#have i been focusing too hard on the kissy asks

[kyugens]

karin out there saying kiba stinks and you know what? rude. he smells like a cute puppy

[averyfuckingtiredyounglady]

play fighting | one shot

hwang hyunjin x afab!reader

Synopsis: you can’t help that you’re a bit awkward about expressing yourself, especially when it comes to Hyunjin. Thankfully, he can read your mind.

note: this is smut. I worked on this for waaayy too long. not only is this my first time posting a fic, this is my first time ever writing one and i got a bit carried away. cough* … 9k words cough* p.s. idk how none of this works. K bye

You hear the front door click shut, followed by the familiar shuffle of Hyunjin’s slippers dragging across the hardwood floor. The sound is slow and you can already imagine the tiredness etched into his face. He’s been working all day—longer than usual—and the exhaustion shows in the way he moves, like he’s carrying the weight of it in his bones.

He drops his bag by the door with a soft thud, and you peek over your blanket just in time to see him rub the back of his neck, trying to work out the tension. His eyes meet yours, and despite the weariness, there’s a warmth in them that makes your chest tighten.

“You tired?” you ask, your voice soft but teasing, knowing full well how hard his day has been.

“Yeah,” he mutters, his voice low and a little rough from the hours he’s spent talking, working, thinking. He kicks off his slippers with a lazy shuffle and makes his way into the room, the sound of his feet dragging across the floor matching the slow, easy pace of his movements. He’s tired, but the second he locks eyes with you, you can see the way his body perks up, a familiar energy filling the room.

Hyunjin pauses by the dresser, setting down his phone and keys with a clink. He stretches, arms over his head, his shirt riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of toned skin, and you quickly glance away, pretending not to notice.

But he catches it.

Of course he does.

“Miss me?” he asks, his lips curling into a small, knowing smirk as he watches you from across the room. His eyes linger on you for a second too long, and you feel the tension settle in your chest, low and warm.

“You look exhausted,” you mumble, burying yourself deeper into your blanket as if it’ll help you escape the way he’s looking at you.

He lets out a small chuckle, the sound quiet and full of amusement. “Long day,” he mutters again, but there’s something about the way he says it now—something that suggests he’s already forgotten about the exhaustion, like being here with you is all he really needed.

He moves around the room with that lazy grace, his body still carrying the weight of his long day, but there’s a different energy now—one that’s focused on you. The way he looks at you, even though you’re wrapped up tight in your blanket, makes you feel exposed, like he’s already started undressing you with his eyes.

Hyunjin reaches into the bag he set down earlier, pulling out a chocolate bar with a smug grin. You don’t even have to say anything, but he knows you’ve been craving it all day—he’d promised you this exact chocolate before he left for work.

He doesn’t bother handing it to you, though. No, that would be too easy. Instead, he unwraps it slowly, his eyes never leaving yours as he takes a bite. He leaves it between his lips as he plugs his phone up on the charger, nibbling away at it while his hands are occupied. You watch it get shorter and shorter as he makes quick work of it. The smirk on his face widens when he sees the way you’re glaring at him from the safety of your blanket.

He knows exactly what he’s doing.

The subtle sounds of his chewing, the sharp crack of chocolate breaking between his teeth, fill the silence between you. You narrow your eyes at him, but the irritation you feign doesn’t fool him. It never does.

“You can have a little taste,” he says, his voice low and teasing, lips poking out in an exaggerated kissy face as he leans in closer. He’s taunting you, the chocolate still between his teeth, as if daring you to make a move.

You huff, rolling your eyes as you dive deeper into the blanket, your voice muffled but full of mock irritation. “If you didn’t bring me my own, I don’t want to kiss you.”

He grins, throwing himself onto the bed beside you, his body pressing against your blanket-shielded form. “Okay, okay! I got you one, don’t worry!” He laughs, his voice warm and full of mischief. He knows you’re smiling, even if you’re pretending to be mad.

“Mhm... if you don't want me to mess with you, don’t mess with me," you mumble, trying to keep the teasing up, but there’s no hiding the way your heart speeds up as he leans closer. His warmth, his scent, everything about him makes it harder to keep your cool.

“You already knew I brought you one,” he says, his breath is warm against your cheek as he leans closer, the faint scent of chocolate lingering between you. His lips brush the shell of your ear, his voice low and soft. “Thanks for waiting for me, y/n.”

“Give me my chocolate, bro.” You try to sound exasperated, but your voice comes out softer, the slight hitch in your breath betraying the effect he’s having on you.

“Give me a kiss first.”

You hesitate, but just for a moment. You know what he’s doing, and part of you is ready to play along. “When are you going to take a shower?”

“After you give me a kiss.” His face gets closer, that exaggerated pout now barely an inch from your lips, daring you to make the first move.

“Okay.”

As soon as the idea enters you mind, you can’t help yourself. You don’t hold back. Grabbing his face, you pull him in for a kiss that’s far more intense than either of you expected. Your tongues collide, messy and desperate, and you make sure he feels the bite of your teeth, the slickness of your lips, and the way your breath hitches as you pull away. The sound of your kiss, wet and sharp, lingers in the air like a challenge.

After properly sucking his face off, you release Hyunjin from your grasp and he pulls back, eyes wide, pupils blown, and for the first time, you’ve managed to catch him off guard. “Umm, why don’t you normally kiss me like that?” His voice is almost breathless, and you can see the way his chest rises and falls faster now, like he’s trying to catch up with his own desire.

“You nasty, freaky ass—” You start, but before you can finish, he’s right back in your space, daring you to say more with that wicked gleam in his eyes.

“Keep talking!” He taunts. There’s something almost primal in the way he looks at you now, his playful smirk giving way to something darker, more intense.

“Get off me! Perv!” You’re brain is scrambling for a way to fuck with him at this point, grasping at straws.

“Peerv? Eeeh?” He turns away from you. Just to give you a disapproving side glance.

“I don’t give a shit about your little look!” You do give a shit. “Get off me! You too boney to be laying on people like this.” Growing impatient, you wriggle underneath him.

“I’m ‘boney’ now, too? Woooow!” He rolls his eyes at your less than creative insult and puts all his weight onto you, pretending to yawn.

Wrapped in the blanket, you coincidentally made it easier for Hyunjin to keep you trapped under him with minimal defenses, frustrated, and a little embarrassed that you can’t come up with a better insult. But, how could you? You love this bastard.

You settle on bargaining. “Hyune, darling, can you please get off of me?”

“Aaw! You want the skinny, ugly, pervert off of you?” Hyunjin mocks, pouting in fake sympathy.

“I didn’t say you were ugly, a-hole.” You huff, still trying to shift him off of you.

He lets out a cackle. “You might as well have,” he ruffles your hair, displacing the strands all over your head, letting out a low chuckle. He rolls off you, shaking his head.

“I didn’t though. I could have easily said, ‘get your ugly, laying on my bed with your outside clothes, no chocolate bringing, boney knees stabbing me in the leg having ass—”

“Someone’s mad..” He cuts off your rant, poking you in the side with his index finger.

When you turn to him to continue running your mouth, he cuts you off with a kiss. Which you don’t take kindly to, but you melt into it nonetheless. His lips meet yours firmly, but with his familiar softness and the added sweetness of chocolate.

You feel the air between you crackle with tension, and for a second, you think about backing down. But then his warmth is gone, and he’s off the bed, leaving you to catch your breath. You bury your face in your blanket, trying to suppress a giggle, but it’s useless. The sound escapes, filling the room as Hyunjin rushes off to take his shower.

The silence left behind is thick, but not uncomfortable. Your heart is still racing, and your lips still tingle from the force of the kiss. You close your eyes, letting the moment linger, the faint sounds of water running in the bathroom grounding you. It’s cold, but the warmth from the bed and the lingering heat of Hyunjin’s body keeps you from feeling it too much.

When Hyunjin returns, his hair still damp, the soft scent of rose body wash clinging to his skin, he slides into bed beside you. He sinks into the mattress with a satisfied sigh, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist. “That’s better,” he breathes out, his voice soft and content. He tastes like chocolate and mint toothpaste when he kisses you again, his lips warm and soft as he presses closer, his body heat radiating through the sheets.

You turn onto your back, guiding him to rest his head on your chest. He sighs in contentment as his cheek presses against your skin, and you run your fingers through his damp hair, gently massaging his scalp. His eyes flutter shut for a moment, and you can feel the last remnants of tension leaving his body.

He hums softly, the vibration of his voice tickling your chest. “I could stay like this forever,” he mutters, his voice quiet, almost drowsy.

You smile, continuing to play with his hair. “You always say that,” you tease lightly, enjoying the feel of him completely relaxed against you.

“Well, I mean it every time,” he says, cracking one eye open to look up at you, a small smile playing on his lips.

There’s a comfortable silence before he speaks again, his voice softer now. “Did you miss me today?”

You bite your lip, holding back a grin as you decide to mess with him. “Nope,” you say, keeping your tone casual, though you can feel his body tense slightly at your response. “Didn’t even think about you once.”

He cracks one eye open, glancing up at you. “Not even a little?”

You shake your head, your lips pressing together to hide your smile. “Nope. Not even a little.”

He huffs dramatically, pulling away slightly. “Okay then, looks like I’ll be going,” he says, pushing himself up as if to leave. “Nice seeing you.”

“Wait!” You quickly grab his arm, laughing as you pull him back down onto your chest. “I’m kidding!”

He lets out a playful scoff, lying back down with a dramatic sigh. “Mmmh, sure you were.”

“I was!” you insist, still grinning as you ruffle his hair. “Maybe I missed you… a little.”

Hyunjin glances up at you with a smirk. “Thought so.”

“Okay, so…” he says, drawing out the words like he’s expecting you to follow along.

You blink down at him, confused but amused. “So what?”

Hyunjin raises an eyebrow, as if the answer should be obvious. “You kiss me now.”

You laugh, shaking your head at his directness. “Oh, is that how it works?”

You roll your eyes, but lean down anyway, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. His hand drifts lazily along your side as you pull away, but you feel him shift, his touch becoming more deliberate, more suggestive.

You both settle back into the comfort of the quiet room, Hyunjin’s head resting on your chest as your fingers absentmindedly twirl through his damp hair. The warmth of his body pressing into yours is soothing, but there’s an underlying tension that slowly builds between you—familiar, electric. His hand slides over your waist, his fingers tracing slow circles over your skin.

At first, it feels innocent, but the way his touch lingers a little longer with each stroke, the way his breath hitches slightly, makes you suspect otherwise.

“Hyunjin…” you murmur, trying to sound casual, but the heat of his hand is making it hard to keep your voice steady.

He doesn’t respond, at least not with words. His fingers move lower, brushing against the curve of your hip, his thumb dragging lightly over the sensitive skin there. You shiver under his touch, your body reacting without your permission.

It’s subtle at first, but soon his hand starts to explore, slipping beneath the edge of your shirt, his fingertips grazing your bare skin in a way that makes your heart race. You feel him shift beside you, and before you know it, his lips are brushing against your collarbone, soft kisses that make your breath catch..

You tilt your head slightly, giving him better access as his hand dips lower, brushing against your waist, teasing the hem of your shirt. His touch is light, suggestive. His fingers slip under the fabric, grazing the bare skin of your stomach, and you let out a soft hum, your body instinctively arching into his touch.

Hyunjin smirks, propping himself up and shifting to hover over you, his body settling naturally between your legs. His eyes roam over you, absentmindedly checking you out, a playful gleam in his gaze.

“Mhm,” he hums, his voice low as he bites his lip, his hands settling on either side of you, caging you in beneath him. His eyes flicker back to yours, his smirk growing. “It’s working.”

There’s nothing hurried about the way he kisses you, each brush of his lips deepening the connection, the faint taste of chocolate and mint lingering between you.

Your tongues move together, messy and unhurried, and you can feel his body responding to yours—his chest pressing into you as his hands slide up, cupping your breasts through your shirt. He groans softly into your mouth, squeezing just enough to make you arch into him, wanting more of his touch.

Hyunjin pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes half-lidded, filled with a mixture of desire and tenderness. His fingers slip under the fabric of your shirt, brushing against bare skin, and the warmth of his touch sends a shiver down your spine. His hands glide over your stomach, fingers tracing the lines of your body with care.

“Mm, missed you,” he murmurs against your skin, his words barely coherent as his lips trace the curve of your neck. His teeth graze the sensitive spot beneath your ear, drawing soft, breathy moans from your lips. His kisses turn rougher, more urgent, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, and his fingers squeeze your thighs as you wrap your legs around his hips.

You press your body into him, running your hands along his waist as he is kisses trail lower, moving down your throat, leaving behind a subtle warmth that lingers on your skin.

He pulls your shirt up, his lips grazing the swell of your breasts as his hands knead your hips, pulling you closer. The way he touches you is gentle but deliberate, like he’s drinking in the feel of you, committing every curve to memory. His mouth latches onto your nipple, sucking gently, teasing you until your back arches into him, you wrap you arms around his neck, pulling him closer, your hands anchored in his hair.

His eyes flick up to meet yours as his mouth moves slowly across your chest, warm and soft against your skin. There’s something undeniably cute about the way he looks at you, his gaze a mix of playful affection and intent focus, watching closely for every little reaction. As his lips tug gently at your nipple, he’s not in a rush—just savoring the way your breath catches, the subtle arch of your back. He lets it slip from his mouth, the slight stretch of your skin before it snaps back, making you shiver. His tongue drags in wet, lazy strokes across your skin, as if he’s enjoying it just as much as you are.

His lips leave your breasts, but his hands don’t stop moving, sliding down the sides of your body, tracing the curve of your waist and hips, and you feel his breath ghost over your skin as he presses open-mouthed kisses down your body, taking his time on his favorite spots: the plush spot below your navel; the peaks of your hips.

When he reaches your thighs, his hands slide under them, lifting them slightly as he presses his lips to the sensitive skin there, his breath warm and heavy. He kisses your inner thighs, his mouth lingering, teasing, before he shifts lower, his lips brushing against your knee and trailing down to your calf.

He moves lower, his hand gliding down the length of your leg, his fingers brushing against your calf before he reaches your foot. He glances up at you, as if checking for permission, and when you don’t stop him, he smirks, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your foot.

His lips are warm and soft, trailing over your skin as he moves lower. When he reaches your toes, he gently takes them into his mouth, sucking and licking them, his tongue swirling over the glossy nail polish you’d applied earlier. The soft, baby pink color stands out against his lips,

You don’t hesitate to take matters into your own hands. Your free hand slides down between your legs, fingers finding your slick clit, and the moment you touch yourself, a soft moan escapes your lips. Hyunjin’s eyes widen for a moment, a flash of surprise in his expression as he watches you take control, teasing yourself with delicate strokes. Your body moves on instinct, hips lifting slightly as you rub slow circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, your breath hitching at the sensation.

You can feel the heat building between your thighs, and it’s not just from your hand—it’s from the way Hyunjin’s eyes stay fixed on you, dark and focused, his attention is glued to the way your hips roll, a soft groan escaping his throat as he takes in every detail—your tits swaying gently with each thrust of your hips, your legs trembling as you hump your hand. His fingers pressing into your skin as he watches your hips rock in time with your fingers, fucking themselves onto your hand as you play with yourself. Your skin tingles under his touch, your heartbeat loud in your ears, each kiss and caress pulling you further under. His mouth moves over your toes with care, almost lazy in its pace, but the heat behind it is palpable.

It’s like he has a front-row seat to the most intimate show, and you’re putting it on just for him. His eyes roam over your body, noticing by the way your pussy glistens and creams around your fingers. His gaze lingers on your face, taking in the way your lips part with each breath, Your fingers move in sloppy circles over your clit, your hips rolling in rhythm, fucking yourself onto your hand while your other hand kneads your tits, fingers brushing over your nipples, teasing them until they harden beneath your touch. The way your hands move over your body only deepens your need for him. You let that desire guide your touch, giving him a show, knowing every move is going straight to his dick.

Hyunjin can’t help himself—he leans down, his hand sliding between your legs, fingers slipping through the slick wetness coating your folds. He groans at the feeling, his fingers teasing you for just a second before he pulls them away.

His hand slips under the waistband of his sweats, fingers wrapping around his dick just to relieve some of the unbearable tightness. Now coated in your slick, his hand tugs at his shaft. The sensation is instant—hot, wet, and filthy. He strokes himself slowly, spreading your wetness over every inch of his length, moaning into your skin as the sound of his hand working his cock fills the room.

Fuck,” he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper. His gaze flickers between your hand and your face, the hunger in his eyes growing darker as his hand moves faster, the grip tightening with each stroke. His hips jerk into his fist, his body on fire with need.

His eyes flick down, to your polished toes as he works over them, appreciating every small detail . He grins, the sight clearly doing something for him. “You taste so sweet everywhere,” he mutters between kisses, his voice rough as he pulls away for just a second, dark eyes flicking back to your pussy.“You look so fucking good like this.”

When he pulls your toes into his mouth again, the soft suction feels almost too much, the delicate balance of pleasure and sensitivity making your breath stutter. He knows exactly what he’s doing—his lips curve into the faintest of smiles, even as his tongue traces slowly along the delicate skin. You can feel the connection between his touch and the way your body responds, like a chain reaction you can’t stop, even if you wanted to.

You’re so beautiful,” he mutters between kisses, his breath hot against your skin as he licks your toes, his fingers sliding up to grip your ankle. His hand moves to caress your thigh again, his touch firm and steady as he squeezes the soft flesh beneath his palm.

His breath comes out heavier now, His chest rising and falling in time with yours. You can feel his gaze, the intensity of it making your skin flush hotter

Hyunjin’s mouth takes over, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your thigh, the wet drag of his tongue leaving a slick trail that sends a pulse of heat straight through you. His lips latch onto you with a hunger that makes your muscles tighten involuntarily, each slow, deep suck drawing a soft tremor from your body. He bites down gently, just enough to make your legs jerk, before soothing the sting with his tongue, the warmth of his saliva mingling with the sheen of sweat on your skin.

His mouth lingers, sucking hard, the pressure nearly dizzying in its intensity, while his eyes are glued to the way your fingers move against your clit. It’s like he can’t decide which he craves more—the taste of your skin or the sight of you falling apart under your own touch.

“Fuck, your pussy’s so pretty,” he groans, his voice rough and breathless as his gaze locks onto the sight of your fingers disappearing between your thighs. your hips rolling harder. You can feel your pussy clenching around your fingers, spasming with every movement, slick and messy as you rub yourself closer to the edge.

Hyunjin’s eyes flicker with curiosity as he watches you, his breath coming out in shallow pants as he takes in the way your body moves, how you’ve changed the rhythm. The way your thighs press together makes your pussy even wetter, the slickness dripping down your fingers as you rock your hips into your hand, chasing the new sensation.

“Fuck, you’re something else,” Hyunjin breathes, his voice rough as he leans in closer, his hand sliding up your leg. He watches the way your hips move, how your thighs tighten with every shift of your hand, and it’s clear he can barely hold back.

You don’t answer—not with words, anyway—but the way you tilt your hips, pushing your fingers against your clit just a little harder, says everything you need to. You’re in control now, and you can feel how much it drives him crazy. His hand grips the base of his dick, stroking it messily as he matches the movement of your fingers, his breath coming out ragged and uneven. You can see the way his dick twitched in his palm, thick and hard, ready to bury itself inside you.

Without another word, he positions himself between your legs, his cock pressing against your slick folds. The feeling of him against you—hard, warm—sends a shiver through your body, and you can feel your heart race in your chest as he holds you there, not quite inside, but so damn close you can barely stand it.

He looks down at you, eyes dark and intense, and for a moment, neither of you move.

“Ready?” His voice is low, almost a whisper, but you can feel the weight of the question in the air between you.

Hyunjin’s hand slides down your thigh, gripping it firmly as he pulls your leg over his hip, bringing you even closer. The friction is sharper now, more intense, and you can feel how hard he is pressing against you with each slow grind of his hips.

“Feel that?” he mutters against your lips, his voice rougher now, thick with need. His fingers press into your skin, holding you in place as he moves against you again, slower this time, like he wants to make sure you feel every inch of him.

I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he murmurs, his voice so low it’s almost a growl. His hand slips under your shirt again, this time cupping your breast, his thumb brushing lightly over your nipple. You arch into him, biting back a moan as your hips rock against his.

Your hands clutch at his arms, fingers digging into his skin as you try to hold on, but it’s impossible to stay quiet now. The soft whimpers escaping your lips are involuntary, and each sound makes Hyunjin press harder, his hips grinding into yours.

“Fuck,” you mouth the words, but the sound gets caught somewhere in your chest. Your cunt is pulsing as your wetness coats him, your body trembling as you lose yourself in the rhythm of his hips.

Your fingers had already left you soaked, but with Hyunjin grinding against you, sliding his cock through your folds, the wetness has become overwhelming, dripping down the back of your thighs and pooling beneath your ass.

Hyunjin notices it too, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watches your pussy react, getting wetter with each thrust. “You’re making a mess, baby,” he mutters, his voice low and rough, his hips grinding harder as he pushes his cock through your soaked folds, his length dragging against your swollen clit. “Feels so fucking good.”

His body pressing against yours as his bare dick settles between your thighs, thick and hot against your slick skin. He grinds against you slowly, his length sliding through your wetness, dragging along your slit, The sensation is electric—raw and unfiltered, his dick rubbing against your pussy, skin on skin. You can feel the heat of him, the hardness of his length as it glides through your folds brushing your clit with the head.

