#imagine the smiles on their faces and warmth in their hearts when they see and feel it

[urdreamydoodles]

Bat-Family x Fem!OC

You smacks their ass as they walk past

Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne (aged up), Barbara Gordon, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, Selina Kyle & Kate Kane

Jason Todd aka. Red Hood

- You never imagined how someone like Jason Todd could hold himself with such a dangerous blend of confidence and recklessness. He walks like he owns every inch of ground he treads, his leather jacket slung over his shoulders, the red of his helmet tucked under his arm. You don’t know what possesses you when you walk past him, catching a glimpse of his lean frame and the cocky smirk tugging at his lips. Maybe it’s the sheer magnetism he exudes, or maybe you just can’t help yourself. Your hand reaches out, and you deliver a sharp, playful smack to his rear as you stride by.

- Jason freezes mid-step, his body going rigid for a split second before he turns to face you, an incredulous look spreading across his face. “Did you just—” he begins, his voice caught somewhere between outrage and amusement. But then that signature smirk of his grows wider, sharper, and his blue eyes gleam with a dangerous, playful edge. “Oh, you’re gonna regret that,” he teases, advancing toward you with a slow, deliberate menace that’s all bark and no real bite. You laugh, the sound light and carefree, because you know Jason’s ire is more for show than anything else.

- He catches you around the waist, pulling you into his arms with ease, the leather of his jacket brushing against your skin. “You’re bold, I’ll give you that,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing as his lips ghost over your ear. “But you’re not getting away with it.” There’s an edge of fondness in his tone, a warmth that softens his usual bravado. Jason Todd, the Red Hood, may wear his scars like armor, but when he’s with you, he’s softer, more human. You bring out a side of him that no one else gets to see, and he revels in the feeling of being seen by you, flaws and all.

- Later, as you sit curled up on the couch together, his hand resting casually on your thigh, he leans over and murmurs, “Next time, warn me before you do something like that. I might just enjoy it a little too much.” He grins at your surprised expression, his laughter rich and unrestrained. Jason Todd is a man of contradictions—gritty and rough around the edges, yet tender and fiercely loyal to those he loves. And in that moment, as he looks at you like you hung the moon, you know you’ll always be the exception to his every rule.

Dick Grayson aka. Nightwing

- It’s hard not to admire Dick Grayson as he moves with a fluid grace that’s almost otherworldly, every step a testament to his years as an acrobat. He’s the kind of man who lights up a room without even trying, his smile warm enough to melt the iciest of hearts. As he passes by you, his toned physique impossible to ignore, you act on a mischievous whim. Your hand darts out, delivering a quick slap to his behind, the sharp sound echoing in the quiet space.

- Dick stops in his tracks, his back straightening as he turns to face you, his expression a mix of surprise and amusement. “Did you really just do that?” he asks, his tone playful as he raises an eyebrow at you. But the corners of his lips are already twitching upward, his blue eyes sparkling with laughter. “You know I have a reputation to maintain, right? What if someone saw?” His words are teasing, but there’s no mistaking the delight in his voice.

- He crosses the room in a few quick strides, pulling you into his arms with that effortless charm of his. “You’re lucky you’re adorable,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. His hands settle on your hips, his touch warm and grounding as he looks at you with a fondness that makes your heart skip a beat. Dick Grayson has always been a people person, someone who gives his all to everyone he meets, but with you, it’s different. With you, he lets his guard down completely, his love unfiltered and true.

- Later, as the two of you sit on the rooftop, the city sprawled out before you, he leans back on his hands and chuckles. “You’ve got some nerve, you know that?” he says, glancing over at you with a grin that’s equal parts exasperated and enamored. “But I love it. I love you.” In that moment, with the stars above and his hand brushing against yours, you realize that Dick’s love is the kind that makes you feel like you’re flying, weightless and free.

Tim Drake aka. Red Robin

- Tim Drake has always been the picture of focus and determination, his mind a labyrinth of strategies and contingencies. He’s the kind of man who gets lost in his work, his attention consumed by the mysteries he seeks to unravel. But as he walks past you, his nose buried in a tablet, you decide to do something to pull him out of his reverie. With a playful grin, you reach out and smack his rear, the sound sharp and unmistakable.

- Tim freezes, his eyes widening as he processes what just happened. Slowly, he turns to face you, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush. “Did you just…?” he begins, his voice faltering as he searches for the right words. He’s flustered, his usual composure slipping as he stares at you, half-amused and half-embarrassed. “I didn’t see that coming,” he admits, a small, awkward laugh escaping him. For someone so perceptive, you’ve managed to catch him completely off-guard.

- He sets his tablet down, his curiosity piqued as he steps closer to you. “Care to explain yourself?” he asks, his tone light and teasing as he folds his arms across his chest. But there’s a softness in his eyes, a quiet affection that belies his playful demeanor. Tim isn’t one to let his guard down easily, but with you, he doesn’t have to try. You bring a sense of ease to his life, a warmth that balances out the weight of his responsibilities.

- Later, as he sits beside you on the couch, his arm draped casually around your shoulders, he glances at you and smiles. “You’re something else, you know that?” he says, his voice filled with admiration. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Tim Drake may be the genius detective, always one step ahead of everyone else, but with you, he’s just Tim—a man who’s hopelessly in love with the person who keeps him on his toes.

Damian Wayne aka. Robin (Aged up)

- Damian Wayne walks with the confidence of someone who’s spent his entire life being told he’s destined for greatness. There’s a regal air about him, a sharpness in his gaze that makes people think twice before crossing him. But as he passes by you, his posture impeccable and his expression carefully composed, you decide to test the waters of his stoic exterior. Your hand darts out, delivering a swift smack to his rear.

- He stops abruptly, his head snapping around to look at you with wide, disbelieving eyes. “Did you just…” he starts, his voice laced with both outrage and confusion. For a moment, he seems utterly at a loss, his usual composure shattered by your unexpected audacity. But then his lips press into a thin line, and he narrows his eyes at you. “You’re insufferable,” he declares, though the faint pink tinting his cheeks betrays his embarrassment.

- Damian steps closer to you, his arms crossed over his chest as he fixes you with a glare that’s more bluster than anything else. “Do you think this is some kind of joke?” he demands, his tone sharp. But there’s a flicker of something softer in his eyes, a warmth that he can’t quite hide. Damian may be the heir to the League of Assassins, but with you, he’s just a young man learning how to navigate the complexities of love and vulnerability.

- Later, as the two of you spar in the training room, he catches your wrist mid-strike, his grip firm but gentle. “You’re infuriating,” he says, his voice low and almost fond. “But I suppose I wouldn’t have you any other way.” Damian Wayne may be a warrior at heart, but when he’s with you, he allows himself to be just Damian—a boy who’s discovering that love is the greatest strength of all.

Barbara Gordon aka. Oracle / Batgirl

- Barbara Gordon is a force to be reckoned with, her mind as sharp as her combat skills. She moves with a quiet confidence, her every action deliberate and precise. As she walks past you, her auburn hair catching the light, you feel a sudden surge of mischief. Before you can think twice, your hand reaches out, delivering a playful smack to her rear.

- She stops mid-stride, her head tilting to the side as she turns to look at you, one eyebrow raised. “Really?” she says, her tone dripping with amusement. There’s a playful glint in her green eyes, and you can tell she’s already plotting her revenge. Barbara is nothing if not quick on her feet, and you know she won’t let you off the hook easily. “You realize you’ve just declared war, right?” she teases, a sly smile spreading across her face.

- Barbara steps closer, her hands resting on her hips as she looks you up and down, clearly unimpressed by your attempt to play innocent. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” she says, her voice warm and affectionate despite her mock-annoyance. With you, she allows herself to be vulnerable, to let go of the weight of being both Oracle and Batgirl. You remind her that it’s okay to laugh, to let her guard down, and to simply be herself.

- Later, as the two of you sit in front of her computer, the glow of the screens casting a soft light over her features, she leans over and presses a kiss to your temple. “You’re impossible,” she murmurs, her voice filled with affection. “But you keep things interesting.” Barbara Gordon may be a genius, a fighter, and a hero, but with you, she’s just Barbara—a woman who’s found someone who makes her feel alive in a way she never thought possible.

Stephanie Brown aka. Spoiler

- Stephanie Brown has always been a whirlwind of energy and determination, her spirit unrelenting even in the face of impossible odds. She walks past you with that carefree confidence she wears like armor, her blonde hair bouncing with every step. You can’t help but admire the way she carries herself, equal parts stubborn and radiant. Acting on impulse, you reach out and give her a playful smack on the rear as she strides by.

- She stops dead in her tracks, her head whipping around to face you. “Excuse me?” she exclaims, her voice full of mock indignation, though the corners of her lips are already curling into a mischievous smile. “Did you just Spank the Spoiler?” she asks, emphasizing her vigilante codename with a dramatic flair. Stephanie has never been one to take herself too seriously, and you can see the spark of amusement in her bright eyes as she folds her arms, pretending to be offended.

- In a flash, she’s back at your side, poking you in the ribs as she laughs. “Oh, you’re so in trouble now,” she teases, her voice light and full of affection. There’s something infectious about her laughter, a sound that seems to chase away the shadows in your life. Stephanie Brown is a fighter, yes, but she’s also someone who finds joy even in the smallest, silliest moments. She loves fiercely, and her heart is as big as her grin.

- Later, as you both sit on the couch sharing popcorn and bad movies, she nudges your shoulder and gives you a cheeky grin. “Next time, maybe warn me,” she says, her tone teasing. “Or don’t. I kind of like being caught off guard.” Stephanie leans against you, her warmth enveloping you like a cozy blanket. With her, life is always an adventure—messy, unpredictable, and full of laughter.

Cassandra Cain aka. Orphan

- Cassandra Cain moves like a shadow, her every step silent and purposeful. She walks past you with a grace that’s almost hypnotic, her petite frame radiating a quiet strength. You’ve always admired her discipline, her ability to say so much without uttering a single word. But today, you decide to shake up her composure. As she walks by, you reach out and deliver a playful smack to her rear, the sound breaking the otherwise tranquil air.

- Cassandra stops, her body going still as a statue. Slowly, she turns her head to look at you, her dark eyes wide with surprise. She blinks, clearly unsure of how to process what just happened. Then, to your delight, the faintest smile tugs at the corners of her lips—a rare and precious expression that feels like a reward in itself. “Why?” she asks simply, her voice soft but curious. It’s not anger or embarrassment, just genuine intrigue.

- You shrug, offering her a cheeky grin. “Because I couldn’t resist,” you reply, watching as her smile grows just a little wider. Cassandra doesn’t say much, but the way she steps closer, her hand brushing yours, says everything. She’s always been more comfortable expressing herself through action, and with you, she doesn’t need words to show her affection. Her trust in you is absolute, her love quiet but deeply felt.

- Later, as you sit together on the floor, her head resting on your shoulder while you read, she lifts her gaze to meet yours. “You surprise me,” she says softly, her voice filled with warmth. “It’s good.” Cassandra Cain may be the most skilled fighter you’ve ever met, but in your arms, she’s just Cass—a woman who’s learning to embrace the lighter, softer side of life.

Duke Thomas aka. Signal

- Duke Thomas strides through life with an easy confidence, his optimism shining as brightly as the sunlight he manipulates. He walks past you with a casual swagger, his golden-brown eyes warm and inviting. As he passes by, you can’t help but admire the way he carries himself—steady, resilient, and undeniably charming. Acting on a whim, you reach out and smack his rear, the playful gesture a stark contrast to his calm demeanor.

- Duke pauses, his head turning as a look of amused disbelief spreads across his face. “Really?” he says, raising an eyebrow as a slow grin tugs at his lips. “You’re bold, I’ll give you that.” There’s no annoyance in his tone, just pure, unfiltered amusement. Duke has always been good at rolling with life’s surprises, and this one is no exception. He steps closer to you, crossing his arms and tilting his head. “Should I be flattered or concerned?”

- You laugh, and the sound makes his grin widen. Duke’s hand rests lightly on your hip as he leans in, his voice dropping to a low, playful murmur. “You know, you’re going to pay for that, right?” he teases, his tone laced with affection. With you, Duke’s natural warmth grows even brighter, his easygoing nature making every moment with him feel effortless and fun. He’s the kind of man who makes you feel like the center of his world without even trying.

- Later, as the two of you watch the sunset from the rooftop, he nudges you gently with his shoulder. “You’re something else, you know that?” he says, his tone soft and sincere. “But I wouldn’t change a thing.” Duke Thomas is a beacon of light in a world full of shadows, and with you by his side, his glow only grows stronger.

Selina Kyle aka. Catwoman

- Selina Kyle is the embodiment of elegance and mischief, her every move a calculated blend of grace and seduction. She walks past you with the confidence of a queen, her hips swaying in a way that’s almost hypnotic. You can’t resist the temptation she so effortlessly exudes, and before you can think better of it, your hand darts out to smack her rear as she passes by.

- She stops, one perfectly manicured hand resting on her hip as she turns to face you, a single eyebrow arched. “Oh, darling,” she purrs, her voice smooth as silk, “you’re playing a dangerous game.” There’s no anger in her tone, only amusement, her green eyes gleaming with a predatory kind of delight. Selina loves a good challenge, and you’ve just given her the perfect excuse to turn the tables.

