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hii dollface, would u write smtg abt hotch being jealous?

like he's trying to hide it from making the team notices when he saw some officer flirting with r?

no pressure in writing, lovey. change it however u want or ignore it if u dont feel like writing it (i completely understands u 🤍)

my love this has lived in my brain so relentlessly <3 i hope you love it!!!! thank you for requesting!! wc: 1.7k

It is incredibly easy to like her.

She’s charismatic in a way that’s almost universally appealing, and he’s memorized the shape of her wide grin. She smiles with her whole face, and Aaron hasn’t really spent too much time trying to make people smile. He’s had success in some ways, but when she smiles at him there’s something in his chest that burns in achingly lovely way. 

At first, he had assumed her kindness was a way to win him over. In her first week, she had noticed there was a rip in his tie (which he’s not sure how could even happen) and she’d whipped out a pocket sewing kit, repairing it. 

He tries not to think about the fact that she’s beautiful. She is, though, in spirit and in appearance. He’s an expert in controlled presentation, but to some extent she must know that’s he’s fond of her. 

When they’d first met (which he can still picture in his minds’ eye- her oversized sweater tucked into her tailored pants, the purple lipstick adorning her beautiful smile) he’d tried to keep his distance. It’s easy to romanticize her, and being her friend felt a little impossible when seeing her as more felt so inevitable.

This plan did not go well, and Aaron had officially tossed it when one day, the babysitter for Jack fell through when he was halfway around the world. She’d picked him up from school and tended to him, and Aaron had come home to a blanket fort on his kitchen floor, and a happy little boy who wanted her to come over every day. 

So it's a little hard to ignore how much he adores her. 

She doesn’t normally want to come out to the scene and they usually don’t require it, but they’re going out to a place she spent most of her twenties, and she knew people in the local PD, so Aaron had asked her to come. 

She’d done so without complaint, although he knows she doesn’t sleep well on the jet. No one knows where the nicer pillows and blankets came from, and Aaron would prefer it that way. 

Anyway. 

The bullpen of this department is chaotic and a certain caretaking is living at the edge of Aaron’s consciousness, a protective desire to keep her from the loudness and violence that she’s typically protected from. 

He’s still thinking this, when he hears her voice over the chaotic hum of the department. 

“Oh my god, Logan!”

Her voice is joyful, and when Aaron turns to see who she’s looking at, it’s an agent. He can tell that he’s not a police officer for many reasons- the fact that he’s got a long, shaggy haircut and a 5 o clock shadow and a leather jacket on his shoulders. The local police would be too strict, and he must be some kind of different authority to be allowed to be here.

He hears the stranger call her name back, and they hug. 

It’s a quick thing, but imbued with deep fondness. Aaron’s not sure he’s ever hugged her for more than a second- just a congratulations when his commendation came in. She’d smelled like roses. 

Now, she’s hugging Logan. 

“Hotch,” she says, a smile still in her voice, “This is Logan! We went to graduate school together. He’s brilliant, I can’t believe he’s down here.”

Her voice is seeped in admiration, and Aaron feels an ugly amount of what can only be described as jealousy. 

“Great to meet you. You’re the unit chief, yeah?”

“SSA Aaron Hotchner,” he offers the man a curt nod, “Have you met the team?”

He goes through the motions of introducing him to the team- he greets Reid with a warm smile and tells him that he’s read his papers. Logan compliments Emily’s shirt, and Morgan’s watch. 

He’s incredibly charismatic.

Is Aaron charismatic? He doesn’t think so. His team, who probably adore him as much as anyone could, still note that he can be harsh, prickly. He never smiles, he knows. He lacks expressiveness. Logan is all fluid movement and easy conversation, and when he takes the jacket off, Aaron sees a great deal of tattoos on his forearm, his sweater sleeves slid up. 

He’d smile for her. 

What should be a good thing, but hurts- Logan is an excellent consultant profiler. He’s thoughtful and helpful and she has an easy rapport with him. Aaron- he’s so bad at talking to women. 

She makes Aaron feel like he’s good at it though. When they drive together, the conversation is easy and feels nice. It’s like sunbathing, basking in the light of her attention and intention. 

With the help of the man that Aaron has decided he hates, the case is finished up quickly. 

He can’t shake the thought they’ve probably dated. It’s not his business- this crush, although this word feels inadequate for the intensity of the way she makes him feel. It’s a private thing he’s never going to act on- he’s older and her superior, and besides- 9 stab wounds and a lifetime worth of issues is a million times less appealing than someone like Logan. Young, exuberant probably not too afraid to ask for what he wants.

“Drink tonight?” Logan asks the team, and a chorus of yes’s and please’s echo through the emptying bullpen. 

“Raincheck,” she says to Logan, “I’ll see you next time I’m in town, yeah?” She beams at him, hugging him in a quick-but-too-long-for-Aaron’s-taste motion, and the string in Aaron’s chest that feels like it’s been pulled all week threatens to pull him under.

After everyone files out, she offers to help him fill out paperwork in his office. It’s just like her, so kind and sweet. Spending her free time filling out reports to make his workload go easier.

About a half hour of amenable silence passes, before Aaron chooses to speak.

“So, you and Logan.”

“He’s great, right?”

Regrettably, Aaron agrees.

“He seems very kind.”

“Yeah, he and his fiancee are really fun. They travel all over, kite-board and do tons of adventure stuff, he’s pretty awesome.”

A moment passes.

It’s like a balloon losing air, the feeling of relief taking the place of panic.

“I thought you two were romantically involved.” He doesn’t know how to verbalize things casually. If he lets it up, he might do something dangerous like tell her that he wants to be someone who romances her, wants to be the person who kisses her after dates and holds an umbrella over her head when she’s caught in the rain. He wants to be what she comes homes to, and it’s a confession living in the back of his throat, threatening to escape at every moment. 

She sucks in a harsh breath, and he wonders if it’s a misstep to have told her- it’s not a confession, really. It sounds like one though- why would he care? What makes it his business?

“Not that that’s relevant to me,” he stammers, “You’re free to engage with whoever you’d like-“

“I know, Hotch.” She doesn’t grace him with his first name, but her voice is fond and warm, her doe eyes meeting his. He likes it, he decides. 

“I’m not seeing him,” she continues, her body shifting to face him, “I think he’s a little…casual for me.”

He thinks of Logan’s leather jacket and unshaven face, rugged appearance and compares it to how he presents himself- clean cut and sharp lines, his suits tailed to fit him like a glove. 

“You prefer something a little more…dignified?” He hears himself say with more confidence then he feels- her implication is clear, but he wonders if he’s mishearing it. 

She tips her head back and he hears her lovely laugh ring through the air like something sacred, and he waits to hear her response. 

“I don’t know, I just know that I’ve been liking this guy for a while,” she muses, looking down at her fingernails, “But he hasn’t seemed to pick up on any of my hints.”

On one of his braver days, he’d told her that he liked that purple lipstick. He hasn’t seen her without it since. She’d always been so kind to everyone that it was hard to notice when her treatment towards him was special, but he thinks it might be. How quick she offers to help with Jack- gives away a Saturday evening to spend with him, even though she sees too much of his face at work.

Her friend from grad school offered to get drinks, and she’s here, telling him what she looks for in a guy.

He tries to be logical about the whole thing, but it’s a bit hard- she’s funny and warm and Aaron loves being around her- loves her company enough to maybe ask for more of it. 