Hyunjin leans back slightly, his eyes flicking down to watch the way his dick moves against you, the skin retracting and revealing the tip before it disappears again, swallowed up by the slick heat of your folds. His breath catches at the sight, the wetness coating his shaft and making each movement smoother. He can see how swollen you are, how your clit bumps against him with every stroke, your pussy practically pulsing with need.

“Look at that,” he mutters, almost to himself, his voice rough with desire. His hips roll forward, slow and controlled, watching the way his dick rubs against you. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

His hand moves down to grip your ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he pushes his hips forward, the head of his dick bumping your clit again, harder this time. A low, guttural moan escapes him, vibrating against your skin as he presses his lips to your ear, his breath hot and heavy. “Mmm—fuck,” he groans, the sound deep and rough, spilling out involuntarily as his hips grind against you again. The sheets are soaked with your arousal, and every time he thrusts forward, you can feel his shaft dragging through the slickness, leaving a sticky trail along your folds.

Hyunjin shifts his weight slightly, propping himself up on one elbow as his other hand slides down your body, gripping your hip as he rolls his hips forward. His eyes stay locked on yours, dark and intense, watching the way your face changes with every brush of his cock against your clit. His lips curl into a smirk as he leans down, his mouth brushing against your ear. “You like this?” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly. “You like me rubbing my dick all over this pretty pussy?”

Suddenly, Hyunjin takes your wrist, pulling your hand up, welcoming your sticky fingers into the moist heat of his mouth. He sinks down, taking your fingers all the way to the base of your knuckles. His tongue slides out from behind his plush lips, gliding over the length, tasting every inch before slowly pulling back. He groans, sucking them clean. His eyes never leave yours, dark and hungry as he slowly pulls your fingers out of his mouth with a soft pop.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he mutters, his voice rough. He doesn’t waste a second before his hips are moving again, grinding his dick through your folds with more urgency now.

With a low groan, Hyunjin shifts again, pulling back just enough to line himself up, the head of his dick pressed right at your entrance. His eyes flick up to meet yours, watching the way your body reacts, teasing you by pushing just a little, enough to make you gasp. But he doesn’t push in yet—he holds there, letting you feel the pressure, making your pussy clench in anticipation.

“Tell me you want it,” he growls, his voice low and commanding. His fingers dig into your hips as his dick teases your entrance, “Beg for it.”

You bite your lip, refusing to give in that easily. You hold out, grinding against the head of his cock, trying to get what you want without saying it.

But he won’t give in.

“Come on,” he whispers, his voice rough as he teases you with shallow thrusts, just enough to make you moan but never enough to fill you. “I know you want it. Just say it.”

“Hyunjin—” You don’t mean to say his name, but it slips out, breathless and shaky.

You kiss him deeply, savoring the taste of yourself on his lips, your hand moving between you to wrap around his cock. It’s hot and hard, throbbing in your palm as you start run your hand along his shaft, rubbing the velvety skin of his tip and the familiar veins adorning his length.

For a moment, everything slows down. The room is dark, but the faint blue light from the window highlights the sharp angles of his face, casting shadows that make him look even more beautiful, more desperate. His hair is a mess, damp with sweat, and the way he looks at you — his eyes half-lidded, pupils blown wide with lust — makes your heart race.

You hear his breath shaking, a soft whimper escaping his lips as you squeeze him just a little tighter, and it drives you wild to see him like this, completely at your mercy. Beneath your touch, every muscle in his arms and chest tense up. You stroke him slowly, savoring every little sound he makes, every little twitch of his hips as he pushes into your hand.

“You’re so cute, Hyune” you whisper, your voice low, almost reverent as you admire him. His skin glows under the soft light, and you can see the sweat beading on his forehead, his chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths.

Your hand moves faster, stroking him from base to tip, feeling the weight of him, the heat radiating off his body as his hips start to move in rhythm with yours.

“Fu-uck, I can’t wait to feel you,” his voice breaks as you squeeze him tighter.

This desperate tone of his, you would have to say it’s your favorite.

You give him a soft, knowing smile, leaning in to kiss him deeply. His mouth opens to yours instantly, and the taste of him—the mix of desperation and need—makes you want him even more. Your hand slides up the back of his neck, fingers curling into his hair. He groans into the kiss as you tug on it, just hard enough to make him moan. You pull back slightly, your lips barely brushing his, and you whisper, “I know.”

Before he can respond, your grip on his hair tightens slightly as you kiss lower, your teeth grazing the sensitive skin just beneath his ear. Hyunjin’s moans grow more desperate, his head tilting further back into your hand, giving you full access to his neck. He looks completely wrecked—his throat bobbing with every shaky breath, his lips swollen,

Hyunjin’s head lolls back, his lips parted slightly, breaths coming in soft gasps. His hands are restless, but weak, running over your body with no real direction—just a need to feel you. His eyelids flutter, barely able to stay open, and his legs fall further apart as if he’s unconsciously making more space for you. The tension in his muscles melts away, his body sinking deeper into you with each kiss you press to his skin. His chest rises and falls erratically, his fingers twitching every time your mouth finds a sensitive spot.

You continue your languid pulls of his cock, twisting your palm around his thick shaft. He groans, his head dropping into the crook of your neck as you keep stroking him, your hand moving faster now. His cock feels hot and heavy in your hand, slick with precum, and the way he twitches under your touch, the way his breath hitches, sends a thrill through your body.

You pull away, locking eyes with him as a smirk tugs at your lips. “Sit up,” you instruct, nodding toward the headboard. Hyunjin doesn’t hesitate, shifting back against the pillows, his body sinking into the mattress. His hard dick bobs and sways with every movement, and you can’t help but watch as he settles himself, positioning his back against the headboard.

You straddle him, grabbing his shoulders for support as you lower yourself down. Hyunjin’s hands shoot to your hips, his grip tight as he steadies you, but you don’t give him a chance to take control.

You slide down onto him, inch by inch, and the stretch makes your head spin, your pussy clenching around him as you take him all the way in. Hyunjin groans beneath you, his head falling back against the pillows as his fingers dig into your skin.

“Shit,” he mutters, his breath catching in his throat as you start to move, slow at first, grinding your hips against him, , making him feel every inch of the slide. Hyunjin’s eyes roll back, his lips parting as he moans, his voice high and desperate.

You pick up the pace, rolling your hips harder, faster, riding him with a rhythm that has the mattress shaking beneath you. Hyunjin’s hands tighten on your hips, his eyes squeezed shut as he tries to hold on, but you can feel how close he is, how your movements are pushing him to the brink.

You lean forward, your hands bracing against his chest as you ride him, harder now, faster, like you’re trying to fuck him straight through the mattress. Hyunjin’s eyes fly open, wide with shock and pleasure, as he grips your hips, trying to keep up with the relentless pace you’ve set.

You slide a hand between your bodies, your fingers finding your clit as you rub slow, teasing circles, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through you. Hyunjin’s eyes snap open, watching you with a kind of desperate hunger as your fingers move over your slick skin.

“Fuck—” he gasps, his voice strained as his fingers dig into your skin, hard enough to leave marks. “What the fuck—”

Hyunjin’s hands shoot up to your waist, his fingers gripping tight as he tries to hold on, his hips lifting to meet each roll of your body. “You’re fucking insane,” he groans, his voice breathless and shaky. “Y/n.. I-I can’t..”

You cut him off with a sharp grind of your hips, your clit brushing against his skin with every hard thrust. His eyes roll back in his head, and you can feel his dick twitch inside you, throbbing as his release inches closer and closer.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mutters under his breath as his hips jerk up into you, desperate to keep up with the way you’re fucking him.

But you don’t let up. You ride him harder, faster, your body slick with sweat, your thighs trembling as the heat builds inside you, tighter and tighter, until you feel like you might snap. Hyunjin’s fingers slide up to your tits, grabbing them roughly as he thrusts into you, meeting your frantic pace with everything he has left.

You can’t help but smile at the way he looks at you, completely at your mercy. His hips twitching and you can feel it—feel the way his dick throbs, pulsing inside you as he gets closer. But you don’t stop. You ride him harder, faster, like you’re trying to break him. His grip on you is so tight it almost hurts, but it only pushes you further, spurring you on as you grind down on him, your pussy slick and wet as you take him over and over again.

Hyunjin’s hands are everywhere—on your hips, your thighs, gripping you like he’s afraid to let go, your thighs burning with every thrust as you slam yourself down on him, harder each time. His cock stretches you perfectly, and the wet slap of your bodies fills the room, but as good as it feels, there’s something just out of reach. No matter how hard you try, you can’t quite hit that deep, soul-crushing spot only he can find.

Your movements falter slightly, your rhythm slowing as you grind against him, trying to find it, but the frustration only heightens your need. His chest heaves beneath you, his eyes glazed with desire, yet you want more—need more. You need him to take over.

Without a word, you lift yourself off him, the cool air hitting your skin as his cock slips free. He looks up at you, confused for a brief second, before you shift onto your knees, presenting yourself to him, back arched and ass in the air. Your fingers slide between your legs, rubbing quick circles over your clit, silently begging for him to take control the way only he can.

He watches your wetness glistening between your thighs. The way your fingers move over your clit, desperate and slick, drives him wild. His cock twitches at the sight of you—so open, so ready, so fucking needy for him.

He’s up behind you, his hands gripping your hips firmly as he pulls you closer, positioning you just right. Your ass hangs off the edge of the bed, and Hyunjin’s heart pounds in his chest as he takes in the view. The curve of your back, the slight tremble in your thighs, the way your body moves instinctively, searching for his touch—it’s almost too much for him to handle.

“Fuck, look at you,” he mutters, his voice rough as he bends down, his lips grazing the soft skin of your lower back, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. His hands slide lower, fingers spreading your cheeks as he gets a better look at your glistening pussy, and without hesitation, he leans in, his tongue licking a slow, teasing stripe from your clit to your entrance.

The way your body jerks in response sends a thrill down his spine. He sucks gently at your clit, his tongue working in circles.

Then his fingers push into you, stretching you open. He massages your walls with his fingers, curling them inside you. You feel him smirk against you when you let out a muffled moan, your body twitching under his touch.

“You’re so wet,” he groans, his voice full of lust and awe as he watches the way your pussy clenches around his fingers. The sight alone is almost enough to push him over the edge, but he holds back, knowing you need him to take control now, to give you the kind of rhythm you’ve been craving.

He pulls his fingers out slowly, a string of slickness still connecting him to you as he grips his cock and lines himself up. His chest tightens at the sight of you like this—submissive but still so in control of his every thought—and he bites his lip, sliding just the tip inside, teasing you with the heat and pressure.

His eyes stay locked on you, watching the way your body reacts, the way you arch into him, begging him silently to go deeper.

Hyunjin stills, teasing you as he lets you sink down onto him at your own pace, feeling every inch of him. You shudder, hissing softly at the stretch as he watches. His eyes drop to where your bodies meet, seeing your pussy swallow him up, clenching tight as you rock your hips back, meeting his. He watches the way your ass bounces with each movement, every slow grind making him pulse inside you, but he stays still, savoring how you’re working for it, letting you fuck yourself on him.

“Hyune..” You croon out his name glancing back at him, catching him staring, his eyes dark with lust but softened by that familiar glint of mischief. The moment he notices you looking, he flashes a cheesy grin, and you can’t help but laugh, your face pressed into the sheets.

Your laugh quickly melts into a breathy moan, “Hah… ahh…”, as Hyunjin starts to really drive into you. The playful moment vanishes, replaced by the overwhelming sensation of him filling you, each thrust drawing a deeper, more desperate sound from your lips and you can feel the shift—his focus solely on pulling every sound, every reaction, from you as your body surrenders completely to his rhythm.

Fuck, you feel so good,” Hyunjin groans, his voice rough, breathless, as his hips snap forward again and again, the rhythm steady but intensifying. His hands grip your waist firmly, keeping you exactly where he wants you, but you’re not passive. You throw your ass back, meeting each of his thrusts with just as much force, grinding against him when he bottoms out inside you, relishing the way his dick fills you up perfectly.

His strokes are long and deep, hitting that spot inside you. You can feel him everywhere — his hands, his hips, his breath hot against your back as he leans over you. His body molds against yours, and you feel the shift in him when he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, lifting you off the bed as he hugs you from behind.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear, the sound of his voice sending shivers down your spine. You can hear his breathing now, heavy and ragged, each gasp filled with lust and need as he fucks you deeper. His hands move upward, one slipping under your chest to cup your breast, his fingers tweaking your nipple, making you gasp. His moans fill the space between you, the sound almost desperate as he picks up the pace, driving into you harder.

His breath is hot against your neck, and you can feel his chest pressing against your back, slick with sweat. “You drive me fucking crazy,” he groans, his voice thick with need as he thrusts into you, the wet, obscene sounds of your bodies filling the room. His fingers dig into your skin, and you know he’s getting close, the intensity in his movements growing with every passing second.

You push his hands lower, guiding him to where you want him, and he smirks against your ear, loving the way you take control. “Impatient, huh?” he teases, though there’s nothing but admiration in his tone. He loves when you take what you want, when you show him exactly how to please you.

You moan, your head tilting back against his shoulder as his hand slides down between your legs, his fingers rubbing slow, teasing circles over your clit while he continues to fuck you.

his dick hitting deep, the perfect mix of pain and pleasure. The wet, slick sound of him fucking you is filthy, obscene, and it only drives you higher, your body tightening around him with each thrust.

His lips graze your ear, his breath hot and heavy. He groans, his voice breaking slightly. “That’s it, love. Take me.”

You catch that edge in his voice—the hunger, the need for affirmation. He thrives on it, and you’re more than willing to give it to him. You let out a soft moan, your hands reach back, grasping at his thighs as you arch into him. “You’re so deep,” you breathe, your voice laced with pleasure. “Mmmh… shit.”

The moment the praise slips from your lips, you feel him falter, his hips stuttering as a low groan escapes him. He lets out a deep, shaky breath. “Fuck…” His hand reaches out, grabbing a fistful of your hair, tugging you closer. He gazes at the side of your face, your expression twisted in pleasure, eyes shut tightly, gasping and crying out for him. “My angel,” he breathes, voice thick with emotion, his fingers digging into your hips as he thrusts harder.

You moan again, louder this time, making sure he hears every breath, every sound. “You’re so good, Hyunjin. You’re fucking perfect.”

His breath hitches, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he reacts to your words, his grip tightening as if he needs to hold on to something. You know you’ve got him hooked, teetering on the edge,

He grips your shoulders firmly, using the leverage to pull you back harder onto his dick, each thrust hitting deep, sending a jolt through your body. The intensity makes you gasp, a choked sob slipping from your lips. Your teeth clench, reveling in the feeling of Hyunjin taking you for his pleasure, using your tight hole as he pounds into you, stretching you raw with every thrust.

Hyunjin lets out a rough moan, his voice thick with desire. His higher moans turn into grunts, guiding your body as he fucks you deep and steady. His strokes are long and deep, so deep, savoring the way your wetness coats him, his dick throbbing with each slide into your tight heat.

You roll your hips back onto him, your ass slamming against his thighs as his dick disappears inside you, the sharp slap of skin against skin making your body tremble with each impact.

You moan, low and throaty, unable to hold it in as he wraps his arms around you tighter, pulling you even closer. His hands cup your breasts again, squeezing them firmly as he nuzzles into your neck, his moans vibrating against your skin. The rhythm between you is fast, desperate, and you feel yourself spiraling closer to the edge with every movement. His breath is hot and ragged in your ear, his lips brushing against your neck as he mutters, “You’re gonna cum all over my dick, aren’t you?”

You can feel it—the moment where everything in you unravels. Your back arches, hips jerking as the orgasm slams into you, sharp and overwhelming. Your pussy clenches around his cock, and a low, broken moan tears from your throat as the pleasure floods through you. Your vision blurs, heat washing over you in waves, your body trembling uncontrollably.

“Oh fuck,” you whimper, your voice trembling as the intensity of your release ripples through you. Your body shaking intensely as Hyunjin fucks you through it, riding the feeling until it’s almost too much. And he follows close behind, his lips sucking harshly on your skin, whimpering prettily into the crook of your neck, his hips stuttering as he cums inside you, stuffing his cock in you completely. He holds you there, letting your walls milk him, his release dripping down your thighs.

You clutch onto the sheets, your body still buzzing with the remnants of your orgasm, your eyelids fluttering as you’re able to focus your eyes. Your heart is pounding in your ears, the steady thrum of it comforting in the quiet of the room.

Hyunjin runs his hands up and down your back in soothing strokes, his breath still heavy but gradually evening out. “You’re incredible,” he whispers, his voice rough, and you can hear the awe in his tone.

He lay down on the bed, pulling you with him. You cuddle up to him, your head resting against his damp skin, the sheets strewn about you in a mess. The pillows on the floor. A small smile tugs at your lips, and you lift your head just enough to look at him. His eyes are half-lidded, his expression soft and content. There’s a peacefulness about him that makes your heart swell. You press a gentle kiss to his lips, a quiet thank you for the intimacy you’ve shared.

Hyunjin’s hand moves to cradle the back of your head, deepening the kiss as he lazily brushes his lips against yours, savoring the moment. There’s no rush now, no urgency. It’s just the two of you, tangled together, your bodies warm and sated.

“Feel better now?” you tease, your voice barely a whisper against his lips.

He chuckles softly, his breath warm against your cheek as he presses another kiss to your forehead. “You have no idea.”

Hyunjin turns onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow as he gazes down at you. His fingers brush a stray lock of hair from your face, tucking it gently behind your ear. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

You laugh softly, the sound light and breathless. “You always say that after sex.”

He grins, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “That’s because it’s true. Especially when you’re all… fucked out.”

You roll your eyes, playfully swatting his arm, but there’s a warmth in your chest at his words. He always knows how to make you feel seen, feel cherished, even in the most vulnerable moments.

As the afterglow begins to settle, Hyunjin pulls the blanket over both of you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. His body molds to yours, and you nestle into his warmth, feeling utterly content.

For a while, neither of you speaks. The silence is comfortable, filled only with the soft sounds of your breathing and the steady beat of Hyunjin’s heart. It’s in these quiet moments that you feel most connected to him, like there’s an unspoken understanding between you.

Fin

Second a/n: im cryiinng.. this is really long no? It was actually 12k words and i decided to shorten it cuz it seemed a bit crazy .. haha… haaaaaa…

Anyway it took me months to write. Probably over 30 hours… or more i didnt keep track but i had many hours long sessions writing this editing and taking stuff out and putting stuff back in.. cuz im a bit insane but im also a pervert. I have never committed to anything like i have this stupid lil smut fic. Im not clowning. Thanks for reading to the end!

[peterparkouryo]

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prompt: You and Peter have been frenemies for as long as you can remember.

warnings: fluff, banter, confessions, flirty peter cus why not, typos maybe, no kissies this chapter :(

word count: 3.4k

a/n: still very much in the bahamas but i felt very bad, also pls ignore how trash this is i'm so focused on my vacation lmaoo

"MJ, it hasn't even been a day." 

MJ rolls her eyes, completely ignoring your words as she opens her textbook to the given page the teacher assigned.

"Knowing you, it'll take until the deadline to get this project done." She glares at you, breaking her attention away from the textbook in front of her.

"It's better to procrastinate than to do it as soon as it's assigned." You shrug, scooting close to her as she subtly furthers your bodies apart, you pout at the action.

"I don't understand how or why I managed to get you as a partner of all people." MJ sighs and you show her a sarcastic smile.

"It's cause we're soulmates." You joke, removing yourself from her bed to look around her room curiously.

Despite the two of you being (best) friends for the better part of two years, you had never been in her room. Whenever you did come over, she always insisted the two of you hung out in the living room or spent your hang out time in the city, so it really surprised you that the girl drags you into her room the minute you step inside for a project you had been assigned.

Her room amazed you and had been everything you expected from the girl given her closed off, dark, and sharp-eyed personality. MJ being the advocate reader she was, had tons of books (some which you had borrowed), posters of subjects that mattered to her, and pretty much anything you would least expect to be in a girl's room, not that it bothered you.

When you first met MJ, she was very closed off and it took a lot of hard work on your end to break down her walls just to get to know her. It still surprises you (herself included) and a lot of people who knew of MJ and were aware of your friendship how you of all people managed to crack her shell and squeeze your way into her tight circle of friendship.

"No, but you and Peter are, which is why I'm still confused about how you aren't his partner, you two are perfect for each-other." You break your gaze away from the small box on her desk to glare at her words, the girl not sparing you a glance.

"MJ." You warned.

"What did I say?" She asked in faux innocence, bringing her eyes to meet your annoyed expression. 

"I'd much rather partner up with Flash than ever be in the presence of Peter Parker, and that's saying a lot." You tell her, crossing your arms over your chest, walking back over to her bed.

"Weren't you two just friends yesterday?" MJ asked, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

You stay silent, not giving the girl an answer, thinking upon her words. You settled for an eye roll as your answer.

"Right, I still have no idea how you two aren't a thing. It's almost painfully obvious you like each-other." The girl tells you, her attention on the textbook now, leaving you exasperated, digesting her words in your brain.

You and Peter have been sort of friends for a good half of your childhood, almost best friends if you thought too hard about it. You two were inseparable when in grade school up until the end of your middle school years. It happened a little too fast, your fallout was over something incredibly stupid (Peter's words, not yours), and to you, it was a serious subject you had managed to hold off, but inevitably, you couldn't take it anymore.

That something stupid being about his lack of care for your feelings, continuing without awareness to break your heart when it came to things the two of you planned, and at the last minute cancelling them for whatever that reason may be.

The excuses he gave you were half ass, so when it came time for an event you two planned, it wasn't a surprise when he said he couldn't make it, saying something about May needing him last minute or anything that deemed unbelievable.

