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big spoon, little spoon | boo seungkwan

SYNOPSIS. in which ask your boyfriend if he wants to be big spoon or little spoon. PAIRING. boo seungkwan x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, established relationship WARNINGS. kissing (in the dark lmao), one curse word, terms of endearment, just boo being rlly affectionate :< WORD COUNT. 1.2k

requested from anon: congrats on 2k lovely!!! ❤️❤️❤️ for ur event may i please req seungkwan + #6 list one? thank u ahhhhh and congrats again - #6: "I don't think I have ever felt safer than in your arms."

notes: thank u my love !! i hope u enjoy <3 i had too much fun writing this pls 😭😭

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"Okay, so big spoon or little spoon tonight?"

Seungkwan just freezes from where he stood in the bathroom doorway, toothbrush still dangling at his lips with bits of foam at the corners of his mouth. You're literally staring at him like you're waiting for him to answer and that it wasn't actually a rhetorical question.

"Are you asking me𑁋okay, wait." He marches back into the bathroom to hastily spit and rinse out his mouth, before coming back out with determination in his step. "Are you asking me if I want to be big spoon or little spoon?"

There's a playful lift to your lips as you sit down on the edge of his bed, and Seungkwan can very much see that slight mischievous look to your features. He can already feel the heat of the moment shoot up towards his ears, and he prays that the room is dark enough to hide it.

"Yeah, I am. Since, you know, we always sorta switch around every day," You say, nodding with a teasing grin. "And, well... I'm being considerate, as your partner and all. I gotta know all your preferences..."

God, Seungkwan feels like he's sinking into quicksand at his feet. Are you really at his place every day? He hardly ever thought about how often you were here, like how these nightly rituals had practically become routine now. He swears his heart does a little happy flip-flop at the thought.

It all started with movie night dates that bled into you two eating breakfast together, dinner dates that turned into you helping wash dishes at three in the morning, and then that particular comfortable silence that settled completely at this point. Every day, there always seems to be another reason for you to stay a little longer, another excuse to linger until the streetlights cast an orange glow through his curtains.

And Seungkwan knows he won't ever get tired of it𑁋he won't ever get tired of having you around. Not now. Not anytime soon. Not ever.

He runs a hand through his hair, feeling whatever embarrassment he had in his chest start to dissipate and replaced by a rush of warmth.

"Okay, well, as your very considerate and caring boyfriend..." He crosses his arms together. "what do you prefer?"

You purse your lips together, as if deep in thought. You didn't mind being either little or big spoon, but the thought of Seungkwan having his arms around you right now𑁋if you could describe it𑁋felt like being wrapped by a warm cloud, a feeling of pure, weightless security that chases away all possible worries.

But it isn't just about the comfort, although it's certainly a big part of it. It was the feeling of being safe and cherished, completely enveloped in his embrace. It was the feeling of home.

A slow smile graces across your face.

"I'll take little spoon," You answer gleefully, already crawling more onto his bed and tucking yourself under the covers with a little wiggle. Whatever façade Seungkwan had been putting up crumbles completely at the sight. A blush creeps up his neck, barely visible in the dim light, but his smile widens.

He chuckles softly as he joins you on the bed, slipping under the covers beside you. After flicking the lampshade off, he carefully maneuvers himself right beside you until he feels your warmth hit his skin. Then he slowly circles his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to his body, with your back meeting his chest. A low, contented hum leaves his lips as he simply holds you.

You wriggle in slightly, and he adjusts his hold, letting an arm curve over your stomach and the other one under your body to pull you even closer, fingers momentarily brushing against the hem of your shirt. You feel your legs entangle together under the blanket, and you swear the world gets smaller, quieter.

Seungkwan thinks you fit perfectly in his arms; it's like you've always belonged there.

"Comfortable?" he asks, voice muffled against you.

Your chest rises up and down with a soft sigh. "Mhm..."

The moments that pass are purely silence as he continues to hold you. You could probably fall asleep at this second, yet you feel the way Seungkwan's hand drifts lower from your waist, tracing gentle circles on the fabric of your shirt above your stomach. It's light, just barely there, but it sends a shiver down your spine nonetheless.

And then you feel him moving around behind you, breath tickling your skin, before his lips press a brief, tender kiss to the nape of your neck.

Maybe you can sense the small smile to his face right afterwards, too.

"You're so soft," he mutters, but there's a bit of tentativeness to his tone.

Your heart squeezes tightly in your chest. "I𑁋Aren't we supposed to be trying to sleep?"

"Sorry," Seungkwan apologises, but you can still hear the smile in his voice. He presses another gentle kiss to your neck, then draws back, his hold on you tightening ever so slightly. "Just like holding you like this."

The giggle that leaves you is shaky, nervous, as if there's a small, timid butterfly trapped in your ribcage struggling to take flight. He can probably hear the way your heart is pounding like a damn drum right now, but he doesn't comment on it. Thank goodness.

A thought crosses your mind, and it takes you a minute to cave into flipping yourself over to face him. A groan escapes him from the sudden change in position, but he quickly settles. The two of you can't really see each other that well since the room was basically suspended in darkness, but you can clearly feel his presence beside you, all comforting and familiar.

"I like being held by you too," You confess quietly, each syllable laced with your own hesitancy. "I... I don't think I have ever felt safer than in your arms, to be honest."

The sound of Seungkwan's breath hitching echoes throughout the room. Are the walls closing in? He's not hallucinating or imagining any of this, right? He wishes he could pinch himself, but he's busy holding you, and you're the only thought filling his mind right now.

He leans in closer, ever so slowly. He can see the faint outline of your face thanks to the sliver of moonlight cutting through the curtains.

But just as his lips are about to meet yours, you feel a sudden contact at the tip of your nose. You flinch a little, scrunching your nose up for a second, and Seungkwan pulls back immediately with a gasp.

"Oh my go𑁋did I just𑁋" He stammers frantically, cheeks heating up with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, uh..."

"Baby," You call out affirmingly, aimlessly bringing a hand up to cup his face through the darkness. Then you lean in to press a kiss to his lips, or specifically... the corner of his mouth. Close enough, anyway. "There we go."

Seungkwan just blinks, eyelashes batting furiously as he feels you shrink back into his hold. This time, you place your head at the crook of his neck, breathing fanning against his skin and making him shiver in your hold, even though he's supposed to be the big spoon.

"Let's go to sleep," You murmur lowly, and if he wasn't used to how pretty your voice sounds when you're tired by now, he should really get his shit together.

And so, Seungkwan just secures his hold around you, but not before mouthing a set of three words that he knows you can't see in the darkness, but hopes you can feel in his embrace.

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Balé Bruce taking female readers virginity? It can be headcanon or story. Ty!

Bruce taking your virginity ♡

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A/N: I'm so sorry this took me so long, please forgive me 😭🩷 this is like a weird merge between headcannons and a story lol

《Warnings》: smut (obvi), very sweet and gentle Bruce <3

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To say he'd be gentle would be an understatement. You'll be treated as absolutely royalty, touches so soft and tender you can barely feel them.

He'd be extremely honored and giddy that you want him to be your first. The fact that you trust him so much despite his reputation makes his heart beat faster and his cock twitch.

It's safe to say he's not a virgin, and boy, does he know what he's doing!!

He'd take you out on a nice date first, most likely a very nice restaurant. Bruce wasn't usually the romantic type when it came to relationships (if you can even call them that) but he loves you, truly loves you, and he wants to make this special for you.

I don't think he'd go the full 9 yards with rose petals and candles, but it's definitely still a very soft and romantic atmosphere.

Bruce would be insistent that you don't have a single sip of alcohol that night. Yes, you've been together for a while, but this is a big step, and he wants to make 10000% sure that this is what you want. No drinks for either of you that night.

So, he'd take you out on a fun night, have you get all dolled up and then drive around with you for a bit, the lights of a Gotham night reflecting in the windows of his very expensive car. Just something to take the edge off.

You're obviously very comfortable around each other, and he's probably seen you naked at one point anyway, but sex is a completely new form of intimacy.

He'd help you undress and place soft kisses on your skin. You'd lay in bed for a while, not completely naked yet, but still very much undressed. Just enjoying each other's company while the flame of lust and desperation slowly grows and grows. Maybe he'd tell you some of his weird or embarrassing sex stories that he (undoubtedly) had at one point just to make you less nervous.

Sex can be messy, clumsy, ungraceful, and sloppy. He wants you to know that there's nothing to be ashamed about and to always voice and concerns or wishes you may have.

He's gently caressing the skin of your arm as you both lay on your sides, facing each other, as you talk about whatever comes to mind. There's a little lamp on in the corner of the room, bathing the room in a soft golden glow.

He can't help but stare in awe as he follows the light reflecting off your features as your lips move. His hand trails lower, settling on stroking your waist, and when he hears you stop talking he searches for any sign of discomfort on your face but is only met with blushed cheeks and your breathing slightly picking up.

Bruce smiles softly and and gently tugs you closer to his chest, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. There are wandering hands, clumsy attempts at keeping your lips connected and the overwhelming urge to just touch. He'd ask you one final time if you're sure about this, that he would stop immediately if you asked him to.

The second you give him the go-ahead, he's almost bursting with excitement. He can't wait to explore this new side of you to figure out what you like and what makes you weak in the knees. His hands explore your body, caressing and teasing your sensitive spots whole his lips are attached to your neck.

He tugs off any remaining garments you had on and makes his way down your stomach, brushing his lips over your soft flesh. And, yes, he will eat you out for your first time (definitely not because he's a munch and has been thinking about this for months) maybe he'd make you come on his tongue, but he doesn't want to overwhelm you so he'll just tease you and rile you up until you're dripping with a fog of pleasure clouding your senses.

He'll gently ease his fingers inside of you one by one, getting you used to the feeling of having something inside of you. He'll switch between holding your hand and circling your clit with his thumb. He watches your face like a hawk for any indication that you're uncomfortable or, god forbid, in any pain.

And if you end up coming around his fingers, that's okay. He didn't really set himself any goals for this, like getting 5 orgasms out of you in 10 minutes or anything like that, he just wants you to feel good and loved.

If you don't come around his fingers, that's okay, too. What happens, happens, what doesn't, doesn't. As long as you're satisfied in the end, he doesn't care.

Expect to get like a thousand kisses and him telling you how much he loves you every second.

Bruce insists on missionary (it's his favorite position, but only with you) because the closeness and intimacy is very important to him during your first time. He will always have a safe word, it'll be just stop most of the time. It's easy to remember because it's the first thing you think of when it gets too much anyway.

Because, let's be honest, you're not gonna remember rhubarb-vanilla crumble or something ridiculous like that.

He's been ignoring his raging hard-on, purely because he just can't take his eyes off you. You look absolutely divine underneath him, your pretty features contorted in bliss. He's already been making mental notes to what really makes you melt. And then the moment finally arrives and he gently pushes himself inside of you, tightly grasping your hand.

Communication is really important to him (not only during sex) so I'm afraid you won't get any kisses until he's 100% sure that you're okay. He needs to hear you loud and clear, whether you want him to slow down, start moving, to angle his hips differently. This is all about you tonight.

But the second he's found a good and steady rhythm and has you mewling with your eyes rolling to the back of your head, he's smashing his lips on yours. Bruce would lay his entire weight on you, chests pressed together because he needs to be closer to you. It's not close enough for him, but it'll have to do.

But don't think this isn't affecting him, sex with love is way different than the hook-ups he had. He's panting like a dog, messy hair and dilated pupils. He's absolutely drowning in pleasure, reaching the deepest parts of you while your fingers are still firmly laced together. He'd be very insistent that you come together (he's probably the one that has to hold himself back) and he'd stroke your clit or suck on your tits, whatever tips you over the edge.

I believe the closer he gets to coming undone, the more incoherent babbles of love spill from his lips. It's all desperate and needy "I love you"s in between moans and groans. There are definitely night where he was more control, but this one is not one of them.

After he's brought you earthshattering bliss, and he tiped over the edge himself (he'd preferably come inside of you, but he wouldn't mind pulling out if that's what you wanted) he'll lay down with you. There's no rush, just the two of you gently coming out of your haze of pleasure.

Bruce can't ever shut up, which makes him the king of pillowtalk. You'll just take for a little while, make sure you're both okay before it's time to clean up and get ready for bed.

Depending on how deep you're into the evening, he'll either gently wipe you down with either a damp towel, make sure you're both getting some water, or he'll straight up pamper you with a full bath. I'm talking candles, bubbles, lots of differently scented soaps, and ,of course, his arms around you.

It's all very intimate and loving with tons of soft kisses to your temples, forehead or lips. After you're dried off, you'll help each other slip into your sleep attire before absolutely knocking out for a good 9 hours and waking up in the loving embrace of your lover with the sun kissing your cheeks.

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Hope you liked it, anon! <3

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[slytherinshua]

FOR A MILLION YEARS

genre. fluff. established relationship. warnings. a bit suggestive cause a lot of kissing (making out). seunghan's so flirty skdjks. not proofread cause written in a rush and posted in a rush 😭😭 pairing. seunghan x fem!reader. wc. 1k. request. for @blue-jisungs my baby who forced made a deal w me so i would write this for her <3 a/n. i wrote this in like an hour wow i'm delusional and i miss seunghan sdkjskd.

You and Seunghan had always been perfect for each other. Soulmates, as the other members would say. You were so in tune with each other, as if your very souls were made to fit together, moulding with the other without a single impurity or flaw. Many times before, your brains would already be thinking the same thing before either of you said anything. The same was the case for that night.

It had been a few days since you had seen Seunghan thanks to SM keeping him captive in their basement, as you often put it, frustrated at the distance that the agency forced you through. But he was able to come back to your apartment finally that day, planning to stay for a week or longer. He already had the key and number combination for the lock on your door, but he still rang the doorbell regardless, wanting you to come and open it for him. 

And when you did and were met with his dizzyingly handsome smile, eyes shining brightly just for you, your brains were again already thinking the exact same thing. You moved at the same time, Seunghan stepping in while you pulled him back into your arms, crashing your lips together with an urgency that would suggest you hadn’t seen each other for years instead of mere days. Days apart from him might as well have been years; at least, that was how it always felt.

Seunghan pushed the door shut with his shoe, spinning you around to pin you against a wall, getting better access to your lips that way. You let out a sigh of pure relief and love as you tasted your boyfriend’s lips, the flavour of mint gum washing over your mouth as he slipped his tongue past your lips. It was urgent and passionate, yet delicate enough to take your breath away in an instant. And it just never seemed to be enough.

The first time you broke off for air, you didn’t waste any time cupping Seunghan’s cheeks, guiding his forehead to meet yours as you shared laboured breaths, always the after effect of passionate kisses. He always caught his breath faster than you— something about breath control from singing lessons or stamina from dancing helping him regain it. And you despised the fact that your lungs were slower, still yearning for another taste of him.