- She closes the distance between you in a few fluid steps, her fingers trailing lightly along your jaw as she tilts your face up to meet her gaze. “Careful,” she whispers, her lips curving into a sly smile. “I might just decide to return the favor.” Selina Kyle is a master of control, but with you, she’s willing to let go of the reins—just a little. She loves the way you keep her on her toes, the way you’re unafraid to meet her at her level.

- Later, as the two of you lounge on the balcony, the city lights twinkling below, she leans against you, her head resting on your shoulder. “You’re lucky I like you,” she says with a soft laugh, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your arm. Selina Kyle may be the infamous Catwoman, a thief who’s always one step ahead, but with you, she’s just Selina—a woman who’s found someone who can keep up with her.

Kate Kane aka. Batwoman

- Kate Kane walks with the authority of someone who’s seen it all and refuses to back down. Her stride is purposeful, her crimson hair a striking contrast against the stark black of her attire. As she passes by, her no-nonsense demeanor is enough to make most people think twice about approaching her. But not you. With a playful grin, you reach out and smack her rear, the sound sharp and deliberate.

- She stops in her tracks, her head turning slowly as she fixes you with a piercing gaze. “Really?” she asks, her tone dry but laced with amusement. “That’s how you want to play this?” There’s no real annoyance in her voice, just a hint of disbelief mixed with a begrudging smile. Kate Kane doesn’t do surprises often, but you’ve managed to catch her off guard in the best way possible.

- She steps closer, her arms crossed as she looks you up and down, clearly unimpressed by your attempt to play innocent. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that,” she says, her voice low and teasing. But there’s a warmth in her eyes, a softness she reserves only for you. Kate may be tough as nails, but with you, she allows herself to be vulnerable, to let down the walls she’s spent years building.

- Later, as the two of you sit by the fire with glasses of whiskey in hand, she leans over and presses a kiss to your temple. “You’re impossible,” she mutters, though there’s no mistaking the affection in her voice. Kate Kane may be Batwoman, a hero who stands alone in the darkest of nights, but with you, she’s just Kate—a woman who’s found a love worth fighting for.

[doujinshigirlai]

Unexpected affection <3

HAPPY NEW YEARS 🌸🌸🌸

Sypnosis: your brother's bsf goes with you to a new years festival because none of your friends are free!

Pairing:ot7!enhypen x fem!reader

Genre: fluff!!!

Warnings: None!

Enjoy my pookies 🫶✨

**Heeseung <3** The festival was as lively as you’d imagined, lanterns swaying gently in the breeze, illuminating the streets in warm, golden hues. Crowds bustled around you, laughing and chattering, while the smell of sizzling street food filled the air. But the excitement you’d hoped to feel wasn’t quite there—not with your friends all busy and your brother conveniently ditching you last minute.Instead, you found yourself walking beside Heeseung, your brother’s best friend. “Do you always sulk this much, or is it just because I’m here?” Heeseung teased, nudging your arm. You rolled your eyes, though a small smile tugged at your lips. “I’m not sulking. I just didn’t expect you to be my festival buddy tonight.”He shrugged, his hands in his jacket pockets. “Well, your brother begged me to keep you company, and I’m not one to say no to free food and fireworks. ”You laughed despite yourself. “Fair enough. But don’t think you’re getting out of this without trying the games. I’m determined to win something tonight. ”Heeseung raised an eyebrow, his trademark smirk forming. “You think you can beat me? Alright, let’s see what you’ve got.” The two of you stopped at a ring-toss booth, and true to his competitive nature, Heeseung went all out. He was annoyingly good, effortlessly winning a plush bunny on his first try. “For you,” he said, handing it to you with an exaggerated bow. “A token of my undying friendship. ”You took the bunny with mock reverence. “Wow, how generous. You’re really pulling out all the stops tonight, huh?” “Always,” he said with a wink. As the night went on, Heeseung proved to be surprisingly fun company. He dragged you to the food stalls, insisting you try everything he pointed out. You couldn’t help but laugh as he attempted to balance three skewers at once, nearly dropping them all when a kid bumped into him.“Careful there,” you teased, snatching one from his hand.“Hey, I was just about to eat that!” he protested, though his grin gave him away.When the countdown to midnight began, Heeseung led you to a quieter spot near the edge of the festival grounds. The river glimmered under the moonlight, a peaceful contrast to the bustling festival behind you. “Not bad, huh?” he said, leaning against the railing.You nodded, the cool breeze brushing your face. “It’s beautiful.” Heeseung glanced at you, his expression softening. “I’m glad your brother couldn’t come tonight.” You blinked, surprised. “Why?” He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “Because I wouldn’t have gotten to spend time with you like this.” Before you could respond, the first firework exploded in the sky, painting everything in brilliant hues of red and gold. Heeseung turned to face you fully, his eyes reflecting the glow. “Can I do something?” he asked, his voice quieter now. Your heart skipped a beat, but you nodded, unable to find your words. Slowly, he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours in a kiss that was as gentle as it was unexpected. The fireworks crackled above, but all you could focus on was the warmth of his touch and the way your heart raced.When he pulled back, his cheeks were slightly flushed, but his usual smirk was still there. “Happy New Year.” You smiled, your voice soft. “Happy New Year, Heeseung.”

As the festival roared back to life around you, you couldn’t help but think that maybe your brother ditching you wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

Rest of the members under the cut ✨✨✨

**Jongseong <3**The scent of caramelized apples and the faint chill of winter filled the air as you shuffled nervously beside your brother’s best friend. The New Year’s festival bustled with life, lanterns glowing above as laughter echoed around the plaza. But the usual excitement you’d feel was overshadowed by the fact that he was here with you.Your brother’s best friend.Jay had offered to come along when your plans fell apart, and you weren’t sure if you were grateful or mortified. You knew him well enough, but hanging out alone? It felt… different.“You don’t have to keep checking your phone,” Jay teased, his voice smooth and warm. “I’m not going to let you get lost.”You looked up from your phone sheepishly. “Sorry, just... It’s weird not being here with my friends. I don’t want to ruin your night.”Jay’s lips curled into a small smile, and you swore the festival lights made him look unfairly handsome. “You’re not ruining anything. Actually, I kind of wanted an excuse to come here. Guess it worked out for both of us.”Your cheeks burned, but you managed to laugh it off. “You must be bored out of your mind, though. No games with my brother, no guy talk—”Jay interrupted, his tone playful. “Or I could be enjoying the company of my favorite festival buddy. Ever think of that?”You stopped walking, stunned by his words. Was he teasing you, or did he actually mean it? The playful sparkle in his eyes made it impossible to tell.“Come on.” He grabbed your wrist gently, pulling you toward a stand selling sparklers. “Let’s make this night memorable.”You let yourself be dragged along, your heart pounding in your chest. Together, you lit a sparkler, watching the tiny fireworks crackle and dance in your hands. You couldn’t help but glance at Jay. His face glowed in the warm light, his features softer than you’d ever seen.“Happy New Year,” you whispered as the final sparks fizzled out.Jay turned to you, his smile so genuine it made your breath catch. “Happy New Year, Y/N. Let’s make this a tradition.”And for the first time that night, you forgot about your canceled plans and friends. Standing there with Jay, it felt like the best way to start the year.

**Jaeyun <3** The soft hum of a festival melody and the glow of lanterns guided your steps as you adjusted your scarf. Beside you, Jake strolled with an easy smile, hands stuffed into his coat pockets, radiating warmth despite the cold January air.You weren’t sure how it happened, but when your brother mentioned your plans falling through, Jake had volunteered to tag along without hesitation.“You didn’t have to come, you know,” you mumbled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m sure you had better plans.”Jake shrugged, glancing down at you with that familiar twinkle in his eye. “Nah. Spending New Year’s Eve with someone cool is better than anything else I could’ve done.”You laughed lightly, rolling your eyes. “Sure, because hanging out with me is so cool.”“It is,” Jake said seriously, making you pause. He grinned, his dimpled smile melting the tension in your shoulders. “Come on, you don’t give yourself enough credit. You’re fun to be around.”Before you could respond, Jake pointed toward a small stand selling floating lanterns. “Let’s do that!”You hesitated. “A lantern? Isn’t it better to do it with someone special?”Jake tilted his head. “And I’m not special?”You sputtered, heat creeping up your neck. “I-I didn’t mean it like that—”He chuckled, grabbing your wrist gently and pulling you toward the stand. “Relax, Y/N. It’s for fun, okay? We’ll make a wish for the new year.”Moments later, you stood side by side, holding the lantern between you. Jake crouched slightly, carefully lighting it before the two of you released it into the night sky.“What did you wish for?” Jake asked, his voice softer now.You stared at the lantern as it floated higher, its glow blending with the stars. “I don’t think I’m supposed to tell, or it won’t come true.”Jake smirked. “Mine will.”You raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? What was it?”He looked at you, his eyes warm and full of something you couldn’t quite place. “To make more memories with you.”Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, the bustling festival seemed to fade into the background. Jake’s words hung in the air, his gaze locked with yours.You laughed nervously, nudging him lightly. “You’re cheesy, you know that?”“Maybe,” he replied, his grin never wavering. “But it worked, didn’t it?”The lantern disappeared into the night, but the memory of Jake’s words lingered, leaving you with a strange warmth in your chest.And just like that, the New Year’s festival felt a little more magical.

**Sunghoon <3** The sounds of laughter and distant chatter filled the cool night air as you walked side by side with Sunghoon through the lively streets of the New Year’s festival. The flickering lights from the stalls illuminated his face, making his sharp features even more striking under the winter sky. "I’m not sure how we ended up here," you said with a small laugh, glancing at Sunghoon, who was, as always, a picture of effortless elegance. "I didn’t even ask for your help when my friends bailed." Sunghoon glanced at you and raised an eyebrow. "I know. But you looked like you could use some company. And who better to spend New Year's with than someone who knows you well enough to not let you feel awkward?" Your heart fluttered at his words, but you couldn’t tell if he was being serious or joking. His teasing smile didn’t help. "I can manage on my own, you know," you said, trying to hide the nervousness in your voice. Sunghoon gave you a knowing smile. "But you’re not alone. Let’s just enjoy the night." The two of you moved through the crowd, sampling food from stands, playing carnival games, and even sharing a laugh as Sunghoon tried (and failed) to win you a plush toy. But despite the fun, something about the night felt more special because he was by your side. "You know," you began, feeling a little braver, "this doesn’t feel as bad as I thought it would." Sunghoon stopped in his tracks and turned to face you. "I’m glad you think so." His eyes softened, a gentle smile curving his lips. "I like being with you like this, even if it’s just for tonight." Your heart skipped a beat at his words, unsure of what to say. But before you could answer, he gestured toward the sky. "Look, the fireworks are starting." You both stood there for a moment, watching the colorful explosions light up the sky, each burst of light more beautiful than the last. Sunghoon’s hand brushed against yours, the brief contact sending a shock of warmth through you. You didn’t pull away. "Do you believe in New Year’s wishes?" you asked, turning to him with a quiet curiosity. Sunghoon looked down at you, his gaze thoughtful. "I think… if you make a wish, it should be something worth waiting for." You stared at him, trying to decipher the meaning behind his words. But before you could ask him anything further, he continued. "My wish for tonight? That we don’t let this be the last time we share a moment like this." The fireworks exploded in the background, the colors illuminating his face in the most mesmerizing way. You could feel your heart beating faster, and for the first time in a while, the New Year felt like a fresh start—one you were happy to take with him by your side. "That’s a good wish," you whispered. "I think I’m starting to wish for the same thing." Sunghoon smiled, his hand slipping into yours. "Then let’s make it happen." As the last firework burst in the sky, you realized that this New Year’s had become unforgettable, not because of the festival itself, but because of Sunghoon and the way he made everything feel so right.

**Sunoo <3** The evening air was crisp, filled with the lively hum of voices and the sweet scent of festival treats. You found yourself walking alongside Sunoo, the two of you drifting through the crowd at the New Year’s festival. The sparkling lights above and the distant sound of fireworks created a dreamlike atmosphere, but the presence of Sunoo by your side made it feel even more magical. “I can’t believe my friends all bailed, and I ended up with you instead,” you teased, nudging Sunoo lightly with your shoulder. Sunoo’s eyes twinkled as he glanced over at you. “Oh, I see. You’re regretting your choice already?” His voice was playful, but his smile softened, and you couldn’t help but grin in return. “Not at all,” you said, your voice almost too sincere for the teasing tone you intended. “You’re a pretty good substitute for a fun night.” “Well, I do try to be fun,” he said, shrugging, but there was a warmth in his smile that made your heart skip. “I think this is the most fun I’ve had all night.” The two of you wandered from booth to booth, trying everything from cotton candy to playing games, laughter filling the spaces between your words. The sound of fireworks signaling the New Year approaching made the whole atmosphere feel surreal, like something out of a perfect memory. As midnight drew closer, Sunoo took a step closer to you, and you felt a sense of nervous anticipation that you couldn’t explain. He stopped in front of you, his face serious now. “So, what’s your wish for this year?” he asked, his voice quieter, as if the moment had become more intimate than you expected. You hesitated for a moment, the festival around you fading as your thoughts focused on Sunoo. You couldn’t tell if you were ready to share your wish, but somehow, with him standing there so close, you felt like you could. “I think…” you began, your heart beating faster. “I wish for things to change this year, for everything to feel more… real.” Sunoo’s eyes softened, his gaze never leaving yours. “You know… I think I wish for something like that too.” Before you could ask what he meant, the crowd erupted in cheers as the fireworks began. But Sunoo wasn’t watching the fireworks; his eyes were locked with yours. He reached for your hand, his grip warm and gentle, pulling you toward the quiet side of the festival, away from the crowd. He stopped in front of a glowing lantern that floated peacefully in the air, the soft light reflecting in his eyes. “I think this is the part where I tell you,” Sunoo murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, “that I’m really glad I’m here with you tonight.” Before you could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, lingering kiss. The world around you seemed to disappear—there were no crowds, no noise, just the feeling of his kiss that left you breathless. When he pulled back, you both stood in silence for a moment, your heart racing. “Happy New Year, Y/N,” Sunoo said, his voice low, full of meaning. You smiled softly, still caught in the magic of the kiss. “Happy New Year, Sunoo.” As you stood there, under the lantern’s glow and surrounded by the fading fireworks, it felt like everything you had ever wished for was right there, starting with the boy in front of you.