The fact that Peter had the audacity to call your argument "incredibly stupid" when you had finally had the courage to confront his lies made your blood boil in the anger you tried so hard to keep at bay. It evidently did end your friendship for a short amount of time, and it was you who eventually apologized to him in your freshmen year of high school, because truth be told, you did miss him.

Though when your friendship was in mist of healing itself from its long deprived attention, he continued with the same broken promises he said he would plan to fix, your plans going undone because as always, he would cancel last minute.

Peter's excuses did get more believable, you'll give him that, but it didn't change the fact that it still happened. You only wished he'd be honest with you with whatever it was he did that had him abandon you when you knew he was aware of how excited you would always be whenever you two had plans to hangout.

This was an ever ongoing habit he did, which led to your on and off again friendship for what is now three years deep. You were glad when Peter introduced you to his decathlon team, allowing you to meet MJ, who, dare you say is a much more promising friend than Peter would ever be.

Not that the two of you are friends, not even best friends, but sometimes you can tolerate him on your good days when he wasn't being a borderline idiot or liar.

"I don't like Peter, like at all." You say, MJ shrugs her shoulders, and if you knew her, it was obvious she didn't believe you one bit.

"You were just making heart eyes at him yesterday, I don't wanna hear that." MJ waves off, holding her hand out, expectingly waiting for you to hand her another pencil crayon, you do with a huff.

"I hate you." You mumble, plopping down on her bed, grabbing a pencil crayon yourself.

"But you love Peter." She jokes, dodging your attempts at throwing the coloured pencil in your hand with a laugh.

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Why's it always math? You hate math, and its a fact everyone who knows you, know. You were glad the decathlon team had it easy for you and made at least some units of the stupid subject understandable.

If you were on good terms with Peter, you would ask him for help, but you knew that wasn't going to be an option, anytime soon.

"Ned, what did you get for number six?" You ask the boy across from your desk, watching Ned look up at you quickly, Peter does as well.

"I'm not even past number three." Ned groans, shaking his head in defeat.

You nod, understanding his frustration. You don't know why your math teacher was out to get you, it's not like you were already failing his class, and it didn't make it better that you had other class courses to stress about either.

"I can help." Peter shows you a smile, hoping to get on your good side, all you do is glare at him.

"No." You respond, the boy's face dropping into a pout, and Ned lets out a laugh, quickly straightening his demeanour when Peter shoots him a glare.

"You're still mad at me?" Peter quizzes in confusion, putting his pencil down near his paper.

You take your time with your answer, trailing your eyes onto his paper, taking notice of his far progress. You really needed his help.

"I'm not just mad Peter, I'm furious, which is why we're not on speaking terms." You tell him, picking up your pencil just as Peter does too, with an eye roll at your words.

Ned is visibly uncomfortable, no matter how many arguments the boy has been in the middle of or witnessed between the two of you, he is always left without a say. It makes him upset you two couldn't properly work through your problems and just admit your tangible feelings for one another.

It might have something to do with that stubborn personality of yours. It was clear Peter had harboured a deep affection for you, and it goes unsaid if you liked him back or not, but given the fact you were always willing to forgive and forget, falling back into the friendship stage with Peter was a sign you might just like him as well.

"You're speaking to me right now." Peter points out, fighting back his smile when you give him a not so impressed look.

"I'm this close," You pinch your index finger and thumb together for demonstration, "To hurting you." You finish, and Peter shrugs off your words.

"You're distracting me from completing my work." The boy scolds at you in his joking manner, and you groan in annoyance, tempted to flip him off.

Both Peter and Ned laughs, and you ignore the boys, trying to figure out how to do quadric equations instead.

There's a few minutes of silence, something you're very thankful for. Eventually, Peter stands from the desk he settled in, grabbing his now finished work to turn it in. You and Ned share a look, both suffering on different problems from the same page.

When Peter returns you focus back on your work, not that you made it far, it's been a good ten minutes and now you're on number seven and Ned was on number five.

"Do you guys want to come over my house and I can help you with this worksheet?" The boy suggests, sitting back down.

"Can't, I have to help my Lola move." Ned answered, packing his things as the bell was two minutes away from ringing.

Peter nods at his best friend's words, turning his attention on you, who hadn't taken one glance at him or Ned, your gaze still on your paper.

"You can stop pretending like you're working, I know you don't understand it." Peter countered with a smirk when you roll your eyes, still not breaking your attention away from the paper.

When you don't response, Peter takes that as a sign to try and convince you a little harder, really opting to get on your good side.

He approaches you, standing next to your desk before huddling down, leaning over your figure to scan your paper.

You subconsciously scoot away from him, blocking his gaze from your paper, shielding it with your hands.

"You know, you'll have to forgive me eventually right? You always do." Peter shakes his head as the bell rings, and you grab your bag from the empty desk next to you, standing up and shoving your worksheet into Peter's chest, the boy stumbling slightly at the impact.

"Fine, but you're keeping my paper until I get there." You give in, walking pass a smiling Peter and out the classroom with an irritated mindset.

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"I knew it." Peter smiles when he opens his apartment's door to you.

It took a lot of debating to be where you were now. MJ was no help either, joking about how you two were "meant to be", so it was no shocker you that you would give in.

"You have my paper, dumb ass." You tell him, pushing pass the boy and entering his apartment.

"Yeah, but you could've like, not showed up and I would had done it for you anyway." Peter argues, closing the front door before turning to face you.

You try not to dwell too hard on that logical statement, opting to shake your head at the boy instead.

"Can we please just get this over with, so I can get back to my bed?" You plead, and Peter laughs at your question.

You follow Peter to his room, taking notice of how different it was the last time you were here (two months ago to be exact). The polaroids you had taken with him a few years back laid on his desk along with other useless items, probably related to some nerdy project he always mentioned he was working on. His Star Wars collection was getting relatively smaller as well.

You close the door of his bedroom, turning to Peter who grabbed a worksheet from the backpack that sat in the corner of his room, you blink, realizing it was your math worksheet you gave to him earlier.

Peter walks over to his desk, grabbing two pencils and you watch the boy sit on his bed, bringing his attention to you.

"You gonna stand there and look pretty or are you gonna come sit down so I can help you with this work?" Peter questions, an eyebrow raised expectingly. You grimace at his words, ignoring the annoying heat rising to your face.

You drag your feet to his bed, sitting next to him, leaving a fair, and respectful space between the two of you, accepting the pencil the boy gestures toward you.

"You understand how quadratic equations work, right?" Peter asks, and you nod with a shrug.

"I got to question seven, didn't I?" You snide, tilting your head at him in amusement.

"Yeah, and every single answer you put is...well, wrong." The boy says, and you feel embarrassed at his words.

"Oh."

"Nothing to be embarrassed about, it's a hard unit." Peter reassures, placing a hand on your shoulder for comfort.

Your head turns, lingering yours eyes where his hand laid upon your shoulder. Peter, who sensed your hesitance removes his hand to his lap, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"Let's uh," The boy gestures to your worksheet in his hand and all you do is nod, mumbling a quiet 'yeah'.

The atmosphere around the two of you shifted into something cumbrous. It was definitely something new, that much you noticed. Undoubtedly, you and Peter have had your awkward, and gainsay moments, but nothing could quite reach this level of uneasiness.

You decide to ignore the evident tension, choosing to solely focus on getting your worksheet done. The sooner, the better.

Finally after, maybe one or two (you weren't paying any attention to the time) torturous hours, Peter had somewhat managed to help you complete the majority of your paper, and you were grateful, despite not letting that appreciation show.

"Thanks." You smile, it not quite reaching your eyes, taking the paper from Peter's desk as the boy stretches.

"Yeah, don't mention it." Peter mumbles with an eye roll, following your swift figure out his room and to his front door.

Peter calls out your name and your irritation toward him is visible, which doesn't really make the boy feel better, but he thinks if he tells you what he's been withdrawing himself from confession for awhile now, you might change your mind about this hatred phase you have for him, or it might make things worst and if anything, have you loathe him even more.

When you turn around, it reminds Peter why exactly he felt the way he felt about you, despite your on going frenemy relationship, but he'd be lying if he said he hadn't caught feelings for you throughout the years.

You were just so beautiful, effortlessly so. You have such a vibrant, headstrong, and imaginative personality, it was fairly easy to be attracted to you. 

"I have to tell you something.." Peter starts, and you notice his nervous habit of fiddling with his fingers, and it makes you uneasy.

There's a prolonged heartbeat between you and it makes you impatience, the boy taking a relatively long time to say whatever it is he wanted to say.

"Are you gonna tell me what you have to say?" You ask him.

"We're not exactly friends right now, so if this is one of your many apologies, I think I'll pass on that and I'll be on my way." You countered, turning around without giving the boy a chance to reply.

Your hand connects with the doorknob, and you were just about to twist it before something catches you completely off guard, and you swear your eyes are practically out of your socket when they gaze to the sticky substance stopping you from your attempt of leaving.

"Wha-"

"Okay, listen, I know this looks bad, but you have to hear me out." Peter defends himself, holding out a hand and you shoot him a look as if you're a dear in headlights.

"What the hell is this?" You exclaim, using your free hand to gesture to your stuck one.

"I'm Spider-Man, but that's not what I had to tell you." The boy says coolly.

You're sure your eyes are out of their sockets at this point. It baffled you how calm and collected Peter seems as if he didn't just say a life changing sentence.

"You-, you're Spider-Man?" You question, unsure if you had actually heard the boy right, but you know you did because he said it with such ease.

"Yeah, but that's not what's important." Peter argues and you have to fight back an eye roll.

Instantaneously, something in your brain just sort of click, you raise an eyebrow as a question forms in your head.

"Is that why you can never make it to your hangouts?"

Peter blinks at your question, he squints his eyes at your question.

"Uh, yeah?"

"Peter, what the fu-"

"And I also like you!" He exclaims, almost purposely blocking out your almost vulgar language.

You don't want to believe his words, considering it's, Peter, but with the way he was looking at you with those golden brown eyes, you force yourself to give into his confession, digesting his words  slowly.

There's no doubt that somewhere down the road of your on and off again friendship, you didn't think upon what it would be like to be in a relationship with the boy, but those weren't serious, more fantasy like thoughts if anything. And it's not like you had a crush on him, maybe. You'd be lying if you didn't think of Peter as more than a friend.

Maybe you did have some sort of affection for him. Maybe it was when he had helped you get on the decathlon team, or when he gave you his hoodie (which you still had) because it was raining and he didn't want you to get soaked, though you did, it was a still very thoughtful thing Peter did. Possibly you started seeing the boy in a new light in this exact moment of his confession. All it took was for him to tell you, to have you realize maybe it's been him all along.

"Oh."

"Yeah..."

You stare at Peter, who looks anywhere but at you, for an agonizingly long time, racking up an answer in your brain, you can tell the boy is extremely nervous of your answer.

"I like you, too." You smile when Peter does, his eyes lighting up as well.

"I knew it." He quips, and you glare at him.

You two gaze at each-other and you have to break the staring contest as a curious thought pops up in your head.

"So, let me get this straight," You start, Peter listens intently. "You lied for years about being Spider-Man and had me believe it was because you didn't want to be my friend anymore?"

Even if what you had asked was true, it didn't help the fact that no matter what you would always find your way back to Peter, but with the same given excuses told differently, you couldn't help but think he got easily bored of you and lied about not being able to hang out, then when the two of you had a fall out, it was no wonder why you so easily forgave the boy.

Peter frowns at your question.

"No, it's way more complicated than that. I only lied to you to protect you." Peter argues sincerely.

"I would had totally understood if you told me the truth though." You shrug your shoulder, and Peter nods.

"Yeah, but I couldn't risk it." He explained.

You nod, somewhat understanding his reasoning. Your entire friendship came and went because he was a superhero. You should be mad really, but you're all burnt out. Maybe when you're thinking more rationally, you'd find it in your heart to be more furious with the boy.

"So, what now?" You ask, and you briefly glance at the web that still contained your arm before looking at Peter.

"Well, I was thinking, um.." The boy trails off, unsure on how to ask his question, and if you knew any better, it didn't take a rocket scientist to see exactly where his question was going.

"Sure." You decide to save the boy from embarrassment. 

Peter's eyes get a shade brighter, relief coursing through his body at how quickly you understood where he was going.

"Really?"

"Only if you get this web off me."

"Oh!" Peter swiftly approaches you, tugging off the substance off you as if it was as light as a feather.

You smile in thanks, flexing your hand from the uncomfortableness it settled in for way too long.

"Can I get a kiss?"

"Save it for the date, Parker."

[kzuha]

#DAY TO DAY

CHARACTERS: BENNETT, CHILDE, CHONGYUN, KAZUHA, THOMA, XIAO, XINGQIU, ZHONGLI

GENRE: FLUFF

PAIRING: CHARACTER X GN!READER

“RANDOM RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS.”

NAVIGATION

#BENNETT

he has tried cooking for you on multiple occasions but it’s always been barely eatable at best so far (ToT) even though he’s trying so hard!!

he swears it’s gonna be good every single time but it just never is…and he’s always so upset when it tastes bad :(( it’s truly heartbreaking-

he always feels so bad when you still try to eat it, too (ू˃̣̣̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ ू)!!

“n-no, don’t keep eating it!! you’ll get poisoned or something please-“

for your birthday he tried out a few different dishes and got razor and barbara to try them before he gave them to you…both suffered minor tummy aches but at least your portion tasted good, right? (╯︵╰,)

also!! baking is completely off the table with him, the last time he tried the oven broke and the cake he pulled out was simultaneously burned and raw (๑•́ 3₋•̩̥̀๑) ｡｡｡

#CHILDE

he’s so competitive, you’re not sure if it’s cute or annoying sometimes- ( ´◉‿ゝ◉`) 。。。

like, if you master a new recipe or a new fighting technique, he’ll try his absolute darnest to learn it as well and to be better than you- :’)

and if he succeeds? get ready for him to tease you endlessly, “ah, look at that, baby! do you need help with that? don’t be afraid to ask, i know it’s hard to master! well, it wasn’t that hard for me, but you know~” he’s so proud pls

but if he fails? dear archons, if he fails?! he’s pouting and grumbling about it for the rest of the day (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

“hey, it’s fine! don’t worry too much, you’re-“

“it’s not fine!” >:(((

but don’t worry!! it’s nothing a few kisses can’t fix (*≧∀≦*)

#CHONGYUN

no one - not even chongyun! - knows why he always tries your spicy food (｀・∀・´)

he knows it’s bad for him, but he has this almost ?? primal ?? instinct to try anything and everything you eat - he’s a strong believer in “what’s mine is yours, and what’s yours is mine”, especially when it comes to food-

it’s become a habit between the two of you to share any food with each other, and unfortunately for poor chongyun, you do tend to eat hot and/or spicy food (　ﾟдﾟ)

so, sometimes, he just takes a bite of your food without realising that it’s hot and….let’s just say it’s quite the show each time (°▽°)

the worst part, though? the fact that he’s like a trusty puppy that almost immediately forgets about it and still tries to eat it again like a week later- (´；ω；`)

#KAZUHA

he picked up woodcarving and began carving little figurines for you (*´∀｀*)

some of them are cute animals or flowers, others are a little…questionable? he gave you a tiny carved hilichurl once and your were just ??? (・・?) we kill them?? hello?

kazuha just enjoys having something to do, and carving little figurines is the perfect hobby: he can talk to you while also making something for you - it’s the perfect pastime, kaedehara kazuha approved! (￣∇￣)

you love him and his little figured but it’s gotten to a point where you have a whole shelf full of them (´-ω-`) they’re cute!! but…

…it’s pretty awkward when someone visits for the first time and you have to explain that you’re in fact not collecting tiny hilichurl figures, but that it’s actually your boyfriend who makes them _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

#THOMA

he loves hiding your stuff ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

like, there genuinely is no other way to really say it - he just takes your stuff and hides it somewhere- ( ͒ ඉ .̫ ඉ ͒)

thoma finds it weirdly adorable when you’re frantically running around, searching whatever he hid from you this time… he loves your focused, mildly panicked expression!!

he’s always the one to find whatever your looking for without fail!! what a coincidence~

of course he can’t help you for free!! he’s a busy man taking care of the kamisato residence, so his seeking service has a price - usually, a few kissies will suffice ʕ￫ᴥ￩ʔ

once you realise it’s him though…nothing really changes because now it’s just a game between you two!! you’ll hide it from him and he’ll hide it from you (・ε・｀*)

#XIAO

he doesn’t really know how to express himself or how to act most of the time. he’s trying really hard, but it’s still hard for him to pick up on some things ( •́દ•̩̥̀ )

for example, he doesn’t know what to do when you’re upset - whether it’s because of him or something else doesn’t matter, he’s simply overwhelmed and doesn’t know what to do

well, until he noticed how excited you get over flowers. since then, he’s always running off to pick flowers if he notices that you’re upset-

he even went to liyue harbour once to get some roses he otherwise wouldn’t be able to get after he was unnecessarily mean to you (๑˃̥̩̥̥̥̥̆ಐ˂̩̩̥̥̩̥̆৭)

he knows flowers aren’t a fix it all solution, but they make your eyes grow soft and always, without fail, make you smile so…can you really blame him for depending on them :((

#XINGQIU

he doesn’t really let anyone but you read his unfinished novels (￣･ω･￣)

he’ll show you every time he worked on them for a while, simply because he enjoys your input

it doesn’t matter if you don’t have much to say or if you’re not particularly a novel person - he simply enjoys sharing his passion with you

there are two characters in his novel, which just so happen to be a couple, that seem to be a little too similar to you an xingqiu for it to be a coincidence…but would he ever admit it? absolutely not!（　･`ー･´） +

your opinion is always the most important one to him. whenever he is suffering from writers block, you’re his source of motivation and inspiration, but pssshhh!! that’s a secret, that’s way too cheesy for him to admit Ψ( ｀▽´ )Ψ

#ZHONGLI

you see, he really enjoys simple, small things now!!

he actually has a tiny mushroom farm and every time they’re big enough he gets really excited and looks forward to eating them (๑>◡<๑)

the problem is that he doesn’t really know how to cook them? yes there are many dishes he could make, but he wants it to be special!! they’re his tiny mushrooms!! he grew them!!

so don’t be surprised when you see him chatting with some of the grannies, all of them giving him tips and little pointer on how to best prepare them- (✿╹◡╹)

“look at that, my dear. they’re growing quite well, no?”, while he’s holding the mushrooms right in your face, your eyes still blurry from being shaken awake (￣･ω･￣)~

TAGLIST: @whygz @blissmal

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Could you maybe write something with dark dark Steve who has a huge size kink and crying kink and loves to humiliate?

School Days

Note: sorry it took so long. been kinda down. also hope i did OK with humiliation.

Summary: Co-worker makes you feel uncomfortable.

Warning: 18+Only, short reader, size kink, crying kink, humiliation kink, non consent, forced fingering and cock warming i think

Dark Coach Steve x Short Teacher Reader

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You had always had a love of teaching. Growing up your friends would always groan when it was your turn to pick what to play, because you always chose to play school.

You knew exactly what you wanted to do when you got to college. You wanted to shape young minds. It was fascinating watching them grow and learn right before your very eyes.

Shelby elementary hired you two years after you received all of your certificates. Replacing their beloved Mrs.Pepper Potts after she moved out of town with her husband.

You taught first graders. You preferred teaching the lower grades. The higher grades were a bit difficult. Competing for attention when most of the students where dealing with raging hormones proved an exhausting endeavor. Your short stature became a reoccurring issue too. During your student teacher days you realized the taller they got the more they seemed to not take you seriously.

At least working with the lower grades you were less likely to be confused as a student. You had lost track of how many times you were stopped in the hall by a colleague. With the lower grades you towered over your class and commanded respect with little effort.

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You felt exhausted. Your first parent teacher meeting was over. It was endearing and encouraging that so many parents had so many concerns about the development of their little ones. But their critiques on your credentials didn't fail to strike a nerve, an issue new teachers faced all the time. You smiled through it as you normally did. Letting them have their back handed remarks as you answered and waited out the clock.

When it was all over you needed a drink. You cleared up the mess they left for you, a preview of what to expect from their spawn.

When everything was in its place you tackled the blackboard. Taking out your stool you stood on tip toes erasing. You had the bright idea of outlining your curriculum on the board for all the parents to view. It was hard getting it all on the massive board, but with your step stool you got as high as you could go.

"Hey! Whoa you know that's dangerous." A voice rushed to your side as your stool tilted.

"Are you OK little one?" he asked helping you down.

God he's tall. You barely came eye to eye with his chest. You tensed in his arms and when he realized his mistake he released you.

"Oh sorry" he rubbed the back of his head slightly embarrassed. "I'm Steve Rogers." He reached out a hand for you to shake. You took it and introduced yourself. His firm grip swallowed your hand, when he squeezed you held in the hurt from the pressure.

Steve's presence was intimidating despite the smile he wore. When he released your hand, you took as step back, but he stepped forward.

He is just a close talker. Don't over analyze.

"Sorry again with your clothes I just assumed you were..." He motioned at your clothing.

Taking inspiration from Ms Frizz, your favorite animated teacher, you always wore colorful puffy skirts that depicted various things related to education or fairy tails. The look kept the attention of the youngsters, but it certainly didn't look childish.

"It's OK, but I am afraid you are a bit late for the meeting."

Spinning away you move to the other side of your desk to give yourself more space. "If you wouldn't mind filling in your information, encase of emergencies or special needs. I know you probably filled it out for the front office, but I like to have my own copy." You explained as you handed him a pen and the piece of construction paper with the other parents info.

He took it and filled it out. "I just erased the curriculum, but I can email you a copy."