He could tell how impatient and needy you were as you tried to pull him forward by his shirt. Although he was much stronger than you, he let himself fall from the force, his face resting in the crook of your neck. The smell of your perfume was intoxicating to him, and he immediately started kissing and nipping at your neck. His lips turned up in satisfaction as he heard you suck in a breath, the feeling of his lips pressed against the skin of your neck causing your heart to race and your brain to turn to mush.

Seunghan liked to tease you, letting his lips travel up close to your ear, his breath fanning over it softly before he dipped back down, biting your skin gently. Although you would gladly have his lips on you forever, your patience was running thin, and your boyfriend could tell. He lifted his head, making eye contact with you as a smirk took over his features. You could only stare at him with love and awe in your eyes. Compared to your past partners, there were many things Seunghan undoubtedly excelled in compared to them; just one of which was kissing.

The second time his lips crashed with yours, he was gentle and soft, savouring the feeling slowly instead of devouring it. His hands, which had been resting on your shoulder and the wall, slipped down to your waist, stroking the skin with his fingers in a way that caused goosebumps to rise. Seunghan’s touch was featherlight, carefully holding you and kissing you as if you were the most precious thing in existence to him; because you were. As much as he could never get enough of you or your lips, slowly drowning in the moment— in the taste of them— was just as enjoyable.

Seunghan pulled away first for a change, immediately resting his face between the joint of your shoulder and neck, eyes falling closed again as he relaxed into the hug completely. You stroked his back as he held you tightly, hand slipping under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin underneath.

“Are you tired?” You asked, always checking up on him whenever he had been away for a while.

“No, I just missed you like crazy.” He answered, giving you a reassuring smile.

“Me too.” You whispered, cupping his cheeks for yet another kiss. He giggled at the short peck you gave him, tilting his head with a look of fondness in his eyes.

“Did I not kiss you enough before?” He teased, an effortlessly flirtatious smile on his lips. God, did he even know how attractive he was without even trying?

“Even if you kissed me for a million years, I don’t think I’d ever get enough.” You said honestly.

“Well, I’m not sure about a million years, but maybe I can make at least 50 happen. 60, even? It depends how long you plan to live.” Seunghan responded, grinning at your lovesick expression. 

He had never spelled it out that directly, and you were a little more than obsessed with how spending the rest of your life by his side sounded. He was yours and he’d always be yours. Your heart raced with excitement at that prospect. 

And suddenly you wanted to kiss him again— the previous kisses not nearly satiating your longing for him. Seunghan certainly didn’t mind when you crashed your lips on his again, nor when you steered him in the direction of your bedroom, falling onto your bed with your lips still tasting his. You had always been and would always be perfect for him; the only person he wouldn’t ever grow tired of, for even an eternity with you would be too short.

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[joojeans]

Holy shit ur writing is insane, not to mention &team writers are so few on this app I feel like I've found a goldmine 😭

If your requests are open, could I request somnophilia where the y/n is sleeping with either hyung line or just euijoo~~?

tysm!! and ofc, here you are <3

&team hyung line: when you're sleeping

disclaimer: you should always make sure you + your partner consent to sleep play beforehand :)

k: k's large hand slides under your shirt, seeking to feel the warmth of your skin as he strokes himself with his other hand. he's still sleepy, but it feels so good. the heat of your tummy under his palm feels so good, too. he leans against the headboard, his mouth open in silent pleasure as he jerks himself off next to you. you're none the wiser and somehow, that makes it all better for him right now. his fingers gently grip at the skin of your stomach as the tension in his body grows. he feels good, but he wants more. he slides down until he's laying next to you again, turning on his side to face you. he settles closer until there's no space between your bodies, panting softly against your shoulder. he eagerly attaches his lips to your neck, kissing up and down the length of it as his hand releases his cock. he reaches for your hand and guides it around his shaft, inhaling a contented breath at the feeling. he wraps his hand around yours, holding it tightly around himself to give him the sweet friction he craves. he groans with relief as he starts to thrust his hips shallowly, fucking your hand. he shivers–the softness of your hand, the risky nature of what he's doing, the feeling of your pulse beneath his lips and tongue. it's all extremely arousing. his hips pick up their pace as his sense of urgency grows, yearning for release. his lips kiss and suck at the skin of your neck harder, not worried about waking you at this point. "baby... baby, wake up." he whispers, teeth gently grazing. "y/n? baby." he almost sighs with relief when he hears you mumble something under your breath. he turns your head with his free hand and presses his lips into yours with an intensity that surprises you. you gasp into his mouth and he moans in yours, signaling his state of mind. that gets the gears in your mind turning and you realize what's happening, breaking the kiss to look down at your fist around his cock. you put your surprise aside, looking back up to k's pleading face. "i got you." you assure him, letting his hand fall away as you work your hand along his length. you watch as he melts into the pillows, now freely moaning, albeit softly. he looks so pretty and peaceful when he's being pleasured like this, trusting you entirely to take care of his body. you kiss his shoulder as your hand picks up its speed, adjusting the amount of pressure from time to time to keep him guessing. when his hips start bucking against your hand, you grin to yourself, knowing you've done your job. he proves you right when he covers your hand in his sticky release before going limp on the bed. you pull your hand off of him to avoid overstimulating him and move your lips across his jaw. "give me just a couple of minutes. it's your turn." he slurs dreamily.

fuma: you walk into the bedroom, ready to stay in bed for the foreseeable future, and come upon an already-sleeping fuma. you resist the urge to frown. the two of you had been sending dirty texts to each other all day, aching to be together, to feel each other, but it looks like that's going to have to wait. the blankets are pushed to the edge of the bed–too hot to be covered. he looks so good laying there–no shirt, just a pair of grey boxer briefs that leave fuck all to the imagination. he's on his side with one arm under the pillow, sleeping deeply enough that he didn't hear you come into the house, much less the room. you find the shirt he was wearing on the dresser and change into it. as usual, you opt for no underwear. his shirt covers enough. you carefully slip into bed with him, turning away from him so you can settle into a comfortable spooning position. you'd be lying to yourself if you said a part of you wasn't hoping he would wake up right now and fuck you, but you really don't want to disturb his sleep. he works too hard. you glue your back to his front and wrap his arm around your waist. you close your eyes, savoring the feeling of this closeness until you lose consciousness. / fuma wakes up in the middle of the night, rubbing the sleep from his eyes instinctively. he feels hotter than he did when he fell asleep, so he blinks his eyes open to investigate. he smirks, pleased, when he finds your warm body pressed to his. he tightens his arm around you and leans towards you, inhaling the scent of your hair as he kisses your head. he only gets a second to admire the purity of you inviting yourself into his arms to sleep before reminders of the texts you two exchanged come flooding back to him. he hisses, feeling himself growing hard against you. he glances down, cursing himself for doing so when he sees that, indeed, you're in his shirt and nothing else. that regret lasts only for a moment, though, replaced by a feeling of satisfaction and an all-too-confident smirk. she knew what she was doing, he tells himself. he pushes his tongue into his cheek and starts to grind himself against your ass, looking down between your bodies to watch the action. he lowers his hand from your stomach to your core, lightly stimulating you. he's happy to find that there's already a bit of slick waiting for him–was it the texts? a wet dream? whatever it was, he's grateful. he plays with you until he's certain that he can enter you without causing any discomfort, intent on giving you both what you've been wanting. he pushes his boxers down and out of his way before lining himself up with your entrance. he settles his chin over your shoulder as he pushes inside you, exhaling a sigh of relief. now that he's inside you, he's going to fuck you properly. he isn't worried about waking you now. he lets his instincts take over, fucking himself into you at a slow pace that will only escalate from here. "so pretty." "so tight." he praises to your unknowing ears. it doesn't take long before your body registers the pleasure flooding it, your consciousness returning to you with a whimper. "there she is." he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. his hand is flat on your stomach, pressing you firmly against him as he thrusts himself into you relentlessly, your body quivering from this much stimulation first thing. you quietly moan his name and it only makes him go faster, wanting to hear every sound you can make for him. "it's okay, kitten. you can cum." he soothes, placing a kiss or three along the side of your face. and you do, only a minute later, squeezing around fuma like a vice. he groans and gets a few final, deep thrusts in before he comes undone too, filling you. he squeezes you close to him in his strong, safe arms as you pant together, recovering from each other.

nicholas: nicholas winces as he tries to roll onto his stomach, grumbling to himself when his sensitive erection presses into the mattress. he pulls back slightly, considering with his eyes closed. the goal was to get comfortable and sleep more, but now he's having a hard time thinking of anything other than the warm, beautiful body next to him. you. i should probably just position myself properly and go back to sleep, he tells himself as he blinks his eyes open, his hand delicately brushing a strand of hair from your face. you're facing him, your pretty lips parted just slightly as you sleep soundlessly. his eyes settle on your lips and he fights the urge to kiss them. he slowly sits up, his hand finding your furthest shoulder and gently pressing it down until you're on your back. he smiles at the subtle adjustment of your mouth, but you're otherwise undisturbed. he maneuvers himself between your legs, practically salivating at the thought of you on his tongue. he holds your thighs open for him, needy lips french kissing the soft skin. his fingertips curl into the waistband of your sleep shorts, taking his time to pull them down without waking you, catching your underwear in the process. he places your clothes next to him on the bed–treating them as carefully as he'd treat you–before focusing back on your half-exposed body. he bites his lip. he rarely gets to just drink in the sight of you like this–there's always more to say, more to touch, more to taste. he lays himself down between your legs, brushing his hair back with one hand as he descends on your core. his tongue exploratorily drags down from your clit to your entrance and back up. he hums softly to himself, the taste of you always satisfying him in ways nothing else can. he sets to work–his tongue lapping at your folds, his fingers spreading you open for him, his mouth providing delicious, gentle suction. he is slow and careful as much as he can be, closing his eyes to put all of his focus into pleasing you. it's only when he hears your soft whimpers and feels your thigh twitch next to his head that he opens his eyes, looking up to see your brows knit together. your eyes are still closed, but he can tell that you're awake by the way you whisper "fuck, nicholas." he feels his cock twitch, watching your face as he encourages more slick with his tongue. he detaches his mouth to speak, replacing his tongue with the pads of his fingers. "i woke up so fucking hard." his voice is as soft as his touch, his head turning to press more kisses into your thighs. "so why am i the one being pleasured then?" he smirks, relishing the way you struggle to verbalize yourself through your shaky breath. "because you're my baby." he moves himself over you, his lips finding yours. he kisses you slowly but with such intention, emptying your brain of anything but him. he reaches down between your bodies and pushes his boxers down, finally freeing himself. his lips remain against yours even as he stops kissing you, grinding himself against your cunt. he clenches his jaw to stop from hissing at the sensation, wanting more. "may i?" he asks, nipping at your bottom lip. "please," you groan, needing him to give you more now that he's gotten you this needy. he smirks and pushes himself inside you slowly, letting his eyes close to fully appreciate the feeling of your tight warmth around him. the stretch of him is almost too much on its own, your arms coming up around his neck, your hands in the back of his hair. he seems to like this, groaning quietly as his head falls into the crook of your neck. he rolls his hips into yours, knowing that neither of you will last long. you're too worked up and too sensitive in the early morning hours, but it feels so good that neither of you can care. the two of you make the room humid with heavy breaths and light sweat, your bodies chasing each other, seeking release together. you echo each other's strained moans, your bodies giving out on you before you even feel fully awake. you cum together, eyelids closed tightly in sheer euphoria.

euijoo: euijoo rouses from sleep. he blinks slowly, his eyes trying to adjust to the bright sunlight coming through the windows. he assumes that his arm falling asleep beneath your head is what woke him because he can still feel the pins and needles. he carefully removes his arm, though he's not happy about it. he yawns and glances at his phone on the nightstand to check the time. you've been napping together for about an hour. it's just past noon. he looks back at your sleeping face. you look beautiful, but your features are contorted in such a way that it looks like you're having a bad dream. he starts to reach out to wake you, but his hand stops mid-air. he's got a better idea. he pulls his hand back and sits on his knees next to you while he thinks about the logistics of everything. all he knows is he wants to replace a potential bad dream with a tidal wave of pleasure. he settles onto his side next to you, brushing your cheek with his thumb as he holds your face for a moment, just looking. he feels lucky that he gets to be this close to you, that he gets to sleep next to you. he softly kisses one of your closed lids before shimmying down slightly. his hands push up the bottom of your t-shirt until it's resting just above your breasts, his hands smoothing up each expanse of skin as it's revealed to him. his tongue glides over his bottom lip, craving. he starts at the waistline of your shorts and kisses from one side to the other before moving up, taking his time. his kisses are so light that they would probably tickle if you were awake to feel them. his hands are in fists on either side of your body as he makes his way up it with his mouth. when he reaches your breasts, he presses a gentle kiss to your nipple before letting his tongue snake out to tease it. he looks up as he kisses and licks, watching you in case you wake. he lets his hand caress whichever breast his mouth isn't working on until he needs his hand for something else–the other busy holding himself over you. his hand wanders into your shorts, bypassing your underwear, and finding your clit. he starts to rub it tender circles, determined to make you feel as much pleasure as he can give you. wanting to focus more attention between your legs, he carefully falls by your side again. no longer caged in by his own body, his hand moves more freely–your clit, your folds, your entrance, all experiencing his deft fingers. he kisses the breast closest to him, latching onto it with his warm mouth. his fingertips test your readiness for him, dying to be inside you. he pushes one long finger into you with ease, pumping it rhythmically. his thumb lowers itself onto your clit, increasing the intensity of the simulation. your body twitches in response, your lips parting, but you don't seem to be awake quite yet. perhaps he is succeeding at replacing your dream? he pulls his finger almost all the way out, adds a second one, and plunges into you again. the fit is easy, but snug. he curls his fingers just right as he fucks you with them, his thumb steadily attending to your clit. he can feel your body twitching more now, your juices flowing more freely down his wrist. you're moaning incessantly before you even open your eyes, right at the edge of the cliff he's been working to bring you towards. your back is arching off the mattress as you look up at a smiling euijoo. "i want you to cum for me. do you think you can do that?" you don't know how to tell him you'll probably cum before you can get the words out, so you just nod, eyes wide and breath heavy. satisfied, he curls and scissors his fingers inside you until you're seeing stars, covering his fingers in your cream. he keeps working them inside you, gradually slowing them as you come down. "feel good?" he asks. "you've no fucking idea."

cr. cafekitsune for mdni banners ♡

[anathemaspeaks]

omg…😭 i didn’t know which one to choose from your prompt list but after a while of considering i would like to request fluff 22(apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together) with shoto todoroki??

check out my prompt list and send in requests!

you were comfortable laying on shoto's lap in his dorm, lazily scrolling through your phone while he read a book, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, playing with your hair.

there was something in the air, something so minty - like candy canes, and something so shoto. you nuzzled into his body more, actively seeking the warmth of his body and the affection he showered you with.

he had the honor of calling you his girlfriend for a little over a month now, the both of you choosing to keep it secret because of the amount of gossip that would go around if people found out - and not to mention, his family's reaction.

it wasn't that either of you were scared, no. you both mutually wanted the peace of the honeymoon stage without anyone else interfering (i.e, enji todoroki plus the constant teasing from your friends).