**Jungwon <3** The New Year’s festival was in full swing, the streets alive with excitement. You and Jungwon walked side by side, your laughter blending with the sounds of fireworks and cheerful chatter. The chilly air nipped at your skin, but the warmth of being with him made you forget about the cold. “I didn’t think I’d be spending tonight like this,” you said, looking up at the bright lanterns that lined the street. “But I’m glad you’re here.” Jungwon gave you a playful glance, his eyes sparkling under the colorful lights. “Why? Don’t you like hanging out with me?” You rolled your eyes, trying to hide your growing smile. “I never said that. I just didn’t expect to be at a festival with you, that’s all.” “Well, it’s better than spending the night alone, right?” Jungwon teased. “Besides, you can’t just let New Year’s Eve pass by without making the most of it. You’re stuck with me now.” You found yourself laughing at his playful tone, your heart warming in his presence. It felt like everything was falling into place. The two of you wandered around the festival, enjoying the food, the games, and the quiet moments in between. At one point, Jungwon grabbed your hand as you walked past a stand selling light-up toys, pulling you over to pick out a glowing star. “You always look good when you’re having fun,” Jungwon said, handing you the toy with a grin. His words caught you off guard, and for a moment, you weren’t sure if he was just being his usual teasing self or if there was something more behind his comment. Before you could respond, the sound of fireworks erupted above, their bright lights dancing across the sky. You both stopped in your tracks, the dazzling colors reflecting in your eyes. "Do you ever make a wish at midnight?" Jungwon asked quietly, his voice almost lost in the noise of the festival. You looked up at him, meeting his gaze. “I don’t know… maybe this year.” Jungwon smiled, the softest of expressions, and nodded. "Me too." As the last firework exploded above, the crowd’s cheers rang in your ears. The world seemed to pause in that moment, the fireworks now a distant glow, and it was just you and Jungwon standing together. He took a step closer, his hand gently reaching for yours. “You know,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, “I’ve always wanted to kiss someone on New Year’s Eve. Feels like the perfect moment.” Your heart raced as your breath hitched. “And… what if you don’t get the chance?” Jungwon smiled, his thumb brushing over your hand. “I think you just gave me the chance.” With that, he closed the distance between you, his lips pressing softly against yours. The kiss was slow, tender, but filled with everything you both hadn’t said out loud. The warmth of his lips against yours sent a rush of emotions through you, and for a moment, the world beyond the festival seemed to disappear. When the kiss ended, Jungwon leaned his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin. “Happy New Year, Y/N,” he whispered. “Happy New Year,” you replied, your voice soft and full of meaning. As you stood there, hand in hand, surrounded by the fading glow of fireworks, you knew this New Year’s would be a memory you’d treasure forever.

**Niki <3** The festival was at its peak, with the skies painted in colors from the fireworks and lanterns glowing along the streets. But the noise and excitement around you seemed distant as you walked beside Riki. His usual playful demeanor was replaced with something a little quieter tonight, something that made your heart flutter every time you caught his eye. “So, are you having fun?” you asked, nudging Riki as the two of you strolled past food stalls and games. Riki smirked, though it seemed softer than usual. “You know, it’s a lot more fun than I thought it would be, especially since you’re here with me.” He glanced at you, his eyes holding something unreadable. Your heart skipped at the look, but you laughed it off, trying to play it cool. “Really? I thought I’d be the one holding you back from doing something fun. My friends bailed, remember?” Riki just shrugged, the playful twinkle returning to his eyes. “Guess I’m your backup plan then. Not bad, huh?” You rolled your eyes at him, but the smile on your face didn’t fade. You had always felt comfortable around him, and the night was slowly turning into something special. As midnight drew near, the fireworks started to light up the sky, and you found yourself standing a little closer to Riki as you both watched the colors explode above. The sounds of laughter and celebration surrounded you, but in that moment, everything felt a little quieter. “Do you ever think about what you wish for on New Year’s?” you asked, your voice barely rising above the noise. Riki tilted his head, his eyes still focused on the fireworks. “Yeah, sometimes. But honestly… I think this moment is enough for me.” He turned to face you, his gaze locking with yours. “Being with you like this, I don’t need anything else right now.” Your breath caught at his words. Was he being serious? His usual teasing tone was gone, replaced with something that made your heart race. Before you could process your thoughts, Riki stepped a little closer, his breath warm against your skin as the last firework shot up in the sky. His hand brushed against yours gently, and your fingers instinctively intertwined. “You know,” he murmured, his voice so soft you almost didn’t hear him over the fading fireworks, “I’ve always wanted to kiss someone when the clock strikes midnight. And I think… I think I want it to be you.” Your heart pounded in your chest, and before you could respond, Riki leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a soft, almost tentative kiss. The world seemed to pause around you—the fireworks, the festival, everything—until it was just you and him, the night wrapped around you like a secret. When he pulled away, you both stood there, surrounded by the fading glow of the fireworks. Riki’s hand stayed in yours, his thumb gently brushing your knuckles. There was a silence between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable—just peaceful, filled with unspoken understanding. “You know,” he finally said, his voice low and a little more vulnerable than usual, “this is a moment I won’t forget.” You smiled softly, leaning against him. “Me neither, Riki. Me neither.” As the last of the fireworks disappeared into the sky, you felt like the night had given you something precious. Not just the kiss, but the feeling of being seen, of being here, in this moment, with him.

AHHHHHH I JUST LOVE WRITING FOR THEM...EVERY SINGLE MEMBER IS SPECIAL TO ME

I wrote this as soon as I got home from the festival I went to and suddenly got inspiration

Hope u enjoyed 🌸🫶

(also this may or may not be a side profile reveal)

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[im4rmy]

your first time together - jisung (idol AU)

IMAGINE: you get cozy with a very hot jisung but you two decided that he was the one that had to initiate intimate stuff.

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• jisung was very virgin, you were his first girlfriend ever, even his first kiss. he had the courage to tell you so (even if you already knew) a while ago and you reassured him that was totally okay. so you decided together that when he would've been ready, he would've let you know and take action himself.

• you and him had some pretty heated make-out sessions, but that was it. of course you were more than willing to wait for him, you wanted him to be comfortable and to have the best experience with you when the time was right.

• but holy shit. he was SO HOT and the worst part was that he wasn't aware of it. so irritating.

• you were snuggled up in his fluffy and warm bed, with snacks all scattered around, watching a christmas movie even if it was only the beginning of november.

• he snuck his feet between your bare legs under the covers searching for your body warmth and you couldn't help but stiffen feeling him getting so close.

• "are you okay?" you nod but try to not look at him, keeping your eyes on the movie going. he doesn't push further.

• after some time, he's still hugging you and he absentimentally starts to caress your lower belly, just there, under your pajama top. you take a deep breath and scream at yourself to keep it together for god's sake y/n!

• but it looks like it's not working that well because jisung gets up from his comfy position and looks at you confused. "what is it? you're being weird"

• you sigh and close your eyes. "m'sorry. i'm just- ugh. i'm getting my period in a few days"

• he widens his eyes in worry. "are you hurt? do you have cramps already?" "no, i'm just horny"

• he FREEZES on the spot and you can tell his brain is malfunctioning. you chuckle and explain yourself before his heart combust. "i'm kidding ji, i'm okay. don't worry baby, okay?"

• you shift a little to snuggle again under the covers waiting for him to join, but he's not moving. you look up at him. "i'm serious baby, don-" "are you really- um... horny?"

• you blink a couple of time watching his tensed eyes and body and you see him gulping. atp you're whispering. "a little bit"

• he has the audacity to NOD. "so- like... you want m-me to do... something?" "i told you, it's okay. you don't have to do anything"

• "but i want to"

• your eyes snap into his. "oh"

• he gulps making his adam's apple bob and hesitantly get closer to you while you just watch him with curiosity. he sits right next to you against the headboard and taps his thighs.

• "c-can you come here?"

• his stuttering and all-innocent eyes are making you tremble from excitement. you nod at his request and climb his lap, sitting on him.

• he puts his hands around your waist and take a hold of the hem of your top, pulling it up. you're surprised at first, but when you notice that his hands are shaking you smile softly and put your hands in his hair starting to kiss him slowly.

• he touches your bare torso with nervous hands but when he feels you slightly grinding on him looking for friction... he let himself enjoy the moment putting his shyness aside. he stops the kiss without backing away from your lips. "can i touch you?"

• you nod and watch him direct his right hand right into your panties. wtf is happening? what gotten into him? you don't wanna ask.

• he really starts to touch your core with slow and uncertain movements; you softly moan closing your eyes and he blushes hard, his gaze going back and forth from your relaxed face to his hand working under your fluffy shorts.

• when he seems to understand which is the right pace, you start to literally (and carefully) ride his hand and you hold his shoulders because your legs are about to give up.

• "y-you like it?" "mhh... you're doing so good baby boy"

• he's shaken up by a whimper at the praise and you feel his erection growing under your ass. you want to tease him but he curls his fingers inside you and you forget everything else. you can't believe that park virgin jisung is making you cum with just his fingers rn.

• "shit- woah that was... unexpected"

• jisung is just looking at you with big puppy eyes now, his hand still in you. you smirk and kiss him gently, stroking the back of his head making him sigh. "y/n... can we- um... can we keep g-going?" "we can do whatever you want, it's on you, okay?" "o-okay"

• you puts your hands on his hoodie and you lightly pull at it, ancouraging the boy to take it off. he does it and you can see the goosebumps decorating his skin all over his juicy arms and his breath-taking upper body.

• you bit your lower lip and he blushes again under your adoring gaze. your mouth finds its spot just under his ear and he melts under your skilled tongue. you know that spot it's his weakness. and now you're also grinding on him so he's on cloud nine.

• "o-oh my god" "you're doing so well, my good boy"

• he moans and grabs your waist. "wait, i want to-" he doesn't speak further and just lifts you to lay you down on the bed and hovering over you.

• he kisses you again caressing your bare sides gently, taking his time touching you, worshipping your body. when he reaches for the hem of your pink shorts, you lift your hips for him and let him take them off, together with your sticky underwear.

• he holds his breath knowing that you're now naked under him, except for your bra. you help him taking his pants off too, smiling to ease his nerves a little.

• he begins again to kiss you because it helps him relax, you know him. but when you feel his boner against your bare thigh you get even more horny, if possible, and you can't help but rub your leg against his lenght, making him swear.

• he looks at your reassuring smile and takes a deep breath, before glancing down and gulping seeing your bodies so close. he aligns himself between your legs and finally interlocks with you, making the both of you moan out of relief.

• he thrusts in and out of you slowly, enjoying the way you whimper and shake because of him. and when he feels his orgasm approach he hides his face in your neck and cries his pleasure against your skin and just by hearing his deep fucking voice you can feel your folds clenching around him.

• "oh my- fucking god" "shit"

• you two stay in that very position while trying to regain consciousness because holy shit. your first time together was amazing.

• "how... how was it?" "great baby, you're awsome. can't wait to do it again"

• he couldn't even sleep that night.

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[mixingandmelting]

hey so how do you think Dick grayson and Tim drake would deal with a s/o who gets anxiety and mentally shuts down/head empty as soon as anyone gets angry at them or they’re angry standing near them. S/o seems ok when someone gets angry, but they’re on other side of the room. Like they can deal with danger, but some kind of strange mental survival instinct kicks in when any of their friends or lover gets angry. S/o just mentally blacks out. The boys have had arguments with s/o and s/o has been fine in trying to communicate with them, so it’s not an argument thing. But then they experience one time where they get super angry and witness for first time, s/o doesn’t react too well to it?. (I know Tim and Dick have pretty tame temperaments and I can’t really see them getting angry at their s/o easily).

a/n:  i mean when talking about how Dick is in the comics, his temper is pretty nasty. He snapped at Alfred and Babs (s/o at the time and paralyzed) with brutal words before and he's known as the angry Robin... So yeah, compared to Dick, Tim’s temper is pretty tame 😅

⚠️trigger warning: mental distress

Dick:

Everything was bad. Bad day, bad mood, bad timing. Even the argument that stemmed from a stupid reason wouldn’t have happened had he been clear minded. Instead, his temper flared. Full capacity at that. 

“Dick…” Your voice is usually filled with affection. Joy. Life. Never frail, weak, and barely above a whisper. 

Sharp hearing and quick reflexes as a vigilante allows him to catch your tumbling form, pupils dilating at the cold sweat and your shallow breaths. 