"Did you also used to teach at Camdien?" Steve inquired, bending over your desk as he wrote. While you waited you packed up your belongings.

"Um yes I was a student teacher there. Did you have a child there too?"

"I coached there actually. Well was." He rose and approached you. Slipping your purse straps on your shoulder, you tried to remember if you seen his face before. You didn't recognize it. As striking as he was you doubted you would forget it.

But the athletic department lived in a world separate from the teachers. Their multiple championships brought in funding that went to their brand new athletic facility. The highly coveted building allowed them to live above the peasant class of the faculty. You had even heard a nonsensical rumor that they even had a Starbucks and onsite masseuse.

When he handed it back you reached out, but Steve pulled the paper just out of reach. Hovering it over your head like a bully playing keep away. You huff and frown after two attempts. You were not a child and would not be treated as such. Pursing your lips you made a move to leave. You would just go through the admin office to get the information.

"Aw don't pout, but I must say you do look adorable when you do." He smiled down at you as he blocked your retreat. His wholesome grin did not match the darkness in his eyes. There was a disconnect somewhere. You felt like a mouse before a lion. Were the other teachers like this? You were so eager to get started working you did little research in the school that so swiftly hired you. "Here you go."

Snatching the paper away you say, "thank you." It sounded slightly annoyed, but you did your best to choke down the edge.

Unhooking the lip of your bag you placed it with the others as his shadow clouded you. Ignoring it you side step him.

"Yeah I remember. I used to see you at Camdien." Steve recalled, blocking you once more. You stopped just short of bumping into him as you closed your bag. "Cute little thing, roaming the halls." Steve informed you, stepping closer once more, making you take a step back. The alarm bells blared in your head at that comment.

"Boy wasn't I relieved I wasn't crossing the line with all the thoughts I had." He chuckled as your back hit the chalkboard. You had to strain your neck to look him in the eye this close.

The principal was making his rounds soon. He wouldn't try anything right?

"Mr. Rogers-"

"Coach" he interrupted. He didn't touch you but that fact gave you very little relief. You felt your nails dig into your palm as you gripped the thin strap of your bag. Your arm the only barrier between you two. "Just call me Coach."

"Rogers!" Your saving grace, Principal Barnes, exclaimed from the door. Steve's body blocked you from James. "There you are. Nice to see your getting to know your colleagues."

"Yeah, just sharing stories from Camdien" Steve stepped aside to greet Principal James. His hand landed on the top of your head, messing your hair as he patted you playfully like a dog. You swallowed the discomfort as he moved to talk to James. You gathered the rest of your things as they focused their attention on each other.

"Oh yeah I forgot you both came from their."

You took that opportunity to make your exit. Walking fast mumbling a 'goodnight,' you bolted toward the door. They replied back, but you ignored it, allowing their chatter to fade the further down the hall you got.

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The first week of school was hectic. Lost students, late students, little accidents here and there, it ran the gambit. But nothing worried you more than P.E. period.

Steve was listed as your classes gym teacher and made the drop-off a chore. It surprised you how increasingly inappropriate he was becoming. Always stretching out your name flirtatiously in front of the children causing them to taunt you with 'OOO's, and pepper you with questions about the nonexistent relationship until you departed.

They stayed in line as you approached the double doors that led to the gymnasium. He was there, dressed in his sweat pants, gym shirt and the whistle dangled from his lips.

As you ushered them inside he caught site of you as he wrangled another group and smirked. It was unnerving especially when your students egged him on by making kissy noises loudly when they noticed him too. On one occasion he sent a note with one of your students asking you out. You ignored it.

You should've reported him you know, but what would they say 'Oh he was just being friendly' or any number of things to justify his behavior. You'd been in enough situations to know without evidence that met their standards nothing would happen.

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In the teachers lounge Steve made his presence known. You stared at your custom coffee mug as it sat high on the edge of the third shelf. You had half a mind to take and break his, as it taunted you from the first. You were growing more and more tired of his antics. This wasn't the first time and you knew it wouldn't be the last.

Two arms planted themselves on either side of you as something rested on your head.

It was him you knew it. Who else would it be?

"Need some help little one?" He hummed.

"God damn it Steve get off me" you barked You elbowed him, but the mountain of a man didn't budge.

"No need to be nasty."

You felt him push you into the counter, crushing you against it as he reached for your cup on the high shelf.

"Here you go" he said placing it daintily in front of you.

Calm down don't blow your lid he is doing this to fuck with you.

"Shouldn't you be watching my class?" You asked as you waited for him to move out of your way.

"Student teacher got me covered. You remember what that's like? Give them the work while we teachers kick back and relax."

He backed away allowing you to get the coffee, but stayed glued to your side. You ignored him, pulling out your phone and flopped on the couch, waiting for gym time to end.

Steve of course sat next to you crowding you into the corner. He boldly placed a hand on your thigh, you brushed it off, cursing at him to 'go away'. If you got up he would only follow so you crossed your legs and leaned into the arm of the couch. Don't let him get to you.

Steve stretched out his arm on the back of the couch. Even sitting next to you he towered over you. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you in snugly. Your head resting against his tone chest. "God your so adorable."

"Steve!" you almost shriek at him as his other hand slyly crept under your skirt. "Jesus Christ what the hell is wrong with you."

You try to stand suddenly, but get jerked back down. Landing in the same awkward situation as before.

"Fuck you let me go" you hissed at him. He only chuckled as you tried to stop his hand from advancing up your skirt again. You became panicked the further he got.

Clamping your thighs tightly together as he wedged between your crossed legs. Your eyes shifted to the door before you, the couch sat across from the only entrance. If anyone came in they surely would be under the wrong assumptions.

His arm refused to budge as you attempted to pry him away. Steve was nothing but muscle, struggling was getting you no where, each shift pressed him hard against your sensitive area.

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"You know I've been nothing, but nice to you" Steve sounded disappointed.

"Stop please" you sounded panicked and desperate. Your nails dug into his arm as you tried to fight back an ache that taunted you as he teased.

"But you always give me attitude." He stated casually.

You slapped him. The sound loud in the empty room. Your eyes blurred with tears of frustration. Your hit did nothing, only leaving his cheek red, but from the smile on his face he liked it.

"And violent too. Hope you don't act that way around your class" he tsked while poking hard at the growing wet spot. You felt your spine curve and breath become heavier, your toes curled in your shoes as he increased his friction.

"Oh look at you. You like that don't you" he teased rubbing circles after noticing the tension in your legs relax. You cocked back to slap him again, but stopped when you felt his other hand at the back of your neck. It squeezed softly, but it was a warning nonetheless. You felt defeated. Not only was Steve bigger than you, he was stronger. Tears of frustration finally fell as you lowered your hand and let him do as he pleased.

"God your even cuter when you cry." He preened. "Tell you what. Since we don't have that much time....Kiss me and I will stop." You bristled as you felt him peel your panties to the side.

He didn't wait for your reply. Steve crashed his lips on to yours without warning. You flinched expecting pain, but it was soft. It was so tender that with anyone else they would given and close their eyes, accept it, but you couldn't.

"Stop..Steve.. Please" You panted over his lips, pushing at his chest as his fingers pushed into you. He didn't stop, the kiss only embolden him to go further. You whimpered and moaned as he took from you.

"Give me your panties" he asked pulling away from you, but his fingers still curled inside. "You promised you'd stop" you remind him, wiping away tears.

He wasn't going to relent, you could tell by the determination in his eyes. You felt exposed and embarrassed. Anyone could walk in at any moment and he knew it. He would probably get a slap on the wrist while you would need to find employment else where to escape the shame.

"I promise this time" he said lowly. "No tricks."

Swallowing your pride you lifted in your seat, he moved just enough to let the fabric pass. Rolling them down your knees quickly you hand them over. His hands slipped from you as you pass it. He held them up to the light and examined the wetness he created. Wiping away tears, you stood and bolted toward the door, but stopped when Steve whistled loudly.

"I think you forgot something."

You turned to find him pointing at your discarded mug.

"If you leave it, I leave this in it", he waved your shame in the air.

"Don't forget to wash it....don't want it to leave a stain" he ordered from the couch. You walked back on edge. Snatching the mug from the other side of the table. You rushed to the sink and rinsed your cup. More tears fell as you felt the wetness between your legs. The mirror mounted above the sink allowed you to examine yourself. Your mascara bled a bit and lipstick smeared, but nothing that couldn't be fixed with a dab of a napkin.

You swore to never step foot in the lounge ever again. If you needed to eat you would do it in your car or at your desk. This was supposed to be a magical time for you, but with Steve it had turned into a nightmare.

You sniffed as you blinked away the tears, forcing yourself to stop crying. Gym time was almost over and you needed to pull yourself together and collect your class.

"You know how often I wonder about you" Steve said rising from the couch, you watched him carefully from the mirror. You fumbled your mug, the water splashing back at you.

"Steve you promised" you said meekly, utterly defeated. He stared at you through the mirror, you felt his eyes watch your discomfort as you picked up the cup.

"What would the parents think if they knew their kids teacher walks around the class with no panties on" he tutted. You hung your head low and noticed your panties balled up in his hand as he rested it on the counter.

"I also wonder" He said pressing you into the sink. You felt his resolve through his sweat pants. "Do you fit?"

Fit?

Then it became clear. You felt his cock against your backside. You tried frantically to flea, but Steve caught you by the neck.

"I'm willing to bet you can't even fit half of me inside" he whispered in your ear as he bent you over the sink, crushing. "If I'm wrong I will let you go." Your eyes rounded as he hauled up your skirt. You whimpered as the cool air of the staff room tickled your exposed rear.

Steve was really going to fuck you in the staff room. These walls were paper thin and he knew it. Your head swirled in panic as you pleaded with him to stop. He only chuckled and shimmied down his sweat pants as you swatted back at him.

He angled and aligned himself as you sobbed. The tip slipped through your wet thighs, finding the target of its need.

You choked down a guttural moan as he breathed out 'good girl'. He watched your face as every inch stretched through your insides.

"Its is too much" you gasped out, trembling from the pressure, dancing on your tip toes as you adjusted around him.

"Its all inside" he praised the accomplishment. Forcing you to look at the mirror. "You fit me so good...see."

The mirror reflected your assault to your horror. "All cute holding me inside, taking everything I got" he said while stretching you.

Shooting pains radiated from your core as sharp breaths escaped you.

"Look at you" he taunted "coming apart just for me.... "

You heard the door to the room open and close quickly as you panted wildly. Steve didn't pull out, unabashed, letting whomever take in his pale ass as he continued to stuff you.

You didn't know who saw you, you only hoped his massive body hid you and your shame.

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[watevermelon]

Tease | Venti (Genshin) x Reader (NSFW)

✧ Summary: Venti wielded his appearance like weapon, pouting his bright puppy-like eyes at you whether on the battlefield or the bedroom. There was something about the Archon that moved you to play along, at least not until tonight.

➳ Tags: some semi-public teasing and eventually fluffy sexytimes; Venti is a teasing lil shit; LOTS of humor and most of the Mondstadt characters show up ➳ Navigation

—xXxXxXxXxXxXx— One of the lessons you learned very quickly in your relationship with the Anemo Archon was that Venti was a teasing lil shit. 

Venti loved you — there was no doubt. But his mischievous side popped up in almost every avenue of your time together. When fighting hilichurls or hunting down abyss mages, all it took was a bat of his eyelashes and you were ready to wield a sword on his behalf.

He played on his appearance heavily — puppy dog eyes gazing up at you no matter what the conversation was about. It was easy to look at him and think he was a humble bard who enjoyed a glass of fine wine. Instead of the thousands of year old God who had the power of wind at his mercy.

All it took was a couple smiles and nicely placed laughter and Venti knew he had you under his spell.

And you were even aware of it, the asshole.

Presently, the original Dvalin team had gathered together in Mondstadt. Diluc was hosting again, the bar open even though he grumbled multiple times. Plates of food were displayed on the main table as Barbara and Mona perused the feast, Paimon right alongside them. You were altogether celebrating a time of true peace, one that Jean had called after both Venti and Dvalin were finally long freed by your hands.

Even though your relationship was relatively new, it did not stop the weight of the promises you made to one another. Venti was well aware of your pursuit in finding your brother and you knew that there was nothing that could tie down the God of Freedom.

But that did not stop either of you from falling in love.

Venti took you on private dates where you glided high above the skies — the last time you ever flew this high was alongside your sibling. Your reminisced over solemn moments, Aether simply a memory as you poured out to Venti your past. He would pull you close as you recalled, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck as he comforted you. And you gladly did the same, pulling Venti into a tight hug as he spoke about his time simply with the wind.

Your favorite moments were the quiet ones - like when Venti pulled you into your first kiss as a couple, smiling at you widely as you returned for more and more.

You cherished these moments when you were traveling, only Paimon at your side. Venti would join you sometimes as you explored the Liyue mountain ranges, but his responsibilities lay in Mondstadt. No matter how far you traveled, you made it work by returning back home to the Anemo Archon.

And now you were enjoying the night, sitting at one of the back corner tables as your friends mingled around the bar. You were sitting closer to the wall, Venti at your side while your favorite Outrider sat across from you.

Amber was discussing some of the adventures in the city, something that included slimes but was suddenly evading your memory when you felt a warm hand on your thigh.

You shot a quick, curious look in Venti’s direction, but the Archon was still focused on Amber in front of you. Not for the first time, you cursed your everyday attire, lots of skin on display despite being on the battlefield every day.

This was something Venti took plenty of advantage of.

His hand slid higher up your thigh and you swore that his happy expression only grew. Amber was none the wiser, continuing in her story as Venti’s hand ghosted over the fabric of your underwear. Your gaze flew to the rest of the party, plenty of other eyes that could catch you in the act.

But it seemed Venti could not care less.

His touch only grew bolder, index and middle finger rubbing against your clothed sex. You fought the urge to move into the motion, trying to focus back on the conversation and the woman in front of you.

But Venti knew your mind was anywhere, but here.

And so of course he had to tease you. 

“Don’t you agree that they should continue research by the temple in spite of the ruin guard?” Venti asked, mischievous eyes turning toward you and dragging you back into the conversation.

“Yes.” You answered back clipped.

“Really?” Amber questioned, genuinely curious.

“With the proper knights and if their envoy is careful enough…” You continued, but just as you paused Venti pulled the cloth fully aside to rub at your core. It took all your willpower not to stiffen under Amber’s direct attention, but you stuttered to complete your thought.

“Then…?” The Outrider continued for you.

You shut your eyes to remember, attempting to drown out the mischievous God alongside you. But it seemed you could almost hear the smirk Venti was shooting you. 

He had wasted no time in intimately joining with you the night prior, when you had officially returned back to Mondstadt. Almost every surface of his humble apartment was paired with a memory. And even then, it seems Venti could not get enough of you.

“Then they should be able to safely conduct their necessary research.” You finally finished your thought.

“Maybe you should join them next time.” Venti proposed as his fingers continued to play with your clit.

You couldn’t even deny the effects that he had on you — your essence starting to leak out in response to his touches. That was one of the things he loved about you — how eager you were for him in kind. Very rarely did you ever push him away and, if he pushed the right buttons, you would rise to his challenge later that night.

“Oh, you should! Nothing like the protection from our favorite honorary knight.” Amber replied with a genuine smile.

“It’d be my pleasure.” You responded, reaching for your glass to drown out your expression with wine. 

“Your pleasure indeed.” Venti murmured under his breath, loud enough only for you to hear.

Amber was called by one of the other Knight’s and she turned in her seat to face him. Her back was facing you now and you let you out a quiet, but incredibly long sigh. Venti’s expression could be compared to a lighthearted smile, but you knew that a smirk was underneath that forcibly innocent aura.

His fingers rubbed circles against your clit — his skin a wildfire against yours as you wet the seat beneath you. Venti shoved in his middle and index with little warning, pistoning them while the other partygoers lay innocent to his dirty deed. 

 “My love, if you continue to make that face then surely everyone here will know.” Venti murmured this against the skin of your ear for a second, before straightening back in his seat.

You tried your best to hide your impassioned look, but it was hard to do so when your lover was working directly against you. You felt this thumb rolling harshly on your clit while his fingers thrust in quickly. Trying deep breaths to hide your moans, Venti leaned down to kiss you on the lips proper.

You followed the motion immediately, chin lifting as you savored the feel of his lips against yours. The crease of your lips parted for him, Venti immediately licking at your wet cavern. He knew you completely and this included how to throw you right over the edge.

One of your hands grabbed at his arm and just as you were about to feel that sweet release, Venti pulled away entirely and sat back in his seat.

“Alright, lovebirds. No need to gloat your kissy face in front of the rest of us single people.” Amber’s voice cut through your thoughts and you blushed at her words.

“Hehe.” Venti giggled aloud, his laugh while usually endearing, was nothing but mocking toward you.

At least Amber did not catch more than kissing.

But just as you were relieved to have not been caught, you were annoyed that Venti had just teased you right to your breaking point. You turned to the Archon, but he was already looking at you.

Expecting a teasing smirk in place, you were pleasantly surprised to see the loving gaze he was throwing you. Venti instead grabbed your hand, lifting it to his lips and kissing the top as he maintained eye contact with you. 

It was hardly scandalous, but Amber still exclaimed. “Oh my god — just get married already!”

Venti laughed, but did not let go of your hand. At this point, while you were glad to see everyone again, you had one thing on your mind and it had much to do with what was leaking out of your sopping wet pussy.

But Venti was intent on celebrating tonight, drinking plenty of wine and shooting you looks over the rim of his glass. Different faces stopped at your table, Barbara exclaiming her greetings and Jean formally addressing the both of you. Kaeya flirted with you while Venti sat right alongside you, but hardly batted an eyelash when he was waved away by the Archon.

The hand holding yours squeezed once the Cryo user walked away. Venti leaned into you, kissing you on the nose before murmuring. “You’re mine; don’t forget that.”

You narrowed your eyes in response and gritted out in frustration, “Then why don’t you fill me up proper so I remember?”

“Hehe.” Venti chuckled before moving to whisper by your ear, “Don’t tell me you're still dripping wet with all these people around us?”

“You’re such a lil shit.”

“To think you’re so naughty.” Venti continued, crafting a sensual word picture through his words. The Bard too often used his powers against you. “Surrounded by all our friends and your main concern is the feel of my cock as I split you wide open.”

He was so smooth with his words, the same lips that poured out endearments was just as likely to light your nerves aflame.

“Tell me how hard you need me inside you.” Venti demanded, “Would my little minx prefer it if I painted your walls white tonight? Or are you so desperate for me that I should take you right here?”

“Venti—“

“Ah, not a good enough answer.” He cut off, “Looks like you’ll have to wait.”

And he sure as hell made you wait. Through stories and conversing with the rest, you were stuck at the bar until Diluc was finally shutting the lights off. You waved at Amber and the rest a warm goodnight, not at all gentle as you gripped Venti’s wrist and stalked in the direction of his apartment.

He openly laughed at your eagerness, but did not fight your grip.

The moment his door slammed behind the both of you, you were gripping at his clothes and throwing them off to his hardwood floors. Your mouth gravitated towards his — for once you were commandeering the lead tonight.

You pulled Venti towards his bedroom, open mouth kisses as you pulled him along. Once you were close enough, you practically pushed the poor man onto his own bedsheets. Your dress followed as a heap on the floor before you hovered over the Archon. You held a firm grip at his wrists, keeping his arms in place as you nipped at his neck and sucked dark hickies along his skin.

Venti was usually the one who took the initiative in the physical aspect of your relationship and for once, you were dominating the bedroom activities. After all, he had all the power to push you off, but Venti was relishing the way you lost yourself to the lustful passion.

Grinding your naked hips against one another, Venti openly moaned into the air. You just kept sucking at his skin, running down his chest before surfacing back upward. Running a playful tongue over each of his taut nipples, you loved the way Venti was gazing at you from beneath.

“I should make you have a taste of your own medicine.”

“Oh?”

“Should I bring you right to the precipice, my sweet bard?”

Venti smiled before challenging you, “I’d like to see you try.”

You licked your lips before trailing downward, a confident hand wrapping around his shaft. Giving only small kitten licks at the throbbing, pink head, Venti watched you as he folded his arms behind his neck.

To catch him off guard, you took a breath and downed his dick in one swallow. His dick poked at the back of your throat and you fought the urge to gag, your nose prodding against his skin. Venti’s voice broke the cool evening air as he moaned loudly, one hand reflexively carding through your hair.

You swallowed around him before pulling off his dick entirely, placing a small kiss on the head before repeating. Venti continually groaned at your rapidly deep pace, vibrations from your mouth only heightening his pleasure.

To think that you were so meek when you first started being intimate. You were hesitant to hold hands and never really had experience being like this with another person. Venti loved the fact that he was guiding you through it and was almost proud at how he was fully at your mercy now.

Even balls deep inside, you licked at the underside of his shaft and tried your best to swallow around him. He had to fight the need to curse, pleasantly surprised at how you were dominating the night. Venti planned on teasing you the entire time, but it was even better finally seeing you snap.

You felt his hips spasm in place and pulled off of him before he came, hearing a soft groan in response almost immediately.

Venti tried to guide you back to his dick, but you pulled off and shook your head at him, eyes latching onto his from your lowered position.

“You better finish this.” His voice held little patience.

Instead you smirked and shot back, “Like you did with me earlier?”

With little preamble, Venti wiped the smirk off your face by pulling you up and maneuvering into switched positions. You suddenly found yourself on your stomach as Venti aligned himself from behind, the only moment of reprieve was when he pushed in the head of his dick. He stewed there for a few seconds, giving you time to push him off if you did not want it, before thrusting himself all the way through.