(you didn't know he would always be this way with you - honeymoon stage or not. he was head over heels for you, since the very moment he laid his eyes on you, and that would never change.)

calling you his girl was the only blessing he had in this life, he thought. you cherished him just the same - even though it had been just a month of you dating, you both knew you'd loved each other way before that.

"you know, apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together?" he piped up, setting the book aside along with his reading glasses, opting to look at you instead, heterochromatic eyes gauging your reaction.

you put down your phone too, intrigued by the statement, a bright smile on your face.

"all of them? we did take quite some time didn't we" you laughed, remembering the way you both were practically a couple for months before you made it official.

you loved being with him alone, keeping the relationship private made these sweet moments of it just being you and him so much more intimate.

you both fell asleep on the couch, talking about memories from the days before you both were together - how oblivious he was to the fact that you liked him back.

you woke up to a series of notifications from both of your phones, kaminari's name flashing. you picked it up to check what it was, and why the hell he was spamming at 8 am in the morning.

you yawned, only to pause midway, eyes wide and mouth hung open.

"sho, baby? i don't think we're secret anymore" you said nervously, not knowing how he would react to the picture of you and him cuddling on the couch, your face buried in his neck and his arms wrapped around your waist.

only for him to hand you his phone.

you looked at him, puzzled.

"open it, love." he said, a small smile on his face and a look filled with so much adoration it made your heart hurt.

you turned it on, only to find that same picture as his wallpaper.

well, at least you guys didn't have to sneak out to the janitor's closet to meet up anymore.

sorry if this isn't what you wantedd i wrote whatever came to my mind, i hope you like it <3

[sillyhahasilly]

ermm hello can I order some Caldre cuddling head canons please :3

like do they snuggle a lot, pls tell me I think they would cuddle tbh

and preferably if you think the shoe fits could cal be little spoon

oh ok this is my SHIT

I think that any physical affection they do, like cuddling, goes almost completely unaddressed. there is no talking about it later. they just do what feels right in the moment.

andre wasn't a touchy person with anyone ever until he and cal got really close. cal was moderately touchy, but only with family, rachel, or the other very few close friends he had in his life.

when they started to get really close, could of been before or after they talked abt doing something like zd, but definetly after they talked about how they feel about their world and desires to die/cause harm, is when they started to be slightly more than average affectionate to each other.

prior to this their affection was normal friend stuff. patting on the back, hugs hello/goodbye, highfives, yk.

during a particular deep conversation, andre started to tear up a little. he went right into, "ugh i'm sorry this is so stupid." shit. but cal hugged him from his seat next to him, arm nearest to andre still in his own lap, other arm reaching to hold andre to him. he let andre cry into his hold. the first time either had ever done anything remotely like that.

that was the first crossed boundary into a more physical affection relationship.

(I would be very happy to expand upon the progression of their non sexual physical relationship after this but I'm too tired rn. if anyone is interested lmk. take def ooc cuddling hcs! js think abt it as what they would do if they werent rlly repressed!!)

cal gives andre back hugs. his head rests on andres shoulder and he hold his hands together at his waist. he will do this while andre is working or whenever he js wants more attention. cal is a attention whore for andre and he shows it thru affection

when they sleepover at cal's house, an uncommon occurrence, they share his twin bed. they usually fall asleep facing each other, sometimes holding each other. andre plays w cal's hair, the wisps on his nape. it soothes cal to sleep, someone who struggles sleeping.

andre tends to show more affection when he is sleepy. cal becomes more pliant to him when he is sleepy, but is the same amount of affectionate.

andre likes to hold cal, to spoon him and wrap his arms around his waste and up under his shirt, touching his stomach. he puts his face into cal's neck. sometimes he lifts up the back of his hair to stuff his nose in it. he wraps his legs around cals and connects his feet or ankles together so cal is encased. in these moments it's like andre is trying to get as close as possible to cal. cal loves how... loved it makes him feel. how cared for and wanted.

sometimes andre puts his hand on cals thigh when he is driving. it started off as a joke but never stopped.

when they park andres car somewhere random to just hangout, cal lies on andre from the passenger side and they js talk.

when they sleepover in the same bed and cal wakes up first, he will lay there drawing lines w his fingers in andres skin until andres wakes.

cal gets cold easily. when his hands are freezing, he will stick them without warning up andres shirt or his neck to warm them. andre always shouts, "wtf cal!! and tries to get cals cold ass hands away from him

this are kinda mid im.sorry I'm so tired but I wanted to write something 😭😭 thank u for the ask!!!

[mara-and-its-the-same]

Hiiiii

I love love love your writing and i was wondering if you could write something about jj x reader and reader is very easily exciteable ( like scatterbrain adhd) and talks alot and slowly Kie gets more and more irritated with reader and then she finally snaps and screams how reader is so annoying? And the boys are gobsmacked and JJ especially. I promise i dont have anything personal against Kie i love her but i dont think she would like me very much lmao😭😭

Thank you sm🤭🫶

Thank you so much my baby starfish, you're so sweet to me <3

This started really strong, then I got a lil lost in the sauce, so here you have 3.6k of JJ x Reader. I hope you like it 💖💖💖 r loves dinosaurs

CWs: Swearing, yelling, Kiara being mean, John B's dad is alive because I just can't hurt that poor boy but he's only mentioned once

JJ liked getting her alone. Every chance he could, getting them away from their respective friend groups, with their prying eyes and loud opinions. It was his favorite place to be, alone, with her. They’d been together for a solid while, getting together right before spring break. The pogues wondered where he’d been the whole week, after too many unanswered texts blowing up the group chat he gave in…and told them he was holed up at home, hotboxing his bedroom for the foreseeable future. Not that it was entirely a lie, it just wasn’t entirely true either. 

He introduced her to the rest of them at the beginning of the summer, a little reluctantly since they’d planned a date but forgot to actually plan anything. So with no other option, since JJ had no food in his house and y/n’s a/c broke, they went to the Wreck. 

Unfortunately for JJ, Kiara was working and Pope and John B had just gotten back from helping Mr. Hayward with something or another. JJ entirely forgot both of these things and only just remembered as he saw the Twinkie in the parking lot. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“What?” She pulled his helmet off of her head but didn’t get off the bike yet. 

“All my friends are here.”

“That’s a bad thing? I’ve met them all before.” She had; she helped John B pass his last Spanish test and was in a study group with Pope for their Civics class. Kiara knew her from Biology, she’d stay after every class to talk with their teacher about everything but what they just discussed in class.

“Yeah, but they’ve never met you as my…” he trailed off and she slid herself under his arm, putting herself in front of him, tossing her legs over his and leaning back on the handlebar between his arms.

“You can say girlfriend.” He fixed her helmet hair in a lame attempt to distract her from his shy smile. She scrunched her nose at the tickle of his calloused fingertips against her skin. “Oh right, you can’t say it without blushing.”

“Hell yeah I can.” He kept his hands on her cheeks and moved both of their heads in opposite directions to keep the sun out of her eyes.

“Say it then, Pretty,” she put her face real close to his with his hands stuck to her cheeks, nudging his nose once so he’d look up and she could kiss right under his jaw. She leaned back just slightly and held his forearms. “Girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend,” one kiss to her forehead, “girlfriend,” another to her nose, “firlgriend,” a final one to her lips. Not quite a kiss since she was smiling so hard at his mistake. 

“What?”

“You made me mess up, that was not my fault.”

“How did I make you mess up?”

“By being so damn cute.” He started kissing all over her face, her neck, her collarbones. 

“That’s what got you?”

“You always get me.”

“You trying to put the moves on me, Maybank?” She pulled him back up from her neck by a tug to his hair.

“Depends, is it working, l/n?”

“Are you trying to distract me so we can go somewhere else knowing full well that there is nowhere else?”

He let his head fall back against her clavicle with a long, exaggerated groan. “So it’s not working?”

“No, sorry,” she tilted her head to the side with faux sympathy, he thought she looked like a puppy. “Please? I’m starving.” He braced his hands behind himself so he could lean back and give her room to swing her leg over. He followed it with his eyes with no shame, to which she could only scoff a laugh.

When he finally regained his composure, “Can’t have my firlgriend starving, now could I darlin’?”

“I’m sending you back. I don’t even remember where I got you but I’d like a refresher on the return policy.”

“Ha. Ha. Ha. You’re really hilarious. I swear, you should take it on the road or somethin.” He said in a single tone. They started walking into the restaurant and he still held out his hand to her. 

She laid her head on his shoulder just before they made it to the door. “But you love me?” 

“Fuck yeah I love you.” He turned to kiss her head but it was more his cheek to her head and a kiss to the air above it. She loved it just the same.

“Good, I love you too.” She kissed his shoulder and was glad the heat permitted such skin to show, no sleeves in the way of her boy’s skin. 

“Alright, come on.” He almost dragged her into the restaurant but it was more of a rush to get himself in there.

Kiara was at the hostess stand and smiled when she saw him, the corner of her lip twitched twice when he saw who he was with, once at the hand he was holding and again at the girl it was attached to. Yet she still recovered quickly and kept up the perfect customer service act. “Hey Kie, how’s today been? Yeah? You know what I’d love, is if you could uh, get us a table at the back, kinda quickly?”

“What’s the rush, Jay?” She gathered two menus and started guiding them back.

“Don’t worry about it. Just-please?”

“M-hmm.” She sat them at a dimly lit table in the back corner and JJ helped y/n up into the continuous booth with the circular table. She thanked him with a smile and he slid in next to her, resting a hand on her thigh, warm skin under his rough touch.

“Thank you,” y/n smiled brightly at Kiara and picked up her menu. Kiara gave JJ a look that she couldn’t see with the menu in front of his face What are you doing? He returned it with a grave look, Let me have my last 10 minutes with her to myself in peace.

“Martha will be right over with your waters.”

JJ nodded and Kiara got the hint finally. 

John B and Pope came out of the kitchen with their little trays of free food. “We heard JJ’s bike pull up. He here?” Pope tossed a thumb over his shoulder to the dining area. 

“Yeah, actually-” they started walking away to go find him but she pulled them back by their shirt collars. “But, I think he’s on a date.”

“A date?” John B asked.

“Yeah, that doesn’t sound like him. You sure we’re talking about the same guy?” Pope held up a hand to approximately JJ’s height. “Yea tall, perpetually sweaty, doesn’t own a single sleeve in his whole wardrobe, different day different girl, JJ?”

“That’s the one. He’s in the back…Waaaaiit, wait wait. Don’t go yet, let them at least get their waters first.”

“Who’s he with?”

“Do we know her?”

“I don’t know if you do. I had biology with her. Y/n? L/n?”

Both of their jaws went slack. John B nearly dropped his fries. “Her?”

“You’re kidding.”

“Like she’d ever go for him, she’s too…” John B shook his hand thinking the words would come to him.

“Nice, kind, morally upright?” Pope offered.

“Annoying?”

“No. When has she ever been annoying?”

“In bio, she’d always stay after and talk to Dr. Dyer about literally everything besides biology.”

“Kie, I hate to break it to you,” John B put a hand on her shoulder, “I really do. But I don’t see what any of that has to do with you.”

“Because she’s just so…ugh excited. All the time.”

“As if JJ isn’t exactly the same.”

“They’re in the back you said?”

“Yeah, in the corner. Wait- I didn’t tell you that!” But they already had all the information they needed and were half way over there already.

JJ saw them wave as they approached then put his head on the table with a groan. They saw her try to coax him up with a hand scratching over his back and some nice words they couldn’t hear. And then they saw everything they needed to when she raised her other hand to wave and JJ’s bracelet was on her wrist. Oh, John B’s face said to Pope’s, This is serious.

But that didn’t stop them. “Hey guys, funny running into you two here.” John B announced, extra loudly just for JJ’s sake since his head was still down. He and Pope slid into the round booth on the other side of y/n. She pushed JJ up by the shoulder but his chin was still to his chest.

“Wow, must have really worn him out.” Pope said, followed by a stolen one of John B’s fries.

“Looks like it. You gonna make it hotshot?” 

He looked up sharply to flick his hair out of his face. She pushed it back and while they were so focused on each other the other two boys gave each other looks Oh shit, this is real serious.

“I’ll make it.” He let out a long and exasperated groan. “Pope, John B, this is my firlgriend.” Completely an honest mistake but he was just happy it made her laugh. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t-”

“No, I know you didn’t.” He squeezed her thigh and continued.

“This is my girlfriend.” Oh, real real serious. 

“Took you long enough,” referring to how many tries it took him to get it right, not hiding their relationship. She actually didn’t mind it, she liked having him all to herself. “Good boy,” she pushed herself up to kiss his cheek and he leaned into it. She stayed looking up at him with a smile and the boys were waiting for him to look disgusted, grossed out, something, anything he’d usually do with girls that got too affectionate; but it never came. He was looking at her the same way he looks at a great swell of a wave, like she was an adventure, something he wanted to take on and knew he could. They saw it in his eyes and then, this kid blushed. This girl made JJ Maybank blush, hard.

“So what have you guys been up to?” JJ pulled her closer with an arm around her waist and she leaned back into him so she could face the boys. 

They talked about so many things and she was so animated and genuinely interested in what they had to say. She liked hearing about Pope’s dreams and aspirations, asking him so many questions about his scholarship and what kind of career he wants. John B told her about the theories he and his dad have come up with about the shipwreck and the treasure. She was so easy to talk to and never bored. How could anyone be bored when the conversations moved so fast. Every time Kiara walked by it was something new. Mr. Hayward’s business, Pope’s scholarship, what he wants to do after high school, John B’s Spanish final, who says ‘bon voyage’ the French or the Spanish, how different languages happened, Pangea, Panthalassa, what a fun word trapezoid is, how much the geometry teacher sucked, their favorite classes, the clubs she and Pope are in with both of them getting all excited about the ones they shared. 

“You should come to the chateau sometime,” John B suggested and she looked up at JJ over her shoulder, a silent what do you think?

“Yeah, it’d be fun,” all three of them picked up on his hesitancy. 

“Yeah?” He nodded surely in response. “You just tell me when.”

***

JJ loved getting her alone. Every minute with just her was heaven to him.

Unfortunately for both of them, he was under house arrest in purgatory. 

Pope and John B loved having her around. Kiara didn’t get the hype. “Kie, listen, it’s like having a puppy that can talk.” John B had had a few beers that were way higher percentages than he thought. 

“Don’t call my girlfriend a puppy, man.”

“Sor-*hiccup* sorry, but am I wrong? Pope, am I wrong?”

“Not really, like if she was a puppy her tail would always be waggin and shit and if she saw a leaf move she’d be like,” He turned around really fast and JJ thought he heard his neck crack.

“I still don’t get why that means she has to be over here all the time?”