“If this ‘guy’ did like you,” he murmurs, intentionally not meeting her gaze, the precision of which is boring a hole into the side of his head, “How would he go about that?”

He’s not sure what the point of being coy is now, but he can’t seem to stop. He does look down to her and meet her eyes. 

“I think I’d probably corner him,” she says breathlessly. They’re quite close together, now. He wonders if she likes his aftershave. She tugs a hundred through her hair, a nervous but incredibly attractive gesture, “Y’know, if everyone we worked with went to get drinks, and it was just us. If he was amenable to that.”

“If he was amenable to that.”

A rush of emotion licks up his spine- it’s fun, flirting with her. The creep of warmth on her cheek, how her fingers are brushing hers. 

“I think he might be.”

Purple lipstick, rose perfume mixing with the scent of expensive aftershave- he thinks he might be able to kiss her, now. He’s never been good at knowing when to take the jump, but this is something he can do. He can let her know that he wants it. 

She reads him well enough, it turns out, and she kisses him. It’s a surprise and he is so rusty at this and yet- his hand stand on the small of her back, pulling her in and he can feel her lovely smile against him. She’s warm and joyful and she’d kissed him, and all he could do was lean in-

“I think he might be too.” She says, significantly less color on her lips, and more on his, he imagines.

She doesn’t have to wonder, though. When Aaron kisses her again, he decides- he will make her incredibly certain of his affections. 

[toruro]

— ✧ oh my!

pairing: xu minghao x reader

description: choosing to be roommates with vernon chwe would undeniably be one of the few life-changing decisions you made in your lifetime. he brought along support, friendship, and most importantly: a hot friend. — or, in which you’re roommates with vernon and you happen to fall for one of his many chaotic friends.

tags: smut (18+), oral (m receiving), just stupid mutual pining, fluff, seriously self indulgent, mentioned past toxic/controlling relationships

w/c: 13.6k

a/n: REPOSTED. this was my first attempt at a kpop fic ever and my first time writing smut so please bear with how awkwardly written it is. a fic that was supposed to be multiple parts but i couldn't come up with a real plot either so ummm … nevertheless i hope u enjoy!

I. OH MY!

Moving in with Vernon is among your top life changing decisions, pretty much ever.

You two met in college, first sharing a calculus class together and occasionally studying together. Your friendship was budding—he was someone you could count on and never had to second guess. Spending more time together, you naturally grew closer, eventually reaching a point that when Vernon mentioned moving out of his shitty studio, you two immediately decided to find a place together.

Fresh out of college, it was the best decision in all ways possible—money was not nearly as big of a burden as before, and it was fun having a friend to talk to whenever you wanted in the vicinity of your own home.

It’s been an enjoyable eight months since you two started renting out this place together, and this evening, you’re in the kitchen cooking some brownies with an old package of brownie mix you found shoved in the back of one of your cupboards. You’re making a bit of a mess, but you can only hope that Vernon doesn’t mind too much—you will clean it, after all.

You’re in the midst of pondering about how long it’ll take you to clean up the little (big) splatter of flour you dropped on the ground when there’s a buzzing that comes from your phone. You huff, looking down at your fingers that are coated in oil and brownie batter. Setting down the bowl you were mixing, you then go to wash your hands as the buzzing dies out. After wiping down any moisture left on your skin, you pick up the phone to see a missed call from Vernon.

Did he forget something? you wonder, pressing the call back button and holding your phone up to your ear. You hear him pick up the line almost immediately, curious to know why he called you. “Hey,” you say casually when you know he can hear you. “Everything good?”

There are a few voices in the background that you hear, and you recall how he told you this morning he’d be hanging out with his friends. “Yeah, yeah, everything’s great. Look, I was wondering if it would be okay with you if my friends came over to our place? I would’ve asked earlier but I didn’t think we would be hanging out more and…well you get it,” Vernon sighs.

Your lips make a little ‘o’ shape, nodding to yourself as if Vernon could see you right now. “Yeah of course they can come over!” you tell him.

“Are you sure?” he clarifies, and you smile at the sincerity. “It’s just—I mean like they’re probably going to stay a while?” It comes out as a question and you laugh. “Don’t laugh at me,” Vernon grumbles, “I’m just making sure because they’re probably going to stay late in the night and there’s a lot of them.”

“Yes Vernon, I know there’s a lot of them—twelve to be exact,” you retort. “Yes, I’m okay with it, it’s not like I do anything these days anyways. I’ll be fine,” you tell him honestly.

“Okay, thank you so much,” he replies, relieved. “We’ll be there in like ten minutes.”

“Ten?!” you shrieked, quickly taking in the giant mess you made around you, baffled when you think about how you’re going to clean this up.

“Yes, sorry,” Vernon murmurs. “These guys change their minds so much and—ugh—you get it. We’re already close to the apartment complex so we’re just going to come up. Is there a problem?”

You hum, looking around you. “I might’ve made a bit of a mess in the kitchen, but…but I’ll figure it out.”

Vernon laughs. “I doubt they’ll care—most of them are dogs.” You giggle at the muffled protests heard in the background before he continues. “Anyways, thank you, I owe you one. See you in five.”

Your phone beeps when he hangs up and you stand by yourself in the middle of the kitchen. “Five?” you whisper to yourself, “Fuck! He said ten! But now five? Fuck!”

You whip your head around to look at the kitchen, grimacing as you’re dawned with the realization that there is no way you’re going to clean this up before they come. It takes you around 5 seconds to debate your options, finally deciding to just give up on trying to clean up and focus on finishing the batter and getting the pan in the oven.

You set your phone back down on the counter, picking up the batter bowl and giving it a few more stirs to rid it of any clumps before spreading it all out on a pan. It takes you a few moments to find the mittens and stick it in the preheated oven, a wave of relief washing over you when you’re done.

That’s one thing out of the way…I guess , you think to yourself, letting your hair down from the tight up-do you had it in earlier. Looking down at your black t-shirt and yoga pants, you take a few moments to try and dust off whatever flour rubbed off on the cloth. Of course, many stains still remain, but you figured this was better than nothing.

You’re about to grab a broom to clean up the floor when you hear a knock at the door. Sighing in defeat, you wash your hands once before heading to the door. You’re placing your hand on the door knob before you hear some clicking, hesitating to open once you realize it’s Vernon on the other end unlocking it himself. You step back from the doorway as the door is pushed slightly ajar, allowing you to poke your head through the small gap.

You’re met with the sight of multiple guys crowding around the door, a slightly frantic and honestly exhausted-looking Vernon leading the group. “Hey,” he greets as you step back once more, pulling the door open fully.

“That was less than five minutes!” you exclaim, trying your best to ignore the gazes of the unfamiliar faces behind Vernon. You’ve seen pictures of them before on Vernon’s social media and stuff but you don’t really know them at all—you’re only aware of bits and pieces from the stories he tells you occasionally.

“I’m sorry!” he puts his hands up in surrender, stepping through the doorway as you back into the kitchen that remained in the chaotic state you left it in.

“I didn’t have time to clean!” you whine, frantically waving your hand at the kitchen, allowing Vernon to take in the scene.

“Hey, hey, hey,” a new voice pops in and you see a hand snake it’s way around Vernon’s shoulders. A man with blonde hair and a chiseled face looks at you sympathetically. “It’s not Vernon’s fault,” he tells you calmly. “You can blame it on us for changing plans quickly. Don’t worry, Vernon feels bad about it, he told us.”