You’ve never once reacted this way, even when facing the worst regardless of who, what, when, where, why, and how. You’re tough, strong, yet full of so much love that he practically can’t imagine going on a day without you. 

He crossed a line. And he’s reaping the consequences. 

Gently lying you on the ground, he goes through the familiar motions he’s done millions of times, heart palpitating harder as it sinks that he’s about to start first aid on you. The person he planned to stick with forever. The person who always had and still got his back. The person he professed his love to and professed back the same. 

As if he’s granted mercy, you let out a groan on the third compression. Slowly but surely you blink once, twice, and now have your eyes trained on him. He doesn’t act reckless, crawling to one side of you so he can help you up and doesn’t overwhelm you from straddling over your body. 

“How are you feeling, princess?” 

Despite the tiny smile he gives while assessing that you’re alright, he’s losing it. He nearly lost you. He caused it. Why are you with someone like him? He doesn’t deserve you. 

His mind finally stops and reels back when your hand, regaining its warmth, is placed on his cheek. For a moment he’s quiet. 

“I’m sorry.” It comes out pathetically in broken syllabus. His body is heaving and wracked in regret. 

It’s the first this happens and he swears for it to be the last in his heart as he gets engulfed by warmth he should’ve vigilantly protected. His head rests over your heart, hands gripping the hem of your shirt tightly while you stay there with him, comforting him and waiting for his tears to stop soaking through the fabric. 

Tim:

No. No, no, no. Please don’t do this to him. Please, don’t let this happen to you. To whom he begs to is unknown to himself, just like how he had forgotten the reason for him to get mad in the first place. You're pale, dazed, and unresponsive to all the stimuli he tried on you. Your breathing and your heart is beating slowly. 

He didn’t intend for this to happen. He didn’t even think it could. How many arguments had the two of you had? Tim getting mad at you, you getting mad at him? Today wasn’t much different. More annoyed from the lack of sleep and built-up stress probably. Other than that, still the same usual. To him.

You slumped down as if the strings attached to you were cut. His legs felt there were weights tied down to each of them as he tried to get to you faster before you hit the unforgiving cold floor. 

He hisses a curse at his shaking hands, willing himself to be quicker as he fumbles to start CPR. His sight is blurry. He doesn’t know if he’s using enough strength, not wanting to hurt you further than he already has. He shouldn’t even have hurt you from the beginning. You’re his world, the person he would gladly hand his heart over if asked. Why was he hurting you when he loves you so much? 

Finally, after how long he lost track of, you start gaining consciousness. A gasp and he gets off of you. He doesn’t let go of your hand throughout the whole process of helping you sit up and going through the reassessment protocol. It’s a miracle he doesn’t rapidly fire his questions, a part of him still retaining some sanity to make sure he doesn’t trigger the episode again. 

 When you try to crack a joke, everything comes crashing down. “I’m sorry” is repeated in a manta, his sobs soft and filled with grief. As if reading his mind, you warn him you weren’t leaving him anytime soon. And he makes a promise to himself in response to never let this happen again, whatever it takes, as he holds you in his arms, tremors showing no signs of stopping.

[v6quewrlds]

💞 + andrei iosivas + fluff

imagine comforting homesick andrei.

Andrei sighed heavily, the warm steam of the shower cascading down his broad shoulders as he stepped out of the steamy embrace. He wrapped a towel around his waist and padded into the bathroom, where you were waiting for him with a gentle smile. You sat on the sink counter, your feet dangling over the edge, a shaving kit and an array of skincare products laid out neatly beside you.

You offered him a soft smile as he dried off, the concern in your eyes speaking volumes. "Better?" you asked, your voice a soothing melody amidst the quiet of the bathroom.

Andrei nodded, eyes downcast and heavy as he pulled a long-sleeved Princeton Track & Field shirt over his head. It was a memento from his college days, a simple reminder of the simpler times when the only thing he had to worry about was catching a football and keeping his grades up. You had noticed how uncharacteristically withdrawn he'd been the last few days, and you knew it was more than just a slump in the season. Andrei had mentioned he hadn't been home in over a year, and you could see the toll it was taking on him.

"Come on, let's get you pampered," you said, your voice as soothing as you could muster. You motioned for him to step between your legs, holding your arms open for a moment to allow him the chance to lean into you. When he did, you wrapped your arms around his waist and held him close, feeling the warmth of his skin and the solidness of his torso. For a brief moment, he leaned his head into your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your perfume mixing with your lotion. You felt his chest rise and fall with a deep sigh.

You picked up the shaving gel and spread it gently over his jawline, your fingertips tracing the contours of his face with care. He leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering closed. The scent of aloe filled the air, a sharp contrast to the deep notes of the shampoo that still lingered from his shower. You took the razor and began to shave him, taking care not to nick his skin.

"I know you're homesick," you said softly, your voice carrying over the sound of the running water as you rinsed the razor. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

Andrei took a moment, his eyes still closed, before finally speaking. "It's just…everything's so different here," he began, his words thick with emotion. "Back home, we'd spend every weekend at the beach, bonfires with my friends, my brother…my parents." He swallowed hard. "They're getting older, you know?"

Your heart ached for him. You nodded, your grip on the razor steady despite the sudden heaviness in the air. "Yeah," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "You don't want to miss out on those moments."

Andrei leaned into you, his eyes still closed. "Exactly," he murmured. "It's just…it's not just that. It's the food, the way the air smells, the way the ocean sounds."

You hummed softly, allowing him to continue. You knew that sometimes words weren't enough, that sometimes all someone needed was to be heard. You carefully shaved along the edge of his jaw, your touch feather-light.

"I love playing football, don't get me wrong," Andrei continued, his voice a little stronger now. "But sometimes, I just want to leave it all behind and go home to Hawaii. Just for a weekend, you know? Just to be present there with my family."

You nodded in understanding, your gaze lingering on his profile. Carefully, you rinsed the last of the shaving gel off his face, using a warm washcloth to wipe away any remaining traces. "I know you think it isn't worth it to fly out just for a weekend, but maybe you should?" you suggested, your voice gentle. "Even if it's just for a day or two, to recharge. I'm sure your family would love to see you."

He frowned, hesitating. "The season's so hectic, and the flights are crazy expensive."

You knew his schedule was tight, with games and practices eating up most of his week, and the cost of last-minute flights to Hawaii didn't help. But you also knew how much his family meant to him. You turned to reach for your toner, the cool liquid bringing a chill to his skin. "I'll check the prices for you," you said, your voice measured. "Maybe you could plan ahead for the end of the season?"

[dreamypjs]

Forever and ever₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡.

(♡)synopsis: As the clock struck midnight, welcoming in the new year, You couldn’t help but feel a wave of nostalgia mixed with excitement.

➜ warnings: SUPER CHEESY !! No but fr there’s none ts pure fluff :) enjoy ml !! 💌

You glanced over at Jay, Your high school sweetheart, who had been by your side through countless milestones, heartaches, and triumphs. His hand was warm in yours that wore a big diamond ring, a reminder of the bond him and you had since your teenage years, that turned into something more.

Fingers interlocked as if they had been meant to fit together all along. Exchanging a knowing smile, one that carried the weight of shared memories—the late-night drives, nervous prom photos, and whispered dreams about the future.

having grown together so much since those days of exchanging flirty looks in the hallways, giggling and whispering to your friends about him, sharing milkshakes at the local diner, and the many times your dad had thrown him out of your house because he didn’t approve of him. Jay never giving up and eventually proving to be a man of respect, kindness, and a very responsible one. His actions always matching his words.

Back then, dreaming of a future together that seemed unobtainable, yet here y’all were, stepping into another chapter of life together. Jay’s smile—still as infectious as it had been the first time you saw it—softened as he pulled you closer.

"Sometimes I still wonder how I got so lucky” jay says looking into your eyes with pure adoration. "What do you mean" you furrow your eyebrows cutely “Lucky to have you. You make everything better, just by being you.”

You gently squeeze his hand taking it to your cheek holding it close to your face and taking in a deep breath "you know how much you mean to me Jay, I feel the same. You’ve always had this way of making me feel… so at ease. Like, no matter what’s going on, everything will be okay when I’m with you.” Your eyes soften when they meet his, the tenderness that lingers in the gaze making your cheeks warm up and your stomach erupt with butterflies feeling like the teenage girl who fell in love with Jay many years ago all over again.

gently kissing the top of your head Jay says "I’m so grateful that I get to be the one who gets to give you all my love every day.I love you more than I ever thought it was possible to love someone. You make me feel like the luckiest guy in the world.”

All teary-eyed but smiling you respond “You’re everything to me, Jay. I love you so much.” You hug him tightly accompanied by a soft smile, and looking up at him with a gaze that seems to say, I see you, I cherish you, and I’m home when I’m with you. It’s a silent promise, a reflection of deep affection, vulnerability, and a deep connection.

Your heart swelled. Being together through thick and thin, each moment shaping both of you into the people you had become. The new year stretched out before you and Jay, Together, you and him vowed to make it the best one yet, a year filled with laughter, adventures, and the kind of love that only grows stronger with time.

As the countdown began on the TV, Jay gently held your hand, his thumb tracing small circles on your palm. “This year has been the best, every year I’ve spent with you has been, I never want it to change,” he whispered.

“Ten… nine…”

Y/N grinned, her heart racing. “I can’t imagine life without you…" your voice broke at the sheer thought of not having him in your life

“Three… two…”

Without waiting for the clock to strike twelve, Jay leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a soft, lingering kiss. The fireworks outside burst in vibrant colors as the new year officially began, but to you and Jay , time seemed to stand still. Holding you so close and whispering in your ear "I’m right here I’ll always be, I promise my pretty girl" he says, gently stroking your hair.

Jay brushed a strand of hair from your face, his eyes holding that same warmth you had fallen for years ago. “Here’s to us,” he whispered, his voice low but filled with the kind of conviction that only years of shared memories could bring, raising his glass. “To another year of making it all count.”

“Can you believe another year’s gone by?” You said softly, looking at Jay, Your eyes reflecting the twinkle of the lights. You realized that while the world might change and time might pass, some things—like the love you and Jay shared—were timeless.

“Happy New Year, my love ,” Jay murmured against your lips, his voice filled with love.You smiled, your cheeks warm. “Happy New Year, Jay.” You peck his lips, his cologne blending with the crisp scent of the evening. In this moment, surrounded by love and hope for the future, the world felt perfect.

You look up at him, and his eyes are already on you, “I don’t know what the new year will bring,” he says softly, “but I know I want to face it all with you and…” he trails off before gently resting his hand over yours that was resting on your perfect little bump, that symbolizes the new life that you and Jay had created with so much love. A heartwarming sight that radiates anticipation and joy., as Jay placed his hand gently on your belly he quickly felt the subtle movements of the baby. “I can’t believe this time next year, she’ll be here with us,” he said, his voice full of emotion.

standing close together indulging in the each other’s embrace on the balcony, the glow of the new year, dreaming of the moment when you’d both finally meet your baby—Jays and yours greatest gift waiting just around the corner. ♡ ♡ ♡

✉️ જ⁀➴ ♡: Hii!! I hope you enjoyed and tysm for reading!! Rebloging won’t hurt hahah…👀Anyway I was sad I couldn’t post for Christmas I was too busy so I’m posting ts for new years :) A goal I have for 2025 is to write more so I’ll try to be more active on here. Pls I’m begging leave requests they are open. I need to know what ppl wan to read yk? But that’s it I hope you have a good day/night and have a happy New Year!

[kyasmultiverse]

Back to Where It All Began

Summary: Lando goes back home to his childhood friend who sees him as more than just a racer.

fluff

(AN: Send in any recommendations of any f1 drivers or more I love to write about it )

The roar of the crowd still echoed in Lando Norris’s ears as he gazed at the golden trophy sitting on the passenger seat of his car. It gleamed under the dim streetlights, a constant reminder of the surreal moment he had lived just days ago—finally becoming a Formula 1 World Champion.

The celebration had been everything he’d imagined: champagne showers, fireworks, and an endless stream of congratulations. But now, driving down the quiet streets of his hometown, he felt a different kind of satisfaction, one that had nothing to do with fame or fortune.

His old neighborhood looked the same as it always had, with rows of modest houses and the park where he’d spent countless afternoons racing his battered go-kart against imaginary rivals. Pulling up in front of a familiar house, Lando took a deep breath.

The front door opened before he could knock. “I saw your car,” Y/N said, smiling as they leaned against the doorframe. “You’re back.”

Lando chuckled, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Yeah. Figured I’d stop by and say hi. Hope that’s okay.”

Y/N stepped aside, motioning him in. “Like I’d ever say no to you, Mr. world Champion.”

“Please don’t call me that,” he groaned, following them into the cozy living room. It smelled like fresh coffee and a hint of vanilla, the same comforting scent he remembered from years ago.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “You literally just won the biggest title in motorsport. I think you’ve earned it.”

Lando flopped onto the couch with a grin. “I was hoping to escape all that for a bit. Coming here, it’s… normal, you know?”

“Normal,” Y/N repeated, sitting beside him. “I guess that’s what I am now, huh? Just your normal friend from a normal town.”

Lando turned to them, his expression softening. “You’ve never been just anything to me, Y/N.”

They blinked, caught off guard by the sudden sincerity in his voice. “You don’t have to say that, Lando. I know you’ve got this whole glamorous life now.”