“Do you have some sort of problem with her, Kie?” JJ asked, failing at holding the defensive tone off.

“No, I just mean why is she always around?”

“Because she’s my girlfriend, I like having her around and so do they. So kindly do me a favor and get the stick out of your ass. Hmm?” 

“Fine,” she put her hands up in surrender then leaned back in her seat, letting them all get back on with their evening.

***

By the end of the summer y/n was thoroughly convinced Kiara hated her. She’d hardly look at her and she’d never add anything to their conversations besides some snarky remark about how close it seems she and JJ have gotten. But she was never out right mean, y/n thought she was just reading into it too hard. 

They were back at the chateau, having some drinks to celebrate….something. Y/n couldn’t quite remember what. She was in JJ’s lap and he was talking to John B about cars or hydroponics, something. She didn’t know entirely but she was nodding along all the same. She was staring at his face, tracing his jaw with her eyes. She didn’t even notice she was doing it until he turned because of her finger tracing the curve then down his neck. He smiled at her, all soft and gentle and pretty. “What’re you up to, kid?”

She smiled back at him just the same lazy adorable way that she does when he catches her spacing out. “I’m older than you.”

“Barely, and that doesn’t answer my question.”

“You have a mole.” She put her finger back on it. “Right there. Since when?”

“Forever, probably.” He took her hand so carefully and held it in their laps instead, both of them twisting their fingers around the other’s like a kelp forest, slipping and sliding back and forth through the spaces between them.

“Forever? Really? I never noticed.”

“Ha- You never notice a lot of things.” Kiara mumbled loud enough for Big John to hear her inside. 

JJ’s fingers stilled, y/n just squeezed them tighter. Her smile fell for a second but she picked it right back up, looser, no teeth, not reaching her eyes or making the lines in her cheeks it usually does. “What do you mean?” JJ was going to cry with how small and innocently she said it.

“Hmm?”

“You said I don’t notice anything, what do you mean?”

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” Kiara scratched her neck then took a strand of hair  to twist around her finger and check for split ends,

“I notice a lot of things,” she slipped off of JJ’s lap and into the seat next to him but let him keep their thighs pressed together. 

“I’m sure you do. Just like the note John B left to keep the door closed! Just like how Pope tells you over and over what his favorite color is! And when JJ obviously looks uncomfortable to anyone with eyes! You notice all that?! Of course you don’t, you’re so wrapped up in yourself you don’t know anything about anyone around you. All you ever do is talk about yourself, it’s sickening.”

“Ok,” she sniffed shallowly but JJ could still hear the shakiness in it, feel her leg bouncing against his. She can do this herself, JJ thought hopefully. She took a deep breath, “Seems like  we know what we all think of me now.” She started picking up the empty cups and cans within her arms reach. “John B, ‘s it ok if I ask your dad to take me home?”

“Uh, yea-”

“Hey, I’ll take you home.” JJ put a hand on her arm when she stood. She would only look at his hand, not his face. 

“No, it’s ok.” He could hardly hear her, something that rarely happened since she’d gotten comfortable with all of them. Well, almost all of them. He stood up, close enough that her arm was flush to his chest. She still didn’t look at him, only facing John B, pulling his cold glare from Kiara to her taught pout and watery eyes that broke his heart. “If he’s busy I can walk.”

“You’re not walking,” JJ tried to get her to look at him. She almost did but then Kiara started again.

“Maybe she should. Learn to do something for herself for once instead of getting someone else to do it for her, like she does every time.”

JJ pulled her to his chest and John B stepped in front of them. “Kie, I think you should go, man.”

“Right, like you guys haven’t been ditching me since JJ started bringing his new bitch around!” She flinched at the word and JJ pulled her closer. “Just make Kiara leave, right?! Not like I’ve been your best friend for years before she came around.”

“You wanna go?” JJ whispered into her ear. She didn’t trust herself to speak, she didn’t want to speak, so a nod would have to suffice. “Go wait inside.”

“Jay, no,” she weakly argued.

“I’ll be right out, please baby, just let me,” he left the end of his sentence hanging and let Pope guide her inside with a nod of gratitude.

John B was still trying to calm Kiara down, but JJ wasn’t into pleasantries. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you? Ever since you’ve started bringing her here you’ve been so distant, you’re so wrapped up in each other, it’s like you’re in your own little bubble and you never pay any attention to us anymore.”

“Could you stop speaking for me and Pope, Kie? Really. It’s enough,” John B sat back down while JJ and Kiara were getting in each other’s faces. 

“So you don’t find her so fucking grating you can’t even hear yourself think?”

John B pulled JJ back, just a bit further from her, “No-”

“No one thinks that! You think that because you’re so possessive over us for no reason! Kie, I’m happy with her, I love her. I love you guys too but not if you’re gonna be a fuckin psycho about it.”

“All I mean is-”

“All you mean is that you’re jealous, and you need to get the fuck over it.”

She scoffed at that, “I am not jealous, I’m not jealous. Why would you even say that?”

“Why would you say any of the shit you’ve said to her? Hmm? You can’t fuckin share. And I’m not asking you to.”

A strange look of relief flashed over her features, but was greatly short lived. 

“I’m telling you.”

“JJ, I-”

“I’m telling you, if you can’t figure out how to act like a normal fucking person then I’m not comin around.”

“I’m the normal one, she’s- she’s-”

Both boys looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to come up with a real negative about the kindest girl they’ve probably ever met, albeit the most distracted one.

JJ hummed when she couldn’t come up with anything. “Jombee, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“10:30 still?”

“You know I’m not up by then.” They did their handshake and JJ went inside while John B made Kiara sit back down and talk to him. Pope and y/n were leaned back against the counter, he had an arm over her shoulders and was finally able to calm her breathing. “Hey,” JJ came closer, slowly, so he didn’t startle them. “Hey, you feelin ok? Still wanna go?”

“Yeah,” she sniffed hard, “Yeah. You ok?”

“I will be when we get home.”

“Where’s home?”

“Wherever you want it to be.”

***

They rode back to her house on his bike. He carried her through the house, just to make her laugh, since she’d been so quiet. 

He threw her onto the bed then went through the shelves of DVDs, looking for the ones he was sure she’d like. “Not the Little Mermaid,” he pushed that one back in line.

“What? Why not the Little Mermaid?”

“Because she doesn’t talk, I want you to talk.”

“I don’t wanna talk, you do enough of that for the both of us.” He laughed a little at her attempt of a joke, but it was short lived once he realized what she really meant. 

“But I like your voice, I like what you have to say.”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah, definitely.”

“About what?”

“About whatever you want.” She silently asked him for something more to go off of. “Here, tell me about this.” He handed her her weighted dinosaur and laid it on her chest.

“What about it?”

“Stop asking questions, start talking. Tell me why you like the squish feeling.”

“What do I get out of it?” He raised an eyebrow at another question but relented anyway.

“I’ll squish you.”

“Really?”

He nodded once, then thought if he looked at her smile any longer he’d melt, so he went to set the movie up.

“Your body is basically like, covered with touch receptors, and when they’re stimulated by, in this case squish, they release oxytocin, serotonin, dopamine, all those. And those are all the happy hormones, the love hormones, aaannnd you love me but you’d love me more if you came over and squished me.”

He hit play then brought a blanket so he could lay down and she could curl into his side. “You love me more than your dinosaur?”

“Is that even a question?”

“Uh, yes?”

“Of course I love you more than dinosaurs,” she nudged herself up to kiss his jaw that she could reach. “Dinosaurs can’t squish me, Silly, they’re extinct.”

(thank you so much for reading, please please please let me know if you want a part 2 and support your creators!!! ok??? (maybe not me, i kinda suck and only realized i never copied the last line over like 4 months later) But comments are like the most wonderful thing to me so if there’s any parts you particularly enjoyed just let me know <3<3<3)

“Of course I love you more than dinosaurs,” she nudged herself up to kiss his jaw that she could reach. “Dinosaurs can’t squish me, Silly, they’re extinct.”

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Saw that you were writing for re!! Can i request re4 leon with shy reader? Reader usually gets flustered over little things like remembering what they like and small compliments! Reader also likes to cling onto his arm even while cuddling!! (yk how buffed his arm is who wouldnt want to)

YES YES YES. oh my god ive never written for leon before but how about start with my good old fashioned favorite (and hopefully you guys like it too) random hcs & scenarios :)

yes, i know how buffed his arm is. i would gladly hold it, too.

please dont hate on me if hes not very canon LMFAOOO, like i said ive never written for him before so hopefully these are alright ahh!

once again, another request i could not WAIT to write😭

enjoy!! :))) make sure to take time for yourself today, you deserve it!

Leon Kennedy RE4 hcs & scenarios with a shy!reader!

warning(s): the usual nsfw that i put in these, yall know the drill

before you two even got together it took a LONG time for him to confess (lord almighty knows the reader wouldnt do it for this hot fucking man with the absolute godly DUMPTRUCK he was blessed with)

^^ because leon may be tough & a fighter, hes also cheesey as fucking hell. making the worst jokes, a tease, etc.

your shy reactions from his jokes made him think you didnt appreciate them, even though you just didnt know how to respond😭, that meant it took a while before he was actually like-

"... Uhm, we should go... get a steak together, yeah? Just you and me?"

^^while nervously sweating n shit cuz hes scared he'll freak you out because of how shy you are

surprisingly to him, though, of course you said yes! just... maybe not as smoothly as he hoped. his awkward ass just kinda saying "cool," while youre twiddling with your fingers and its just a little awkward silence that he tries to relieve with a little chuckle 😭😭😭

honestly, though, you two hit it off just fine when you finally got together!

Leon is a very busy man, though, so being with you 24/7 was out of the question- it was simply impossible :(

Especially if you two were living together, and he had to go on missions, you often felt very alone & sad. Days (most of the time, weeks) of distress, worry, & crying, wondering if Leon was okay and assuming the worst happened to him.

By the time he returns, though, you are wrapped around him like a magnet. You would give him such gentle care, often wrapping your arms around his arm, your fingers clinging onto his upper arm just like glue

^^especiallyyy when you two are in public. when you meet some of leon's friends, you often cowered shyly just behind him with your hands on his arm. He wasnt bothered by it, in fact, he LOVES it because it shows your trust & how comfortable you are around him, which took a very long time for him to gain :)

leon often compliments your eyes. omg.

^^ he would hold you cheek & tilt your face, examining your eyes with a gentle smile.

^^ "Pretty thing, you are. But you already know that, now, don't you, (Y/N)?"

guys guys i personally hc this but when you guys are in public and its super crowded areas he would lead and put his hand behind him, moving his fingers to catch your attention so you can hold his hand & he can lead you through the crowd sjhdjasdjk

^^I personally hate how overwhelming crowds can be, & Leon knows how shy and timid you can be. We love our sweet boy🫶

his favorite place to hold you while you two are kissing is the side of you neck baebhjafsbjsbjkj OR LIKE JUST UNDER YOUR JAWLINE YESSS YOU ALL KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT!!!!!

also, when leon returns home after an incredibly exhausting mission, you are the first person he wants to see, no question about it. despite all the dangers and traumatic things he's seen on his missions, he trusts & loves you enough to feel safe in your arms.

he is a fucking DORK, makes the shittiest jokes and youve just learned to love them <3

his favorite cereal strikes me as either being frosted mini wheats or rice krispies? i could be wrong though tbh

THATS SO FUCKING RANDOM IM SORRY YOU GUYS LMFAO

speaking of food, he would spoil you ROTTEN with your favorites snacks, meals, drinks, anything you desire. and he'd remember every little detail about your favorite foods, least favorites, etc.

^^ OMG FLOWERS TO! he’s definitely a gift giver no doubt

i think he'd like your arms & tummy a lot though :) i can see him give so so so many little tummy kisses and shoulder kisses and wrist kisses and ahhHAHDHAH

you still get a little shy around him from his compliments & how much physical attention you get & he finds it adorable🥲

nsfw:

speaking of physical attention🌝

favorite sex position? fucking missionary. one hundred fucking percent.

god damn.

GOD DAMN.

especially with you two, its such a loving & trusting & pure relationship, it would be so intimate and ahahdjksahj

kissing through the. whole. thing.

also he'd be so sore & tired all the time from missions, he would get so flushed & feel so loved because you'd kiss the parts that hurt him & his scars & you would rub his muscles and djkasjbdasjdnkj

^^ as would he kiss your scars & any place you are insecure about <3

nah yall.... sex with him for the first time- HELP ME HE WOULD;

"Can I--, put... here... inside you, (Y/N), can I..."

STOP IT WOULD BE SO CUTE BUT SO FUNNY 😭😭

^^ in all seriousness though, it did take a few times for you two to be truly comfortable. At first it was very shy, but shit as time moved on? it was still intimate but FUCKING DAMN IT GOT HOTTER

when he has news he has to leave for a mission? he'd fuck you into oblivion until youre just sick & tired of sex (should i write a fanfic of that, somebody pls request it if so-)

hes such a dork, sometimes he makes sex so funny that it wouldnt even be uncomfortable or awkward, just straight up funny

sex would be pretty vanilla unless you asked otherwise. i think he'd take both of your hands and hold them above your head tho🌝🌝

^^you would get super nervous & embarrassed and your hands would try to cover yourself up, or cover your mouth or face from how hot you felt-- he fixed that RIGHT away and from then on he made sure he could hear all your pretty sounds

"Babe, you feel so, so fucking good... you keep your hands right up there, you hear me?"

^^ WHILE HES JUST DESTROYING YOU AND FUCK

yes, i did say it would be intimate. but did i ever say it wouldnt be rough? absolutely not.

^^bed shaking, the LOUDEST fucking noises coming from both of you guys because i just KNOW this man hits all the good fucking spots.

i say fuck a lot but thats just cuz i want leon to fu-

anyways.

[wifeofnatasharomanoff]

gp natasha w passionate ass sex

idk if write like powerbottom mommy reader but if so then that too w daddy kink for nat

but like making love type shit w dirty talk but i’m not trying get bitch slapped n shit 😭😭maybe it’s their first time too, think that adds onto the passion level, idk if that’s enough of a request but that’s all i got

My Goddess

Warnings: pretty much all in the ask, but smut and a bit of fluff at the beginning, praise kink?

Words: 794

A/N: we need to take a moment to appreciate tashakink and natsxwife 's comments on tumblr.

good morning/afternoon/evening/night, i hope your day has been going well my angels <3

You were walking around your noisy house, attempting to quiet down the crying baby in your hold. “Shh.. go to sleep Ali.” you hum, rocking the baby in your arms.

A noise followed by a familiar voice causes you to look over at the front door. “Baby I'm home– oh.” she takes one look at your exhausted face and walks over to you, taking the baby out of your hold. “Nat, you just came home, give her to me. I'm fine.”

She shakes her head in disagreement, holding the baby close to her. “Uh-uh go lay down Y/N. Where's Alex?” you sigh, grabbing the scattered toy cars from the couch. “He's asleep, thankfully.”