You nearly screamed at the long impale, his shaft filling up your pussy as you gripped his bed-sheets tightly. Head shoved downward, you grinded your ass in tandem with his thrusts, a slave to your passion as you wanted to feel him in the most intimate way possible.

His pace ran wild, varying in speed and intensity with each thrust as if to keep you on edge. You felt one of his hand glide its way up your back, outlining your spine before he buried his fingers in your hair. His hold was not gentle, keeping you head down and ass up as he rut harshly against your ass.

His other hand snaked around your waist, returning back to the area that he had graced back at the bar. You tensed around him as he played with your clit, earning a harsh groan in response from the sudden tightness.

Venti leaned down to kiss at your neck, eager to mark those planes of skin as his alone. You expected to be fucked stupid, but he guided you onto your back in the next second.

“Look at me, taking you.” He instructed, connecting eyes with you before motioning down to where you were joined. “It was cute watching you try to take over tonight.”

It was becoming too much for you. Venti was attractive on multiple levels, but what really drew you to the bard was his way with words. And it seemed he picked up on that quickly, eager to whisper sweet nothing or even better, dirty words into your ears at almost any time.

You moans bounced off the walls, along with Venti’s mischevious words, mixed with the sound of skin slapping skin as his thighs continuously met your ass.

“Look at the way you grip me so good. Your sweet lips give such a good nectar, but I’ll get a better taste later.” Venti continued before leaning your foreheads together. “You’re mine.”

To think the God of Freedom was so possessive.

But it seemed he also wanted a response, from the way he kept staring into your eyes after.

“Always yours.”

He shot you a genuine smile in response, more sloppy, open-mouth kisses following as he continued to slap skin against skin. You folded your fingers behind his neck, trying to get any semblance of balance as you lost yourself to the feel of his glistening cock.

Venti continued whispering similar thoughts to you, receiving moans and labored agreements from you in response. He was very vocal during intimate times, which you absolutely loved hearing.

Formal words escaped you as Venti joined your hips together, moans pouring out in a reverence that the Archon cherished.

Taking advantage of your lost mental state, Venti asked. “Tell me, does my little minx want me to fill her up?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed, pussy throbbing just at the thought of it.

You heard him swear under his breath, his hips faltering in rhythm as you both neared a similar end. Like a spring being quickly uncoiled, you felt the pressure in your lower stomach burst almost all at once. Clenching hard on his cock, you clawed into his back as he rubbed at a particular spot in your greedy pussy.

“Please!” You begged without direction, Venti following your hidden words as he all but slammed your hips together.

All at once, you felt your tight hole fill to the brim with your shared essence, walls finally painted white as you both finally reached your end. You felt like a puddle of bones on the bedsheets, Venti pulling you to his chest as he laid on his back.

Venti did not hesitate, kissing your forehead even as he struggled to gain his breath. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You replied, much more fatigued than he as you lazily pawed at his hair.

You were hardly equals but in moments like this, Venti made you feel like the most loved person in the world. He placed butterfly kisses along your neck — you could feel his smile on your skin.

“I’m always so grateful when you come home.” Venti continued, lips murmuring against your skin.

Home.

You started here as a simple traveler, without Mora to your name and not a single family member alive. But Venti and all the wonderful people of Mondstadt filled the hole in you heart.

You inclined upward to meet his lips and replied saying,

“I’m finally home.”

[harrystylesslutt]

can you write mean dom reader with sub harry please? love your writing <33

I live for sub harry😩🤚🏼

Warnings: smut, mean dom reader, sub harry, rimjob, choking, slapping, degrading kink, mommy kink, spanking. (the reader is mean in the beginning but soft in the end)

You and harry had been invited to dinner with friends. Harry had been in a subby mood lately, but you didn't really think it would matter so you just accepted to invitation.

So that's why he's been whiny and touchy all night. His hand rested on your thigh as he leaned in to whisper in your ear the dirty things he wanted you to do to him earlier.

You tried to ignore him as much as you could, but when you saw him palming himself thru his pants while looking at you, you couldn't take it anymore.

You leaned in and whispered in his ear "follow me in 5 minutes" and then you excused yourself to the bathroom.

In less than 5 minutes you saw harry walking in the ladies room, smirking. He obviously thought he won. He walked over to you, you wasted no time, quickly grabbing him by the hem of his shirt pulling him closer to you to smack your lips together.

While your lips moved messily together, you brought your hand down and unzipped his pants, making him groan into your mouth.

Once you undid his pants you noticed that he wasn't wearing underwear, you pushed him against the wall, wrapping a hand around his throat, making his eyes widen, obviously not expecting that.

"You're a fucking attention whore you know that?" You said while wrapping your other hand around his hard cock, slowly stroking it, the action pulling a moan out of him.

"Couldn't stand not having me all to yourself huh?" When you get no answer, seeing he was lost in the pleasure your hand was giving him, you stop your movements and bring your hand to his face and slap him.

You feel his cock twitch against you, "You like getting slapped hm? Like the proper slut you are." You pause to chuckle slightly "When I talk to you, you fucking answer me, understand?"

You slap him again, and tighten your hand around his throat, "fuck yes m-mommy I'm your fuck toy, your slut, please do something" he whimpers.

"C'mon be a good whore for mommy and bend over the counter" you order him, releasing his throat from your hand, watching him obey you quickly, he pulls his pants down pushing his ass back to nothing, "pathetic" you mumble before moving over to join him.

You spread his ass cheeks enough to see his hole, "please mommy" he whines. "What do you want, c'mon tell me" You started tracing his hole with your finger, hearing him groan.

"answer me" you pull his hair, only making him moan and push his ass back "Stop being a fucking brat" You bring your hand down to spank him "harder" you hear him whisper.

"So now you wanna give orders too? fucking brat, you know what maybe I should fuck someone in front of you, maybe you can learn from them how to be a good boy, and who knows, maybe they can replace you"

"N-no mommy, please, I promise I'll be your good boy, you're only mine, no one else gets to feel you, please I'll behave" you smirk at his desperate words "Pretty selfish of you, if you ask me"

You spank him one more time before kneeling and blowing on his hole, making him shiver. "Be a good whore for me and you'll get to keep me yeah?"

He nods quickly whispering a low "I promise" before letting out a loud moan when you start licking over his hole, while tugging his cock.

You pull your hand away not wanting him to cum too soon, teasing him with the tip of your tongue, before pushing it all the way in, making his fist slam on the counter, his eyes screw shut, and his mouth hung open.

"fuck mommy!" You start thrusting your tongue in and out, trying to keep a fast paste. Suddenly interrupted with a knock on the door. Your eyes widen, and you tap harry's thigh, signaling him to answer.

"o-occupied!" he says, trying to sound as normal as possible, since you were still fucking him with your tongue.

"Is everything okay in there?" the person asks, you roll your eyes, and bring your hand down to fondle his balls, making it harder for him to keep his moans in.

"Yeah! I'm o-" He gets cut off with a moan, feeling you circle the tip of your finger around his slit, collecting the precum, spreading it all over his cock, before stroking it fast.

He tries to cover it up with a cough "Um y-yeah I'm fine". The person mumbles something else, which you don't bother to hear, since you're too busy focusing on making harry cum.

You then hear foot steps, which means the person left. Thank god. "Fuck! Mommy I'm so close, gonna cum all over your hand!"

You pull your tongue out, and stop moving your hand when he says that. "I was so close! please, I was being good mommy".

"shh, calm down sweet boy, want you to turn around, can you do that?" you whisper softly.

He slowly turns around, his knees almost giving out, when he does, you wrap your hand around his cock again, and put his tip in your mouth, sucking it, while stroking the rest of his dick.

"fucking- just like that, love your mouth mommy" he moans. You push him deeper in your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat and you start bobbing your head up and down fast.

"oh shit! fuck fuck fuck, so close" he whines and starts thrusting in your mouth with no warning, making you gag and your eyes water. But you don't mind.

His hand grips your hair, his thrusts becoming sloppier, his breathing becoming erratic, "Mommy! I'm cumming!" at this point neither of you care how loud he is, you're pretty sure the people who walked past the bathroom heard him, but it doesn't matter.

You feel his warm, thick cum shoot down your throat, some of it dripping out of your mouth, you moan at the taste of him, before pulling him out. You lick his tip clean, and collect the cum that was dripping on your chin with your fingers before sucking them clean.

You slowly get up, pulling his pants up and helping him zip them, while he's still trying to catch his breath.

"Kissy?" he mutters, while looking at you. You smile softly and lean in to press a kiss to his swollen lips. "Was I too harsh?" you ask worriedly.

"No you were perfect, I loved it, y'not actually gonna replace me are you?" You chuckle at his words, exchanging another kiss before saying "nope never, now c'mon let's get the walk of shame over with".

A/N: I can't even describe the things I felt while writing this😩 I wanted to keep the reader mean till the end but I just couldn't I'm sorry😭🤚🏼 anw I hope you liked it! Request for more! <3

[helpinghanikan]

Kinktober 2022 (Day 11)

It’s been getting harder and harder to be with Bucky.

You knew it would be a hard relationship when you got together. He warned you about his responsibilities. Talked about how often he traveled. And even had a session with him and his therapist to better understand how to be a good partner for him.

That doesn’t make it any easier.

It’s been four days since you’ve talked to Bucky, let alone touched him. Obviously he was safe. Sam was with him and you had nothing to worry about. But coming home to an empty bed and phone really sucks.

That’s one of the many reason that your heart skipped a beat when he texted.

The number is different every time. It’s always a new burner phone that no one would see as a threat. If anyone went through your phone records they’d just think you had several men lined up.

‘Are you awake?’ The text said.

‘Yep, how are you doing?” You replied. Quickly followed by. “I take it your free right now?”

‘You know I can’t say and yeah, I got a few minutes.’ Bucky, brilliant Bucky, didn’t take long to then send. ‘You alone? I am.’

Without any clue as to what time it was for him you took a chance. Lifting your shirt high up and over your bra and snapping a quick picture. Sending it before you could think about doing anything else.

Bucky doesn’t reply for at least a minute. This rises panic that you had come off too strong. Or read the vibe wrong and now Bucky was dealing with an unsolicited tit pic. If you sent a quick text saying sorry then maybe you can turn the conversation back around…

A little ting from your phone stops that train of thought. Along with your heart when you get a look at the picture he just sent.

He’s in a hotel. Taking the few minute pause to head into the bathroom and loose his shirt. Taking a selfie in the mirror with his metal arm up and over his head. He was starting to let his chest hair grow back in. Dark brown hair covering his pecks and creating a happy trail down to his sweatpants. It takes a second to realize he was making a duck/kissy face in the mirror.

‘You know I’m the photogenic one.’ He adds to the text. His way of reminding you to not send any pictures of your face or defining marks. Nothing that would make it easy to ID you if the phone were to be compromised.

Another picture is sent. This one from a high angle. Looking down at the sweatpants where his metal hand cups his erect cock through the fabric. You’ve seen it enough to know how nice that cock was, but it was always nice to have a reminder.

‘I need you, babe. You have no idea.’ He adds.

‘How much do you need me?’ You ask, ready to get what you deserve from all the time he’s been away from you.

The next image sent is without his pants entirely. His hips turned toward the mirror to show the outline of his backside. His thigh up just a bit to hide his cock from being on display. It’s not hard to tell he had a collection of pinups hidden somewhere. Where else would he learn how to do this pose?

‘You are going to need so much Gatorade when you get back.’ You warned.

Another image is sent, this one with everything on display. Front facing, nothing too exciting aside for the lack of clothes. But that wasn’t what you were focused on. It was his face that had your complete attention. He was smiling. The sweet kind of smile he has when you meet him at a restaurant. The genuine kind that really made you fall in love with home at the very beginning. That his dick was big was really just a bonus.

[oriigirii]

💞 MC is a Genshin Simp 💞

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{ AN: Omg! This is my first ask so thank you anon (๑ↀᆺↀ๑)/!! This is such a vibe too haha, I hope you like it! } Warnings: None [Maybe Refs and Chars you wont get if you dont play Genshin Impact] * Probably a bit OOC too *

Reader: Gender-Neutral [Default]

( ⓛ ω ⓛ *)

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< Genshin Impact was a game that took the human realm by storm, with its open-world gameplay, its competitive PvE and aesthatic settings, it was truly something that captured you the moment the beta was announced. Although, as with any Gacha games, you weren’t only attracted to the world and its setting.

No no.

The characters were truly the main eye candy of the game. You’d been worried that when you had been sucked into Devildom, you wouldn’t be able to access the game due to, yknow, realm differences, but luckily that wasn’t the case thanks to Levi, and hence why the moment it dropped, you had been spending your life savings simping for characters on every banner.

Yknow theres handsome bois in devildom too... Theyre just kinda waiting for you to put your game down for a moment and kinda notice em ～((Φ◇Φ)‡ >

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ฅ⁽͑ ˚̀ ˙̭ ˚́ ⁾̉ฅ Lucifer

He usually doesn’t mind you playing games

Although, He would’ve preferred if you didn’t cause you kinda need to focus on your studies yknow?

But hey he’s not stopping you

Usually you would stay with him as he works, but he can’t seem to focus with you constantly begging beside him

Small little ‘please’ would be heard every now and then, and a sudden look of disappointment would show on your face.

He tried to ignore it, even giving little cues for you to quiet down, like clearing his throat

You didnt seem to pick up the hint though

He was just about to ask you what you were doing in the first place that has you praying beside him (which is hella rude) but your scream of happiness has him a little more irked and kinda taken back

“LUCIFER! I GOT HIM! LOOK LOOK I GOT HIM!”

You show him the screen showing your pull results

The character held a giant claymore with bright red hair

Before he can get another word in, you snatch your phone back and just sigh as if youd just had a heavenly (ironic) experience and mumble

“I seriously love him, Im so happy...”

Bro same though, Diluc pls come home

You were truly one of a kind, because youve just managed to break the Avatar of Pride’s... well.... Pride.

Did he just get cucked by a man in a video game?

Truly outrageous.

He seems to scoff and holds back a bit of an eye roll as he tries to focus back on his work

But boy oh boy, his salt is high

“If you are going to be causing a ruckus MC, May i suggest you doing it with Levi instead, I have no time for such games. I dont see why youre so caught up in such a character anyways, he looks quite basic.”

His words were sharp, and that was enough to shake you out of your fangirl/boy mode.

You were literally ready to fight the first born, a literal fucking fallen angel, for dissing Diluc like that

like

how dare

But then you notice how he seems to avoid your gaze and a small little red tint was on the tip of his ears.

Lucifer wouldve wanted to see you that happy with him, but no, a game character steals that spotlight.

Angey.

Instead of being intimidated by the sudden coldness, you giggle and finally close your phone and set it aside

You can continue celebrating and bragging about it later, for now, you wrap your arms around his arm and give him a small smooch on the cheek, which definitely makes him blush a tad bit

“Awww Luci dont be like that, Yknow I love you more”

Potential apocalypse has been diverted

But Lucifer does smile the smallest of smiles as he sighs, finding it silly to really get jealous over such a small thing and says

“I love you too, my dear... but you do have to make up for distracting me from my work...”

Well you kinda deserve it, so it wasnt long before both his work and your phone had been ditched

( After a while you do kinda see him quite similar to Diluc and it just makes you smile everytime you think about it, seems you have a thing for the strict cold men huh?)

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Σ(‘◉⌓◉’) Mammon

Why you simping for a fictional character when you already have him?!

He’s your first man!

Your homie!

“Yeah well hes my first 5* so can you blame me?”

S A D N E S S

But for real, this man is just so clingy

He has heard from Levi that you were playing a new game from the human world, and of course, he had wanted to see what it was about by watching you play.

But since it was quite grind-heavy gacha game, he grew a bit bored and asked you to come with him to hang out somewhere else, or even go to the casino and gamble his money away cause he just got goldie back

But no matter what he suggests, you were just so focused on your grinding.

He’d prefer a different kinda grinding right about now with how lonely he is, ya feel me?

But no, you still werent interested.

“Oi! Cmon MC, whats even so important about this?”

“I already told you Mammon, Im grinding for primogems from the event! Theyre gonna be gone soon and I just HAVE to get them! Ugh I swear to Diavolo, if I dont, Imma cry! I didnt get him on their first banner too... ugh!”

Wait no--

Cmon he doesnt want you to cry!

Mammon kinda stays silent for a bit as he watches you struggle to fight the monsters with your low level team, frustration growing on your face.

But as you finish, Mammon seems to snatch your phone

“Hey! whats the big deal Mammon?!”

“Shut up and show me where the store is geez”

Mammon’s demands kinda surprises you and you raise an eyebrow at him, but you do show where it was, and sit back for a while as Mammon just fiddles around with it. You werent sure what he was doing honestly, was he interested? Did you say anything that made him act this way? All you talked about the game was the gacha system so--

oh…

OH

“Mammon! Wait you dont have to---”

“There! I got you as much primo things, or whatever theyre called”

He already has tossed you your phone back and he crossed his arms, looking away as the red blush covers most of his cheeks.

You look at your phone and you honestly felt your heart speed up and stop at the same time at the amount of primos on your account, it was enough for a full 180 pull! If you dont get the limited character on the first 50-50, you have another shot!

You felt your own heart speed up and your face burn so hard, but you do mumble him a quick “But... But why though?”

“Cuz! If you start cryin’ Lucifer’s gonna beat my ass! Dont think I did it for you, you human! I just dont want him taking away Goldie again!”

“But I thought this was your gambling money, isnt it?”

“w-well!... I mean... Hmph.. Gachas kinda like gambling right?, I know Lucifers gonna hang me if he catches me in the casino again anyways, so I thought I might as well just do this... with you...or whatever...” Hes dying, help

But so are you!

Hes too fucking cute and you just glomp him and just hug him as tight as you can!!

Flusterred boi 100

But you do spend you afternoon on his lap, both of you rolling the full 180 in excitement, whether you get that boi/gal you simped for on the banner or not, you still were happy to spend some time with Mammon

He doesnt mind losing a bit of cash for you

but you do promise to pay him back (maybe with a few kissy)

But to be honest, Gacha probably will help him with his gambling addiction...

kinda...

He doesnt go to casinos anymore but he does whale with you now

Lucifer has such a mix feeling with these results.

But he still confiscates Goldie and your card on the end, yall need to chill.

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ヽ(。_°)ノ Leviathan

He probably wasn’t even interested on the game at first

He already has enough games to play, and it just looks like another rip off of some other game he saw not too long ago with that elf looking guy

But when you came to him asking for his help to get the game, you bet your ass that he felt a switch click

Suddenly it was incredibly interesting!

You do share your interests to him almost immediately

By interests, of course i mean the peeps you simp for

The sexy ara ara in the library of mondstat, the pirate looking ass of the guards, the pirate looking ass’s brother thats a wine owner and still highkey reminds you of Lucifer, the demon slayer--- You were actually unsure if you should talk about Xiao but hey hes cool

You explain it all!

From their lore to their voice lines and whatever

But honestly what do you expect from the Avatar of Envy?

Of course hes gonna be a bit jealous! He cant compare to any of these characters! Hes not as witty as that eye patch man, hes not as sophisticated as that red head, hes not as flirty as that ara ara either!

As you go on, you notice that Levi was kinda... half listening....

It made you pout, but then, it made you worried

Uh-oh you know that look

its that, ‘im overthinking’ look

So to snap him out of it, you kinda grab his face as gently as you can

“Need Grimm for your thoughts?”

He flushes and he immediately looks away, but you usher him to look at you as you coo and ask him whats wrong

It takes a bit till he kinda explains to you how hes feeling

In your relationship, you both were practicing being more open with each other, hence why you were proud of Levi for saying it

but you did feel kinda sad and frowned as he finishes explaining

“You... feel jealous?”

“Ugh d-dont say it out loud normie....”

He covers his face with his arm and you just cant help but shake your head with a fond smile, but you do need to address this and comfort him.

“Levi... when you fanboy about Ruri chan, did you ever think she was better than me?”

Your question made him frown and look at you in absolute worry

Did you actually think that you were below Ruri chan?

Of course hes an absolute simp for Ruri but.. cmon

Now that he thinks about it, he does talk about her a lot doesnt he? oh no...

“MC O-Of course not! I love Ruri chan yes, but you... I... I Love... you more...” Levi exe do be dying

But you smile at his response and gently kisses his cheek

“I think thats sweet Levi... But thats how I am too... Youre still better than any of these characters, youre real and they arent, youre mine and I am yours~ Youre my personal 5 star!” You wink at him and Levi just dips

his heart couldnt handle the cuteness and he died, ladies and gentlemen

but for real he did pass out

Must be from all the blood on his head from the blush

But ah, he does get it, and after being showered with love from you, He kinda slowly got over his jealousy

its not immediate but with simple reassurances, you can manage to reel him in and have fun with you

He does end up enjoying the game cause he gets to spend time with you, and he gets to show off when events happen 

He also goes out of his way to memorize locations for materials for you, and when youre sick or busy, he pilots your account

true gamer

But ironically enough hed probably start simping for a character too and of course, you both start bonding over that, which just makes Levi absolutely happy

I wonder if hed simp for Barbara, she is an idol afterall like Ruri chan

Probably lowkey for now

Afterall she looks like a minor so-----

( I dunno i searched shes 16-18 lol )

But regardless, I can imagine you both just cosplaying each others fav characters too

Its a wack looking ship cosplay but yall just simp for each other cause of it, its pretty fun but the rest of the brothers just finds it hella weird

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I only have energy for these 3 as always, Im sorry! But i promise Ill do the rest!! I hope you guys do enjoy, and Id love some feedback on the characters personalities cause I know they can be a bit Ooc, But feel free to send me an ask! Im pretty open lol 〜(￣△￣〜)

[echoalyssa]

Hi! I wanted to ask you if you could rewrite the Cheating Chase request a made a little time ago but with Jaden with the reader being famous just like him and the whole situation havin' an impact on internet and with their (shared) friends or you could write a part 2 for Cheating Chase request but only if it's not gonna bother you in any way...