“Glamorous?” he snorted. “It’s stressful, exhausting, and half the time, I’m just trying not to crash. The truth is, I miss this. I miss you.”

Y/N stared at him, unsure of how to respond. They’d grown up together, shared secrets and dreams, but when Lando’s career took off, their lives had naturally drifted apart. Still, they’d always rooted for him, even from afar.

“I watched every race this season,” Y/N admitted, their voice barely above a whisper. “Every single one. And when you crossed the finish line last week… I cried. Like a proper idiot.”

Lando’s face broke into a tender smile. “I cried too, if that makes you feel better. Not on TV, though. I’ve got an image to maintain.”

They both laughed, the sound filling the room with a warmth that felt like home.

“I don’t know if I ever told you,” Lando said after a moment, his voice quieter now, “but you were the first person who believed I could do this. Back when it was just a crazy dream.”

“Of course I believed in you,” Y/N said. “How could I not? You’ve always been special, Lando.”

His gaze lingered on them, his heart pounding in a way that had nothing to do with racing. “I’ve had all these people cheering for me, but it’s never felt like enough. Not until now.”

Y/N tilted their head, confusion flickering across their face. “Why now?”

“Because you’re here,” he said simply. “And you’ve always been enough.”

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Then, without thinking, Y/N reached for his hand, their fingers brushing against his. “You’re enough too, Lando. Even without the trophies.”

The words hit him harder than any championship win ever could. Smiling, he laced his fingers through theirs, the gesture as natural as breathing.

“Stay a while?” Y/N asked softly.

Lando leaned back, his grip on their hand steady. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And for the first time in a long time, he truly meant it.

[opulent-valkyrie]

Dazai x reader

established relationship, angst

a/n: angst is fun to write.

The house was eerily quiet. A kind of quiet that weighed heavily on the walls, the furniture, and the air itself. Seven-year-old Akio sat on the living room floor, surrounded by his younger siblings—Hana, barely five, and little Kaito, who had just turned three. The flickering light of the television cast a dim glow across their faces, but the animated characters on screen couldn't compete with the storm brewing in Akio’s chest.

He knew.

It had been a week since the call. A week since their uncle—Kunikida-san—had sat Akio down and told him the truth. Their parents weren’t coming back. Not from work. Not from a mission. Not from anywhere.

“Your mom and dad… they loved you very much,” Kunikida had said, his voice trembling as if he’d rehearsed those words a thousand times. “And they always will. But they… they can’t be with you anymore. They’re in a better place now.”

Akio hadn’t cried. Not then. Not when Kunikida pulled him into a hug. Not when he handed him the worn leather journal that had belonged to his father, Osamu Dazai. Akio had flipped through the pages that night, seeing scribbles, sketches, and lines of poetry that barely made sense to him. It smelled like his dad—a mix of cigarettes, faint cologne and heavy floral.

Now, Akio sat in the same spot his father used to sit in, his small hands gripping the edges of the journal tightly. He glanced at his siblings. Hana was sprawled on the couch, her tiny hands clutching a stuffed rabbit that their mom had sewn for her birthday. Kaito was curled up beside her, his thumb in his mouth, blissfully unaware of the weight crushing their world.

They didn’t know. Kunikida had said it was better that way, for now.

“They’re still too little to understand,” he’d told Akio. “But you… you’re strong, Akio. You can handle this.”

Strong. The word felt hollow. How could he be strong when every part of him wanted to crumble? How could he explain to Hana and Kaito that the warmth they’d felt in their parents’ hugs would never return?

“Akio,” Hana called, her voice breaking through his thoughts. “When are Mama and Papa coming back? I wanna show Mama my drawing.” She held up a crayon sketch of a family—a smiling mom, a dad with messy brown hair, and three children holding hands.

Akio’s throat tightened. He wanted to tell her the truth, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he forced a smile that felt wrong on his face.

“Soon,” he lied. “Maybe tomorrow.”

Hana beamed, satisfied with the answer, and went back to her drawing. Akio’s heart shattered a little more.

Later that night, after Kunikida had tucked the younger two into bed and left for his own home, Akio sat by the window, staring at the moon. He clutched his father’s journal to his chest and whispered into the darkness.

“Papa… Mama… why did you leave us?” His voice cracked, and tears he’d been holding back finally spilled over. “I don’t know what to do. I… I can’t do this without you.”

In the silence, he thought he could hear his mother’s gentle laughter, his father’s teasing remarks. But they were only memories now, fleeting and intangible.

Akio opened the journal, flipping to a random page. His father’s handwriting sprawled across it, messy yet deliberate:

"This I want to believe implicitly: Man was born for love."

(yes it's from the irl dazai, setting sun)

Akio’s tears fell onto the page, smudging the ink. He hugged the journal tighter and closed his eyes, imagining his parents beside him, their arms around him, their love wrapping him in a cocoon of safety.

“I’ll take care of them,” he whispered. “I promise.”

The moonlight streamed through the window, and for a brief moment, Akio thought he felt a familiar warmth on his shoulder—a touch as fleeting as the life his parents had left behind, but as enduring as the love they’d given him.

[sqoa]

toji zenin, who has only stayed with the zenin clan because he just can’t give up the sweet pussy of his personal servant—you.

because you don’t adhere to the strict rules given to the servants. and you can’t bring yourself to care about them either.

because why should you wake toji up by parting his window shutters and letting the sun stir him awake, when you could rouse him from sleep with your lips wrapped around his cock instead? you’re sure he prefers waking to the warmth of your throat, delicate eyes looking up at him through your lashes as you take his length to the base.

his hand, even in his half-asleep state, reaching down to push you even further on his cock until he can feel the back of your throat and your nose is tickled by his dark pubes. because there’s no better alarm sound than that of you gagging on his cock as you swallow the load he gifts you.

and how could he bring himself to leave when he has you at his beck and call at all times? all he has to do is shoot you a look from across the room and you’re ducking out to meet him in a quiet corridor or empty room so he can hike up your robes and drop to his knees to return the mornings favour. sure, he’s a selfish man, but he’s greedy and indulgent when it comes to tasting you.

you always try to be quiet when cumming on his tongue but you never succeed, and toji loves it. he loves knowing the assholes in his clan hear it every time he sinks into you, because you’re moaning his name so pretty that any lesser man would cum as soon as you tighten around his pulsing cock. he loves knowing every time you serve him in their presence they’re only imagining the way you serve him with your cunt behind closed doors.

god, he doesn’t even care to close the door half the time. too many times has a clan elder walked in to see you, pressed up against the wall as toji fucks you from behind with fast strokes and drawling groans. and he never stops, never slows down or even bothers to care about an unwelcome audience—because you never care. you serve him, not them, and if worrying about prying eyes takes from your duties—you’d rather take his affections in stride.

because you are his in every aspect of the word. you serve him hand and foot, you take his cock into your mouth each morning, you let him fuck you full of his cum each evening, you turn his scowl into a gentle smile with each kiss you lay upon his lips. your heart is his, and his yours.

and one morning before the sun has risen to find toji in the servants chambers, his lips patched around your clit and two fingers already pumping into you. he plays the servant, and wakes you for once. you cum not once, but twice around his fingers, back arching as pleasure washes you clean. and as he pulls away with a glistening lower half of his face and presses the most gentle kiss to your inner thigh, he whispers something that changes the course of your life entirely.

“let’s get the fuck outta here, whaddya’ think, dollface?”

[d1stalker]

A Peaceful Repose [Logan Howlett]

Summary: After some time away on a mission, Logan comes home, and all he wants to do is be around you

Warnings: clingy logan, showering together, sooo much fluff WC: 1.6k - MASTERLIST

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The door of your apartment slowly creaks open, followed by the sound of a familiar, heavy tread against the wooden floor. Your heart skips a beat, in both relief and excitement—Logan’s back. 

But as he steps into the room, the sight of him makes you pause. He looks every bit as exhausted as you imagined, but it’s more than that. His clothes are torn and stained with dirt and dried blood, and a faint, musty smell of sweat and grime clings to him. His normally fierce gaze is dulled with fatigue, and the well-kept scruff on his face has grown wilder, more unkempt.

Your nose wrinkles slightly as you take in the full picture. “Logan…” you start, hesitating as he drops his bag on the floor with a loud thud. He catches your expression, and despite everything, he smirks, though it’s softer than usual, his eyes gleaming as they meet yours.

“Missed you,” he murmurs, his voice gravelly and rough, but filled with a warmth that makes your heart swell.

“I missed you too,” you reply, stepping forward to close the distance between you. He reaches out, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close despite the state he’s in. The embrace is tight, almost desperate, and you feel the stiffness in his muscles, the way his body seems to sag against yours, as if holding you is the only thing keeping him upright. And as much as you want to melt into him, as much as you want to rest your head on his shoulder and breathe in his scent, the feel of the grit against your skin pulls you back.

“Logan, you need a shower.” Your voice gently chides as you lean back to look up at him, your hands smoothing over his chest before you brush a lock of hair away from his forehead, your fingers grazing the sweat-dampened strands.

He lets out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest as he holds you, the warmth of his breath fanning across your cheek. “I just wanna hold you,” he grumbles, his face nuzzling into your hair.

You tilt your head back a bit, giving him a fond, but pointed look. “Not like this, you don’t,” you tease, pressing a kiss to his cheek before wrinkling your nose again. “Seriously, babe, you stink.”

His mouth quirks into a tired, yet genuine smile, a rare sight that always makes your heart flutter. “Can’t blame a guy for trying,” he mutters, his eyes softening as he looks down at you.

“Go on,” you urge, giving him a gentle nudge toward the washroom. 

But Logan doesn’t move right away. Instead, he gives you a look, one that’s almost boyish in its vulnerability. “Can you come with me?” he asks, almost begging. “I’ve missed you… a lot.”

The sincerity in his tone, the way his eyes seem to plead with you, makes it impossible to refuse. You sigh, pretending to be more exasperated than you are, but the truth is, you’ve missed him just as much. “Alright, alright,” you relent, rolling your eyes playfully. “We’ll get cleaned up.”

A hint of relief washes over his features as he takes your hand, his rough fingers intertwining with yours as you lead him toward the bathroom. Once inside, you turn on the shower, adjusting the temperature until the steam begins to rise around you.

You turn to face him, your hands resting on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat under your palms. “Let’s get you out of these clothes,” you say softly, reaching for the hem of his shirt. 

His hands cover yours, guiding them as he helps you pull the fabric over his head, his gaze never leaving your face. You can’t help but notice the remnants of bruises and cuts scattered across his body, and your heart aches to see him like this, knowing the toll the mission must have taken on him.

When he’s finally undressed, you shed your clothes quickly and step into the shower. Logan wraps his arms around your waist as he presses his forehead against yours, eyes closing as he takes in the moment.

The warm water cascades over both of you, and you can feel the rise and fall of his chest, each breath syncing with your own. There’s a stillness between you, a moment suspended in time where nothing else exists but the two of you.

“God, I missed this,” he murmurs affectionately, gazing down at you with a quiet longing. 

“Me too,” you echo your voice barely above a whisper as if speaking too loudly might break the fragile intimacy of the moment. You reach for the soap, lathering it between your hands, the bubbles forming quickly as the scent of fresh citrus fills the air.

Logan watches you with an almost reverent expression as you begin to work the soap across his chest, your fingers tracing the hard lines of his muscles. His skin, though scarred and battered, is warm beneath your touch, the tension slowly melting away under the soothing rhythm of your hands.

He lets out a low, contented hum as you wash him, his eyes slipping closed as he leans into your touch. “That feels good,” he breathes, the words rumbling through his chest. 

You smile quietly, taking your time as you work your way across his torso, roaming every inch of him. When you reach his shoulders, you pause, stepping a little closer so you can run your hands up the back of his neck and into his hair, your fingers gently massaging his scalp.

The sound he lets out is almost a groan, and you can feel his body relax even further as your fingers work through the tangles in his hair. You can’t help but lean in, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. It’s a lazy, unhurried gesture, one that speaks of comfort, and Logan responds immediately, turning his head slightly to capture your lips.

The kiss is slow, achingly slow, devoid of the usual urgency or passion, but instead filled with something deeper—love, trust, and a profound sense of belonging. His lips are warm and soft against yours, and you find yourself sighing at the familiar taste of him.

When you finally pull back, your breath mingles with his, and he opens his eyes to meet yours. He doesn’t say anything, but his hands slide from your waist up to your back, pulling you so close into his orbit that there’s no space left between you. He holds you like this, his chin resting on the top of your head as the water continues to pour over both of you. It’s not about desire, but rather a need to feel you close, to reassure himself that you’re here, safe and sound in his arms.

You continue to wash him, your hands moving slowly and gently over his body, lathering his hair with care as the water rinses away the grime of the mission. Every so often, Logan presses a soft kiss to your forehead or the top of your head, small gestures of affection that make your heart ache with how much you love him.

As you wash the soap from his hair, you reach up to run your fingers through it one last time, making sure it’s clean. You notice his eyes are half-closed as his head begins to droop down toward your shoulder.

“You’re going to fall asleep standing up,” you tease gently, running your hands down his chest before stepping back to grab the showerhead, directing the water over his shoulders and back.

“Can’t help it,” he murmurs thickly with drowsiness. “You’ve got magic hands.”