She kisses your cheek, “Go lay down. I'm not asking you again moya lyubov.” you smile, “But–” she raises a threatening eyebrow at you. “Fine!” you back away into the bedroom, with hands raised in defeat.

You lie down on the bed, eventually falling asleep.

A couple hours later, Natasha peers into the room. She walks in, quietly closing the door in hopes to not wake you. To her dismay, you end up waking up either way. “Mm.. hey Tasha.” you smile, slowly sitting up on the bed.

She walks over to you, and kisses your lips softly, hugging you tight, making you both fall into the bed together. “Are the kids asleep?” you ask, playing with a loose strand of her hair. She nods, “Yeah they're sleeping.”

“Oh, so...” you trail off, looking up at her, hoping she got the hint. “So what?” she genuinely sounded confused at what you were hinting at. You sigh, biting your lower lip. “Honey, when was the last time we had a moment alone for this long?”

“Hm.. pretty long actually. I'm sorry about it, work has just gotten so busy lately detka.” you smile, “Shh.. it's fine. Go lock the door.” she nods, and locks the door before coming back to lay next to you again.

“Hi.” you say, gazing up at your wife. “Hi.” she responds, you press your lips against hers, gently kissing her. She kisses you back and starts running her fingers through your hair. You adjust yourself, falling onto her lap. “Mmh..” she kisses your neck, moving down to your collarbone. “Natasha.”

She stops, only to pull back and look into your eyes. “Touch me daddy.” her hand swiftly moves down in between your legs, and begins rubbing your wet pussy in a teasing manner.

“Natty please.” she keeps rubbing your clit, hearing your desperate moans, watching how you shamelessly buck your hips as a way to get her fingers deeper inside of you.

“No– darling I need you inside me.” she pulls her hand away, planting a light kiss to your cheek. “Okay.” your hands move down to her boxers, pulling them off. You pull them off, revealing her hard cock. The sight of it alone has arousal rush in between your thighs.

“Sit down Nat.” she sits down at the edge of the bed. You move back onto her lap, sinking her dick inside of you. She groans at the feeling of your spongey walls clenching around her size. You start bouncing up and down on her cock, moaning loudly.

“Oh fuck! You're so big Natasha!” she moans in response, enjoying every little noise that escapes your sinful mouth. You grind against her, pressing your exposed breasts against her chest.

She grips onto your ass, squeezing them roughly. “Natty.” she leans forward, kissing you deeply. You let out a throaty moan, “Daddy 'm so close.” she smirks, sliding a hand down to grab your hips. “Come on baby, cum for me.” she pulls your bottom lip in between her teeth, tugging at it.

You feel your legs shaking as your first orgasm passed through you. She runs her free hand on your back, soothing you, “Good girl.. good job.” she peppers light, feathery kisses down your neck as she praises you silently.

You start moving again, slowly grinding against her. You moan, riding her cock, “Ngh– you wanna cum in me daddy?” she nods, beginning to rock your hips against hers. “Do it.” she lets out a soft moan, filling you up with her warm cum.

“God.. Natty 'm so full.” she smiles, pressing her lips onto yours, lightly kissing you. You wrap your arms around her neck, holding her close. “I love you so much darling.” she chuckles, kissing your forehead. “I love you too baby. I'm glad we could have this time together.”

You smile at her, “Ugh, wait till the kids wake up. It'll all go to waste.” she laughs, moving away your loosened hair strands. “Well.. round 2 before we get interrupted?” you nod, giggling as she pulls you flat on the bed.

[enchantedbarnes]

Uncle Buck • Part 3

Lord of the Pins

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Single Aunt!Reader

Summary: A mysterious text leads Bucky to a local bowling alley.

Word Count: 2,213

Masterlist: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven

A/N: since you've all been so nice 😭 here's some more wholesome content for you. Thank you @sjsmith56 for the bowling suggestion. If anyone else has ideas they'd like to see you can send them to my asks and maaaaybe you'll get lucky with some more parts to this. Wishing you all happy holidays! Thanks again for being so awesome 🫶💖

Bucky Barnes wonders what he has gotten himself into this time.

He had received a text that read:

"Bucky. super inportant meet up. please be there @ 3. Thx!!!! 👋 "

Followed by an address pinned to a local bowling alley called Balls to the Wall.

The number was unknown.

He tried to reply asking "who is this?" but it never marked itself as delivered.

It was now 2:45pm and Bucky has been waiting for any sign of why he was here. He kept to the outskirts of the entrance where he found a small bench that gave him a view to see everyone entering the building.

He probably could have called Sam or Torres to ask if they could help track the phone number but the thought of dealing with either of them today sounded more exhausting than dealing with whatever mystery awaited him.

"Bucky..?" A soft voice called out.

He turned to identify the voice and then stood up quickly. "Y/N?" His face lights up slightly but he's still confused, "Um, Hey..."

"What are you-"

"Were you the one-?"

They both start at the same time.

Bucky holds his arm out, signaling for her to continue first.

"What are you doing here? Are you here to bowl..?"

He scratches the back of his neck slightly, "Um, no, not exactly... I was about to ask if you were the one that told me to come here. I got a text earlier saying to meet here at 3pm but I couldn't reply to it and they didn't leave a name or really much info to go with it..."

"Do you... usually show up to places random strangers send you..? Do I have to explain stranger danger to you, Buck?" You squinted at him with a smile, "Do you still have the text, can I see?"

He grins, "Well, I can't say I've received a text like this before. I did, however, get an email once from a bank director in Canada that was looking to send me inheritance from a long lost uncle that passed away and I'm the only next of kin they could track down. I gave them my banking information so I'm sure I should be getting that 9.2 million dollars any day now." Pulling his phone out he opens the mystery text and hands it to you.

"Wow! How fortunate for you!" You joke back while taking the phone from him. "The bank must have tracked back pretty far to find you.. How old was the uncle?? 130?" You smirk.

"Ha-ha. Funny. And to think I was going to give you a million out of the kindness of my very generous heart," he tsks.

"Oh? That's fine, I have an evil genius in the family that is going to make us millions someday anyways. That or he'll marry me into it, don't let him know about all your pending riches unless you want another proposal inquiry," you laugh and then look down at his phone.

"I don't recognize the number either.. it's a strange area code. Did you try googling it?"

"...No? I didn't know that was an option.."

"Sometimes it'll tell you a name but not always, usually it will just say where the area code is from," she hands the phone back to him.

"So why are you here? Are you here to go bowling by yourself..?" Bucky asks, his head tilted slightly.

"No, I'm meeting my sister and the gang here. We usually try to meet up at least once a month to do something together o--."

"FUTURE UNCLE BUCKY!"

A small laugh escapes from Bucky. He knows exactly who the text was from now. Of course the small one would be involved.

Benji runs full force, stopping short in front of Bucky and his Aunt.

"YOU MADE IT!" He jumps up in excitement.

Realization hits Y/N next, "Benjamin, did you text Bucky to meet us here??"

"Well, you guys said Monty couldn't make it and that means we would be short a team member...sooo," he gestures towards Bucky with wide Vanna White enthusiastic movements.

"How did you even-?" You start to ask but Nora beats you to it.

"Excuse me, you don't have a phone. How exactly did you contact Bucky and HOW did you know his phone number??"

"Please, Mom. I'm a kid, not an idiot. I found his number in Aunt Y/N's phone and I texted him from my tablet."

"We will be discussing this later," she sighs.

"You'll join our team, won't you, Bucky?" Benji looks up at him with an exaggerated pout and big puss in boot eyes. A low-blow to any adult that receives the look.

"I don't want to intrude on family time.."

"Nonsense!" Nora exclaims, "he already dragged you out here- I'm really sorry about that by the way. Please feel free to join us, we'd love to have you!" She grabs Benji by the shoulders and steers him towards the entrance, "When Dad gets here you have a lot of explaining to do, Mister."

Bucky looks over at Y/N.

"Like Nora said, please feel free to join us. Or feel free to run for the hills. I'm so sorry if you had plans already today."

"I had already finished everything I needed to do today when the message showed up," he shrugs.

"Well, do you have any bowling experience?"

"A few times back in the day. Haven't been since though."

"Fair warning, I'm very competitive. If you're going to be on my team, I don't like to lose," you grin.

"Isn't Benji on your team?"

"Yeah, and I got lucky. We had to draw straws for him. Kid is unstoppable. Watched a bunch of YouTube videos and suddenly he was a bowling prodigy."

"Well, now I need to join, gotta see these skills. Do you think the text was his only shenanigan today or do you think a ring will be inside one of the bowling balls?" He smirks.

You blush slightly but laugh with him, "I can make absolutely no promises. Thank you for being such a good sport about it and not filing a restraining order on us."

He laughs, "The only restraining order I'd consider at the moment is on a raccoon hell bent to get my arm," he lifts his left arm slightly.

"Oh, I'm definitely going to need more details on this please."

He laughs holding his right hand out for you to take and both of you start to walk towards the entrance.

"Is anyone else joining in?" Bucky asks you.

"My brother-in-law, Theo, is on his way here now and my best friend is also joining. Prudence is essentially a 2nd sister. Her boyfriend Monty is usually with us too, but he had to drop out to cover a shift at his job."

You both grab some bowling shoes on your way in and make your way over to the lanes.

Benji skips over, "So Bucky, with your super soldier strength and all, are you able to bowl without throwing the ball through the wall?"

"One way to find out," he smirks down at him and takes a seat to switch his boots for the bowling shoes.

"The place is called Balls to the Walls, not Balls through the Wall, got it?" you point at them while taking your jacket off revealing a shirt that says "Rollin' with my homies" that matched Benji's shirt that simply said "Homie" on the front.

Bucky reads both of them and chuckles. You look down and shrug looking back up at him, "It was a gift from Benj. We also wear them when we do other activities like roller skating and mini golfing."

Bucky smiles at that, enjoying how close they all seemed to be as a family.

Eventually Theo and Prudence join you, Benji introducing Bucky to both of them with his usual enthusiasm. Ecstatic to have the super soldier on his team.

Theo shakes his hand, "Nice to meet you, heard many things. I'm apologizing now before I find out how you ended up here today," he smiles and walks over to hug the rest of the crew.

Prudence walks by shortly after mouthing "Oh. My. God!" at you as she greets Bucky as well, bringing him into a huge hug.

You all start entering your names into the scoreboard.

Y/N, Benji, and Bucky declared their team Lord of the Pins while Nora, Theo, and Prudence were The Britney Spares.

Prudence prepares to go up first, only knocking 2 pins down.

"What I lack in skill, I make up for in heart, ok?" She reasons while sitting down.

A few turns go by, Benji scoring a spare on his first turn, Nora trying a throw from under her legs.

Benji excitedly follows Bucky up on his first turn, giving him a quick pep talk while coaching him on the essentials of his favorite throwing techniques.

They both hold incredibly still while they watch the ball fly down the lane. The pins all fall over and STRIKE appears on the screens. Everyone cheers, Benji jumps up and down and they both high-five in victory.

Benji runs back to the benches while shouting to his dad, "Did you see that?! We're sooo going to kick your butts!" He starts doing his own little victory dance.

Bucky walks over to you with a smile. You grin and shrug, "I guess you can stay on the team."

Benji sits down next to Prudence as she looks over and smiles at the scene in front of her. Y/N and Bucky were standing near the ball return, a ball in her hand while waiting for her turn after Theo. She was laughing at something Bucky said and they were both making animated gestures as they talked.

"Look at them in their own little bubble over there. They look so happy and adorable. Good one, Benj." She stretches her hand over to him to exchange a low high-five out of sight.

"I know," he moves his shoulders up and down while wiggling his eyebrows.

"You still lost your tablet privileges for the weekend," Nora sings as she walks by.

"Aw, come on Mommm!"

Benji is on his last turn following Prudence. He already has 2 strikes before this turn, making this turn his chance to score a Turkey (3 strikes in a row) AND get an extra turn if he does get a strike.

Concentrating on the lane ahead of him, the ball lined up in front of his face. After a moment he takes a few steps forward winding up his shot, letting go in his perfect bowling pose, one arm up in the air and one leg sticking out behind him.

Three perfectly spaced out pins survive in a triple split.

His little shoulders slump.

"You've got this Benji!" Prudence cheers.

The rest of you start cheering and clapping as well.

"Aunt Y/N?" Benji asks.

"Yeah, Bud?"

"If I get a spare on this throw, will you and Bucky take me to get ice cream tomorrow?" The puss in boots eyes have engaged again.

You look over at Bucky, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, ice cream sounds less expensive than a wedding to me," Bucky answers quietly to you.

You laugh, "Ok, deal."

Benji grins, turning back around.

He goes through his usual steps but takes an extra few seconds of concentration this time.

He throws the ball watching it curve slightly, it hits the middle pin and left pin knocking them down while the middle pin then bounds over and takes out the right pin.

Your group erupts in loud cheers. Benji jumps up and down while shouting and doing his victory dance. Theo runs over lifting him up to his shoulders.

"Told you," you say looking over to Bucky, "bowling prodigy," you point over at Benji.

Theo lowers him back to the ground. Benji is already listing the flavors of ice cream he wants and how many scoops and toppings.

Nora, Theo, and Bucky finish their last turns with decent scores.

You go up for your last round earning a spare, but it's not nearly as exciting as Benji's.

Joining in high-fives you all start switching shoes.

"Alright, Lord of the Pins, you earned yourselves some pizza," Theo announces to Benji while handing him his sneakers.

"Can we get the one that has everything on it??"

"Sure, why not. When you say everything, we're talking about the one with sardines, liver, and mushrooms, right?"

"No! That's not the one!-"

"Too late, I already ordered it," he joked but hasn't touched his phone yet.

Your usual pizza spot was a block away from the bowling alley. With your shoes and coat already back on you turn to Bucky who is also ready and waiting, "If we haven't taken up enough of your time today, would you like to stay and join us for dinner?"

"Would you like to stay forever?!" You hear Benji's voice shout from behind both of you.

You cover your face and both of you laugh, "Sure, I'd love some sardines, liver, and mushroom pizza," he jokes.

"Yuck!" Benji answers back.

Bucky offers his hand again, you smile and lace your fingers together and follow the rest out.

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Next: Part 4 - Misterwives

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Another one?! Ugh, I get bored at work, okay?!

Another Miguel fanfic 🥲. This time envisioning him as my boss at work (please God, give me my soulmate! 😭).

1. Ergh, I don't really know if I want to write this ...

Part 1 - the protocol

Part 2 - the reveal

Part 3 - the suspicions

Part 4 - the thanks

Warnings: None (not yet anyway ... 😈)

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     His gaze was fixed on her, his eyes tracking her every movement as she pipetted the different chemicals and counted down the seconds for each incubation. He was so close to her that she could feel his warm breath tickling her neck everytime he exhaled. It was driving her crazy! She ground her teeth together, trying to keep her hand stable as she dropped the liquid into the next vial, careful to not expel it too quickly. Another exhale, and he folded his arms across his chest this time, his expression unreadable as he watched her through his safety glasses. She tried to ignore him as she moved onto the next sample, adjusting the pipette so it would pick up the correct volume. He leaned over her shoulder, checking to see that she’d gotten the value right, his breath blowing a strand of her hair against the back of her neck. And that was when she lost it. She swivelled around, pushing her chair back slightly to put some space between them. 