You sigh, a small pout making its way onto your face. “Fine,” you huff as the rest of the boys fill the large room that contains the kitchen and living room. You aren’t sure what to do now, watching them all shuffle around, taking off their shoes and attempting (key word: attempting ) to organize them in front of the doorway. You hadn’t really thought this far ahead—should you go to your room now? Would it be awkward to just hang around here while they’re in the living room (your kitchen and living room are basically one large room, so there’s no real way to avoid them)?

You’re glad Vernon picks up on your uncertainty. He turns to his friends, speaking up and saying your name, which catches you by surprise. “My roommate,” he clarifies, as they all look at you. You smile awkwardly, giving a small wave before averting your gaze. Vernon then turns around, pointing at the couch across the room, “Now can one of you set up the Mario Kart?”

The rest of the boys nod, beginning to break out into small conversations by themselves as they all make their way to lounge in the connected room, finally giving you a bit of space to breathe (not that they were making you uncomfortable or anything—you’re just a little shy).

“I’m sorry again,” Vernon tells you, and you can hear the genuinity in his voice. “What were you making, by the way?” he asks curiously, peering over at the mess.

“It’s okay! And I was making brownies—I found some old box mixes in the back of the cupboard and I figured I should make them before they expire,” you explain, looking over at his friends who have now settled in the living room comfortably. “Do your friends want some? I’ve made a big enough batch for everyone, I’m sure,” you tell him.

“Are you sure?”

“Vernon can you stop asking me if I’m sure,” you complain loudly, running a hand over your face. You hear a snicker come from the other side of a room, catching sight of one of Vernon’s friends seated on ground, a playful smirk on his face upon hearing your conversation. You feel your ears burn, quickly turning back to Vernon. “Yes, I just made them for fun. It’s better to share with them than have us eat all of it,” you chuckle, picking up a dustpan from the corner of the kitchen to begin cleaning up.

“Okay fine,” Vernon murmurs. “Thank you a lot,” he concludes, finally turning and joining friends on the couch. You begin your work to clean up the flour you dropped on the ground, getting lost in your own little world after slipping in your airpods, tuning out the noises of rowdy men and Mario Kart sound effects.

You’re practically done with cleaning the kitchen when you hear your timer go off, nearly skipping to the oven to turn it off and pull out the pan of brownies you’ve been putting so much effort into. The aroma floats through the room, and you catch the glances of a few of Vernon’s friends who peek over, trying to get a look at whatever you’ve come up with.

You smile to yourself, placing the pan on the counter before pulling out a knife to make nice, even pieces. It takes you a few moments, but once you’re done, you look down at them happily. Slipping on your mittens, you carry the tray over to the living room, a small, upwards curve pulling at your lips.

The boy you remember from earlier—the one who laughed at your reaction to Vernon—notices you first, and you can’t help but wonder how you didn;t recognize him from any pictures because holy hell he’s pretty. His eyes are looking at you through heavy eyelashes and there’s a coy smile tugging at his lips—he’s charming .

It takes you a good five seconds to realize you’re staring at him and another five to realize he’s caught you in the act. You whip your head away, looking at the rest of the boys, some of which who are intently focused on the game on the screen, others of which who are indifferent.

“Um, I made some brownies, if you guys want,” you tell them all, clearing your throat. “They’re fresh, so they’re a little hot, but you can wait for them to cool down.” You set down the pan on the table as the rest of them quiet down, some immediately spewing out words of gratitude.

“Aren’t you going to have any?” one of them asks, and you recognize him as the tallest. Mingyu? You recall some stories about him.

You shrug. “I kind of just made it because we had the boxes left…I think it’d be better if you guys shared it.”

Another boy with glasses sitting on the armchair speaks up. “You can eat it with us—our way of saying thanks,” he encourages. You throw out a close lipped smile, glancing at Vernon as if to ask if this was all just a show of politeness or an actual offer. He offers the slightest nod, and your once tight smile is let loose. You nod your head cheerfully, looking around you to find a spot to sit.

Noticing your confusion, the boy with the blonde hair and sharp face from earlier points to your right. “Sit next to Minghao, I’m sure there’s room there.”

You look down, met with the gaze of him , trying your best to hide your twinge of excitement as you silently shuffle over and sit down at the edge of the rug. Minghao . You like that name, you say to yourself in your head before shaking your head lightly—what are you thinking? You can’t be crushing on a guy you just laid your eyes on!

Inhaling sharply, you turn your head to the screen, grateful to see everyone else’s attention has also averted to the heated one-on-one match between the glasses guy from earlier (you now have learned his name is Wonwoo) and Mingyu.

They’re a loud bunch, but you can’t find it in you to mind—watching them all get along so well, so freely, is liberating in itself. You feel relaxed in a way you didn’t know you could be.

As content as you feel right now though, there’s an anxious thought buzzing at the back of your mind, and no matter how desperately you try to push it back, it keeps crawling its way up, especially when you feel your thigh brush Minghao’s .

Stop it , you chide yourself. Stop it! A little more harshly. Stop thinking about him!

“Hey…” the first time he says it, the words don’t quite reach your ears. “Hey,” he says again, nudging your thigh with his knee, increasing the minimal physical contact you two already had. You’re snapping out of your daze in an instant, whipping your head up to look at him . “You good?” he asks, and while you can tell he’s being sincere, there’s an almost playful smirk gracing his lips.

“Huh…oh, yeah,” you murmur, bashful that he caught you lost in your own head, thinking about him. “Just zoned out for a second,” you explain with an awkward laugh, pulling your legs into your chest and resting your chin on your knees.

“I could tell,” Minghao replies, and you can’t help but gaze at how cool he is as he reaches toward the coffee table, cutting himself a piece of the brownie. You watch him carefully as he takes a bite—you’re honestly just admiring his face, but you think you can brush off your shameless ogling as looking to see if he likes the brownie. He catches you staring, and you’re unsure of what he thinks of it, opening his mouth to talk again once he’s swallowed it. “It’s good,” he tells you, and you smile.

“I’m glad…it would have been kind of embarrassing if it wasn’t.”

“Don’t worry—chocolate isn’t even really my thing but I like it,” Minghao compliments, and you can’t tell if he’s being genuine or faux out of sincerity. Your grin brightens nevertheless as you sink back into the front of the sofa behind you, averting your gaze to the screen once again.

You’re feeling a little shy, of course, and the silence that now sits between you and Minghao isn’t uncomfortable or awkward, rather it’s…heart-warming. Your smile doesn’t leave your face as the room is full of cries and laughter and taunts as the results of the first round are revealed.

You sit in an amused silence, watching them for around another twenty minutes and even getting to play once (albeit your minimal effort—Mario Kart always gives you a headache anyways), before quietly standing up as the boys are cheering over Wonwoo winning yet another match. Minghao looks at you as you raise yourself above him, and your stomach churns at the way he raised a brow.

“Leaving already?”

You shrug casually. “I think it’s about time I get to doing my own stuff,” you explain, throwing out a small smile before retreating to your room before Minghao—or anyone else—can notice or say anything. You’re grateful Minghao didn’t make a scene about you leaving—it’s not that you don’t like the boys (far from it), but you’ve been tired the whole day and were looking forward to a nice nap.

Settling into your bed after shutting your blinds, you pull the covers up to your chin shooting a quick text to Vernon to make sure he wakes you up for dinner if you didn’t wake yourself up in time. You shut your eyes tight, doing your best to ignore the tight feeling that settles at the bottom of your stomach.