❤Thank you!❤I LOVE YOUR WRINTTING❤

Warnings: Some naughty time is inferred in this!

Jaden’s music is pounding through his surround sound speaker system. He’s throwing another party. One of his signatures. Bryce is chanting “Shots shots shots!”

Jaden’s busy making out with his girl. He’s got her pressed against a wall.

“Wanna ditch my own party?” He murmurs into her ear. 

She giggles and begins to lead his girlfriend to his bedroom. A girl bumps into his shoulder hard but he barely notices, just continues steering his girlfriend to his room.

When they’re done and getting dressed he wonders where his phone has gone. It had been in his back pocket before...

A knock on the door startles him. It’s the girl who had bumped into him earlier. At least he thinks it was. He’s really not sure. He doesn't look at anyone who isn't his girl.

“You dropped this. Bryce said you were up here.”

Jaden vaguely notes her creepy smile but quickly forgets once his phone is back and his girl calls for him.

~~~ You’re barely home from Jaden’s party when your phone begins to blow up. IT vibrates almost continually, calls and texts filling up the screen. All want you to check Jaden’s instagram.

You plop down on the couch and answer the call from Mads, your best friend.

“Have you checked!?” She shrieks, loud enough that you have to take the phone off of speaker-phone for a second.

“I’m checking now! But what can possibly be so urg-”

No. This can’t be right... it can’t... there, one of his most recent posts, theres no way.

It’s a set of nudes, captioned ‘my beautiful baby girl’ with a kissy face emoji. Except.. those aren't your nudes which means... not that you'd want your nudes posted but...

Mads, taking your silence as an answer whispers, “Y/N I am so sorry.”

You can't speak, your fingers go numb. Your phone falls from your grip and clatters as it hits the floor and bounces.

Mads is speaking but you can't hear her. Your heart feels like its beating a mile a minute.

There had to be some sort of explanation, if you just called him he would be able to clear this up. Right? Right!?

So you pick up your phone, Mads is saying that she’ll make the friend group unfollow him. You excuse yourself, hang up, and dial Jaden. It rings, and rings, and rings, Then, “Hey it’s Jaden. Hit me up later!”

You try again. And again. And again. You get his voicemail every time.

Somehow you’re all the emotions at once. You pull up his instagram, and this time your notice your name is no longer in his bio the way it had been for so long.

‘That’s it.’ You think. 

You unfollow him on instagram, remove his name from your own bio, and delete all the pictures of the two of you together. 

Then you go to Snapchat and un-add him. His contact gets deleted, you unfollow him on twitter and delete his face from your camera roll. 

Satisfied as you can be, you fall into bed and let the tears come.

~~~

By the early afternoon of the next day the gossip is at full roar. You venture on to youtube, and right there, the first video you see is by ‘annaoop’ who is almost the most well known gossip youtube channel focusing on tiktokers.

‘Jaden Hossler cheats on Y/N L/N’ the title reads. Something within you compels you to click on it. 

Her voice rings, talking about ‘tea’. She shows the censored versions of the pictures from his instagram. They’re basically just one blurred skin colored square. 

“How dare he? He hasn’t commented on it at all... Y/N deleted photos of the two of them such as this one from their trip to Bondi Beach.”

The series of photos she displays make your heart clench. ‘Annaoop’ then begins to pull up the followers page on Jaden’s instagram. 

She informs you and the rest of her viewers that Mads, Nessa, Thomas, Petrou, Chase Hudson, Charli, Mia, and others have unfollowed Jaden’s instagram, and sided with you.

From the way she narrates you can tell she’s on your ‘side’. Apparently, Bryce has unfollowed you and written on his Twitter that Jaden would not be making a statement until he talked to you. Except he wasn't even trying to talk to you.

Your fans are going after Jaden, and from the screenshots some are getting ruthless. Some fans have even jumped ship from Jaden to you.

And then theres the die hard Jaden fans of his that are trashing you for not being good enough to him. It had already been established that it wasn't your body because it had a tattoo that you didn't.

Your phone is still blowing up but you don't truly want to talk about it. So instead you post a statement to your instagram and twitter. 

‘I haven’t been able to reach Jaden. We are no longer together because of the incident. Just because this happened does not mean I want or condone you attacking him or any of his friends and family. I love y'all and I will be okay <3 Y/N.’

No sooner than you had posted the statements, theres a loud pounding at your door. Very reluctantly, you open it.

It’s Nessa, she rushes in gushing. “Jaden’s coming here. I heard from Josh who heard from Blake, who heard from-”

“Nessa!” You interrupt, “When?”

“Well you know how bad at math I am but hypothetically, I mean technically he should be here soon!”

And as if right on cue, there’s the sound of your doorbell followed by rapid knocking by a heavier hand.

“I’ll go out the back door so he doesn't see me. Good luck, I love you! Call me if you need anything!” She gives you a quick and fleeting hug and then darts off.

He’s still pounding at your door. And having no other choice, you let him in. As soon as you do he's speaking so quickly that you can barely understand him. 

“Y/Nwhyhaventyoubeenansweringmeivebeencallingandcallingandcallingyouandyouhaventansweredandisawyourannouncementthatwerebrokenup-”

“Did you also happen to see the pictures you posted on your instagram?” You cross your arms.

“Ofcoursebutisweartoyouandeverythingreally-”

“Slow down or we can’t have a conversation Jaden.”

He gives you one sharp nod and takes a few big breaths. “Do you remember at my party when I got knocked by some girl?”

You frown, “No, and I don’t see what that has to do with anything.”

“Well, thats the thing. It was orchestrated to look inconspicuous. She must have taken my phone then because after we were alone... y’know... well she showed up. Gave me my phone claiming I dropped it and Bryce told her where to find me except he didn't. She’s been stalking me Y/N. That’s how she found my room, knew my password. You know I have more respect for women than to post their nudes. You have to believe me! She blocked you from my phone, thats why nothing went through!”

It made sense... and you should believe him but what if he was just a really good liar? So many people were involved in your relationship and now this drama. You’d always tried to keep the private details of your life well... private. But life in the spotlight often prevented that. Maybe the damage had been done. Maybe it was too late. You just didn't know.

“I need to think about it Jaden.”

[asexual-means-no-attraction]

hello. sorry if you've talked about this before, but i never got over the concept of demiromanticism. It's just.. how romantic relationships work, right? you get to know someone; you get attached; you're in love. cue tooth-rottingly cute kissy kissy hand-holding or something

It's good. I talked about this a while ago so the ask is probably buried.

I consider demisexual/romantic as apart of the split attraction model. My FAQ talks about the harm that does. But for demiromantic specifically:

Demiromantic means you need a close connection before you like someone romantically. From personal experience, the reason people tend to think this isn't normal is because of 2 factors.

1. The media always shows people falling in love at first sight. Whether it's a kids show or an adult one where the male sees the girl a cross the bar and is like... "I love her!" Except that's not love. That's infatuation. Most people don't look at a random stranger and start feeling all sorts of emotions. The most they feel is "oh they're pretty/handsome." Media hypersexualizes things so it's easy to feel like you're not normal for not wanting it, either at all or as much as the shows suggest you should. We as a culture (the usa) have this weird disconnected between the media and reality. We hypersexualize everything, but then refuse to teach proper sex ed because of the negative stigma towards sex. Nor do we teach how to identify emotions at all.

2. It's really really easy to NOT realize you have a crush on someone. I didn't realize I had a crush on my girlfriend for years!! I was too focused on classes, dealing with gender dysphoria I didn't realize I had either, trying to figure out the next step after graduation, dealing with family issues, etc etc. Crushes aren't always the first thing on your mind. And if you don't know how to identify a crush then how are you gonna know?

Because crushes don't have to be sexual. They usually aren't. Some crushes may involve you imaging sex, some won't. some might only have you imagining things that friends would do. some involve hand holding, kissing, some don't. Feeling can be complicated and simple and hard to figure out and super obvious. It depends on the crush and the person.

So then many people will realize they have a crush on something only after knowing them for a while. Or more correctly. Most people really don't develop crushes until after knowing someone. Immediate crushes are infatuation. Crushes after knowing someone are you actually getting to know someone and developing feelings. Genuine romantic affection takes time to build up.

If you're like me and it took you a good amount of time before you realized you liked anybody, it's not hard to mistake that for being unable to like anyone until you get to know them for years. But that's not some new identity. It's just not realizing you like someone. And since I've been able to start figuring out exactly what kinda feelings and thoughts lead me to realizing it, I've gotten a lot better at identifying what is and isn't a crush.

Not to mention demiromantic doesn't specify the time needed to form that connection. An old roommate of mine says she's demiromantic but then gets crushes in guys after a week of being friends. She believes that since she doesn't immediately get a crush, that she's demi. When crushes work like that for most people. And a week really isn't that much time at all.

Demi is considered apart of the asexual specrum. So by having such a broad definition of demiromantic and demisexual. You have now basically defined almost the entire planet as asexual in some way shape or form. So asexual loses all meaning.

If it does actually take you years to develop a crush. And it's not just you not realizing feelings have developed. Then I completely understand the alienation you must feel. Most people won't wait that long for you to develop feelings, and you won't know if they'll even happen. You just take a while to get a crush. But that is. Again. Not some new identity. And honestly... There is probably a reason why it takes a while. You can talk to a therapist to figure out how to identify feelings of attraction, and other emotions, as well as explore reason why it takes you so long to trust someone enough to be comfortable dating them.

I hope that makes sense. Feel free to send me another ask or PM me if you have other questions, or if you want clarification. This is very much rushed thoughts on demiromantic. I can take more time and write things out in more depth if you want.

SUMMARY: demiromantic is taking time to develop a crush on someone. Most people need to take time to develop feelings and that's normal. If you take genuine years to develop feelings you might have issues identifying emotions or you have issues opening yourself up to people. Both are perfectly ok and you're not alone in that. But talking to a therapist can help.

[sugarmaplewings-fics]

My Universe

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Request (from @kreampop1257​​): Hi! Could I request a fic where Bakugou and his fem!s/o go camping? it's ok if not!!

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Warnings: None o.O? Ig y’all get a lil kissy kissy but it’s nothing crazy. Also you eat food

Author’s Note:

Sorry again for the long wait! Have some incredibly soft Bakugou (like literally almost ooc söft). Also this one ended up being gender-neutral (no pronouns) so yeah :D

Enjoy!

-Sugar

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“Where’d you say this thing was?” Your question was directed at the back of Bakugou’s head, his spiky blond hair seemingly flatter from how much he’d been sweating the past few hours.

“It’s not much farther,” he grunted.

You knew how annoying he found complaining to be, so you’d kept quiet on that front for most of your little adventure. But your bags only seemed to be getting heavier, and the sun already hung low in the sky.

Your boyfriend had suggested that he take you camping with him as a sort of romantic getaway. Granted, that wasn’t how he’d put it, but you were inclined to think so. It wasn’t every day you got to spend so much time alone with him. But now you were hot, tired, a little sweaty, and Bakugou had hardly said a word to you on your entire hike up the mountain. Figures.

Following him for a few more minutes, he led you to a small clearing between a circle of trees and unceremoniously dropped his bag. “Here,” he announced, already crouching down to pull out the tent.

You set your own backpack on the ground, taking a look around you. The trees stretched up and up above your head, a thin canopy of leaves just allowing you to see small patches of the darkening blue sky. “This is nice,” you said, twirling to see how large the site was. There was just enough space for your tent and a small fire.

“Don’t just stand there gawking,” Bakugou said. “Help me.”

You walked over to where he’d laid out the canvas of the tent, holding it up so he could put the rods in the support system and keeping it steady as he hammered in the stakes. By the time you were finished, the sky was already streaked with pink and orange hues.

“Clear that spot for the fire,” Bakugou instructed, pointing to a patch of dirt a few feet away from your tent. “I’ll go get some wood.”

And a few minutes later, you had a fire going. You leaned against your boyfriend as you both finally sat and rested on the ground, devouring sandwiches you’d packed earlier.

“Are you having fun?” Katsuki asked you, his eyes averted to his feet as he took another bite from his sandwich.

“Yeah, actually,” you answered, watching the fire dance in front of you. “I like being out here, and the hike up wasn’t too bad.” You laced your free hand with his, turning to face him. “And I like spending time with you. Even if you can be a little bossy.”

“I’m not bossy!” Bakugou said, finally looking at you with an indignant pout.

You giggled, lightly bumping your shoulder against his. “Are too.”

“I just—want things to be perfect for you,” he grumbled, looking away again. “It’s what you deserve.”

You let go of his hand to cup his face in your palm, turning his chin so your noses could brush together. “That’s sweet of you.” You kissed him gently, and you couldn’t help but notice the way he almost seemed to melt into your lips. You went back to your sandwiches a moment later after you’d pulled away, finishing them in silence.

“S’more time!” you announced, pulling the packet of marshmallows out of your bag. You passed it to Bakugou along with a skewer and began roasting them.

The blond hovered his over a glowing ember while you immediately shoved yours into the fire, watching the puffy treat burst into flame.

“You actual fiend,” Bakugou accused disapprovingly with a quirked brow as you raised the blackened flaming marshmallow high enough to blow out.

“The pot and the kettle,” you muttered, flicking off a piece of the scorched skin. “This is the quick way to do it. Besides, now it’s all nice and melty.”

“And burnt,” he quipped, turning his own so you could see the golden brown tone his had taken on.

You shrugged, pulling out a graham cracker and a square of chocolate. “Works for me.”

You tried your best to be neat while you took a bite out of your s’more, but the marshmallow had other plans. It refused to separate from itself, pulling apart in a single gooey string and sticking to your face.

Bakugou watched you out of the corner of his eye with a smirk as he finally pulled his perfectly toasted marshmallow out of the heat of the fire. He took a bite from it plain off the skewer, still amused with watching as you got specks of chocolate and marshmallow around your mouth.

“I’m struggling,” you admitted to him, still trying to figure out the best way to smush down your dessert so it would stay together.

He chuckled at your predicament, waiting until you finished. “You’ve got something on your face.”

“I’m aware.” You pulled a wet wipe out of your bag, grateful that you’d thought to bring one. Once you were finished wiping off your sticky fingers, you moved to swipe it over your face. But Katsuki stopped you before you could, taking your wrist in his hand and sliding closer to you.

Wordlessly, his lips met your face again, pecking away the sweet fragments of your s’more from your skin. You could feel his tongue swiping out, kitten licking at a crumb of chocolate in the corner of your mouth.

“Sweet,” he mumbled lowly in that gruff voice of his, almost making you shiver and causing your cheeks to heat even more than they already were. Finally he moved in even closer, kissing you fully on the lips once more for a long moment. You relaxed into him, fingers settling under his jawline to pull him in. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip as he pushed against you, exhales from his nose mingling with yours. Katsuki finally pulled away, his lips grazing over your cheekbone as he moved to whisper in your ear. “I want to show you something.”

You nodded and he stood, offering you his hand. You took it and straightened, allowing him to lead you off into the woods.

After a few minutes of walking, you noticed the trees begin to thin out. Soon, you were standing in some sort of meadow, wild grass growing up past your ankles.

“Look up there,” Katsuki whispered.

Your eyes flicked to the dark blue canvas of sky and widened as they took in the sight above you. Thousands of stars glittered in the distance, twinkling and bright in the clear atmosphere.

“I’ve never seen so many,” you whispered in awe, entranced by the bejeweled heavens.

“There’s no light pollution up here in the mountains,” Katsuki said, letting go of your hand so he could flop down on the ground. You followed, laying at his side and looking above the treeline, the grass tickling your cheek.

You laid there together in silence for some time; fingers newly entwined, eyes tracing clusters of stars, searching for familiar constellations. You stared up for so long, your eyes began to burn. You let them drift shut, allowing your other senses to take over.

You could hear the steady breaths of Katsuki beside you, accompanying the symphony of insects orchestrating music of their own design. The grass fluttered against every inch of your exposed skin, stirring ever so slightly on every draft of cool night air. You were quick to get lost in the earthly scents surrounding you, each one deeply penetrating your lungs and seeming to spin in your mind.

“Getting tired?”

Bakugou’s rough voice shook you out of your thoughts. You opened your eyes again, focusing on the heavenly view above. “This is so cool,” you mumbled, ignoring your boyfriend’s previous question. “Thanks for bringing me here.”

He tched. “Of course, dummy.” Bakugou squeezed your hand a final time before sitting up, stretching. “Come on, let’s head back before you fall asleep. It’s been a long day.”

Once you were at your campsite again, you pulled out the bedding and your pajamas. Bakugou doused the smoldering remains of your fire before helping you spread out the sleeping bags and blankets inside the tent, your actions lit only by a single lantern. 

Settling in, Bakugou shut off the light, plunging everything around you into a thick darkness. You heard him turn over, and you realized with a hint of frustration that he was facing away from you. You knew your boyfriend wasn’t always interested in cuddling, and you respected that. He wanted his space from time to time, that was all. But did it have to be now? Tonight?

You internally grumbled to yourself, regretting not shoving your sleeping bag even closer to his. Your mind began to wander, but you quickly took notice that you weren’t as sleepy as you should be. Pouting to yourself at your horrendous luck, you turned over, frowning at the feeling of hard earth under your shoulder and hip. You’d literally spent the past several hours physically exerting yourself. The least your body could do for you was allow itself to get the sleep and rest it ached for. But your head was too noisy, the ground too hard, and it was slowly sinking in how cold the woods got at night.

You couldn’t take it anymore. Cringing at the loud shuffling sounds of your sleeping bag, you shimmied your way over to your boyfriend. To your dismay, you could tell by his breaths that he was already some level of asleep. Stealthily, you tried pressing your chest into his back. Already, warmth began to seep into your skin, and you finally sighed in contentment, draping your arm over his side.

And then his breathing changed. Man, he was too easy to wake up.

You heard him chuckle, low and breathy from his still-sleepy state. “You really can’t last long without me, huh?” he said, face invisible to you, still turned away in the dark. “What was that?” he went on. “Five seconds and you already want me again?”

You scowled at the vague outline of his hair, catching onto what he was getting at. “That was so not five seconds!” you protested. “You fell asleep! And besides, it’s cold out here.” Even though he couldn’t see you, you knew he’d be able to hear the pout in your voice.

Still chuckling to himself, he rolled over to face you. “Come ‘ere, Teddy Bear, you know I’m just messin’ with you.”

Your pout remained present on your face, but even so, you found yourself snuggling into his warm chest. It was infinitely softer than where you’d previously been laying, and the way his arms snaked around your body heated you like nothing else.

“How’s this, babe?” His hand smoothed over your back, pulling at your blankets so you could effectively be cocooned against him.

“Perfect,” you whispered, finally relaxing your face and letting your smile creep across your lips. Settling in, you gripped the soft fabric of his shirt between your fingers.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your hair. “Was this a nice trip?” he asked, abandoning his initial teasing tone for a more vulnerable one.

“Yes,” you answered, and of course it was the truth. “Thanks for showing me the stars.”

“Knew you’d like them,” he snorted, playing with a strand of your hair.

“The world’s so big,” you quietly mused to yourself, lids finally growing heavy. “The sun. The earth. The moon. And all the stars. But you’re my everything, Katsuki.”

His breath suddenly caught in his throat, causing him to freeze for a moment before he looked down again at your dark form snuggled into his chest.

“My universe,” you mumbled, finally drifting off in his arms.

How could you know that he felt the same? How could he express what you did to him every time you laughed? How he wanted to be there for it all? How he wanted to hold you when you were sad and lift you up when you were happy? How could he say that you meant more to him than you’d ever know, that he’d move mountains just for you if he thought for a second that it would make you smile? How could you know that you were his universe too?

“Of course I am,” he muttered to your sleeping self, pressing a final kiss to your forehead. “Always will be.” And with that, his consciousness joined you among darkness and stars.

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[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Mark

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You and Mark met after you started working at Empire.

- Initially, he’d spotted you while you were in one of the music booths and immediately thought you were cute. Unbeknownst to him, you’d been filling out a resume while listening and would begin working alongside him in just a few days.

- You should have seen Marks face when you walked in and were introduced to everyone as a new employee. He was so excited. You caught him watching you a lot during the day, giving you a smile and that giggle of his anytime you caught him.

- If it we’re anyone else, you’d be freaked out, but even on your first day, you could tell that that was just how Mark was. He was dorky and you found that sort of cute.

- As you got to know everyone more and more, you found that you really started to like Mark, and while it was initially just platonically, your interest in him soon began to shift.

- So, upon realizing that you wanted to be more than friends with the boy, you started to try and test the waters. You started to flirt with him a little, subtly at first and then a little more obvious …and then what was probably blatantly obvious to everyone else in the store....

- Yeah ...Mark didn’t pick up on it. A part of you wondered if he just didn’t like you like that and if he was trying to let you down easy, but another part of you could see that he was just as interested as you were; he was just too nervous to ask you out and didn’t understand you were practically inviting him to do so in every conversation you had with him. 

- The conversation, the conversation between him and Lucas in the break room …god you should have heard it. Mark had mentioned to the boy how he was really into you and was asking if he thought you liked him too. Lucas stared at him for a moment in bewilderment before giving him a polite smile and saying “You know Mark, …something tells me she is”. 

“Really,” He asks excitedly before nodding and giggling “Aww great!”