After you’ve both rinsed off, you turn off the shower and reach for a towel, wrapping it around yourself before grabbing one for Logan. He takes it from you with a small, grateful smile, quickly drying off before he wraps the towel around his waist. But before you can do the same, he brings you into his arms again, his damp skin cool against yours as he holds you close.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, his voice low and soft as he leads you towards the bed. He pulls back the covers, and the two of you climb in, still damp from the shower. Logan pulls you close, his strong arms encircling you as he pushes his face into the crook of your neck.

The scent of fresh soap and clean skin fills the air, and you can feel the last bits of tension leaving his body as he settles into the bed, his breathing evening out as the warmth of your embrace soothes him.

“You’re warm,” he mumbles.

“So are you,” you respond, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Your fingers trace soothing circles on his back, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

Logan hums in satisfaction, his arms tightening around you as he presses closer. 

“You’re my everything,” he whispers.

You turn in his arms so you can face him, your hand resting against his chest. “And you’re mine,” you whisper back, your thumb brushing over his heart in a slow, soothing motion. 

In the quiet of the room, the only sound is the steady rhythm of Logan’s breathing and the faint thump of his heartbeat beneath your hand. You feel completely safe, completely loved, wrapped up in his arms, and you know that he feels the same. 

Drifting off to sleep, the last thing you hear is his voice, low and filled with affection. “Don’t ever leave me,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your forehead.

“Never,” you assure. “I’ll always be here.”

Logan lets out a deep, contented sigh, pressing a final kiss to your temple. And as the warmth of his embrace lulls you into sleep, you can’t help but think about how you were always meant to be here, by his side.

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[s0dium]

Obsession

Warning: Love drunk men, fingering, titty sucking, nipple play, unprotected sex, love drunk reader

~

Love courses through your veins. He’s all you can think about.

You wonder if it's normal to be this enamored with someone, to be this hopelessly head over heels infatuated and obsessed. You can't even focus on what needs to be done anymore because he's absorbed your entire being; he's in your head when you wake up, a gentle whisper in the back of your mind during conversations, a constant in your dreams, day or night.

But it's a doomed one-sided crush you remind yourself. You're not even sure if he knows you exist and in quieter moments, you wonder if perhaps it’s better this way. Loving from a distance means you never have to face the potential heartbreak of rejection, never have to see that polite smile of someone who doesn’t return your feelings. It's safer, you tell yourself, to admire him from afar, keeping your heart guarded behind the shield of daydreams and what-ifs.

So surely, right now in this moment, you must be dreaming.

It feels too vivid, too intense to be just a figment of your imagination. The warmth of his breath against your cheek, the weight of his bare body pressing gently down on yours, the softness of his lips moving against your own with an insatiable hunger—it all feels astonishingly real.

Because it is.

You don't know how but now you're naked underneath him, letting him touch, grope, suck, kiss, nip, and bite anything his hands and mouth can find. He doesn't let up either, he's exploring your body like a starved man, like he'll never get a chance to touch you ever again and wont pull away until he's had his fill.

You gasp when you feel his fingers between your legs, tracing your inner thigh before gliding between your pussy lips. Instinctively, you jerk back at the feeling; his fingers collecting your arousal and sliding up and down. But before you can speak, he kisses you again, his tongue eagerly intertwining with yours. When he finally pulls away, leaving you breathless, a thin strand of saliva connects your mouths.

"Just let me take care of you okay?" He hums before dipping two fingers into your tight hole. "Just been waiting so long to do this."

You don't even have time to react before he's curling his digits and massaging a sweet spot you could only dream about hitting on your own. His other hand gropes your left breast and with his index and thumb, begins to play with your perky nipples. As if that wasn't enough, his mouth found your other breast and gave it the same attention, licking sucking, and rolling your nipple like it was candy.

Colors dance across your closed eyelids and you wonder if this is heaven, if you've died and reached nirvana because the pleasure is just that good. You dont know if you can handle this, handle the fact that he's sucking and playing with your nipples while finger fucking you. Your toes curl and uncurl from the hot searing euphoria that is absorbing your body and emitting from your core. Your back arches off the bed and your crying his name, moaning it even, something you only dreamed about doing late at night when you craved him.

Suddenly, his mouth releases your nipple with a pop and he ceases all of his ministrations, leaving you breathless and confused.

"Fuck, I-" He's breathless himself, his face flushed and pupils blown. "Need to be inside you, need to feel you." He practically groans, and you thickly gulp at his words. Your brain goes fuzzy and you dizzily watch him pull down his boxers, the length slapping against his abdomen after being released from its confines.

He watches you lay down on the bed, breasts and cunt glistening from juices. You dont know this but he actually thinks he is dreaming. You look like a painting right now and he has to bite his lip to stop himself from spilling just at the sight of you.

"Please," You whine, "Please fuck me."

Who is he to deny you?

Without a word he presses his tip against your entrance and slides into you, grunting at the snug fit of your walls. You let out a loud moan from the feeling of him filling you so so perfectly, so well you mentally curse yourself for thinking a dildo or your fingers could ever do the job.

Then with a moan of his own, he slides out of you, nearly leaving you empty, before rocking himself back into you. Oh, how he wanted to fuck you slow and nice, like you deserved, but as the seconds passed, his resolve seep away until he just couldn't possibly hold back anymore.

His thrusts become faster, quicker, slamming in and out of you with such vigor and ease due to your combined juices coating and dripping from both his length and your hole. The friction is delicious, and his tip seems to hit your g-spot perfectly with each thrust. He even grabs the underside of your thigh and pushes them against you, effectively folding you and half and allowing him to go even deeper inside you.

You could feel your rational slipping away as he groaned about how fucking good you felt, about how good you where taking him, how he had been dreaming about this. You want to say something too, say something about how you feel the same way, but the only thing that comes out of your mouth right now is wanton moans of his name.

The pleasure was becoming too much, it had been slowly building and building and you know your about to break any second, burst with such euphoria you don't know if you will ever come back from the high. Before you do though, your brain manages to work again for half a millisecond to express the exact words you are feeling.

"Love you! M'love you so much!" You gasped before letting yourself succumb to the mind-numbing orgasm that was waiting for you. Your whole body shook and quaked from the pleasure and your mind went white. You thought you might cry, from happiness or pleasure you did not know. But you didn't. You simply went limp while you let him use your body like a sex doll.

You are barely clinging onto consciousness when you feel his hips stutter against you and he scoops you up, holding you close while he cums inside you.

"Love you too, love you too." He groans against your ear.

Any character you want ;)

[chuluoyi]

Baby gojo and daddy gojo not wanting to share mama gojo😭✋i-

࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 06:20 P.M 」

aww this is so cute of course this is the first i worked on after getting back from my weekend break <3 and actually i have this one similar ask too so i combined yours with theirs! here's some cute blinking gojo in phantom parade and okay now let us have some crack and make gojo suffer

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

“bwah!” a nudge.

“myah!” a shove.

and then—

“waaa!” a… slap (?) on the cheek.

“huh?” satoru winced, touching where the baby’s palm just connected with his face, blinking rapidly. so he wasn’t imagining things. this really was happening in front of his eyes.

and it was the baby—his baby.

your giggles filled the air in response.

“hey, you,” satoru took on a very stern look and an exaggerated frown, glaring at his own son. the baby merely babbled at him innocently, blinking his wide crystal blue eyes that mirrored his. “bad, bad minion. this is a very serious issue. you shouldn’t do that, you hear?”

the serious issue being each time he tried to lean closer to steal a kiss from you, your son always found a way to repel him away with his tiny hands.

you snorted at his righteous tone. “he’s just protecting me. even your kid knows you’re a danger.”

a gasp left your husband’s shiny lips, mockingly in disbelief. “me? a danger? i make your life a heaven on earth!”

“heav—pfft—”

“i give you love, food, my body—” he emphasized, pointing at himself for a dramatic effect, and you threw your head back, dissolving into a fit of laughter even more, “—heck, i even give you this naughty baby!”

“wha—no! that’s team effort!”

“still! and now he is staging an uprising against me?” satoru cheekily eyed his child, who was now clutching the fabric of your blouse, tiny fingers playing with the shiny diamonds of your necklace—a gift from satoru too, actually.

“look at him go,” he grumbled, his eyes following each little movement his son made, then dramatically yelped when the boy pawed at your breasts. “hey! no touching! those are mine!”

“please.” you almost choked on your laugh. your silly husband always had a way to make things sound funnier than they actually were, and that was what made you fall in love with him more each day, really. “the milk is his!”

“he can have the cow’s! and more importantly, it’s thanks to me that you’re so milky—”

“satoru! you’re so uncouth i can’t—!”

“see? you’re laughing so much! this proves enough that i make you happy every day!”

later that night, after you put your baby to sleep in his crib, satoru gently poked his cheek, his expression tender despite his pursed lips. “he is out like a light…”

satoru might whine a lot, but ultimately, you couldn’t miss the look of adoration and fondness that made him the father of your child. even without saying it out loud, you knew that he would willingly put everything aside and sacrifice anything—first of all, himself—if it was meant for his dearest, most precious treasure.

knowing he'd do the same for you only served to melt your heart even more. and you felt full—so full, in fact, with warmth and love and anything that was soft.

you really do love him, don’t you?

“look at him, he’s like a shrimp,” your husband pointed out, still gazing at his baby in wonder as he kept poking and prodding at the chonky rolls of his little arms, and you thought, nothing could have been more precious than this.

“satoru.”

“yeah?” he turned instantly at the sound of his name, but before he could react further—

you stood on your tiptoes and planted a swift smooch on his cheek, putting the overflowing love you held for him in it. “mwah!”

“…?!”

for the next three seconds, satoru malfunctioned. the brush of your sweet lips on his cheek was so innocent that he was rendered speechless. heat steadily gathered on his face, turning him pink despite himself.

“you…” he groaned, collecting himself, a dopey smile was quickly plastered on his face to cover up his setback as you burst into hearty laughter. “now you’ve started it…” and then he latched on you with a glint of a joker, launching a full-blown tickle attack.

“a—ah! why?! satoru! ahahahaha!”

. . .

safe to say, your wheezes effectively awoke your son from his slumber, and as a bit of payback, you left satoru in the dust to deal with the crying baby, both of them whimpering in unison since he had absolutely no clue how to comfort the little one.

[yuujispinkhair]

Boxer!Sukuna Part 2 - Becoming a Dad

I got this lovely ask about how Boxer!Sukuna would react if Reader got pregnant, and I wanted to write a little something for it. Thank you so much for sending me that.

You can read Part 1 of my Boxer!Sukuna headcanons here

Pairing: Boxer!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: 18+, fluff + mentions of smut. Pregnancy, mentions of boxing injuries, modern AU. Sukuna + Reader are engaged. You can read Part 1 for more general headcanons about Boxer!Sukuna, and his and Reader's relationship. But you don't need Part 1 to understand Part 2. Minors don't interact. Divider @/benkeibear

++ Boxer!Sukuna feels as if one of his opponents punched him in the guts when you place the positive pregnancy test in his lap and look at him with big, worried eyes. He catches himself quickly, though, when he sees how anxious you are, and pulls you on his lap, and wraps you in his strong arms. One large hand cups your head and cradles it against Sukuna's broad chest. "Hey, princess. It's ok. You hear me, sweetheart? Everything is fine."

++ Boxer!Sukuna sure as hell won't let you be scared. He is man enough to comfort you when you need it, even though he is probably just as nervous as you are. If you listen closely, you can hear how fast his heart is beating, but Sukuna makes sure to distract you from that by pressing his lips against your temple and murmuring reassurance to you, followed by little kisses.

++ Boxer!Sukuna never thought he would have kids. But he also never thought he would find love. But you changed him. You taught him love. So he thinks that you can also teach him how to be a dad. And the thought of having a baby with you fills him with such warmth and pride that he just knows he wants this and will make it work.

++ Boxer!Sukuna's low voice is as sure and confident as ever when he tells you, "Take your time to decide what you want. I will be with you on every path you choose. I love you. I'm your man, always. I couldn't imagine having a screaming little brat with anyone else. But with you? Yeah, absolutely. And if you make me a daddy, then I will make damn sure to be a good one. I want to have that baby with you."

++ Boxer!Sukuna can't help but smile when you press your face into his defined pecs and tell him that you are scared but that you want to have a baby with him, too.

++ Boxer!Sukuna is already your fiancé anyway, but if he hadn't already asked you to marry him, he would have done so right now after finding out you carry his baby under your heart.

++ Boxer!Sukuna places a large hand on your belly, his long fingers sprawling gently over it. It's astounding that a strong, rough man like him can touch someone this tenderly. It surprises him, too, and he laughs softly, already knowing he will be such a menace during your pregnancy. Super protective and always taking the best care of his soon-to-be wife and mommy of his little brat.

++ Boxer!Sukuna catches himself being more careful in the ring as your pregnancy progresses. He used to let his opponents land a few hard punches to rile him up and give the crowd a good show. But now he doesn't want to risk an injury. He is going to be a dad soon. He will have such a big responsibility. He cannot afford to get injured and land himself in the hospital for several weeks, or worse, have a lifelong injury that keeps him from being the husband and father he wants to be.

++ Boxer!Sukuna changes his tactic, dropping the playful show and instead ending his fights earlier with merciless, hard punches, which are aimed precisely. The fans are still cheering like crazy and happy about the show he gives them when Sukuna wins every fight with a knockout.

++ Boxer!Sukuna feels even more motivated now that you are having his baby. He wants to win the championship and that new advertising deal with that big clothing line. The one he has turned down for years because he thought it was stupid. But now he will say yes because he wants to get more money so he can assure his beautiful wife and baby will always have a good life and never have to worry about money at all.