The second you identify the feeling, you squeeze your eyes closed tighter. Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Your words don’t aid you, of course, because all you’re thinking about his stupid fucking Minghao and his stupidly hot face and his stupidly cute smirk and the stupidly handsome way he looks at you and— oh my god you need to turn your brain off right now.

You settle on not breathing, trying to pretend you’re dead, in hopes it’ll lull you to sleep. Of course, the effect is the opposite of your intentions—the lack of oxygen only reminds you of the way Minghao took your breath away when you first noticed him.

You huff to yourself, rolling your body over so your face is pressed into the pillow as you quietly curse to yourself. “God, I’m so fucked,” you whine, childishly pounding your fists against the plush of your mattress.

You’re being immature, you know you are—like a child throwing a tantrum—but who can blame you? He’s just so pretty and that smile of his is so endearing and you can’t help but find yourself so falling for him.

It’s a miracle that you fall asleep at all, let alone so quickly. You figure the exhaustion from the past week has finally caught up to you, even with the onslaught of attraction that came your way after seeing Minghao.

When you wake up, it’s much darker. The sun hasn’t fully set yet, but the sky is painted a deep red which is bound to morph to purple within a few more moments before finally sinking into nighttime. You glance around and you realize that the only thing besides the outside light that’s illuminating your room is your bed lamp that you forgot to turn off.

You rub your eyes a few times, still in a bit of a groggy, drowsy daze, before remembering what woke you up in the first place—the knock on your door. “Hello?” you croak out, immediately slapping a hand over your mouth at the mangles sound that leaves your mouth. It’s quiet for a moment and you’re able to identify the faint voices in the rest of the apartment as Vernon’s friends.

Your mind is suddenly racing through the possibility of who could’ve knocked on your door and— oh my god! What if it’s Minghao?! What if he heard y—

You hear your name being called out softly and your speeding train of thought falters. It’s Vernon. Thank fucking god. “You up?” he says through the door and you pull the covers off of you to meet him at the door. Poking your head through the crack as you open it slightly, you squint immediately at the intrusion of light to your unadjusted eyes.

“Good morning,” you joke, stepping back to let him in. “Thanks for waking me up…jeez, I was knocked out,” you murmur to yourself, rubbing a hand over your face as you walk to your dresser to find yourself a comb. “What time is it?”

“It’s like six…the guys were worried that they were being too loud when I told them you were sleeping,” Vernon muses, pulling up his phone to scroll through something. “But I was like nah she sleeps through everything—and I was right,” he says with a laugh as you roll your eyes, trying to make yourself more presentable as you pull your hair back into a low do.

“Whatever…did you guys have fun? I’m assuming so since they’re still here…”

“Yeah, we’re ordering dinner right now. I told you they were gonna stay for a while. That’s why I woke you up too: I was gonna ask if there was anything specific you wanted—if you wanna eat with us of course,” he explains, holding up his phone to display the food delivery app he had opened earlier.

“Would that be okay? If I had dinner with you all?”

“Yeah of course, no one would mind,” Vernon assures you as you look at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair, narrowing your eyes at your roommate.

“You sure?”

“Okay now you need to stop asking me if I’m sure,” Vernon huffs with a roll of his eyes followed by your laughter.

“Okay okay, fine,” you reply. “Give me like two minutes I’ll come out and we can decide something with everyone,” you say, ushering Vernon out. He puts his hands up in surrender, turning around to join his friends in the other room. After he leaves, you debate with yourself whether or not you should change or join the rest with your pajama pants and loose fit t-shirt.

Overcome with the still lingering drowsiness from your nap, you choose comfort, and decide to just throw on a loose cardigan over whatever you’re wearing now before stepping out of the room. A yawn escapes your lips as you enter the living room, catching sight of all the boys lounging around—some are seated on top of the kitchen island, legs hanging over the edge, while others are laying down on the couch with their feet kicked up, the rest with their legs folded on the ground.

You try not to stare at Minghao too much when he enters your line of vision, but the task is becoming impossibly harder the longer you look: he’s laid back on the couch, feet resting on a blonde boy—Jun, you think is his name’s—lap, and you don’t miss the way his arms are crossed behind the back of his head, shirt lifting up just enough to reveal a little bit of the skin that dons his torso.

You begrudgingly peel your eyes away from the marvelous sight when you hear someone call your name, heads turning to you once they realize you’ve finally joined them.

“About time,” the boy with sharp features from earlier—Jeonghan—says as a greeting, waving you over as he stands next to Vernon. “Come on, help us decide what to order.”

“D’you sleep well?” another asks, and you turn your head to see who’s speaking as you approach Jeonghan. You recognize the boy now as Seungkwan, and you smile while nodding. “I swear me and Chan thought you were dead!” he exclaims jokingly as you furrow your eyebrows.

The boy next to him shoots Seungkwan a death stare before speaking up, much to your amusement. “What Seungkwan means is,” Chan begins with a huff, “we were playing a game and Mingyu lost and he yelled and we were scared we woke you up but nothing happened!”

“I told you, she sleeps through everything,” you hear Vernon mumble from behind you, not missing the joking look that’s toying with his face. You roll your eyes and hit his shoulder, loud enough for everyone to hear and cause them to laugh, smiling internally at the reaction you were able to elicit.

“That’s not true!” you whine, looking over his shoulder to see what restaurants they were choosing from.

“Joking, joking,” Vernon mumbles, turning his phone so you could see better. “We’re choosing between Mexican and Thai. You can choose which, since we’re all pretty evenly split.”

You hum for a second, thinking about which you’re craving more, finally settling on, “Thai!”

There are some cheers that erupt behind you, and your face heats up right away when you turn around to see some of them (Minghao in particular) with cheerful smiles and fists of victory in the air. “Thai it is!” Vernon announces. “Tell me what you guys want,” he says before looking at you. “The usual?” you nod with a grin, backing away as he places the order while the others call out the array of dishes you want, making your way to the seating area to sit down by one of the sofas (totally not because that’s where Minghao was sitting).

As you settle down onto the ground, Minghao speaks up. “Do you want to sit here?” he asks, sitting up from his horizontal position, pulling his legs back to make space between him and Jun on the couch. Your eyes shoot up, darting between Minghao’s deep brown eyes and the space on the couch.

“Are you sure? You can lay down if you w—”

“Nonsense,” Jun says with a chuckle, and you can’t even comprehend what’s going on until you feel Minghao’s cool fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you up slightly as a direct invitation to take up the spot next to him. God his skin is so soft and his touch is demanding yet so gentle and it’s just enough to get the butterflies that you thought died off to be resurrected once more. “Our way of thanks for choosing Thai,” Jun tells you.

“Yeah,” Minghao agrees, and you try your best to focus on what he’s saying even if it’s impossibly hard with the way his body is pressed up right against you. He leans back as if to stretch his body, arms reaching back behind the couch and settling in the space behind you,

God, you feel like you could die on the spot—it’s not like he’s got an arm wrapped around you or anything so why does this feel so intimate? You can only hope and pray that he doesn’t feel the immense heat radiating off of you as you adjust yourself to sit more comfortably on the couch. In hopes to diffuse the tension that you’re kind of sure you’re the only one feeling, you speak up. “Do you guys want to watch something? A show? A movie?” you suggest reaching forward to pick up the TV remote from the coffee table.

“I’m down,” Wonwoo says with a shrug.

“Oh yeah!” Seungcheol speaks up, “I’ve been wanting to rewatch Batman for a while!”