- Later that day, he paced behind you for a while, stepping closer before retreating before repeating the cycle. Finally, he was right behind you and you just so happened to turn, nearly bumping into him as he stood there. 

- You laughed a bit awkwardly and greeted him, he giggled and greeted you back. You could tell that he wanted to say something so you hung around, watching as he fiddled with his hands and fidgeted in his place, fumbling over his words. 

“So I was uhhh-well like aha, I wanted to know if you maybe wanted to do something later. ..You know …like a, like a date! Heh heh!” 

- Feeling like a higher power had finally hard your prayers, you smiled and quickly agreed. He asked “really” and you’d assured him that yes, you really wanted to. 

- He giggled, said “cool” and said he’d see you later before going to tell the guys. 

- The two of you didn’t really go into your first date knowing what you wanted to do but neither of you really minded. You just started walking down the street together, asking the other person if they had something in mind before settling on walking until you found something.  

- You ended up only walking around town, him occasionally riding his skateboard slowly beside you before he asked if you wanted to give it a try. You spent a good hour holding his hand as he tried his best to teach you the basics. 

- The two of you share your first kiss during your first date. He’d had his hands on your waist while he was teaching you something, his eyes focusing on your face while you were distractedly listening. When you turned to look at him, you locked eyes for a quick moment before he’d quickly pecked your lips, giggled, and continued teaching you. 

-All and all, you wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

- Constant Pda. Mark is obsessed with touching you and getting loved on so it’s only natural.

- Mark loves attention and affection. He will never turn it down, no matter what kind of mood he’s in.

- Please kiss his forehead. Expect him to giggle happily and wiggle in place after you do

- Giggling into kisses.

- Long, drawn out kisses.

- Enjoyably sloppy makeout sessions.

- Mark has definitely licked the entire side of your face at least once; and for no reason at all!

- Hugs from behind.

- Handholding.

- Cuddlinggggg. Cuddlingggg! He loves it so much. He’ll always find a way to snuggle into you, usually by spooning you; he likes being the big spoon.

- The minute you approach him/get his attention it’s like he’s seeing the greatest thing in the world. You’ll seriously never feel more loved than when you’re around him.

- Occasionally, he’ll pretend like he’s in some kind of old Hollywood movie and act all dramatic towards you. He likes the way you look at him so fondly and laugh whenever he does.

- He likes to act like he’s a hairdresser and mess with your hair just to make you whine at him.

- Tickling and poking. He thinks it’s both funny and cute when you jolt in place and smack his arm.

- You’re sort of desensitized when it comes to weird/bewildering stuff. Mark is a ...strange boy, if anyone else were to kiss your foot or forget how to spell his own name, you’d think they were mental, but that’s ...just Mark.

- Exaggerated manners. He’ll open doors and pull out chairs for you with a flourish.

- Randomly being handed little flowers or cute things that he finds.

- Eyebrow raises, finger guns, kissy faces.

- Moshing together.

- Letting him teach you music video dances.

- Singing along to songs with each other. He’ll usually sing at you until you join in with him.

- Your name is babe now. Get used to it.

- Sweet compliments. You should see the way he reacts when you call him cute.

- He’ll let you rant/word vomit to him and nod along to what you’re saying but bless his little heart, he really doesn’t understand a single thing you’re talking about.

- He’s not much help when you’re not happy, he doesn’t understand subtleties nor does he know how to comfort you so just ask him for a hug and let his affection do the healing.

- Even though he doesn’t have any advice for you or a way to really comfort you, he tries his best to make you feel better and stays by your side when you’re really going through something.

- Letting him tell you about his dreams and ambitions. You support him, even if you don’t quite think he’ll actually make it, or is even being serious.

- Unexpected visits. If he has a really sudden idea, he will come over uninvited and excitedly/impatiently ask if you can talk.

- Helping him expand on what he’s trying to do. He’s always asking your opinion on things and looking for your approval.

- Debates and playful arguments about music.

- Getting high together; if you’re into that sort of thing.

- Convenience store runs.

- Sharing food.

- Pizza dates.

- Movie dates. You’ll usually rent a film and hang out at one of your houses.

- Spending your lunch breaks together. You’ll usually sit outside the shop on that little platform with him.

- As spaced out and sort of stupid as he can be, he’s actually pretty good at thinking on his feet and helping you out when you have a problem. He likes when you kiss his cheek in gratitude and call him a genius.

- Mark doesn’t always notice that people are flirting with or interested in you so he doesn’t get jealous very often. When he does, he’s sort of that insecure type of jealous where he’s not so subtly asking if you like them or asking what you’re going to be doing with them. You can usually reassure him and make him feel better pretty quickly.

- Mark is sort of a coward at times, he’s probably hidden behind you at some points so he’s not the best person to protect you. He also just trusts that you can take care of yourself but if it really came down to it, he’d run over and try his best to be tough for you.

- He’s better suited for putting on bandaids and giving boo boo kisses than anything else.

- The two of you rarely ever fight. You might bicker and he’ll walk away with a huff but thats about it.

- Things are resolved fairly quickly. You’ll usually just forget you were even arguing about something or just choose to forget and move on since it wasn’t about anything serious.

- Lots of I love yous. He likes saying and hearing it. He’s surprised you even want to be his girlfriend so he feels the need to let you know that he does whenever he can.

- Mark really loves you so he’s hoping that you’ll want to stick with him, even though you’re like totally out of his league. Either way, he’s going to enjoy the time he has with you.

[commanderserwin]

— week 21 with levi ackerman.

✧ tags. fluff (in the beginning?), angst, bad language, slight nsfw, & descriptions of blood, weapons, and character death 🧍🏻‍♀️

✧ more. zombie apocalypse AU b/c why not?

✧ notes. ‘tis a word vomit and i have no idea why — just me and my small love for zombie movies and aus, so here goes! enjoy !!!

“Stay.”

Levi grumbled at how your arm and leg kept him captive on the bed, his hand finding your thigh— as he rolled his eyes, feeling your lips pepper kisses onto his jaw, and he loved it.

“One minute,” Levi turned his head, capturing your chapped lips onto his, his thumb playing with the waistband of your underwear, as he winked at you.

You laughed onto his shoulder, kissing the spot below his ear as you snuggled closer, closing your eyes as you breathed in the morning, greeting it with minute long cuddle and few kisses that painted your nose and forehead from the man laying beside you.

“Time’s up,” Levi groaned, feeling your hold on him tightening as you refused to let him go.

Levi let you hold on a minute longer again, kissing your temple as he counted to the last ten seconds, with the last as a smack to your thigh while you yelped loudly, a scowl forming on your lips but Levi kissed it away with no fail. He smiled at your morning dilemma, his heart bursting as you followed him behind him, a stomp on your feet as Levi made his way towards the kitchen.

He has always loved making breakfast with and for you and with your grumpy state made it all better. His hands instinctually made its way towards the kettle, flipping the mugs as he made tea and your preferred drink for the day— as he knew it like the back of his hand, and one look at your face. His basis was the frown on your lips, and it all dissolves as the steam from the hot water hits your face in a welcome delight.

“What time do you have to go to work?” You asked, taking a bite of his toast as you passed by him, grabbing a slice of your own.

“In two hours,” he responded, taking your seat as you settled into your office space, a little desk that he has set up for you. “What time do you have to get to work?”

“Now,” you winked, making kissy faces at him as you opened your laptop— ready to start the day facing the screen.

Levi nodded, finishing his breakfast as quietly as he could while you talked to your client— camera off that’s why you twirled around on your chair, watching Levi with teasing eyes. He shook his head, a blush washing on his skin as he caught glimpse of your eyes— but he’s got enough self-control to not fall for them, kissing your forehead as he made his way to the bathroom to start and get ready for his work.

Every morning was like clockwork already— and by the time he has come out of the bathroom, he would see you making a homemade lunch, while you continued to talk, moving your hands animatedly. He settled again on the kitchen table, graciously accepting his second cup of tea from you while the minutes flew by until it was time for him to go.

With a hug and a kiss, you walked Levi to the door, covering the mic from your earphones as you confessed your daily love, leaving the stoic man a blushing mess as he walked out of the door, a paperbag on his hand as he drove to work.

The day went by slowly, his own clients calling him as he watched the hours go by. He checked his phone multiple times, a text from you from hours ago, and he bombarded you as much as he could hide his phone whenever his boss would walk by.

Then something unusual happened— like straight out of a fucking movie.

The tall ceilings didn’t rumble, the streets did. The building has got thick walls and windows, withstanding few rainy days but what it didn’t withstand was the shrilling screams of people running towards each other— out of the cars, out of the building doors, as they watched others with a scream cut short.

“What the fuck,” Levi mumbled to himself, pushing the chair away as his hand fumbled with the phone, his thumb clicking your contact number with a nervous tap. “What the actual fuck?”

No answer.

His coworker bumped into him, cursing them with his eyes as he clicked on the notification— a news article from his phone. He skimmed it, his eyes rereading the words: blood, humans, trial gone wrong, infection, and the infected.

“Are they filming down the street?” Levi asked, holding the shoulders of his colleague, his eyes piercing through them as they stuttered incoherently, but they only pushed Levi away with a tear down their cheek.

His phone vibrated— your caller ID flashing and he fumbled to accept and finally, his mind has come into peace as he heard your voice amidst the chaos down the street. He walked closer to the windows, seeing flashes of dark liquid that he refuses to acknowledge that was blood.

Levi listened to shrill screams on your phone, and color drained from his face as it all sounded the same. It was noisy, it was full of screaming— agony until the last second that it lasted. He couldn’t help but worry about you, his hands fumbling with anything to keep him grounded. He clutched his phone tighter as usual, hearing your voice and never wanting to let go of it, of you.

“Levi, where are you?” You asked, double-locking the car as people rammed into your car, but you held on to the phone with such urgency as you listened to the other line. “Are you safe?”

“What do you mean, ‘Am I safe?’” Levi walked towards his cubicle, turning his monitor on as his office turned into its own secluded chaos, “I’m at work. Where are you?”

“Going home, I went to grab some groceries,” you answered, ducking your head below as you made use of the tint on the car windows.

Some elderly man slammed on to your trunk, making the car shake as cars honked loudly.

“I thought you had work? It’s only been a few hours.”

“My client rescheduled their telerehab. So I went to the store.”

“Okay,” Levi nodded, breathing through his nose, “Okay, listen.”

“Do you know what’s happening?”

“Did you lock the doors?” Levi asked, avoiding your question.

“Yes, I always lock the door.”

“And how far away from you from the apartment?”

“Ten minutes.”

“You have to walk.”

“I’m not walking!” You gasped, looking at the backseat where a couple of grocery bags were sitting, “And I’m not leaving the car!”

“Darling-,”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?” Levi raised his head, his eyes almost bulging from the updated news articles— and he really couldn’t believe his eyes.

The human trial from the nearby city had an outbreak. Their subjects resorting to death, but undead— zombified beings as infected blood ran through its course in their own bloodstream, affecting their brain and nervous system— paralyzed yet moving. Things— humans that doesn’t make sense.

Fucking zombies.

“You only call me darling when you are nervous.”

Levi arched his brow, breathing hard as he shut his monitor off. He looked down again, the streets covered in blood and bodies— and he backed away, the color from his already pale skin draining as he looked at the traffic block. It was going to take him an hour to usually get home— but with this mess, he has no idea if he could get there in a hour.

He wanted to go home.

“All right,” Levi breathed, his hold tightening on the phone, finally coming into terms with the movie-like situation. “Drive home. Carry whatever you think you will need inside the apartment. Grab the toolbox from the trunk. Get the food— anything essential inside.”

“You’re making me nervous,” you whispered, driving carefully away from the crowd as you took the longer route just to get home, “This whole thing is making me nervous.”

“Me too,” Levi murmured, grabbing his things from his cubicle as he grabbed whatever he could find that would be useful. “Don’t forget to lock the doors, do you hear me?”

“Lock the doors,” you repeated, driving a little faster as the roads were clear of any slosh of liquid and less bodies.

One mistake that you have done was stopping— the car coming into a halt as you watched the scene before you.

It was a little girl, her mouth dripping with her blood and mixed with whoever was dead on her hands. Her eyes were red, every vein dark underneath her dark skin, and stared right at your very being. With delicate steps, she moved closer, and you moved the car in reverse. But when she stood by your window, she slammed her hand on it, marking your window with her tiny hand.

Her handprint marked blood all over your car window— and you eyed at her victim. Perhaps her mother, as you guessed from the matching shirt. Her mother twitched— heavy and dark blood gushing out of her neck. She should’ve been dead, and should’ve stayed dead— but her fingers moved little by little, until she stayed upright, her eyes drilling into yours.

Every fiber of your body turned into dust, as you screamed, biting down on your hand as the little girl screamed with you, clawing her hand— but she couldn’t.

“What the fuck is happening?” Levi asked on the other line, his voice muffled as you dropped your phone. “Hey! Hey!”

“She was dead!” You screamed into the phone, gripping the steering wheel until your knuckles turned white, “She was dead and... she! There was blood everywhere... how is she alive?”

“Get out of there, darling,” Levi seethed at the situation, clenching his eyes shut as he focused on your voice, “Go!”

Finally, you gassed it, accelerating— feeling the car bump as you drove over the body, while you sweat for your very life. You placed the phone on loudspeaker, finding hope and solace through the curses of your significant other, focusing on his voice as it always calms you down. You counted his curses, finding a smile on your face and his new record of fifty bad words in a matter of minutes.

��Are you near the apartment?”

You nodded— agreeing a second later as the parking opened for you, and you held the phone near to your ear hoping it would close the distance between the two of you.

You wanted him home.

“I'm home already, get here now.”

“Good,” Levi ran down the stairs, towards the garage. He spotted his car, jumping on it instantly, “Wait for me.”

“Come home,” you sobbed, fumbling with the house keys as you opened the door— finding power to carry all the things in one go. “I love you. You have to come home, okay?”

“I love you,” Levi kissed you through the phone, an edge of a smile forming on his mouth as you chuckled-sobbed, “Don’t cry. Don’t go out, I’ll be home in a while.”

That was the last thing Levi has said to you.

His voice echoing in your memory, distant and near as you waited, and waited.

He didn’t make it home that day, and you waited for hours, until the suns changed and the moon waved for a new awful morning as screams made its way towards the quiet apartment. The moment that you hit home, you charged your phone, anything that will be used to communicate, even scrounging for Levi’s radio that he insisted on keeping, and with the mention of your beloved, your body shook in sobs as you tried to reattach yourself from what was happening as you waited for him. 

You should have contacted him every minute and every hour— asking where the hell he is, but the mocking message of an unattended phone sang into your ears. Until all signal towers came down— no phone, no lines, no television, nothings. And all you could do was fucking wait, and you have waited too long that food has been stale for a while— days, weeks, months and you closed off from everybody. Yet, you didn’t move. The sofa has become your bed, a hand on the hilt of a knife as the other clutched the pillow while you slept in a shallow slumber— dreaming of when he would be home and what people have become.

The door and the carpet tainted red, your blood mixed with whoever tried to pried your door open. The handle was broken, and you repaired it as best as you could with Levi’s commanding voice echoing in your head.

Everything revolved around Levi— and you still wonder where he was.

Days, weeks, and months since he made that promise, and as each day goes by— it becomes ruined and broken, your life breaking down slowly as hope washed itself away, leaving you alone with nothing but a wish for him to still be there. 

Another wish to whatever innocence is left within you and him.

The walkie-talkie became your friend— going on and off as you tried to catch a glimpse of whatever or whoever would be there to answer call, but nobody responded to the static buzz.

“I’m running out of water,” you coughed, counting ten small water bottles.

You were running out of everything as the long months drained your supplies.

And so you made a promise to yourself— get out of the apartment, find more food and water, and look for him.

If he couldn’t find his way to you— maybe it was best to find him yourself.

Week One: you started from scratch as you left the apartment. What you had was Levi’s large backpack which contained all your food, and water, a few pair of underwear and clothes, your dead phone, a wrench and a knife, and the walkie-talkie.

Week Two: you stayed in the car, a bad fucking move as an infected person broke your windshield, as they heard you crying. You ran them over— and it that makes them your second death.

Week Three: you saw an empty deli store. You went in— further and further into the back but the door opened and came a big dead man running but you placed a wrench on their big dead head.

Week Four: you were farther from the city. The signs becoming a maze to understand, words illegible as it was covered in blood.

Week Five: you passed by where Levi was working by. The car stopped, sputtering its last gas as you bid goodbye— but seeing Levi’s car, abandoned. With a heavy hand, you destroyed the window, seeing the keys stuck into the ignition as Levi’s briefcase collected dust on the backseat. There was no sign of him, as you left a note and a few tears as you broke down— biting down on your hand because you had to mourn in silence.

Week Six: you carried Levi’s briefcase for a week, but you left it as it became too heavy for you to carry. The only thing that you kept was the little pin on his briefcase— the one that he says that reminds him of you.

Week Seven: your shoes broke down, and comes your fourth death.

Week Eight: fifth death.

Week Nine: the winds grew a little colder, and you find shelter inside a car, the smell rotted as you later found a hand on the backseat.

Week Ten: you were tired, and comes the sixth victim.

Week Eleven: your mind was fucking with you, and you brushed it away.

Week Eleven: it was a dream— and that was the result of sleeping in a stupid store where mirrors all perfectly stood, every glimpse a fucking joke. A sick joke that is— because the mirrors reflected him.

Week Eleven: Levi’s here.

Levi crushed you into a hug, his hair somewhat long yet his face stayed smooth— a few mentions of stubble but it was him. His body felt so familiar that you found yourself curling for his warmth, for the security, for the home that he was.

Levi thought, he’s finally home. He’s found you.

Nobody spoke for a few minutes— unbelieving of what was happening. If you were alive. If he was alive. If that was you. If that was really him. The only thing that was said in those minutes were tears and quivering chins as Levi fumbled with his fingers— holding on to you as you pulled him close.

“Are you going to eat me?” You quietly asked, cupping his cheeks, as you checked his grounding eyes for any evident him.

“Stop with that,” Levi kissed your cheek, hugging you tight again.

His kiss felt like the sweet drops of wine, color finding its way towards the dark hues, as you leaned on his touch— tired yet there. The feelings that blossomed on your chest was huge, almost drowning you again into your sorrows but Levi pulled you back again, and it brought you to tears.

“I waited!” You suddenly cried, curling your knees to your chest as you felt Levi’s arms anchor you to reality, “I waited, Levi! You told me... you told me to wait and that you were coming home.”

“I know,” Levi breathed, cradling your head as you drove him to tears— making him shudder in regret and anger, but it all turned to smoke because you were there and so was he.

But everything felt flat— the hues darkening once more. Tough love— survival at the cost of one’s innocence, but it was there. Levi brought your face to his eyes as he looked for you somewhere deep within the months that you were alone and scared.

And you were still there, fleeting but there.

Love stayed the same while hope tarnished.

Joy pooled at your eyes— the very ones that he would look into, from the moment he would wake up in your bed with the light brushing your skin, and as he closed his eyes, a smile gracing your lips as the day ended. Fleeting but there.

Levi held your hand, carrying the bag as he guided you to his secured spot. He looked back and forth, breathing a little easier as he locked the doors behind him. It was a small family mart, aisles and racks empty with crusting blood and shredded skin, but safe.

In the morning, he woke up with your arms around him— just before. Just like that morning. His lips turned to yours as your very habit stayed the same, your voice carrying himself to agree with nothing but a kiss again on your lips. Levi found himself wrapping his leg around you, flushing you on his chest as he peppered kisses on to your nape while you chuckled softly— prying his arms.

“One minute,” Levi kissed your ear, nuzzling his cheek against your shoulder as you turned around in his embrace.

His grey eyes comforted you, carrying a hint of love and life while you allowed yourself to be hugged, relishing the way he feels after almost a year of him being gone and found again.

A year of it— and nobody spoke about what actually happened that night.

Infected. Infectious diseas. Blood. A human trial gone wrong.

Zombies— like the goddamn movies.

“Will you make me toast,” you whispered, asking him as you placed a hand over his chest— holding on to him and the memory of when it was good, like it was now.

“I believe what I only have are crackers,” Levi whispered in your ear, kissing your nose as your eyes fluttered open once more— and he took you in.

By the way your hair turned greasy, by the way the clothes on your back became ripped and drenched in dried blood, by the way your chapped morning lips stayed the same, by the way your face still contorts into his favorite smile.

“Has my darling turned cheap?”

“God.” Levi rolled his eyes, kissing your cheek numerous times as he finally caught on your dislike for the pet name.

“Now you understand how I feel when you call me darling?” You laughed, placing as much distance as Levi attacked you with tickles and kisses, his shoulders shaking in laughter as he breathily agreed.

Then, he stopped.

Bodies still tangled with each other— and you listened. Nothing was walking by the store, no slosh of liquid echoed into the empty street.

“Listen.” Levi murmured on your lips, his eyes closing as you saw him through the corners of your eyes— and you closed your eyes too, “Listen. This is my favorite part of my morning.”

After a few still minutes, your face lit up in tears, “Birds.”

“Don’t they sound beautiful?”

You opened your eyes to see him staring right at you, his eyes tired yet happy. Levi pushed away your tears, pecking your forehead.

That was the only time that you’ve realized that the tree beside your apartment housed a nest that Levi always prepared worms by the windowsill and that the birds always woke the both of you.

A new start— but this time after a broken heart, you were glad to start the day again with him.

Week Twelve: he always held your hand whenever the both of you would walk. His hand clutched yours that you even complained that it was too tight— but Levi would only kiss your palm and would loosen it.