++ Boxer!Sukuna is a busy man with all the long hours he has to invest in training and in the preparation for his fights. But he always tells his personal assistant, Uraume, to make time in his busy schedule for your doctor appointments during the pregnancy. He wants to be by your side. Wants to drive you there and make sure you get there safely. He wants to hold your hand while the two of you look at the ultrasound of your tiny baby, letting you know that Sukuna will keep his word.

++ Boxer!Sukuna has always been a very caring boyfriend/fiancé, and now he is an even more caring husband and soon-to-be daddy. Seeing you with your big baby bump makes him want to wrap you in his strong arms at all times, ensuring you are safe and taken care of.

++ Boxer!Sukuna loves bonding with you and your baby that’s growing inside you. You laugh and tease him for being so clingy, but he knows you love it. Sukuna loves showering with you, standing behind you, so much taller than you, letting you lean against his strong body while he wraps his arms around you, holding you safely in his embrace, making sure you won't slip. His large hands sprawl over your swollen belly while his lips trail kisses from your neck to your shoulders, and he grins anytime he feels his little baby kick strongly against mommy's belly and daddy's hand.

++ Boxer!Sukuna is extremely protective of you and his little daughter once she is born. No pictures are allowed. The paparazzi don't even dare come to your street. They try it once when you get out of the hospital with your newborn baby, but Sukuna scares them off by punching one of them. He has a mad grin on his tattooed face, sneering at that guy and telling him, "If you or any of your colleagues come near my wife or child, I will do the same thing again, but this time I'll make sure to knock out some of your teeth."

++ Boxer!Sukuna has won so many fights, so many titles and yet nothing touched him like holding his little girl in his strong, tattooed arms, gently swaying her from side to side at 3 am, after Sukuna rolled over in bed and kissed your naked shoulder, telling you to get some more sleep, "I will take care of the little princess." And now he is gazing down at this tiny little baby. His and your baby. And somehow, his vision is so blurry, and his eyes feel so weirdly moist.

++ Boxer!Sukuna smiles, a real smile, as he blinks the tears that almost welled up away and tells his little daughter, "You are the most perfect baby ever, little one. Not like all those ugly brats I see everywhere." He laughs to himself, low and raspy, just when you come out of the bedroom, rolling your eyes as you walk up to him with a matching laugh falling from your lips. You get on your tiptoes to kiss the tattoos on Sukuna's cheek and tell him he is the worst, with a voice full of love, and Sukuna thinks he is the luckiest guy ever.

++ Boxer!Sukuna wraps one strong arm around you and pulls you against his tall, muscular body, hugging you gently while he carries your little baby in his other arm. Holding both of his girls, grinning because he knows this here is the best thing he ever had. Better than any title he has ever won and will ever win.

++ Boxer!Sukuna still needs you to kiss his boxing gloves before each fight. But now he also added a new ritual. Brushing over the soft hair of his little daughter with his boxing gloves before he leans down to press a kiss on her little forehead and tell her, "Daddy will win this fight. For you and mommy."

++ Boxer!Sukuna is mature enough to know that a boxing arena isn't the right place for a baby, so he would never ask you to sit in your usual spot but rather have you backstage, cuddling your daughter while you watch his fight on the screen without all the loud noises and the riled up atmosphere. But on the evenings, when you have a babysitter and you can sit in front of the boxing ring, Sukuna fights extra well, spurred on by the knowledge that you are there. Just like he fucks you extra good in his private locker room afterward, taking you hard and rough against the wall, loving that he and you can be as loud as you want here, making sure you squeal his name over and over again like a prayer.

++ Boxer!Sukuna still takes you on dinner dates on those nights when you have someone who looks after your daughter. Because he wants the two of you to always stay lovers, too, and not just mommy and daddy. He makes sure to savor those dates thoroughly, flirting with you, leaning across the table to kiss you and whisper dirty things in your ear, or complimenting you on how beautiful you look. He makes sure to not just fuck you all riled up after a fight but also make sweet slow love to you, telling you to look deeply into his maroon eyes as he rolls his hips against yours and lets you feel every inch of his long and thick cock.

++ Boxer!Sukuna is very passionate about his boxing career, but his little family always comes first. When you are sick, he cancels a big fight just so he can stay home and look after you and your daughter, and somehow, it makes him become even more popular because suddenly, the big, bad boxing champion seems a lot more human to everyone.

++ Boxer!Sukuna is adamant about teaching his little girl how to fight, just like her daddy. She gets her first boxing gloves on her third birthday. Pink ones with Hello Kitty on them, and Sukuna proudly shows her how to punch the little punching bag he bought for her and installed in the living room.

++ Boxer!Sukuna never wants his daughter to actually follow in his footsteps and become a boxer because he knows he won't be able to stand in front of the ring and watch his little princess get hit. But he is so proud of her when she punches her little punching bag.

++ Boxer!Sukuna tells his little girl to fight him, grinning his boyish grin as he circles around the living room doing a "boxing match" against his little one. He lets her land several punches on his abs, and Sukuna groans dramatically and sinks to his knees before he lets himself fall onto his side and lie there, holding back his laughter while you count to ten and declare your giggling daughter the winner.

++ Boxer!Sukuna is such a successful and feared boxer, always living up to his stage name, The King of Curses. So strong and intelligent, seemingly unbeatable. But the two of you are his big weakness. You brought Sukuna to his knees, and he loves every second of it.

Boxer!Sukuna never thought he would be a dad, but now that he is one, he can't even imagine how life was before the three of you became a family. His little family will always be his safe haven. His retreat after all the exhausting time in the boxing ring and in front of all those flashing cameras. This here is truly all he needs. His two girls. The two loves of his life. No matter how many titles Sukuna wins, the titles he will always be the most proud of are husband and daddy.

IT WAS SO NICE AND COMFORTING TO WRITE THIS 💗💗 He makes me so lovesick!! What a man!!

I hope this little story could give you comfort, too. Comments and reblogs would be very sweet 💗

[mickyschumacher]

[BREAKFAST IN BED!]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: the racing season is finally over and lando is more than excited to have you all to himself. or in which lando prefers his breakfast in bed with you as the main course.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ (minor dni), breastplay, grinding(?), teasing, oral sex/eating out/cunnilingus, fingering, pure moments of fluff because bf!lando is the sweetest, discussion of lando mentally struggling at the start

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: bf!lando norris x fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2k+

𝐀/𝐍: i promised a post before the end of the year and it happens to coincide with a holiday of giving ;) merry christmas and happy hanukkah to those who celebrate it! and happy new year! // as usual poorly proof-read ♡︎ (sorry if it's shitty, i haven't written a full-piece in a while)

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

The season was over. Finally.

Not to be offensive or anything but you had been waiting for this moment for what, this year, felt like forever.

Yes, it was action packed–largely due to the fact that a certain RedBull wasn't winning every race. Yes, McLaren had whipped up the fastest car on the grid to shake things up. And yes, the same team had clinched their ninth World Constructor's Championship.

And while that made you absolutely over the moon, all you had wanted was for some peace and quiet on a random Wednesday morning so you could (maybe creepily) ogle your handsome boyfriend.

Was that too much to ask for?

It had been a tough season for Lando and naturally, as you promised from the very start of your friendship alone–that you would stick by his side no matter what–you had also been through the thick of it.

Convincing Lando to not look at the comments after every session or race had been difficult. You tried your best to remove any negativity that clouded his mind. Some days it worked and some days it didn't.

But that was life. And that was then.

Now you were wide awake at some odd time in the morning, laying comfortably on your stomach with your head turned towards Lando. There was about one degree of separation between the both of you, allowing you to carefully observe him.

Lando was never an early bird. If he was, it would be by some miracle or your upper arm strength pulling him from the sheets. A small smile crept onto your face. You had been friends for years now and together for even shorter. Yet you still couldn't believe that the sleepy bird next to you was yours entirely.

His dark tousled and recently cut curls, the stress lines on his forehead you were always aching to smooth out and comfort with the pad of your thumb, his "perfectly normal sized ears" that you definitely never made fun of, his lovely lashes you were jealous of, and the soft pink lips you couldn't decide whether to touch or kiss.... all yours.

Behind all the stupidity, humour, and claimed 'indifference' Lando sported on camera and with others, you always knew his heart. It was open for everyone and had more than enough love to go around. You were in love with the biggest sap you had ever known.

And on top of all of that, he made it out of that car to you... alive... every goddamn time.

You were luckier than you could ever imagine.

"How long are you going to stare at me, love?" Lando's voice queried, thick with the rasp of the morning and the events of last night.

You slightly widened your eyes, watching him open those beautiful baby blues and land on you. An flustered flush of heat wavered up your skin. You bit your lip before slipping beneath the covers, feeling the warmth envelope your skin entirely. You started with a muttered curse.

"How long have you even been awake, Lan? That's so embarrassing," you chided with a muffled tone.

Unbeknownst to you, Lando couldn't help but grin at your sudden shy demeanour. It was hard for anyone to imagine you as shy but he had seen every side of you. How enjoyable it was that even after all these years, he could tease you and see how flustered you could get. If he had met you when you were kids, this is exactly how he imagined you'd be.

He stretched out his taut arm, grabbing you by the waist. His skin swarmed with heat as he felt your bare waist under your shirt as he pulled you over him. He moved your knees so you straddled him.

He pressed his lips to prevent a full blown smile at what he was seeing.

Your hair was fully covering your face, head down and hands hovering over to hide the tinges of pink and red on your skin.

"Baby... come on, love. Show me your face," Lando encouraged, nudging your hair lightly with the side of his finger. "Come on, baby."

You groaned, lifting your head, feeling all your tresses go back. You blankly stared at your boyfriend with burning cheeks. "I hate you," you mumbled, giving him a small glare.

Lando snorted, putting his hands firmly on your waist. His fingers edged up behind the hem of your shirt, rubbing small circles into your bare skin. "You love me. Someone who hates me wouldn't stare at me so lovingly."

"I–" You tried to open your mouth to retaliate but to no avail as you quickly came to the realisation that he was indeed correct. As Lando usually was with these things.

"Fine. You got me," you sighed admittedly, "I just missed waking up next to you in the morning. Is that such a horrible crime?" You dramatically asked, tease heavy in your voice.

In any other situation, Lando would've narrowed his eyes at your teasing but all he could do was gaze softly at you. You weren't able to travel with him all the time and he wasn't able to spend every day with you. You both knew that. And while it sucked, you had both gotten used to it, cherishing when you were together.

But this year... Lando had spent every living second wishing you were next to him. He wanted you to tell him your god awful jokes. To look at him from across the room and take his entire breath, mind, whatever, away. To drop the fake smiles and rest in your arms with all the time in the world.

"No," Lando whispered, warm eyes travelling over your face, trying to find anything new to memorise. Anything he had missed since seeing you. "That isn't a crime. If it was, I'd be guilty as charged."

Your breath hitched while a small shiver trickled down your body as Lando pushed back a lock of hair behind your ear. You chewed down on your lip before breaking into a smile gently. "I love you, Lando Norris. Forever," you murmured, placing a brief kiss onto his lips.

Lando stared at you hard, far more awake than he had ever been. He lifted his head slowly, holding you close to him. And without a second thought, he brought his lips to yours.

This kiss was different from the others you had shared. Perhaps it was the atmosphere or context that accounted for that different but the need, the love, the softness and the brutal passion was poured into every fibre of your being

Your hands curled around the back of his neck, pulling him tighter while your nose glided against his as Lando only just begun ravaging your mouth. He sucked on your lips with a small nibble here and there, relishing the muffled moans passing your lips.

His own hands continued to travel the path of your body he had committed to memory. He knew as he traversed your heated back exactly where the dark freckles he had come to love were.

Your soft moans became more audible and pleasing to Lando's ears as he curled his lips to your neck, leaving the sloppily yet controlled path of possessive kisses down base of your skin. He could feel your pulse against his skin and God, he wanted to burn it into his brain and save it.

"Lando," you gasped as you felt a sudden jerk underneath you, feeding into the pooling wetness between your thighs. Your teeth sunk into your pillowy bottom lip, your hips automatically responded by grinding down onto Lando's bulge.

"Ah, fuck," Lando cursed, feeling his cock throb in his underwear. His eyes fluttered shut, hands immediately returning to your hips to continue the stimulating pleasure.

You were driving him crazy.

Both of your skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat as you felt Lando's clothed cock rut into your poorly covered pussy. You rocked your hips harder into him, feeling a slight jolt against your clit. "Oh, fuck, Lando," you moaned his name in his ear, fingers curling into his skin.

Lando opened his eyes, drawing back to capture your face. Your dazed eyes, glowing skin, panting lips, the way your hips bowed towards him... he had missed you. So. Fucking. Much.

"I want breakfast," Lando blurted with a slight gasp as the pleasure rocked through his body.

You stopped moving your hips, body shuddering from the halt. You raised a brow at the sudden desire but shrugged it off considering you were way past breakfast hours and you were only human. "Okay," you responded, about to move off of Lando to head to the kitchen.

Lando reached over, hand pulling your body back towards him, rolling your body so he hovered over you between your legs. "Where are you going?" he tutted, "Breakfast is right here."

