that melted some of your remaining tension. The silent comfort of his touch was enough to ease the knot of frustration in your chest. For a moment, everything felt still, his warmth grounding you.

But then, Rafe’s voice broke the silence, his tone a little too amused. “By the way,” he murmured, his voice low, “when did your tits get so big?” His hand reaching down to squeeze. Your head snapped toward him, eyes wide with shock. “Rafe Cameron!” you shouted, your playful outrage breaking through the calm as you shoved him away. His laughter rang out in response, the mischievous glint in his eyes only growing as he doubled over in amusement.

You narrow your eyes at him, though a smirk plays at the corner of your lips as his laughter fills the air. “It’s because of birth control, Rafe,” you retort, voice laced with playful sarcasm. His laughter slows, and he looks at you with raised eyebrows, the smirk fading into curiosity. “Birth control?” he echoes, clearly intrigued by where this was going.

You lean in closer, your eyes locking with his, a teasing glint in your gaze. “Yeah, because you can’t seem to pull out in time,” you say, your voice dripping with mock exasperation. Rafe’s smirk instantly returns, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he leans back into the chair, draping an arm behind his head.

“Oh, so it’s my fault now?” he asks, his tone teasing but his grin growing wider. “Yes, Rafe,” you say, rolling your eyes but unable to suppress a laugh as you nudge his leg with your foot. “I swear, every time—” Before you can finish, Rafe cuts you off with a low chuckle, his hand slipping behind your neck, gently pulling you closer. “Guess that’s something we’ll have to work on,” he murmurs against your ear, his breath warm and sending a shiver down your spine.

He tilts your chin up to look at him, his thumb brushing across your jaw, amusement still dancing in his eyes. “Or maybe I just like the idea of keeping you on birth control a little while longer.” You roll your eyes but can’t help the flutter in your chest at the way he was looking at you. “You're impossible,” you mutter, though the softness in your voice betrays any real frustration.

Rafe only grins wider, kissing the top of your head again, this time lingering a little longer, clearly pleased with himself. “You love me for it,” he whispers against your hair, his tone teasing, but the way he holds you feels more tender, a quiet comfort that you didn’t realise you needed.