“Batman then?” you, looking around at everyone as you click the remote to pull it up after you see the nods of their heads. You put on the movie, sinking back into the couch as you do your best to focus on the screen in front of you, and not the faint touch of Minghao’s arm to the back of your neck.

You’re successful for a bit, thankfully, but your peace of mind hardly lasts when the food comes in and everyone settles on the ground to eat—your and Vernon’s rule that there’s no eating curry on the couch. You, Minghao, and Jun slip from your spots on the couch and sit on the ground where your feet lay just a few moments ago, and suddenly you’re hyper aware of the little space you three are squished up against.

It’s a miracle, you think, if Minghao doesn’t notice the way your skin burns against his as his thigh is pressing right up against yours. This touch is different from the one in the afternoon—that one was…light…innocent. This one…this one’s different—it has you burning and yet shivers run down your spine. If you were a little bit more in your senses, maybe—just maybe—you would notice the tight lipped smile that tugs at Minghao’s li ps as well.

Oh my! Now the crush begins.

II. COME TO ME

That night, after the movie, the food, and some beer, the twelve boys shuffle out of the house at around eleven, murmuring soft and tired “thank yous” and “goodbyes.” You can’t deny that you’ve been…a little stiff the entire evening. Sitting next to Minghao for a good 2 hours wore you out—it was a constant battle between your moral consciousness and your…budding feelings.

Stop looking at him! You’d say one moment, but then, god—oh my god his hands! No! Stop! He’s so close to me —stop acting like you’re in middle school! But his smile is just so pretty, god he lights up the room , but wait, stop being so cliche!

Naturally, you're convinced you’ve gone insane. Once the boys left, you and Vernon are left in the comfort of each other’s silence before beginning to make small conversation as you guys begin to clean up (the others honestly didn’t leave that much of a mess, you were just a bit of a clean freak).

“Your friends are fun,” you tell him quietly as you throw out the food containers that you finished earlier.  Vernon looks up at you with a small smile, and you can tell that he’s been anxious about you not enjoying your time.

“That’s good, I’m glad.”

“Why haven’t you brought them over before?” you ask curiously, pondering about how there might have been a chance you could have laid your eyes on Minghao ages earlier. “Aren’t they like your best friends?”

Vernon shrugs. “Well yeah, they are, but there’s a lot of them, like you saw. I didn’t know if you’d be okay with that, today just happened to be a day where it was hard for me to say no to them.” You laugh heartily at that—the image of Vernon being persuaded by twelve guys looking at him with puppy eyes. “I really am glad you liked them though. If it’s okay I’d like to have them over more,” he puts out tentatively.

Of course, you perk up at that—maybe a little too noticeably. “I’d love that!” you say excitedly, before shrinking back down at how eager you sound. “I mean like, of course I won’t barge on your time with them but they’re really fun to be around and I’d like to see them more often,” you explain, placing your hands on the counter now that you’re done cleaning all the dishes. Vernon seems to catch onto something and you want to die from embarrassment with the way he’s raising a brow at you.

But if he does notice anything, he doesn’t say it, instead choosing to shrug again and trudge away from the kitchen. “That’s great. Can I have them over next Saturday?”

You blink once then blink twice. “Of course,” you reply without a second of hesitation.

Saturday can't come soon enough. With your own work to do, you find your mind drifting constantly to the face of a pretty man who you can't seem to stop thinking about. You need to scold yourself every single time you realize you're daydreaming—god no, more like fantasizing—about a man who you've not only seen only once, but is one of your roommate's best friends.

Daunting as it is, you're finding this whole situation quite...fun. You can't remember the last time you've felt something so pure and rejuvenating as this crush—gosh, you feel childish for calling it that but what else can it be? Your heart palpates when you think about him, your eyes ache to see his beautiful face again, and holy hell you don't even want to get started on the raw goosebumps you get when reimagining the moment where his skin brushed up against yours.

It's Friday night now, and your stomach swims with anticipation of what tomorrow will hold. You're sitting on the couch in your living room when Vernon comes home from the gym, dropping a bag of food on the kitchen counter. "Hey, I was at the gym with Mingyu and he got me some leftovers that his mom made," he tells you as you look up at him.

"Oh sweet," you say, relieved you won't have to go through the effort of figuring out what to make for dinner. "Your friends are coming over tomorrow, right?" you ask, feigning nonchalance—fucking acting like tomorrow hasn't been the only thing on your mind for the past one week.

"Yeah, they're gonna come up pretty early actually. I was gonna ask you actually, if you wanted to come with us since we're planning on going to the beach later. It's gonna be pretty hot and we haven't gone down in a while," he explains, beginning to open the bag of food as you get up and join him, trying to ignore the endless thoughts that run through your mind.

"The beach? Of course I'd want to come—wait, would that be okay with them? I wouldn't wanna intrude in on your day."

Vernon shakes his head with a chuckle. "Oh my god can you stop?" he says jokingly, "they were the one's who suggested, actually. Not that I don't want you to come either—I do—I just want you to know that they enjoyed you being there last week just as much as you did."

"Really? Who suggested it?" You hope you aren't coming off as too curious—Vernon is perceptive, and you'd be a fool to think he couldn't figure out exactly why you're so insistent on figuring out who asked for you to be there.

He seems preoccupied though, taking the food out of the containers, much to your relief. "Uhh, it was Minghao I think. But like everyone agreed after that, Jeonghan even said he'd pay for your ice cream if you came."

You're convinced the universe is bullshitting you right now. Minghao? Your Minghao? Asked if you could join them? At the beach?

You might just pass out.

Naturally, Vernon looks at you funny. "Are you good? You look like you've just seen a ghost."

You shake your head nervously with a smile, turning back to grab a piece of fried chicken he pulled out. "No no, I was just thinking about if I even have any swim suits—I think I threw them out last summer because of Jungho," you murmur, and while it's not the full truth about what you were just thinking about, it is something that's on your mind. Vernon looks at you with a frown.

"You threw them out because of Jungho?" he asks sadly. "Fucking hell, I forgot how crazy he was," he murmurs, looking down to take his own bite of the food. You shrug solemnly, finding yourself in a mood a bit more down than you'd like.

"Weird times," you reply simply. "Think I could just go to the beach in like some shorts and a shirt? It's just water after all."

"Yeah that should be fine. We'd be leaving before noon so I don't think you'd have the time to buy new ones anyways," Vernon agrees, pushing himself off the counter.

You nod with a smile, ignoring the small pang of sadness you felt just moments ago. "Sounds good."

You're a heavy sleeper—you always have been—and given that it's a Saturday, it's no question that you're bound to sleep until Vernon is banging your door to make sure you aren't dead. Seriously. Saturday morning, despite your excitement, kicks off with a groggy start. You're rolling around in bed, ming hazy as you aimlessly try and figure out what time it is and what exactly woke you up since you know you don't set alarms for weekends. It takes a few seconds for the knocking on your door to register in your brain.

You blink once and rub your eyes, squinting so that they can adjust to the light as you peer at the clock, realizing that—shit, oh shit, it's almost 11. Didn't Vernon say that his friends were going to be here in the morning?! And that they were gonna leave before noon?! Shit!

You're scrambling out of bed, digging through your drawer as you call out a meek, "I'n up!" to whoever's knocking on your door, throwing on the only swim suit that you—thankfully—found tucked away in your closet the night before, covering it up with some shorts and a loose top that you picked earlier as well. You're quickly faced with realization that you still look like you just rolled out of bed which, to be fair, you had. That doesn't stop you from frantically brushing through your hair, trying to put it into a simple braid before finally feeling ready to open the door.