You seemed to lose the ability to speak with Lando's hand kneading the flesh of your thighs, implying exactly what he wanted. You breathlessly watched his head move over your body. His tongue lapped at your skin, travelling to any bare patch he could find as though he wanted to feast on you. His warmth made your core tingle as you arched into his touch.

You were positively going to lose your mind.

His hands slid under your shirt, burning your skin until he could fill his palms with your breasts. "Oh baby," Lando moaned, fingers teasing your soft mounds. "I love your tits so fucking much."

A choked cry broke through your lips upon hearing his confession, fingers brushing against your hardened nipple almost painfully slowly. No matter how many times he said it, it set you alight.

"Lando," you moaned loudly, hoping he could read and hear the sound that beckoned him towards your aching core.

He paused, allowing you to take in the heavenly sight of Lando's bare chest, decorated only by the necklace you had gotten him on his birthday last year. In turn, his gaze was only focused on your core.

You tested your lung capacity, taking in a sharp inhale as he pressed his knuckles against your panties, purposely pushing harder against on the ball of your clit. You faltered at the smile sprawling on his face, your hips jolting forward and mouth unable to contain a desperate yelp.

Lando was every inch as desperate as you were, taking no time to waste. His fingers hooked onto your panties and removed them in one swift motion, leaving you bare from the waist down.

Your stomach churned at the sight of Lando nestling his head into your inner thigh, his once light blue eyes now dark and heavy with desire as he inhaled the scent of you. The moan escaping his lips made you shiver.

You were sure you were dripping. You could feel the slick trail down your pussy, glistening in a patient wait to be touched just like you were.

Your eyes fell back to Lando who groaned your name. "I promise to God, I'm going to make you cum so hard that breakfast in bed will be the only option you have," he stated so surely against your skin as his fingers slid from the seam of your entrance to your clit, bundling all your wetness onto his hand.

Oh god.

"Lando, please," you begged shamelessly, legs aching to clench together to relieve the pain of being untouched.

Your legs trembled around Lando's head, his hot breath nearing your pussy while his mouth drew closer. You watched him take you in for the last time before his lips firmly sealed over your aching clit.

The burst of pleasure cut through your body so sharply. Your cry of joy echoed in the late morning, hips bucking against his mouth.

Lando's hands travelled to the outside of your thighs, grasp tightening to keep them spread open on his shoulders. "Keep them open, baby," he ground out.

It took everything in your power to keep your legs from collapsing, particularly as he made his point with another hard to suck to your clit, but you body seemed to follow his command. His mouth returned your wet folds, tongue swirling around every crevice before coming back to the most sensitive part of you, turning you into absolute mush.

Your hands had found their way to those mop of curls you cherished so much, legs trying to conform around Lando's shoulder to welcome any better angle of pleasure.

Your gasp at the sudden dismissal of his mouth was short lived, any chance to complain gone as his fingers pushed into your slick folds, stretching your clenching muscles out.

"Fuck yourself on those pretty little fingers for me, baby. I need you ready for me," Lando encouraged breathlessly as something feral inside of him emerged.

His fingers stroked your swollen walls from the inside, ensuring you felt every inch of them along the sensitive front wall of your pussy while his tongue glazed over every puffy slick fold like you were golden honey.

Lando watched in torture as he pushed his fingers in and out of your walls, your body jerking forward at the sheer pleasure. "That's it, baby," he continued to praise you.

"Doing so well for me, hmm?" He asked, a gleam of your wetness coating his lips. Moving his free hand down your thigh, he gathered your flesh in his fingers before reaching the small bundle of nerves, thumb going in small firm circles.

You were beginning to feel numb. A cold yet hot tightness coiling within your core, waiting to be unleashed. "Lando," you gasped, struggling to keep your head up, "fuck, I–I think I'm going to cum."

"Yes, baby," Lando coaxed, fingers speeding up with every action they had entailed, "Cum for me, please. Keep your eyes open. Look at me, love."

You fought the urge to squeeze your eyes shut, forcing your eyes to travel to those familiar baby blues. All the trillion nerves in your body felt like entangled knots tied by Lando's tongue while his fingers found the sweetest spot of your pussy and held to you that pinnacle.

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip while Lando held your gaze, tongue sliding, curving up, and pushing in and out of every crevice. Your pussy finally succumbed to the hard pressure, clenching muscles squeezing hard at the sharp pinch of pain.

The pain was explosive, searing, and all-consuming.

You cried.

You cried so loudly you were sure your neighbours would be complaining any minute now.

It didn't matter. Not when the pleasure shooting through you was disproportionately and literally blowing you out of this world as though it had been seated and waiting to be released since the dawn of time itself. Your hips bucked and stuttered while you squirmed and writhed against the bed, the fabric of your shirt sticking to your sweaty skin.

Lando's mouth had never left you through your orgasm, tongue still deep in your folds, savouring all the convulses, shudders, and clenches of your body.

Even better yet, he had watched every second of you falling apart.

And it absolutely drove him crazy.

Lando's hand rushed to catch your falling body, holding you up as a small wave of exhaustion crashed into you. You stared at Lando shiftless, still seeing the faint image of floating stars across his face.

Oh my god.

Lando had broken you with his tongue.

You watched Lando lick his fingers clean as you slowly removed your legs from his shoulders. You lifted your head, pressing a long kiss onto his lips.

Lando grinned, cradling his arms around your body as he pushed you both into the bed yet again. He pushed back your slightly greased hair, caressing your cheek gently. "You okay?"

His query made you feel soft all over. You smiled into his hands and nodded. "Perfect," you chirped, hands hanging over his neck.

"So... breakfast in bed?" Lando offered knowingly as he massaged your thighs gently. You were not walking to that kitchen.

You furrowed your brows. "What about my breakfast?"

Lando wanted to question you but as his eyes followed your gaze, the answer became as clear as the aching bulge underneath his boxers.

"Oh."

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[bookishdreamer28]

Height difference

Idk Mattheos actual height but let's imagine he's really tall here ✨ I hope you'll like it 👐

Mattheo is obsessed with the way his body is towering over yours. He has found himself thinking of how you'd perfectly fit in his arms many times and he can't help but feel his whole body getting hot at the very thought. From the very first moment Theodore introduced you to their group, he was instantly besotted. He was entirely mesmerized by you.

Every time you wanted to grab something that was out of your reach, he was standing closely behind you just to help you, but in reality all he wanted was to feel your small frame against his. And when you look up at him all puppy-eyed, with those eyes, he knew he was down bad already. And he knew he had fallen deeply for you.

He loved teasing you cause your reactions to his teasing were absolutely worthwhile. Seeing your flustered face was something he adored.

-

"How you're doing shorty?" He said in his baritone voice and it took everything in you not to punch the smugness off of his face.

"Stop calling me shorty" you tried look mad and scary with your angry expression but Mattheo wanted to just grab your face and kiss the shit out of you.

"Ok then how about...pixie-"

"NO!" You exclaimed and walked away from him, not being able to stay any longer around his presence but one thing you didn't notice, was Mattheo laughing quietly behind you because he found your walk absolutely adorable.

-

When he gets to hug you, that's when he feels like his heart will burst out. It's the way you snuggle your head in his chest, the way your arms are wrapped around his waist, and the warmth that instantly engulfing him when he feels your heart beating against him. Everything about this feeling is perfect. You just fitted perfectly.

-

His most fave thing about your height difference, is when you tip toe every time you want to kiss him. He's just standing there, the corner of his lips curving upwards displaying a cheeky smile on his face as he watches you struggling while you're trying to give him a kiss.

"You know you can lean down a bit right? I can't do all the work here" you frowned as you looked up at him. He pinched you cheek softly and traced his thumb in soft circles there.

"Yeah but you have no idea how adorable you l- ouch!" You slapped his hand.

"Now, don't make me bend your head down here by force"

"I would gladly let you love" he chuckled and you smirked as you placed your forehead on your palm, sighing.

"Enough with the teasing Riddle, now kiss me" you looked up again, waiting for his lips to finally crush on yours. He felt his heart pounding like crazy against his chest.

He laughed and instead of leaning his head down, he crouched down and scooped you up into his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist and he placed one hand under your thigh and the other around your waist. Kissing you was earth-shattering. The fieeling of your soft lips locking with his, was something he has been craving for so long.

Once you pulled away, you expected him to put you down but he still held you tight against him.

"Will you put me down now?" You tried to fight back a smile as you felt his hold becoming a bit tighter, his locked on you the whole time.

"Nope, I love having you like this love" he murmured against your lips and you giggled as you once again captured your lips together in a kiss which caused your eyes to flutter close and enjoy the feeling.

Thank you for reading!!

[pseudowho]

The Wristwatch

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You had not known you were Nanami Kento's girl, until the Wristwatch Incident.

In truth, your affection had been brewing so slowly, you had not known if you were imagining it.

You had not realised you were in love with Kento, until he leaned in close, and you smelled the smoky, wood-rich warmth of him. Until you found yourself nursing stomach-dropping disappointment, if your phone pinged and it wasn't him. Until you woke up in cold sweats, the memory of the dream of his skin on yours so vivid that your heartbeat throbbed between your legs.

You couldn't accept it. It couldn't be love, when he did not love you back. And yet...that intoxicating dance continued, while your head dipped in denial...blinkered.

The extra coffee that would be slid over the desk to you, by a strong, gentle hand. The late night phonecalls, decompressing from the stress of your missions. The occasional dinner in each others' company, because, well...we both need to eat? Why not eat together?

You were afraid to label it; afraid to lose the soft skirting intimacy that you had. Nanami Kento was a hard man to gauge; alternately sincere and distant, warm and cool, closely familiar and objectively analytical. He kept you at arms' length; close enough to brush fingertips, but far enough that you could run...if you wanted. And you never did.

You had gone shopping, together, one balmy spring afternoon. You both needed new clothes...so why not together? It makes sense, really. Nothing else in it, I'm sure. Just friends. He doesn't feel that way about me, anyway.

He had insisted upon Ginza Shopping Mall. You balked at the exquisitely-expensive-upmarketness of it, but you could never deny him, for fear of losing this time together. You had perused for new earrings, your belly clenching at the many zeroes on every pricetag. He had ambled over to another counter, just browsing, and there for quite some time.

"See anything you like?" That deep-roast voice broke you out of your reverie. You looked up, into twinkling hazel eyes, and blushed. Yes, you. One of you, Kento, please and thank you.

"No," you scoffed, turning your back on the jewellery, and walking towards the shop door, "too cheap for me. I couldn't possibly be seen wearing them."

Kento laughed, slipping a box into his pocket, and walking just close enough to send your brain into a spiral. You barely functioned through lunch. Kento remained, as ever, a gentleman.

As he drove you to your door, and you bid him a flustered goodnight, you felt that same big, warm hand on your arm, holding you back to him.

"Wait," Kento insisted, "I have...something. For you. Open it when you're home." He pressed a smooth, embossed box into your hands. You could not see what it was, under the glossy paper sleeve. You opened your mouth to chastise Kento, and he interrupted smoothly.

"It's your birthday soon. Consider it an early gift. You couldn't possibly refuse...?" One raised, fine eyebrow. That cool, impassive gaze. You pouted. Sneaky old goat.

"Alright. You win this time, Kento...but I'll get you back," you had promised. He had simply smiled indulgently, stepped out to open your door, and watched you until you were inside.

With trembling hands, you slid the smooth paper cover off the box, and your stomach somersaulted.

Tag Heuer.

"No...Kento-- you didn't," you hushed to yourself, rushing to open the box.

You fumbled an exquisite silver, blue-faced women's watch out of the box. It seemed, somehow, familiar. You couldn't possibly. You knew the pricetag on these. Even the packaging was too expensive for you.

With one hand over your mouth and a pounding little heart, you sent Kento a text with shaky hands;

Nanami Kento. Absolutely not. Take it back.

A few anxious minutes, pacing, looking at the watch resting on the table and gasping each time. Three small dot dot dots...dot dot dots...and a response.

Sorry. Lost the receipt. It will look good on you.

Squeaking and grinning to yourself, you tried the watch on. You took it off. You paced. You tried it on again. You fell back onto your bed, legs kicking, and hands over your face.

Every further refusal you send to Kento, was flatly ignored. He left you on read all night.

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The next day, at work, you couldn't help but notice the looks you were receiving. They weren't bad looks, certainly, more...surprise? Happy acceptance? Knowing smiles? Each person the same; glancing to your watch, eyebrows raising, and searching your face with a grin. You didn't understand it.

Over lunch, Shoko reached over to you, a coffee in her other hand, and tapped the new watch on your wrist.

"Couples' watches now, hmm?" She smirked. You frowned, questioning. Shoko scoffed at you, as if you were playing coy, when you didn't even know the rules of the game. Shoko's smile didn't falter once.

You confronted Kento later that afternoon, dragging him into a dusty narrow corridor, and holding the watch up to him with fighting eyes.

Kento's heart burst with pride, biting his lip with a sly smile, and taking your wristwatched hand in his own. He tipped your arm back and forth, admiring the watch on your wrist from all angles, with a lovesick sigh. You suddenly recalled, with flushed cheeks, where you had seen such a similar wristwatch before.

Kento watched your mental gymnastics with a slowly growing smile. You almost caught on fire as he raised your hand to his lips, pressing an adoring kiss to the back of your knuckles.

"Wondered how long you'd take to notice," Kento rumbled, eyed closed and nuzzling his nose against your fingers, "that you're my girl. And always have been."