     “Can you just …” She raised her hands, holding her palms out in a defensive stance. “Can you just give me some space? Please? I can’t work with you breathing down my neck like that.”

He raised an eyebrow, taken aback by her sudden outburst. But she didn’t back down, meeting his gaze as she tilted her head questioningly, waiting for his response. 

     He froze. There was something about the way her rosy lips twisted into a pout as she looked up at him, the way her almond-shaped eyes widened in a glare and the way her hair fell over the side of her face when she tilted her head like that. Just something about … her. He moved his chair a foot away, giving her the space she’d requested, and she rewarded him with a smile. That sweet smile she'd always give him, tinged with just the slightest hint of mischief and lighting up the room every time she walked into it. He turned around as she returned to her work, logging onto his laptop and clicking on his emails. He could leave her to the protocol: she was capable of handling it. In the meantime, he had his own work to look after.

     She'd been on her way out of the lab when Hui Fen ran up to her, eyes wide with curiosity. 

     “For what?” X asked, shooting her a quizzical glance. Hui Fen gestured to the lab, leaning in closer so no one else would hear. 

     “Oh my god,” she began, stopping X in her tracks. “Did you get in trouble?”

Her lips were curved into a grimace and she'd always been nice enough to X for her to know that Hui Fen's concern was genuine. Concern for what, she didn't know. But concern all the same.

     “For how you talked to Miguel in lab?” X's brows scrunched even closer together, her confusion only growing with every statement Hui Fen made. 

     “No?” she replied, unsure if she'd read the situation wrong. He hadn't seemed mad at her - not even a little irritated, his lips pursed in thought as he'd studied her. If anything, he'd seemed … embarrassed. She thought again about the tension she'd sensed overcome him after he'd moved a foot away from her. Not because he didn't trust her, but … Well, she supposed she didn't know the answer to that either. She narrowed her eyes at Hui Fen. “Why?” 

     This time it was Hui Fen's turn to look confused. She straightened, her lips turning down at the corners as she considered X's response. “Huh. That's weird. Everyone's usually too scared of him to talk to him like that.” 

     X shifted in position uncomfortably, not liking the way Hui Fen kept phrasing it. ‘How you talked to him’, ‘talk to him like that’. Like what? She shrugged her shoulders, trying to figure out how to end the conversation so they wouldn't start spreading rumours about her disrespecting her supervisor in the lab. 

     “Well, anyway,” X began, inching over to the door out of the prep room, “I'm gonna go get lunch. See you!” 

     “He is kind of terrifying,” she acquiesced, nodding her head slowly. “But, I dunno. He's nice to me. I think he just knows I can do better.”

It had not escaped her notice, how he always seemed more amenable to her suggestions, her ideas. And, evidently, it hadn't gone unnoticed by others in the lab too - she'd already had three people in the lab ask her to ask Miguel for something in the past week alone! But she couldn't look too much into it: aside from the fact that he was her boss, he was also way out of her league. He'd never be interested in her, no matter how hard she pushed herself in the lab. Well, at least she'd already made so much progress in the past six months she'd been here - he'd even trusted her to be the first to try out the new protocol earlier! She started backing away from Hui Fen, getting nervous by the pensive expression on her face. 

     Hui Fen looked up, startled. She waved at X quickly, her brain abandoning whatever train of thought she'd been on. “Oh! Yeah! See ya!” 

     She sat at her desk, munching on her nuggets as she typed up her results. The pantry was too loud today, everyone and their mother yelling at each other in excitement about whatever they usually gossiped about. She couldn’t handle the noise, so she’d usually have lunch at her desk, ears plugged up with her earphones, phone set up with whatever supernatural YouTube channel she’d gotten obsessed with at that point. She’d sneak over to the coffee machine when things got quieter, in the late afternoon, maybe, when she could sit down with someone of the friendlier interns and have a quick coffee break. A hand landed on her desk and she looked up to find Miguel leaning on her table, lips curled in disgust as he took in her lunch. 

     “You really should be eating healthier, arañita,” he  chided her. Little spider. He’d started calling her that a few weeks after she’d started, when she’d bounced into their weekly team meeting with some new hypothesis about the arachnid proteins they’d been working on. She’d zipped over to the whiteboard, research papers in hand as she’d drawn out her ideas and whizzed through messy explanations of the jumble of thoughts in her mind. Everyone else had looked at her in confusion, their minds working to decipher whatever she’d been trying to explain. But he’d studied her with a newfound interest, his hand moving to hide the way his lips had twitched at the ends. ‘Good job, arañita,’ he’d told her, impressed. Then he’d gestured to the whiteboard, no longer able to hide the amusement plain on his handsome features. ‘I’ll need that in a presentation though. I don’t think anyone else would be able to understand otherwise.’ She looked up at him now, her lips curling at the corners in a challenging smirk. 

     “Well, I hate eating and I can't cook, so …” she trailed off, shrugging her shoulders and waiting for his response. He frowned harder, crossing his arms over his chest.

     “Well, why don't you learn?” he suggested, that chronic irritation clouding his voice as he glared down at her. She pulled her eyes away from his arms, trying to ignore the outlines of his muscles through the pale fabric of his shirt. Then she shook her head, maintaining the air of relaxed amusement that always had him making that one look of exasperation that had her stomach somersaulting like mad. 

     “Sure,” he relented, not convinced at all. She was funny, sometimes, the way she'd say something she knew would get under his skin, then sneak a peek at him to gauge his reaction. It was like she just knew him; knew which buttons to push and when to push them. Not like other women with their forced jokes and uncomfortable attempts to flirt with him. She didn't ever flirt with him - well, not intentionally, anyway - and, if he were being perfectly honest with himself, he had to wonder why. She was cute and pretty … and smart too. Maybe she already had a boyfriend? No - he'd heard her talking with some of the interns once, and she'd said specifically that she'd never had a boyfriend. He found himself struggling to understand that, too. Was she not interested in men? No, she'd said she wanted one, in that same conversation. But anyway, this wasn't something he should have been worrying about; she was just his employee after all. Nothing more. And yet, here he was checking in on her to make sure that she was taking care of herself. “At least get a salad or something.” 

     “Oh, no,” she held up her hands, stopping him immediately. “That is a horrible idea, Dr O'Hara. Everything I make turns out both raw and burnt. It's a curse! I'm kitchen-cursed.”

She let out an exaggerated sigh and, just as she'd known it would, that look of exasperation came over his face. He raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes at her, his lips quirked at the corner in question. She bit her lip, her heart fluttering in her chest at the sight. 

     “Oh, um,” she winced at the idea, rubbing her stomach gently. “Vegetables are dangerous. I can get stuck on the toilet if I eat the wrong ones.”

Miguel ground his teeth together, frustrated. 

     “Well, I do like …” she recited a few dishes off the top of her head that she enjoyed eating, delighting in the way his shoulders seemed to slump in defeat with every word out of her mouth. She rested her chin in her palms when she was done, looking up at him with a sweet smile that held an edge of challenge. He rolled his eyes and stalked away, going off to eat his own lunch.

     “There must be something you can eat!” he argued. “Other than … this.”

He gestured at her food frantically and she bit on the inside of her cheek to stop her smile. She tilted her head to the side, thinking about it. 

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Diamond Rings 💫

Bale!Bruce Wayne x wife!reader

A/N: I finally got around to writing this lovely request!! Fluffy morning sex is perfect for Bruce AHHH 😭 and this is also the sequel to 'My Precious Jewel' !! Get your nom noms :3

~Fi 🐝

《Prompt》: the ask is here!

《Requested by》: anon <3

《Warnings》: NSFW CONTENT. proceed with caution. Handjob, edging (barely), PiV, throat holding (???), creampie (don't be like them), lil bit of cockwarming, so fluffy it's sickening, Bruce is a hopeless romantic, change my mind. (You can't)

《Word count》: 2.6k

Sequel to My Precious Jewel ♧

Can be read as stand alone as well though!

Masterlist ✨️

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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The morning sun was streaming in through the curtains, tickling your face. You stirred, craning your neck to take a peak at the time. 8:39 am. You sighed sleepily, turning around and snuggling closer to the man who had his strong arms wrapped around you.

You smiled softly as you saw his peaceful expression, still dreaming away. Feeling a cold sensation on your hot skin, you gently lifted the covers. The hand that held you tightly yet so lovingly had a gold ring sitting on its ring finger. You quickly inspected your own hand, finding a golden wedding band there as well.

You had to stop yourself from squealing like a little girl when you realized that all of it, the wedding, the reception and the kiss weren't a dream. You were officially married now.

There were so many emotions bubbling up in your chest. Unbridled joy, disbelief, and pure excitement. But, you'd decided to deal with all of that later, and for now just enjoy your first morning snooze as Mrs. Wayne.

You pressed a sweet kiss to Bruce's lips, and closed your eyes, burying your face in his t-shirt clad chest. It wasn't even 9 in the morning. You'd sleep till dusk like this if you could. Safely in the embrace of your now husband, feeling each other's steady heartbeat and soft breaths.

A comfortable silence lingered over the estate, safe for Alfred who was probably doing all kinds of things already. You'd urged for him to sleep in today, he deserved a break. But, to your dismay, you knew the man and he couldn't just sit and relax even if he was chained to the chair. Well, as long as he enjoyed whatever he had to do you wouldn't complain.

Your slightly parted lips were pressed right above his heart, gently brushing the cozy fabric of his shirt with every breath. One of your arms was slung over his waist, your fingertips gliding over his back in whatever random pattern your wrist decided to carry out. It was a soothing gesture, making Bruce hum sleepily as he pressed his lips to the top of your head, your hair tickling his face.

His arms tightened around you, making it clear that he didn't want to leave the bed either. He felt like he had been put in chains, in a loving and warm way, not in a constricting and controlling manner. The chains that were your love and affection kept him tied down, sinking into the soft sheets, with an even softer you in his grip.

"Don't ever wanna leave this bed..." you mumbled into his chest. A drowsy smile tugged at Bruce's lips as maneuvered you closer so your legs were intertwined.

"I don't either... never wanna be without you." He sighed, feeling the familiar and gentle call of sleep.

"Wanna sink into the mattress, let it swallow us whole."

Your husband chuckled softly. Lack of sleep and early mornings did tend to bring out the poet in you.

"You can tell me all about that in, say... 4 hours?" His words were jumbled, the heavy fog of slumber taking over his brain. It took you a minute to put together what he said, as your own brain was still neatly tucked in its own metaphorical bed.

The furrow in your brows softened when you understood what he was trying to tell you, and you pulled the blanket tighter around the both of you.

"Very, very good idea."

Soon enough, you slipped back into colorful dreams, safely tucked against Bruce's chest.

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A strange feeling that settled in Bruce's bones is what woke him up. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling by all means, it was just... odd. A peculiar buzz in his skull, that slowly trickled down into his spine. It was euphoric almost, making him hazy about his surroundings but too aware of every nerve in his body.

His shirt was soft, too soft, and the buttons on the pillowcase dug uncomfortably into his ribcage. The sliver of sun that managed to sneak its way through the thick curtains fell directly on his face.

His nose scrunched up as the blinding light slowly burned his eyes. Yet the warming and comforting feeling on his cheeks made him stay in place, taking in the new day instead of pulling the covers over his face.

He shifted slightly, shivering when a cool sensation set the nerves in his thigh on fire. The sight of your hand, your married hand, on his leg, made a fire ignite in his stomach that was so ravenous and destructive it could've turned him to ash from the inside out.

The gleaming of your ring, the ring that he put there, made his heart rush and his cock twitch in his briefs.

"Been waiting for you to wake up." With a sweet smile playing on your lips and a certain glint in your pretty eyes that he'd seen many times before, you stroked your thumb over his skin. Your touch made his breath hitch ever so slightly, which didn't go unnoticed by you. It never did.

You were able to read Bruce like an open book, all the tricks he'd acquired over the years and used on the public to shift his image didn't work on you. They never really had, even from the beginning. For some odd reason, that he couldn't explain, you could see right through him.

"Hm, yeah? Could've just woken me up, honey. You're my wife now, after all." Bruce grinned, a strong arm sneaking around your back and pressing you flush against his chest. Your cheeks were on fire. That word still flustered you to the high heavens, and you reckoned it would for a little while.

"It would've been a shame to wake you. You looked like you were crafted by the gods." You whispered softly, pressing your lips to his in a tender but hungry kiss. Bruce melted into you, his eyes fluttering shut as he lost himself in the feeling of his lips on yours, moving gracefully against each other. With heavy breaths, puffy lips and glazed eyes you severed your connection.

"The sun sitting on your cheekbones," your fingertips traced over his face in such a gentle manner, one could assume you were afraid of breaking his peacefulness.

"And on your lips," your thumb swiped over his bottom lip, which curled up into a smile.

"Down your neck... it would've been a crime to break such beauty."

Your hand settled on the back of his neck and gently kneaded his muscles.

"I'm flattered, though no beauty can ever match yours, my love. You will eternally be the universe's rose, blooming in all your glory no matter if the sun shines or not."

"You need to stop reading all those books Alfred recommends to you." You giggled, an obvious blush on your face.

"I don't think I will." He smirked before capturing your lips in a kiss again. It was desperate and full of passion, making you sigh softly against his mouth. His hands became needy, grabbing at the fat of your hips. Bruce trailed his kisses over your cheeks, to your jaw and down your neck, sucking and gently biting at your skin.

You moaned quietly, your body sinking into the sheets at the feeling of his lips against your skin. Grabbing at the hem of his white shirt, you swiftly pulled it over his head, revealing his mouth-watering physique to you. The hand that had been resting on his thigh up until this point now cupped the tent in his briefs, stroking gently but with a firm hand.

He groaned into your shoulder, squeezing you tighter.

"None of that, baby, look at me." You cooed softly, gripping the hair at the base of his skull and gently pulling him away from your neck. Your hand dipped into his underwear and gave his cock a few strokes before shoving his briefs down his thighs.

Never breaking eye contact, you licked a fat stripe over your palm, guiding your hand down to his dick and rubbing at the tip. His lips parted slightly and few throaty groans left him.

"J-Jesus Christ, sweetheart, your hands really are magic." He breathed out, his head tipping forward just a smidge as you found a steady pace with your hand wrapped around him.

"Only for you, always for you.." you whispered against his cheek, feeling his breathing speed up. His hands were digging into your hips by this point as you circled the tip of his cock with your thumb, his pre-cum and your spit slicking him perfectly.