You're expecting to see Vernon, in all honesty, since that's how it went the last time they were all over. The man standing in front of your door is, in fact, definitely not Vernon. No, the man in front of your door is Xu fucking Minghao, and you think you're absolutely fucked by the way your knees go week.

"Hi, sorry, I hope I didn't rush you," he greets politely, stepping back, allowing you to take a good look at him. He's wearing a white sleeveless shirt that hugs hugs his body tightly, followed by a blue hawaiian shirt that sits loosely on his upper half. His lower half is adorned by simple swim trunks, and you do your very, very best to not stare at his calf muscles.

"I, uh..." your voice trails off, in a haze from how attractive he is as well from your fading drowsiness. You rub your eyes once under your glasses before responding. "It's okay, I don't know why I didn't get up earlier," you huff to yourself, looking down, "I thought I would."

"Don't worry about it," Minghao murmurs, and he brings a hand up to your head on top of your hair to ruffle it a bit. You might just scream. "It's good that you slept," he continues, walking back to the living room as you follow him. "We thought you'd wake up from how loud we were," he says with a chuckle as you enter the room with everyone else in it as they turn to you.

"Yeah," Seokmin agrees through a mouth full of muffin, Joshua lightly hitting his shoulder and chiding him for talking with his mouth full.

"She's awake!" Jeonghan cheers playfully.

"i know Vernon said you'd sleep through anything," Chan begins to admit, "but literally do not understand how you didn't wake up until now. I swear, there was a moment where Soonyoung was just screaming at the top of his lungs and we were all wondering if that was gonna get you to come out but Vernon didn't even bother to check."

Your face burns at the comment, but there's a warm sort of feeling that bubbles up in you when they all laugh—it's not a mean laugh, no, it's friendly and it's kind, and it's making you feel welcome.

"You guys just don't listen to me," Vernon huffs, tossing you an orange from the kitchen. "We're going to head out in like five minutes," he tells you. "We need to figure out the car situation because I think Wont's car and Joshua's can only five each and mine can hold four."

The next few minutes are spent trying to figure out who's going to go in which car, everyone deciding that Seungcheol, Seokmin, Chan, and Jun would be going in Wonwoo's, Jeonghan, Jihoon, Soonyoung, and Minghao would be going in Joshua's, and Mingyu, Seungkwan, and you would be going in Vernon's. You won't and say that you aren't a teensy bit disappointed that you don't get to sit with Minghao, but the beach is only a twenty minute's drive away anyways, and you feel this is also a chance to get to know Vernon's other friends better too.

The car ride is fun, and you enjoy Seungkwan's cheeky remarks to everything, laughing along to pretty much everything he says, as well as Mingyu's oddly calm hyperness...? You aren't sure how to explain it but there's a constantly endearing and jumpy aura radiating from the tall boy, yet he seems quite tame for the most part. Nevertheless, you're entertained and excited to spend more time with them as Vernon parks the car on the beach, pulling out his phone so he can figure out where the other's are.

"Ah" you murmur, as the fourteen of you are grouped up finally, making your way into the hot sand and towards the water. "This is like the perfect weather for the beach," you say, wiggling out of your slippers so you can walk on the sand with your bare feet. Seungkwan is standing next to you as you both trail behind the rest of the crowd a little, the both of you immersed in the warm feeling of sand between your toes.

"I love the beach," he says, throwing his head back to look up at the bright side. "I'm from a beach town, so when I found out that the beach—and all my friends—were here, I just had to move here too, you know?"

"The beach is nice, but I won't lie, it always makes me so exhausted after I spend a day out here," you admit, dragging your feet across the sand, basking in the hot feeling it brings. "Who knows, I'll probably go home and sleep so hard tonight that even Vernon might think I'm dead," you joke, causing Seungkwan to chuckle.

You two continue to talk about the beach and Seungkwan's home town as your group nears the water, everyone beginning to set up their towels and the picnic blankets you bought. Everyone helps out, and before you know it, Mingyu, Jeonghan, Seungcheol, Seokmin, and Seungkwan are ripping off their shirts and running towards the water. You watch them with amusement, standing up to shimmy out of your shorts and shirt.

Vernon looks at you, speaking, "You were able to get a swim suit?" he asks, confused considering your conversation with him last night. You smile somewhat sadly, and Minghao, sitting next to Vernon, can't help but notice.

"Uh, not really," you mumble, looking down at your black bikini. "I think Jungho just never knew about this one so I didn't get rid of it, and it was just shoved in the back of my closet or something. Anyways, I'm burning and I really want to get into the water," you conclude, turning around without giving Vernon a chance to respond.

As you run off into the water, Minghao turns and looks at Vernon him. "Who's Jungho?" he asks, shameless about his curiosity.

Vernon frowns as soon as he hears the name, and Minghao wonders just what kind of person this Jungho guy might be. "Just some ex. A really shitty one," Vernon murmurs, looking out at the sun. Minghao feels something uneasy churn inside of him. He gives Vernon that look, which tells him he wants to know more. "Like he just sucked. Didn't treat her right and shit. I didn't like him at all. None of her friends did. He tried to get her to throw out all of her swim suits and stuff because he didn't trust her at the beach or some bullshit like that."

"Goddamn," Minghao hisses, leaning back on his hands as he watches you play in the water. You looked like you were having so much fun—you were so at ease. He wants to chide himself for looking at the way your skin glistens in the sun, your bikini hugging your body in all the right places and in all the right ways. He knows he shouldn't be thinking about you like this, especially when he's only just met you a week ago, but that isn't to say he hasn't missed your quick glances. The way your eyes dart towards him, his body, his eyes, his lips, and quickly jump away when you realize he's caught you.

You feel the same way, he's sure of it. Minghao knows you feel the same tingles, the same sparks, the same rush of pure happiness when you see each other.

His thoughts are interrupted by Joshua speaking. "He made her throw out her swim suits?" he exclaims incredulously. "Insecure much," he mutters under his breath, and Minghao laughs along with that. "Good thing he's just her ex now—that sounds horrendous."

"Agreed," Minghao replies while Vernon nods, standing up to pull off his hawaiian shirt and top. "I'm gonna go into the water," he tells the rest of his friends before jogging lightly, following in your faint footsteps.

You're feet hit the water, and you stop in your tracks as you take a few moments to get used to the temperature change. You're looking up to see Seungkwan and Jeonghan waving you over to around twenty feet further into the water, but you call out to them to tell them to wait a second as you just melt in the feeling of the water against your toes. You stand there for a few moments before you hear a familiar voice coming up from behind you.

Oh. My. God.

You don't even want to turn around because you're scared of your reaction to seeing him shirtless—god, you aren't even sure if you'll be able to contain yourself! You think if you pass out, you'll just have to blame it on the heat, but still, how are you going to be—

"Hey," Minghao says cooly, stepping next to you in the water and holy crap, he's toned and he's practically glowing in the sunlight, the shadows hugging every peak and curve of his chest, his arms, his hands, his collarbone, his v-line—oh my god you need to stop. Practically ripping your eyes away from the wondrous view that is Minghao's body, you're forcing yourself to look up at his eyes (not that it's any less of a view—his eyes sparkle just as much as he does).

"H-hi." Did you just stutter? No fucking way you just stuttered. You think you might have to drown yourself right now. "I thought you were going to stay around with the others a bit longer," you say sheepishly. Minghao smirks at you, and he thinks now is his chance to try and fluster you up a bit more.