Week Thirteen: Levi found an empty bodega, making the makeshift beds again, and he held you through the night as you cried, telling him the victims you have killed. That week marked your seventh kill.

Week Fourteen: he was drenched in blood because doesn’t want you to add another one to your list. Levi killed three instantly, and when you asked him how many has he killed, his eyes turned lifeless for a second, until he whispered— “Let’s not talk about it.”

Week Fifteen: you practiced with Levi as he gave you more effective tips to efficiently mark for the kill. He disagreed first, but he confessed later on that he was sick of it.

“I don’t want to kill one more,” he whispered into the dark as both of you listened to the loose footsteps outsides— daunting to add one more. Just one more. His hand found yours in the dark, turning his head to you as he pulled you to his side of the makeshift bed, whispering once more.

“I’ll take care of it,” and you marked the dead teenager as your eighth.

Week Sixteen: Levi found some tester bottles of perfume on clothes store— surprising you as it was the one that sits on your dresser, making you bawl into your hands as the scent brought back too many memories. He sprayed some on to his skin, making you even cry but he kissed your tears away— his eyes later turning into a shade darker.

His mouth found yours into a fervor that night, silent moans and groans echoing in the same bodega as Levi made love to you— and you him under the gaze of the daring moonlight, bodies moving slowly and sensual, hands finding each other, lips swollen as Levi kept you quiet with his own.

“Levi,” you moaned, feeling the coils of your stomach tighten— hips hitting together as his thrusts became lazy, his thumb finding your folds while you squealed.

“Be quiet,” Levi grunted against your mouth, his tongue grazing your lower lip as he held your hips down, watching you with hooded eyes with the way your back arch— face nodding.

“Fuck—,” you breathed, running your nails on his back as his thumb found your clit, driving you to oblivion as he felt your walls flutter around him. “Fu— Levi-,”

He lost himself, thrusting harder and deeper, listening to the lewd sloppy sounds as he felt your slick cover his length, groaning as your walls fluttered again— as his breathy voice moaned your name over and over again like a song that he would gladly sing over and over again.

Week Seventeen: Levi plucked a grass from in between the cracks of the sidewalk as he gave it to you. In return, you surprised him with a loose tea bag with lukewarm water and he accepted it happier than ever.

“I love you,” Levi murmured, cupping the thermos, bringing his lips to the edge for the first drink of his year that was made by you.

“Me or the tea?” You asked, munching on breakfast as you tilted your head to your partner with a teasing smile on your face. 

Levi answered your question with an attack of kisses on your cheeks and neck— making you giggle until he held you steady with his hands on your waist, eyes closed as he rested his forehead against yours. “I love you.”

“And I love you,” you whispered back, wrapping your arms around him, breathing him in as he snuggled into the crook of your neck— your shirt becoming wet from each other’s tears.

Week Eighteen: you cut Levi’s hair, using a broken razor as he listed his instructions with his wavering voice as he looked right at you through the mirror. Levi admitted that it was the best haircut he has ever gotten, even when his bangs were choppy.

In return to find another space, comes your ninth.

Levi hesitated as the undead little girl that you saw from the day slowly walked over to him with a sinister smile. She marked as your tenth, and you mumbled a little prayer for the mother and the daughter that you have killed before and now.

In the evening, he held you close and dear, your shirt turning wet as he angrily cried but you only shushed him gently— “I’ll take care of it always.”

Week Nineteen: he turned to you in his sleep, fluttering his eyes open as you groggily reached for him. You kissed the sleep back on to him, giggling through the kisses as he tried to capture your lips with a failed mission.

On the last day, marks your eleventh kill.

Week Twenty: it was another sick fucking joke.

“Give me a minute.”

“Go.”

“Give me a fucking minute!”

Levi closed his mouth as his chest heaved heavily, his hands wrapping around his leg, unsuccessfully stopping the gush of blood that painted his skin and clothes dark red— and yet in whatever pain that he was in, he gave you a minute.

He has always given you a minute, spare— lots of it, but now he can’t risk it.

Not one spare second because he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

Levi watched you with careful eyes as you murmured to yourself, eyes closed as tears fell angrily at the corners of your eyes. He looked away, his eyes straining at the pain, and when he finally opened his eyes— he saw you looking straight at him with bright and hopeful eyes.

“We could... we could,” you stuttered, hands pressing into his wound to stop his breathing as Levi nodded, listening, “the best thing that we could do is cut your leg off.”

“It’s already in my bloodstream,” Levi whispered, the blood never stopped flowing no matter the pressure.

“You don’t know that,” you smiled— cried, wiping away your tears.

Levi shook his head. He breathed hard, inhaling and exhaling at the way his body turned into something sinister, watching his veins darken under his pale skin, but weakly pulled his sleeves down, as you watched closely. Your eyes were still filled with innocence— and after everything that you have been through, he wanted to preserve an ounce of it, for himself and for you.

That’s why you needed to go.

“Please,” Levi sighed, closing his eyes as he counted in his mind. Perhaps in a few seconds, the blood vessels in his eyes would pop, his sclera gone dark, “Please.”

The feeling of his warm hand covered yours and you pushed away the thoughts that came next as he heaved, controlling the minimal thrashing of his body. Levi nudged your chin, holding it form as he opened his eyes— and you tried to focus on how it looked like before.

Grey and nice, warm and soft, everything that you have loved, everything that he said, everything that was him— Levi.

“I want you to stand up,” Levi coughed, leaning on to the wall as you helped him. His hand found his spare gun and knife, as he pushed them to you gently. “I want you to get up. I want you to go.”

“You’re asking me the impossible,” you whispered, hand loosening from his wound as Levi blinked, his breath staggering.

“But it is for the best.”

“I can’t lose you,” you breathed, cupping his cheeks as you wiped away the tears— the blood that ran through his beautiful face. “Not again.”

“I know.”

Levi smiled, wiping his hand on his pants to clean them— as he ran his knuckles on the apple of your cheeks, one last time. He soothed the furrow between your brows, he cupped your cheek, making you lean for his touch as you kissed the inside of his wrist, murmuring against his touch.

“I can’t lose you.” You whispered, looking at his wound. 

He pushed you to the wall at the moment it happened— the infected person crawling quietly as it sunk its teeth on Levi’s leg, making him topple over but he killed it in a second— all to save you.

“Levi, I can’t lose you,” you repeated quietly, chest shaking as tears clouded your eyes, “Not again!”

He screamed from the agony, his chest constricting whatever air was left in his body, holding himself close as he bit down on his hand as it washed through him. He pushed his weapons to you hard, making you stumble over as he watched your figure crawl away from him, inch by inch— and the hunger inside him fought its way towards his mind as he longed for the flesh and blood that rests perfectly on your body.

Yet, one thing stays the same.

His lips turned blue, as you watched him carefully, his mouth turning— whispering his very words that would make your heart skip a beat, be the reason for the unending adoration and devotion between the two of you.

“I love you,” Levi mouthed, his hands aimless around his body— no longer fighting whatever was inside him.

“I love you,” you cried, the tears falling freely as you found yourself standing to the other wall, feeling the cold cement hit your skin as your fingers fumbled with the gun and knife.

For whatever cruel reason, life has beaten the air out of you, your mind escaping its own as you chose— suffocating you, strangling the love out of you as you pocketed the knife.

Your whole body shook quietly— crying silently. The chest-heaving kind, where everything made it so fucking difficult for you to breathe, when you didn’t want anybody to know that you were bawling your eyes out, hands almost scarred from how hard you bit it down. Betrayal for the one that you truly love ran straight to your core— as you chose.

Levi smiled as his eyes became red— proud of how steady your arms were as you raised the gun— just like how he taught you. With the last ounce of life in his body, he professed his love for you one last time, and the farewell that mourned for himself, his fate, and for you. His memories clouded into colors that he hasn’t seen before, mundane things and memories with you, the way your lips would turn up at the sight of him, the way your eyes would convey such a deep message— deepest as the ocean as he would always compare.

He felt the air become static in his skin, feel his heart stop, feel everything stop. His eyes opened, seeing the hesitation in your hands but he has to do this, and he pushed you to save you. He saw his life with you— and he has to say goodbye one last time. Levi used whatever he could muster, as he whispered, hearing the shot echo in the cold room.

“Stay away.”

[tooruluv]

Kei Tsukishima x F!Reader ( part 4 )

❝ they were the sun and moon, destined to be together but only ever totally meeting once every hundred years or so. ❞

description: in a world where you only see color when you're in love, you've grown frustrated of the greyscale. but falling in love with someone you barely know was never something you planned. and, him not returning the feelings definitely wasn’t planned.

genre: soulmate au... except not quite. everyone is born colorblind. you can only see color once you fall in love (and it grows brighter until you see full color as the love grows). however, that doesn't ensure a lasting connection. it simply means that love exists in that moment, until it doesn't.

word count: 1,680

warnings/notes: nothin’ crazy!! cursing, of course. this one was fun to write!! next part will be longer, promise <3

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“ ‘cause i can’t make you love me if you don’t, you can’t make your heart feel something it won’t ” - i can’t make you love me, dave thomas junior

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For your entire life, you had always wondered what your favorite color would be. You would hear your parents talk about it with their friends, you would hear it between the lucky few who had met their lovers early. But you never had one.

It should be such an easy question to ask someone when you first meet them. It should be the most basic human answer, a description of who they are as a person. You’ve done research, scanned websites and took fake online “what color is your aura?” quizzes, only to become frustrated by the black and white.

You even tried to compare the shades of grey to colors. Your mother would tell you what color something is, and you would try to remember. It never worked.

But now, if someone were to ask “what’s your favorite color?”, you would simply tell them, “yellow.”

“I’ll wait for you after practice.” Tsukki told you the next morning.

He stood directly beside your locker, tall and still as if he never hunched over in his life. He pushed up his glasses and walked away as a way to conclude his statement.

You rolled your eyes. Of all the people on this planet, you’ve fallen in love with him. You looked up as if to ask God, or whoever’s up there, “why?”

Working at Blu for the summer was an easy job. When you weren’t glancing at Tsukishima, you poured coffee and lemonades and sold baked goods. It was good for extra money, and everyone that you worked with was kind and welcomed you with smiles. 

Tsukki was sitting at his table, drinking his daily plain black coffee, when your coworker caught you staring. She was a third-year and had been working there since she was your age, so it wasn’t like she hadn’t noticed his attendance. 

Wiping her hands on her apron (which are blue, now that you know), she said, “He’s cute. You should ask him for his number.”

You immediately jumped back, pretending to wipe the counter down. “Absolutely not.”

“He comes in here every day.” She said, as if you didn’t already know. “No normal guy comes in to a coffee place in the middle of summer everyday without reason.”

“We have good coffee.”

“Sure. That’s why.”

For the rest of the summer, she made sure to schedule you for the morning shifts and hang back when she sees him come in. 

At practice, the girls were all discussing what they were making for the bake sale. It was a fun practice, full of team building exercises and barely any running. 

Mai looped her arm through yours as practice ended. She gave you one of her award winning smiles, bouncing on her feet. 

“What?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You’re thinking something.” You said, pushing into her side. 

“You’re baking with Kei Tsukishima tonight.” Mai stopped when you almost reached the volleyball practice gym. “Are you excited? Nervous? Do you have everything you need? Chapstick?”

“Fuck you.” 

You pushed her away as you headed to the gym to help with the boys practice. She kept making kissy faces towards you. You flipped her off.

Kei Tsukishima was not one to pay attention to little things. He was a big picture man. He focused on how things affected his future, about college applications, about how plays can be executed by the entire team. 

Yet, when you walked into the gym, he couldn’t help but focus on a strand of your hair that kept sticking to your mouth.

“Are you coming or what?” Tsukki adjusted the bag on his back. He stood at the doors, leaning on one. You were picking up some extra balls for Kageyama and Hinata.

“Coming, coming.” You waved goodbye to the dynamic duo. 

The walk was mainly quiet. Yamaguchi left before you two, claiming that he had a lot of homework to do. You didn’t know about that.

“You don’t have to stay after, you know.” Tsukki said. You looked up. “You don’t have to stay after practice to help those two. You already are helping us enough.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Why do you do it?”

“Hm?”

“Why do you come to our volleyball practices?” He kept his eyes straight. “You come from your practice to help us with ours, and that just sounds ridiculous to me.”

“It looks good on my college app.” You told him. It was his turn to look at you. “And Ukai has been close to my family for a long time, so it’s hard to say no to him when he asks for a volunteer.”

“That makes sense.” He said. “I couldn’t do it.”

“What? Have two practices, or volunteer for Ukai?”

“Both.”

You chuckled, nudging him with your side. He kept walking, but he had a smile too. He wasn’t so dark and gloomy as people thought. 

He had a gorgeous smile.

The rest of the walk was in silence again. It was already dark, and the moonlight made him look ethereal. Tsukki really could be compared with the moon, you decided.

Every once in a while, you two walked too close and accidentally bumped into each other. Or your back of your hand brushed his. It just ended up in little laughs between you both.

And, before you knew it, you were standing in front of your house.

“This is me.”

“I am not wearing this shit.”

“Yes, you are.”

You were trying so hard not to cry laughing, holding up a pink apron that your mom used. You already had a matching one on. He looked at it as if you just offered him a can of dog shit for breakfast.

“You could not pay me to wear that.”

“It’s this or get shit all over you.”

“I’ll take the shit.”

Sighing, you reached to force it on him. He moved back, narrowly avoiding your attack. One more try ended in the same result. You were giggling now, and he was smiling.

“Just…” A struggling pull over his head. “Put…” A push. “It on!” And your arms were around his back.

The position was awkward, but both of you were laughing too much to notice. You had your arms wrapped around his waist, chest to chest as you tied his apron around him. He stood with his arms crossed as he let you put the fucking apron on.

“There. Look at you. So pretty.”

He pushed up his glasses and looked down. “Must be why you’re in love with me.”

“If you keep pulling that card, I’ll be sure you don’t get credit for any of these.”

“Now you’re just being cruel.”

“I don’t get it.”

“Tsukki, there are literal instructions. You follow them.”

“No shit. My question is, what the hell is softened butter?”

“Oh my god.”

Soon enough, the two of you were into a rhythm. You were baking brownies and cupcakes as if you did it together every day. Conversations came natural. 

It was nice.

It wasn’t until you noticed the brown specs of cocoa powder on his nose did you realize how close you were standing. You were to his right, mixing whatever was in your bowl at the time, But you could feel his warmth from beside you.

He could feel you, too. 

“The brownies are brown, obviously.” You said in the middle of the silence. “The cupcakes are brown with black and orange sprinkles, and white frosting. I thought I should tell you.”

He was silent for a minute. You thought that maybe you were annoying him with reminders that you were in love with him, or maybe you should’ve kept it to yourself. But then, he turned to you.

“You said that my eyes were golden brown.”

“I did.”

He was standing far too close. He was standing incredibly too close. And he was staring into your eyes for far too long. You couldn’t conjure up any reasons to hate him, or get rid of your feelings. Why would you want to do that when he is standing beside you, warm and brilliant and glowing.

Fuck.

“What color are my glasses?”

“Black.”

“And my jacket?”

“Black.”

Now he was standing directly in front of you. You didn’t know exactly when you turned, but you had. He was inches from you. His lips were inches from yours.

“And the apron?”

“Pink.”

He was leaning in. There is absolutely no way that this is happening.

All you had to do was lean in, and you could get it over with. Get it out of your mind and gone forever, along with the stupid colors that remind you with every second that he can’t see them back. All you had to do was press your lips to his…

You could feel his breath on your face. Your heart hammered your chest and everything froze at once.

“You must be Kei Tsukishima!”

You jumped back, bringing your body back to your mixing bowl. Your mom entered the kitchen, pajamas on and a smile plastered on her face. You pretended nothing was happening.

“Yes, ma’am.” He greeted. As if nothing was happening.

As if nothing was happening. Because nothing had happened.

“Mom, I know that it’s late.” You started to explain, but she quickly stopped you. 

“Hush now. You spend as much time as you need. Nice to meet you, Tsukishima.” She sent you a wink, heading up the stairs. 

You closed your eyes, trying to forget what just happened. But, when you opened them, you were faced with the worst thing that could possibly happen in that moment.

The colors gained a little bit of hue. His pink apron contrasted brighter against his black jacket. The orange sprinkles gained a little bit of tint. The greyscale filter lifted a bit more.

You wanted to bang your head against the wall. Fuck.

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[littlemdzsdump]

instantaneous gratification

or someone wishes for cuddles...

~

Lan Xichen had always known that his boyfriend hadn't ever been the most...cuddliest of boyfriends. He’d been good friends with Jiang Cheng for longer than they had been dating, and had known his family even longer than that! 

Yet, out of all the years that they had racked up together, the times that he’s even hugged Jiang Cheng could be counted between his two hands. 

Lan Xichen began dating the younger man, he knew what he was signing up for. 

Jiang Cheng was a tsundere cool boy ™, but the older Lan wasn’t going to lie to himself when he thought that there would be even a little bit of a change. 

They’ve only been dating a little over two years now; and if it weren’t for their activities in the bedroom, Lan Xichen would have to constantly remind himself that they weren’t just friends anymore.

It brings him to his current dilemma now, sat (nearly sprawled) on the sofa beside his boyfriend with no cuddles, whatsoever. Jiang Cheng sits beside him on the small dorm couch, eyes solely focused on his textbook. Sure, Lan Xichen knew that the younger man had a test coming up and they’ve never been super cuddly anyways. But—Lan Xichen changes his position on the couch—why couldn’t Jiang Cheng just pay attention to him.

Sometimes, Lan Xichen wonders if he is even jealous of his younger brother’s relationship. Though he dismisses that though quickly, not daring to hope for a relationship like theirs. He, personally, doesn’t feel like he has enough stamina for the dynamics of their relationship anyways.

At least they get cuddles, Lan Xichen thinks to himself. Most of the time when he’s seen Wei Wuxian with his younger brother there’s always some form of contact between them. Whether it be hand holding, lap sitting or even kissy faces (kissy faces!; Lan Xichen couldn’t believe it sometimes) 

Wangxian was known for their PDA.

The thought of cuddles elicits a sigh from the older man.

Lan Xichen’s too busy staring despondently towards the kitchen to notice Jiang Cheng look over at him. The younger man quickly looks back down to his notes when he sees that Lan Xichen stays quiet. There’s the thawp of the pages flipping for company instead of words. And only when Jiang Cheng hears another sigh for the third time in a row does he finally look over at Lan Xichen.

His eyes land on the older man sitting in a funny position, head leaning on his crossed arms on the back of the couch. Lan Xichen doesn’t even seem to be looking at anything in particular. Though his pout is hard to miss.

“Hey, anything new?” Jiang Cheng tries. But he’s just talking to the older man’s back at this point. For some odd reason, it seems that Jiang Cheng had suddenly become the victim to Lan Xichen’s cold shoulder. 

The younger male stares at the other man’s broad shoulders, thinking deeply about what he could have possibly done prior to deserve this kind of treatment. It wasn’t any special day today, Jiang Cheng would know. And he’s really just been stressing about his upcoming finals too much. Really, Jiang Cheng was at a very big loss.

And when Jiang Cheng hears the fifth sigh, it ends being a shared one between the two of them. At the sound of his sigh, Lan Xichen turns around from the couch to stare at his boyfriend. Jiang Cheng’s just happy that he’s finally got the older man’s attention.

“Are you making fun of me now?” Lan Xichen asks, sulky voice breaking through his usually calm demeanor. 

Definitely, not the way that I wanted his attention, Jiang Cheng thinks to himself before trying to form words to salvage the situation. 

“Of course not, but you’re making that face” Jiang Cheng replies, closing his textbook in his lap. (he’d done more than enough studying for now)

“What face?” Lan Xichen asks; Jiang Cheng can’t tell if his boyfriend is genuinely confused or just in denial.

“The face. The one you make when you want something,” Jiang Cheng replies with a smile that grows wider at Lan Xichen’s surprised spluttering. 

“What? No. I’m perfectly content” Lan Xichen quickly denies, even as his eyebrows are sort of knitted together in that cute way that Jiang Cheng always noticed.

“Really? Perfectly content people pout?” Jiang Cheng teases. A laugh bubbles out of him at Lan Xichen’s face, but it quickly quietens at the way that Lan Xichen sinks into the couch with another sigh again. Jiang Cheng tries to level his face into a more serious look. Perhaps...perhaps he’d made the older man misinterpret him somehow...or he was being insensitive-

“Why don’t you ever give me cuddles,” Lan Xichen mumbles out from beside him. Jiang Cheng quirks a disbelieving ear at him, followed by a ‘huh’ because he for sure didn’t hear what his boyfriend just said-

“I want cuddles,” Lan Xichen says and proceeds to nearly kick off Jiang Cheng’s (rather expensive) textbook and plop himself right where he is supposed to belong. Jiang Cheng gets a lapful of Lan Xichen’s legs and an armful of his boyfriend’s torso when he leans in to wrap his arms around Jiang Cheng’s neck. Jiang Cheng manages to stutter out a laugh at him, he still can’t believe this. Lan Xichen leans down, burying his nose into the juncture between Jiang Cheng’s neck and shoulders. Jiang Cheng’s hands come up to wrap around him naturally.

“If you wanted cuddles you could have just asked,” Jiang Cheng tells him, hand coming up to play with the short strands by the other man’s neck.

“Thought you didn’t like them so I didn’t want to,” Lan Xichen replies into Jiang Cheng’s skin. Jiang Cheng just shakes his head, presses a kiss against Lan Xichen’s temple and gets into a more comfortable position on the couch.

“I wouldn’t mind anything with you,”