When you ran your finger over the underside of his shaft, against the bulging vein, pretty moans spilled from his lips as he approached his high. But before he could float on that cloud of bliss, you retracted your hand and left him hanging on the edge. His eyes were hazy and filled with need and desperation as he let out a frustrated groan.

"You're gonna regret that, little minx." Bruce smirked, but there was a fire in his eyes that made the heat in your belly boil over.

"Will I?" You challenged with a wicked smile, making him chuckle before smashing your lips together and silencing any further comment you might've made.

He pushed you onto your back and quickly pulled your nightgown over your head before sliding your panties down your legs.

Bruce's hands were placed on your inner thighs, pushing your knees further apart. He groaned at the sight of your glistening cunt, pupils swallowing the brown of his irises whole. Your naked form isn't something he hadn't seen before, but his mind was foggy with emotions of all kinds; the golden sunlight that painted your skin, the way your hair fell into your face, and that sparkly diamond on your finger making his heart swell in his chest.

You were his, through and through, and he never doubted it, but to see that solid piece of evidence sitting so nicely on your ringfinger made something stir in him; something primal, almost.

His hands trailed to your waist, kneading your flesh, as he leaned forward to be closer to you.

"I'd eat you till morning, honey, but I need to be inside you." You could tell that he was trying to hide the urgency and need in his voice, blanketing it in a soft and loving tone.

"I need you inside. Please, my love." You begged needily, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him in until his dick was prodding at your entrance.

"Besides," you whispered when his head found its place in the crook of your neck,"you can always have me for breakfast later."

With an amused huff, he slowly pushed inside of you, filling you up delightfully.

"You'll be the death of me." Bruce groaned, intertwining your fingers on both hands and pressing his forehead to yours.

Your beautiful moans echoed softly in the bedroom when he started to slowly thrust his hips into yours.

The movement knocked the breath from your lungs every single time, your nerves tingling with a sizzling fire that crawled up your spine. He sped up his thrusts, moaning and groaning against your lips.

You pressed your hand against his chest to slow him down again.

"Slow, slow... wanna feel every part of you."

You could've sworn you heard the faintest whimper escape his throat, gripping your hands tighter has his cock dragged along your walls. You could feel every ridge and bump, your head lolling to the side in bliss.

With languid and deep thrusts, Bruce continued to bring the both of you to the edge of your ecstasy. As your moans got louder, you reached for the hand with his ring on it and gently placed it around your neck.

Your husband shifted his weight so he wouldn't fall on top of you, but there was a hint of concern in his eyes. You placed your ringed hand on top of his and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

You just wanted him to gently hold your throat, wanting to feel the cold metal against your burning skin.

"You won't hurt me, I promise. Jus' need you to hold me- fuck!" You cried out at a particularly deep thrust, squeezing your eyes shut and digging your nails into the back of Bruce's hand.

"Look at you. My pretty fucking wife. All mine. I made you mine, and everyone knows. They just need to look at that pretty diamond ring on your finger." His voice dropped an octave, and his words were almost a growl as he plunged in and out of you.

"You're s'good to me, honey. The perfect husband f'me." You moaned, your lips clumsily brushing against his as he panted on top of you.

"God, I love you." He grunted, his movement becoming sloppy as he was nearing his climax. You could feel the bliss gnawing at your limbs as well. Bruce trailed his hand between your bodies and circled your puffy clit, which only made you succumb to the pleasure faster.

"F-Fuck- oh my god, I'm so close!" You almost screeched, trying to ground yourself with him in any way you could.

"Come f'me, yeah?" He heaved, struggling to get the words out between his groans. Any more moans and cries were muffled as his lips greedily found yours, the tip of his cock hitting that spongy spot inside of you over and over again.

With a a strategic swipe over your clit and a well timed thrust, your orgasm crashed into you, jumbled 'I love you's falling from your lips as Bruce spilled inside of you with your name on his lips. The hand around your throat tightened only a little bit, prolonging your high that much longer as bliss clouded your brain.

Bruce gently lowered himself on top of you, steadying his breathing against your chest. You were catching your breath as well, tracing patterns on his bare back. He was still nestled deep inside of you. He rolled the two of you over so you were on top of him, your cheek pressed against his shoulder as you relaxed in his arms.

"I love you so much." You mumbled, eyes falling shut. You didn't know what time it was, but it didn't matter to you. You had nowhere to be except right here, snuggled against your husband.

"I love you too, sweetheart. Are you alright? D'you need anything?" he asked softly, pressing kisses to the top of your head.

"Hm, no. Jus' wanna stay like this. Maybe take a nap." You yawned, making Bruce chuckle.

"Do you need anything?" You questioned in return, placing a kiss to

his shoulder. "I could use a nap as well." He laughed softly, pulling the covers over the both of you.

"Good. Cus' I'm not getting up." You sighed, letting yourself be loved by him. His hands lazily ran through your hair, lulling you to sleep.

"Sweet dreams, baby." He whispered against your hairline, coaxing a sleepy smile onto your lips.

"You too, my love."

Both of you drifted off with the sun high up in the sky, not a care in the world that it was well past noon. Your hearts beating in sync, your soft breathing mimicking each other and connected deeper and closer as ever, the bonds of your love shinning in the dwindling sunlight with your hands intertwined.

If Bruce could make you wear his heart, he would, but for now the diamond ring would have to do.

You were his and he was yours. The perfect balance of love.

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THOUGHTS!!! WE NEED YOUR THOUGHTS ABT YUJIN FROM THE TEASER— its making me FEEL things its crazy 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 oh god 🧎

kinda late to this ask considering it's been days BUT I AM CONVINCED THAT I WILL NEVER GET OVER EITHER WAY YUJ...

maybe i just miss summer but that pool behind yuj in her teaser photo just made me think.. being a bit of a crazy pair of bffs together n getting yourselves into trouble just for the fun of it :(((( like sneaking into the public at night, somehow avoiding detection from the security guards around the outside of the pool,, giggling as the two of you entered the completely empty pool,,, and then yujin says she wants to go skinny dipping but doesn't even wait for you to agree with her bcs she suddenly just starts pulling off her clothes 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

"are you just gonna stand there?" she asks as ruffled her hair a little, grinning at you bcs you were totally checking her out.. but how could you not⁉️⁉️

"i-i... uh—"

"here." yujin grabs the hem of your shirt, tugging on it lightly and raising her eyebrow at you,, msmdhsjcjskx you let her strip you down until you were as naked as she was,,

"damn, (y/n)." yujin teased, poking your stomach,, you rolled your eyes, covering up your chest with your arms bcs 1) it was cold, 2) your best friend was staring at you like she wanted to eat you, 3) you wanted to crawl in hole—you have never been naked in front of your best friend before!! ☹️☹️

"we're gonna get sick, y'know..."

"yeah. awesome."

and then she fucking pushes you into the pool 😭😭 your yelp getting cut off by a loud splash, and there's yujin cracking the fuck up as you came back up the surface gasping for air... see, you would be mad if it were anyone else considering swimming was one of your weak points.. but seeing your best friend smile like that was nearly worth drowning! as bad as that sounds 😭

ofc you weren't going to let her get away with what she did so while she was hunched over laughing at you, you grabbed her arm and pulled her into the water with you 😭 yujin is silly so she pretends that she's struggling to come back up, making you panic and try to grab her but then she takes a hold of your waist and pulls you down underwater sjdbdjfjs,,, there was a lot of pushing and not-so-subtle groping and it wasn't until you ended up putting your hands on her shoulders that she pulled you close and brought the two of you back up on the surface,,

you brushed her wet hair away from her face, cupping her cheeks with your hands.. your heart melting as she smiled widely at you... omgomg yujin leaning in to kiss you before you could say anything :((( the kiss being desperate and sloppy but at the same time being so passionate that you felt your chest burning with desire,,, attempting to pull away bcs it didn't feel right kissing your best friend but yujin keeps you in place, whispering "it's okay" against your lips before kissing you again :((( AAAKCKCC SHE WOULD BE A GOOD KISSER I JUST KNOW IT... (actually i do know cuz she's my girlfriend—) wrapping your arms around her neck and fully melting into her lips?? feeling only warmth despite being in the water??

only the smacking of both of your lips and your moans being heard in the area... until yujin had your back pressed up against the nearest side of the pool, your moans now getting louder bcs she had started kissing down your neck and pressing her thigh against your bare cunt underwater 😵‍💫 holding yourself still on her thigh while yujin has her way with you—marking you up, slowly guiding your hips and making you grind against her... oh she was too good at this 🫠🫠🫠

"you wan' me to fuck you right here, (y/n)?" she was asking after leaving a pretty big hickey right underneath your jawline... you took her by surprise when you shook your head, immediately making her snap out of a state and removing her thigh from between your legs... "crap. i should've known. s-sorr—" shddjfjksf kissing her again to shut her up bcs she didn't let you talk first 😭😭

pulling away from her without a word and climbing out of the pool all of a sudden?? leaving her in the water confused and shit but then you sat down on the edge of the pool facing her... and you opened up your legs, giving yujin a full view of your pretty pussy,, 😵‍💫 "come here. this is what i want you to do." you were saying,,, oh god it drove yujin insane 🫠🤭 she has always dreamed of times like this!

yujinnie coming closer and wasting no time putting her lips on your folds... and you're blushing so hard hearing her moan in pleasure bcs of how you tasted on her tongue,, "always knew you'd be delicious..." yujin says, putting her hands in between your thighs and keeping them open before completely diving right in,,, you didn't bother to cover up the sounds that left your mouth,, every lick, every suck, and every gentle nibbling on your clit had your mind reeling,,, having to hold onto yujin's head for support and accidentally pulling her hair too hard,,,

"sorry, i j-just—fuck, yujin... s-so good..."

yujinnie smiling up at you, "it's okay. i like it." she said before inserting her tongue inside your cunt, all while keeping eye contact,, her eyes shining when she sees you throw your head back in pleasure,, pushing her head in further,, she works her tongue inside you until you were falling apart in front of her,,, spurting your juices all over her face, which of course yujin diligently lapped up, finding your taste your sweet...

"i told you breaking in here would be worth it." yujin says after a while,, the two of you now laying down on the cold and wet tiled floor 😭😭

"if you wanted to fuck me, you could've just asked. we didn't have to commit b and e—"

"oh, shush, (y/n). i'm adventurous."

and that's why she's your bff ☹️🥰💞

[stevenssticks]

bae it’s so early in the morning and i’m up thinking too much :/ can you write comfort sex with kirk when you get a chance? i feel like i could go 10 years without therapy if i had that 😭 also LOVE YOU P <3

this is so :((((( this one i’m thinking you’re both roommates going thru breakups. you’re both so touch starved and just need to feel someone else’s skin against your own, which is how you ended up here.

you’re laid flat on your stomach, hands interlocked with kirk’s as he grinds into you, literally laid on top of you, wanting to be as close as he possibly could get. he’s kissing your neck, moaning in your ear and neither of you are saying a word to each other. just enjoying the feeling of the two of you moving together and grinding into each other like your bodies were made to be like this. kirk squeezes your hands tighter when you yelp as he hits that spot inside you, telling you “you’re okay, baby,” the first sentence either of you had said this whole night.

you remove your hands and tap his hips so he can pull out, turning over so you can see him. kirk slides back into you, pressing back up against you and cupping your face in his hands. he kisses you so sweetly, so full of love.

when you cum, you cum together. it’s drawn out and slow and your brain melts from the intense pleasure. you stay pressed together, breathing each other in as you come down slowly. kirk rolls beside you, urging you to come close and you fall asleep in each others arms, more content than you’ve felt in months.

[gyubasevin]

zerobaseone as romance tropes :)

pairing; zerobaseone x reader

warnings; lowercase intended, hao's is veerryyyy suggestive

genre; mostly fluff!! a little angst

notes; when i tell u i have been writing this for like a week+ now i’m sick and tiredddd 😭 i’m so happy w all of them though!!! i’m sorry if gunwook and yujins are kind of ass bc i really just wanted to get this writing over with 😭 the quote before also if just regarding the trope itself!!! THANK YOU and i hope u enjoy <3

zhang hao - forbidden love

"if it's so wrong then why does it feel so good?"

you had lost count of just how many days out of the week you ended up this way, but here you were again, tangled up in hao's sheets, sweat dripping down your face as the two of you had just finished up. this moment was all too familiar to you, the look on the sweet boys face as he stared down at you, the musky smell in the room the two of you had created filling your nostrils, your senses felt overwhelmed by him as your entire body shook a bit. hao never was the best with words but you knew exactly how he felt, you didn't need him to speak to see the way tears began to well up in his eyes as he looked at you, waiting for you to say something, searching for some kind of an answer.

both of you struggled to find any words though, now was the time you both sat in silence as the air filled with regret and longing. you both knew that you shouldn't be here right now. as much as it hurt you just couldn't let him go so you always came knocking on his door yet again, it wasn't you're fault that he always opened it, or that he always slowly trailed his fingertips up your thigh while you were sitting there talking.

by time you snapped out of your thoughts hao had buried his face in your neck, "im sorry" he mumbled and you could feel the wet patches growing on the pillow under your head, he was crying. "shh.. i know." you comforted him instinctively, wrapping your arms up around him and playing with the hair on the back of his head as you teared up yourself. "i love you, hao. more than words." you hummed quietly in his ear. his grip tightened around you as you just held each other for the rest of the night, somehow managing to slip out of his grip and out the door before he woke up the next morning.

sung hanbin - brothers best friend

"don't worry, i won't tell him how you really feel about me."