"Well I can't just let a pretty girl go into the ocean by herself, now can I?" he replies smoothly, taking a few steps in front of and waving you to follow him, and you would only if you hadn't just stopped breathing. How could he say that so casually!? How could he—wait. Wait! He just called you a pretty girl. He thinks you're pretty. Xu fucking Minghao finds you pretty, and he's saying it to your fucking face. You actually might die right now.

You can't even formulate a response, just tearing your gaze away from him and smiling shamelessly at the ground as you follow behind him slowly. Mission accomplished, Minghao thinks to himself, and something inside of him goes batshit crazy by seeing you so smiley and undone.

"W-whatever," you finally say as the water near to your hips as you two start nearing the others guys who are currently splashing each other with water. Minghao watches them, and get an idea, playfully splashing some water your way. You jump back quickly, eyes widening before you gasp. "You did not!" You quickly splash water back, but Minghao seems to see it coming and he moves out of the way. "Get back here!" you yell, running after him as he nears Mingyu, hiding behind the larger boy. With your eyebrows, you pay no mind to this, continuing to splash water everywhere, hoping that at least some of it will get on Minghao.

Mingyu puts his hands up, eyes scrunched up as he tries to block the water that's inevitably going his way. "Hey! Hey! Hey! Not me! Not me!" he cries out as the others laigh.

"Get Minghao!" you call out to the other boys who catch on quickly, joining you on your rampage against Minghao. Eventually there's just so much water splashing everywhere that within minutes you're all spent, gasping for air as you all try to rub the water away from your eyes. Once your vision is no longer blurry, you blink hard a few last times before turning your vision towards Minghao again and holy hell, you didn't think he could look any hotter than he did sitting in the sun but wow. His hair is wet and hanging low on his forehead but it's so messy and so hot and all you can think about is running your fingers through those locks yourself and making a mess in your own little way and—okay stop, you can't be thinking about this, especially not in public.

It takes a moment for you to fully calm yourself down before you're laughing with the other guys as they start to play a new game. You try to ignore the butterflies you get whenever you near Minghao, but it's a painfully hard task. You grow to accept the feeling as the minutes go on, simply existing alongside the bubbly feeling instead of pushing it down.

The next hour is spent in and out of the water, everyone else eventually joining those of you in the water, and you find that time is passing faster than you can even think. Time with them is fun, it's carefree, it's liberating, it's refreshing. Once you're all too tired and too spent, you're trudging back to the little spot you all have set up as everyone begins to pull out the food they packed. As you snack on your lunch, the fourteen of you sit in a circle and talk about the plans for the rest of the day.

"Let's play beach volleyball," Wonwoo suggests after everyone's finished eating, and it's no doubt that everyone else pretty much agrees immediately.

"Yeah, I saw a court in that direction, and I'm sure we'd be able to find a ball," Jihoon adds on as everyone stands up.

"I think i'll stay behind," you tell them all, leaning back on your hand as you fan your face with the other. "I'm kind of tired and I think I just need to sit down for a bit," you explain.

"That's okay, but you sure you won't be lonely," Vernon clarifies as he stands up.

You shake your head, but right before you're going to respond, Minghao speaks up. "Don't worry about her, I'll stay behind too." God, someone save you—your poor heart can't take much more of this.

"Oh okay, great!" Joshua says happily, the others standing up as well to go follow Jihoon to the volleyball court. "Catch you later!" You and Minghao wave at the rest as the drift off into the distance before being left in the silence that sits between you.

Minghao speaks first. "It's nice that you came, it's refreshing to have someone new, especially if they're like you."

You raise a brow at him, turning your body so that you're completely facing him, legs crossed as you lean forward. "Like me? What does that mean?"

Minghao gives you a sly smile, like he was expecting this. "Fun. Easy-going." He pauses. "Pretty."

"Is this your way of flirting or do you just enjoy being very direct about what you're thinking."

He laughs at that, throwing his head back. "Nice one. Those two are actually the same thing for me, so take that as you see it," he says with a shrug. You're face is on fire, and you're sure he can tell by now. Minghao catches on and he leans forward. "Is it working?"

"Maybe it is," you murmur nonchalantly.

"I think it definitely is," he shoots back with yet another smirk. God, you can't do this anymore. He's just so close to you and you don't know if it's because it's hot or if you're flustered or whatever but you're burning and not thinking straight and before you know it you're leaning in so close that you can feel Minghao's soft breath on your lips, stopping right before you two can connect.

It's the silent words now: kiss me, kiss me Minghao, and you almost think that this is true love when he leans in immediately after, heeding your silent requests.

Minghao's lips are plump and soft and taste slightly salty from the remains of the ocean water, in contrast to the sweet way he's got one hand cupping your chin. His thumb strokes at your skin and the touch is so light that you think you might go insane, gripping onto one of his biceps as you try to ground yourself in reality—in this moment, that you're scared might almost just be a figment of your imagination.

News-flash, it's not. In fact, this moment is very much real, very much happening, and very much one of the closest things to heaven you've experienced.

When you pull away, his hand is still on your chin and yours still rests on his arm. "I won't lie," you whisper, "I've been thinking about doing that all week."

"Me too," Minghao admits almost immediately, the revelation sending both shock and relief coursing through your veins. You let go of his arm, finally, and he drops his hold too, but you scoot closer to him so you're not sitting side by side as you face the ocean. "We shouldn't do anything else right now," he says quietly, and you know he doesn't have to say to know what you're both thinking. "I don't think you'd want the others seeing anything."

"You're right," you say with a nod, but you still interlace his fingers that are next to you with yours on the ground. Minghao squeezes your fingers back slightly in confirmation that this is very much okay. "Do you want to get something to eat? I saw some people selling fruit on our walk through the sand," he suggests after a few moments. You nod along, shuffling through the pile of clothes that are everywhere so you can find your shorts—it's sp warm out right now that your skin and swim suit have already dried off.

While you're fishing out your shorts and slipping them on, Minghao finds his hawaiian t-shirt and slips it on, although his bare chest is still very much on display, despite your poor heart's cries for him to cover it up—no! Don't let anyone else see! You blush bashfully at your newfound jealousy of others seeing Minghao the same way you do, but those thoughts are soon pushed away as he reaches out a hand to you to help you stand up. You grab his hand with a smile, following after him as you both head toward the fruit stands at the front.

"What do you want to get?" he asks you when he sees you squinting to try and see what they're selling.

"Pineapple!" you cheer when you realize one of the stands has your favorite fruit, and Minghao can feel his heart swell at the sound. "Can we please get pineapple? It's my favorite fruit and it's the best for hot days."

Minghao smiles and nods, and your heart nearly pops out of your chest. "Pineapple and mango?" he suggests as you stand in front of one of the stalls, pulling out his wallet. You nod before thinking for a moment, pulling out your own wallet before he has a hand a hand on your waist, pushing it away. "I'm paying," and it's not a question when he says it. You slowly push your wallet back into your pocket, mind racing with the thoughts of how a man can be as perfect as Minghao.

"Okay well," you reply, pulling your wallet back out in defiance, "I want to buy some fruits for the others too," you explain. "And I don't think it's fair for you to pay for all of that."

Minghao huffs, letting go of your wrist before turning back to guy at the stall. You two end up splitting the cost of five cups of fruits before returning to the set up on the sand that you have with your arms much fuller than before. Back once you're both sitting, you chat about whatever and you definitely forget how to breathe the multiple times that Minghao picks up a toothpick and feeds you the fruits himself. There's something so domestic and so comforting about the way you both smoothly speak, move, flow—being with Minghao is languid and despite your racing heart at the thought of being with him, you feel...relaxed.