"oh god!" you yelped softly, a hand quickly covering your eyes as you come to realize what exactly you just saw. "what kind of person showers and doesn't lock the door?!" you yelled in a panic, you had just arrived home from spending time with some friends and hadn't realized that your brother taerae had some company over. unfortunately it wasn't just any company either, it was his best friend of many years, they grew up together. when you were all younger hanbin would always stay over and he just treated you like his own annoying little sibling, teasing you the same way taerae would but since you had gotten older the two of you don't speak much at all. your interactions mostly consisted of you staring at his handsome face from afar, he wasn't the cutest when you were kids but he grew up well, a little too well.

that is until right now, when you had just walked in the bathroom on the older boy wearing only a towel around his waist and running his hands through his hair in the mirror. "what kind of person just busts in the bathroom without knocking?" hanbin shoots back at you although he is nowhere near as panicked as you are, he doesn't even seem to have really cared, "and why are you still standing here?" you just then realized as you heard his words. you were just standing there with the door hung open, maybe just secretly peaking at him through your fingers. your face was bright red, why were you just standing there?

you slowly lowered your hand from your face as you stared at him in the mirror, not really knowing what to do or say even though you knew that by now you should be running away. hanbin couldn't help the sly smirk that made its way to his pink lips, "i'm so telling taerae." you couldn't even react before he darted past you towards your older brothers room, leaving you stood stuttering. taerae always hated the idea of you and hanbin being alone so he wouldn't love this.

kim jiwoong - forced proximity

“you can stop acting now, they already called cut.”

who would have thought that you would be in this position? finally having almost completely wrapped up filming for the drama you had been casted as a lead in a few months prior. although the position you were referring to was your current one, sat down in your dressing room as you stared at your co-star kim jiwoong in the mirror in front of you both, casually touching up your makeup still. current one that consisted of you sitting in front of the mirror in your dressing room, looking back at your co-lead kim jiwoong. the relationship between the two of you was.. complicated to say the least. when you first started filming and met you absolutely could not stand the boy who’s reflection was so clear to you in this very moment. jiwoong always seemed to just care about himself, too cocky for his own good and nothing but a smartass most of the time, he swore it was just how he messed around but you never could find it very funny. you could easily remember how it started but you couldn’t seem to remember where those feelings started to become blurry. when had you started seeing him in a different light?

it was probably halfway through filming, a month or two ago, when you finally realized that maybe you didn’t dislike jiwoong as much you once did. the way you would look at him felt different, the way he would wrap his hands around your waist for a scene started to feel more personal, more so the way your lips would linger a few seconds, begging his to come back if for only another second became more of a sinking feeling in your stomach even after the cameras had stopped rolling. conveniently enough the drama you two were in was about falling in love with your boss/coworker.. funny huh? at first you resented to be around jiwoong but in this moment all you could feel were butterflies and chills down your spine, begging him to stay. you were snapped out of your thoughts as he cleared his throat behind you, forgetting that you had yet to even say anything to him since he walked in even though you were staring right at him.

you panicked a bit and dropped the makeup brush you had been holding on the table as you spun around in your chair to face him, “sorry! is everything okay?” you asked in a slightly squeaky voice, jiwoong never came to see you, you really never saw each other unless you were actually working at the moment. he just raised his eyebrows as he was surprised to see your reaction, “sorry i didnt meant to scare you-“ he put a hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing. regardless of how you felt on the inside, you had no idea how jiwoong felt so you kept up the kind of annoyed act whenever he was around, you rolled your eyes and spun back around to look at yourself in the mirror, touching up your hair, “if you only came to laugh at me then i will just see you later.” you avoided eye contact with him, focusing really hard on your hair. he chuckled a bit and took a step closer to you, resting his hands on the back of your chair, “of course that’s not why i came,” he began, “the director just came and asked me to pass on the message, our scene from yesterday ended up being no good so we are gonna have to film it again before we start today..” he hummed quietly. your eyes opened a little too wide, hating the idea of filming it again. the scene was one where the two characters finally confess their feelings to one another and at the end things end up getting pretty.. hot. you could barely stop yourself from going crazy the first time. “although im sure you don’t mind at all huh?” you hadn’t even noticed he had leaned down to whisper in your ear until you heard him, his eyes felt as if they were searing into your skin in the mirror. “what- of course i do-“ you began to ramble defenses before you were cut off, “filming starts in 10.” he winked at you in the mirror before turning his back stopping at the door to turn and say one last thing before he disappeared out of your sight, leaving your jaw on the floor nearly, “oh and this time, try not to leave so many marks on my neck, my makeup artist just had to really work for her salary.”

kim taerae - highschool sweethearts

“other people wait their entire lives, how did i get so lucky to find you early?”

“taerae pleeaasseeee” you dramatically whined as you rolled around on your boyfriends bed, he had been sitting at his desk “finishing up” his work since you had come over straight after school. “baby, i told you i’ll come lay with you as soon as i’m done.” he sighed softly, feeling bad but knowing he needed to get his work done. you and taerae had been together a since you were freshman in highschool, now sophomore in college together. he was your first boyfriend ever and you wouldn’t have had it any other way. the two of you had met through your mutual friend park hanbin, when you think about taerae that young it still makes you giggle a little bit. he definitely had a glow up, when you met he was a chubbier kid with glasses and the cutest dimples you had ever seen, by time you graduated the entire female population was drooling over him. he was always so sweet, letting you use his mechanical pencils when you lost yours since he knew you hated the wood ones, or making sure to leave little notes in your shared locker to surprise you when he got the chance considering you were always attached at the hip, it was something straight out of a movie. you did argue every here and there but who didn’t?

you couldn’t help but sit and daydream over your own boyfriend, quite literally giggling and kicking your feet. “what are you laughing at?” taerae turned in his chair to tilt his head at you, a sweet closed mouth smile on his face. you sat up in your spot on the bed rather quickly as you shook your head, “oh nothing… are you don’t yet?” you pouted just a little bit at him. he gave you an apologetic look as he glanced between you and the computer on his desk a few times. “please?” you huffed, “just take a break, i miss you.” he couldn’t help the full smile that made its way to his face, “you miss me when i’m sitting right in front of you?” he laughed quietly but got up out of his seat, a smile coming to your own face now as you realized he was finally giving in. “of course, i miss your…” you searched up and down his body, your eyes landing on one of your favorite features of his, “..lips.” he had finally made it to the edge of the bed near where you were, you couldn’t help but reach up and cup his cheeks, pulling him down to attach your lips in a sweet kiss which he happily returned, climbing into the bed next to you. you repositioned yourselves a bit to lay comfortably, lay laid on his back and opened his arms for you, obviously you accepted the invitation and rested your head on his chest.

“don’t you ever get tired of me?” he joked with you as he began to run his fingers through your hair, even though the two of you had been inseparable for around 6 years now, the true answer was no. “tired? of you?” you looked up at him as if he was insane, “no way, i’m the luckiest person alive to have you.” you said sweetly as you reached your hand up to rest on his cheek, caressing it with your thumb as you stared into his eyes. “i love you” he mumbled softly, still making your heart melt as if it was the first time. you leaned in to kiss the dimple on his left cheek before kissing his lips again lovingly. “i love you more.”

seok matthew - right person, wrong time

“it will always be you, it always has been.”

seok matthew.. a name that made your heart well up with love as well as sink to your stomach with sorrow. you were overwhelmed with different emotions as you were sat silently in his passenger seat on the way to the airport. your head hang low as you gripped onto his hand for what felt like dear life, wishing that the car wasn’t moving so fast, that there wasn’t a boarding time for the plane you needed to catch, that you could stay here in his car for the rest of time. originally from and working in canada where you had met matthew to being with, you had received a once in a lifetime job offer in the states. of course matthew understood, he wanted nothing but the best for you and he knew that you would be a fool to pass up this opportunity. as much as you loved one another, you knew with how busy you would be and stressed as it is that it would be best if the two of you took a break for now, knowing you wouldn’t be able to keep up with him and give him the love and affection he needed.

your eyes squeezed shut as you finally felt the car come to a stop, ready to drop you off, hoping that if you squeezed hard enough once you opened them you would be back at matthews apartment, head on his chest and waking up from what currently felt like a nightmare. you could feel the tears well up in your eyes as he squeezed your hand, “well.. this is it..” he mumbled softly, not really knowing what else to say. you looked over at him and bit your lip softly as you tried to hold the tears in, “i love you..” you whispered in the dead silent car despite all of the airport sounds around. “i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you-“ you began to repeat yourself as you leaned over, turning him to face you and planting kisses all over his face. you hadn’t even notice the tears start to fall, this was the hardest decision you have ever had to make. matthew was pretty good at holding himself together, just enjoying the kisses as he was given them before he finally rested his hands on your face to stop you, “i know. i know you do, baby,” he mumbled softly as he leaned in to kiss your lips sweetly, tasting the salty tears that belonged to you after he pulled away. you were surprised you could see his own tears coming into the scene, “i love you, too.” he whispered sweetly.

you would miss matthew more than you could even really begin to say. you both knew deep down that this wouldn’t be the end for the two of you, nobody could make you feel the way that he did, it was unlikely you would even date after him, that is until you meet again. “please find me, y/n.” you could hear the break in his voice, of course neither of you had any idea when or where it would be that you met again but you couldn’t wait for the day to come. “i promise.” you nodded as you rested your forehead again his, just savoring the way his skin felt against yours, the way his scent filled your nose one last time.

ricky - the one that got away

“please? i swear i’d never let you go again.”

when you had first heard of boys planet you were beyond excited, always having been a fan of survival shows, as much of a fan as you can be anyways. you counted down the days until the 98 contestants would be announced, it was only when you checked out the list that you wish you hadn’t. ricky? your ricky?.. well not really yours anymore. your phone was blowing up with messages from anyone around your age when the lineup was announced, all of your friends beyond curious what your thoughts were about your ex being on boys planet. it’s not like you had ever intended to break up with ricky, he had totally misunderstood a friendship of yours with another guy.

despite ricky being on the show you continued to watch it all the way through, obviously he was your #1 pick regardless and you voted for him everyday voting was open. the relief you felt for him when his name was announced as p04 in the final was overwhelming, tears welling up in your eyes. afterwards you found yourself staring at your phone, staring at his contact, simple as it sounds all you could manage to text him was “congratulations!”, he read it a few hours later and that pretty much was it. left on read, staring at the screen and feeling any last bit of hope you had left leave your body, knowing you would just have to support him from afar now.

kim gyuvin - summer love

“you make me the happiest i’ve ever been.”

how did you ever get so lucky yet so unlucky at the same time? the two of you were sat with your toes in the water at the beach, the same way you had been all summer. you came to stay with a family member right by the beach for the summer, just wanting to get away from home for awhile and you had no idea what was waiting for you when you got there, more so WHO was waiting for you, and by waiting for you i mean just going to the beach everyday like always but becoming your favorite sight to see at the same time. kim gyuvin was everything you could ever want in a guy, to this day you had no idea how managed to bag him but you weren’t complaining even a little bit.

one day you were just playing in the sand, which was bit childish but turns out there’s not as much to do at the beach as you initially had thought. before you knew it a huge volleyball came hurdling at you, hitting you right in the side of the head, not that you could complain though because along side it came a tall, brown headed boy who was unbelievably apologetic, instructing his friend to go get you an ice pack while he stayed and made sure you were okay.

“come on” you hadn’t even realize gyuvin had stood up from his spot, holding his hand out to you. you tilted your head at him, honestly scared as to what he might have planned. he playfully rolled his eyes and shook his hand, insisting you took it, “come onnn, y/n. i just want to go walk through the water.” gyuvin reached closer towards you. “you never just want to go walk through the water.” you mimicked him with a laugh but nonetheless gave him your hand and allowed him to pull you up. he took both of your hands in his, slowly walking deeper into the ocean while keeping his eyes on you. “i’m not wearing my swimsuit, gyuvin. if you have anything planned-“ you were silenced by a pair of soft, plump lips meeting your own. you felt his hands let go of yours to rest on your waist instead, your own wrapping up around his neck. “shh, you’re so worried all the time.” he mumbled softly against your lips, leaving sweet little kisses all over your face, the entirety of it turning red as you failed to stop yourself from blushing so much. you felt as if you were melting looking into his brown orbs, you could easily recognize the love they held, he looked at you as if you were his favorite thing in the entire world and it was true, he adored you more than he ever could make himself admit. he leaned down to rest his forehead against yours, leaving one last soft kiss on your nose before his face quickly turned evil, suddenly lifting you up out of the water and allowing both of you to fall down into. you squealed on the way down, plugging your nose in a hurry before you rushed back to the surface, staring at gyuvin with rage as you wiped the water from your eyes. he always was shaking the water out of his hair, giving you his normal sheepish smile, “i tripped?”

park gunwook - academic rivals

“i cant help that you suck?”

“oh come on, y/n..” gunwook whispered so only you could hear, “i am going so easy on you right now, what’s wrong with you today? are you letting me win?” you thought if he kept talking steam might actually start coming from your ears. the two of you were currently stood up at the white board, answering a complex math problem as you had just been the unlucky ones to be picked for the job. you could not stand park gunwook, ever since you were kids he had always been juuust a step above you academically and that drove you crazy. you studied your hardest, countless nights with no sleep, more than anything not wanting to be second to him for once.

it didn’t help at all that gunwook was incredibly cocky. rightfully so maybe.. but who even cared that he was crazily athletic? and smart? and… really good looking… and.. what were you thinking about?.. right! regardless, he didn’t need to be half as arrogant as he was. it was as if he was the worst person on earth 99% of the time, but it was that 1% when he would let you borrow a pencil, or give you studying tips, or help you with your work when even you found it too hard as 2nd rank in your class, that made it impossible to hate him deep down, that kept you daydreaming about him more often than you would like to admit. although you would never be caught saying any of this out loud.

you shut your eyes and let out a deep breath, “please shut up.” you mumbled softly as you opened your eyes trying to resume your math problem. you didn’t even need to look over as you already could tell he had a smirk on his handsome.. incredibly frustrating face. you both finished up, turning to face the class while the teacher looked over your work. after just a few moments it was announced to the class that your math was correct while gunwooks was a bit off. your jaw nearly hit the floor, you got it right and he didn’t? you looked over at him in confusion, “oh.. i’m sorry, i’ll study harder.” he smiled apologetically to the teacher as he pretended to sulk back to his seat, you also going back to your own but sparing him a glance before sitting down, “you’re welcome.” he mouthed with the same smug look from earlier appearing. could he be more annoying?

han yujin - boy next door

“what about the new boy next door? he’s cute, right?”

it had been just 6 months or so since your new neighbors had moved in, about the same amount of time since you had started to sit out on your balcony at night to read whatever book you were into at that time. you used to enjoy to sit there anyways but now you had a bit of.. motivation to say. you gathered your book as usual, sure to grab your notepad as well before going to sit outside on the swing which was on the balcony. it didn’t take long of your reading before you noticed him sitting at his desk behind a window directly across where you were sitting. it’s not like you were stalking yujin at all, the two of you were friends and he kept his curtains shut when he didn’t want to talk but little did you know he looked forward to these nights just as much as you did, sometimes even pretending to do homework at his desk when he really didn’t have any.

“like what you see? :)” you had hardly noticed you were staring until yujin finally held up his notebook with those words on it. you put your head in your hands for just a moment as your face turned bright red, “in your dreams maybe” you pulled out your own pen and notepad to reply back to him, both of you sharing a laugh as he read. “you know it :(“ he wrote back, bringing a finger to his eye and motioning as if a tear was falling. “are you coming over tomorrow?” you wrote down before flipping the notepad towards him, changing the subject as your face was red enough already. your parents were having a get together they invited the neighborhood to just to celebrate the start of summer together tomorrow. “will you miss me if i don’t?” yujin wrote back, tilting his head and giving you a cheeky smile of sorts. “of course not!” you wrote, acting offended with your hand on your chest that he would even inquire about such things, although it was obvious you were joking. “there’s your answer then” he replied back with a shrug, shutting his notebook and standing up to wave and close his curtains. you couldn’t help the slight frown that found it’s way to your face as he was gone so quickly, again trying to get yourself into reading the book you had brought along. it was probably about half an hour later when you finally were ready to go back inside and just glanced at yujins window one last time, the notebook now in front of the closed curtains with “goodnight, see you tomorrow <3” written on the paper.