This feels right.

After around an half an hour of talking, you find yourself laying on your back as you have Vernon's hat on top of your head as you listen to the ocean. "Should we go to find them? They'll probably be hungry by now and beach volleyball is starting to sound fun," you say, sitting up and readjusting Vernon's cap on your head.

"Bored of me already?" Minghao teases, sitting up as well, readjusting his shirt.

You roll your eyes. "You know that isn't it. The fruit isn't gonna taste as good later, even if we keep it in the cooler. It tastes better fresh," you reason.

"Fine fine," he murmurs in defeat and you grin, getting up to pick up two of the cups of fruit while Minghao grabs the other two.

"You know where they went?" you ask him, looking to your left and right, trying to recall which direction the boys left in.

"This way I think," Minghao says, pointing to your left and you squint, nodding excitedly when you see some volleyball courts in the far distance.

"Wow, that's pretty far," you think out loud as you both start walking in that direction.

"Can't handle it?" he coos, looking down at you as he takes his effortlessly long strides.

You scoff, turning your head away as you feign nonchalance. "Whatever."

"I'm joking," Minghao says quickly, reaching one hand over to pick up the cups of fruit your holding so that he's holding all four now. You're about to protest but he simply turns his arms away from you so they're out of your reach.

"Thank you," you say sheepishly, holding your hands behind your back as you two begin to speed up your pace when you both realize that the fruit will grow warm soon. It takes around seven to eight minutes for you guys to reach the volleyball courts, calling out to Vernon when you reach hearing range. "We brought fruit!" you yell, pointing at the cups that Minghao graciously carried for you.

The boys run over, almost all of them in a panting, sweating mess.

"It's like you read our minds," Seungcheol tells you and Minghao, picking a strawberry and stuffing it into his mouth.

Seokmin nods along, picking up a piece of mango. "We were just talking about how we're already hungry again."

"Yeah," Chan agrees, "and I think Mingyu was gonna pass out in the next five minutes if you didn't bring him something to eat." You all look at Mingyu who's sitting across from you, legs out and upper body leaning on his arms behind him as his face is scrunched up—he nearly looks like he's dying.

"Fuck you all!" he groans, falling back onto the sand. "I swear, Jun and Cheol were targeting me! They kept hitting the ball in my direction!"

Jun laughs at that, throwing a hand up to Seungcheol for a high-five. "Damn, I didn't think you'd catch on."

"How could I not!?" Mingyu whines, sitting up again to pick up another fruit. "I was on the verge of the death because of you guys."

Jeonghan ticks his tongue as everyone laughs, "Ah, don't be so dramatic Gyu, we were just having fun. Plus, who doesn't want to win."

Mingyu grumbles as he kicks some sand Jeonghan's way as everyone retreats back into the normal conversation of the plans next. After a few moments of discussion, you all decide to go back to your set up and stay there until sunset before heading home.

Once you all make your way back, the hours are spent chatting, building a moat (Mingyu and Chan seemed especially interested in this for some reason), and playing in and out of the water. As the sky begins to merge from blue to yellow to a deep orange, you begin cleaning up. At the moment, you aren't sure who brings it up, but the word "sleepover" gets thrown around and everyone is practically on their knees, asking to sleep over at Vernon and your place.

"Why our place?" Vernon complains. "Why not Minghao and Jun's? Or Joshua and Jeonghan's?" he begins throwing out the other's names.

"Because we like yours the most," Joshua says simply, everyone nodding their heads vigorously in agreement. Vernon huffs and looks at you for help, but you only shrug—you aren't sure how to respond to this and you aren't going to pretend like you aren't a teensy bit excited about the chance of Minghao spending the night (even though there'll be 12 other guys in your home).

"You guys owe us," Vernon finally says with a deep sigh, "big time."

The car ride back begins by Vernon, Joshua, and Wonwoo yelling at all of the passengers to not get sand into the car, and while you all desperately try to heed by their wishes, it's nearly impossible. You should've expected that nothing with this group is ever especially peaceful, but you're pleasantly surprised by how every event with them somehow has you bursting into laughter until your stomach hurts.

When you all return to your apartment, it takes a messy, chaotic hour or two for everyone to sort out when they would be taking showers, realizing that you should have planned this better once you knew that fourteen people would be scrambling to try and use your and Vernon's single shower. Once you're all washed up, you're left sitting in the living room, trying to figure out how you're going to pass the next few hours. Of course, one brings up Mario Kart, and suddenly they all perch against the couch trying to see who can beat Wonwoo.

It's now when you start to feel the exhaustion of the day catch up to you, recalling how you told Seungkwan that beach days make you tired. You excuse yourself to your room, locking the door behind you before slipping under the covers and nuzzling against the pillow.

In the silence—well not really silence, since apartment walls are thin and boys are loud, but still—of your own room, you find yourself catching a moment for you to properly think. And then it all comes crashing onto you.

Minghao. His lips, his eyes, his arms, his hands, his fingers, his lips (yes, his lips again), his touch, his gaze—and holy hell do you need more. You almost whine out loud into the sheets at the thought of having to wait for him any longer, your brain fuzzy from both your exhaustion and the tingling feeling that courses through your nerves.

Your mind races through the endless possibilities of what has happened and what can happen and before you know it you're falling asleep.

It's two hours later at around 8pm when you hear your phone buzzing by your chest, hardly lifting your head to see who it is. When you recognize the caller as Vernon, you hit the answer button, putting minimal effort into lifting the phone up to your ear as you grumble.

"God, do you ever stop sleeping?" he huffs on the other end, and you can faintly hear someone in the background laugh. You rub your eyes as you push yourself out of bed, rummaging through your drawer to pick out a cardigan to throw on.

"Sorry," you grumble with a yawn. "Beach days make me tired."

"I can see that. Anyways, we're in the living room ordering takeout, so hurry up if you want to have your choice," he threatens playfully.

"Alright alright," you mumble, trying to make your bed a little neater before leaving your room and heading towards the living room. They're all there, as expected, some movie playing on the TV as Jihoon is playing something on the guitar (where the hell did he get a guitar from?!) and Wonwoo and Mingyu are playing yet another game of Mario Kart on the Switch tablet.

"And she's here!" Chan exclaims, causing some eyes to turn to you. Minghao, sitting on one of the chairs at the kitchen island turns to you quickly, and the eye contact has you turning into mush immediately.

"When you went to your room," Vernon begins to say, distracting you from your thoughts and placing a hand on your shoulder, "I thought you were just going to chill for a bit. I didn't expect you to be napping."

Seungkwan comes in and swats Vernon's hand away from you. "You're so judgemental Sollie! Let her be!"

"Thank you Seungkwan!" you agree immediately, turning to raise an accusing eyebrow at Vernon. He rolls his eyes and steps away, holding up his phone which has the food order on the front screen.

"Hey, I'm ordering your food!"

You step back, putting your hand sup in surrender. "Okay fine! Fine! What are we getting tonight?"

"Mexican!" Jeonghan calls out. "It's my treat!" Everyone cheers as you tell Vernon your order, sitting down on the ground in the living room as everyone bunches up in the middle to begin discussing the next big problem you all have—sleeping.

It seems like no one quite thought this out earlier but your apartment is small and fitting fourteen people into this space seems near impossible, especially when you know that they'll all insist on you sleeping alone in your own room. It's a hassle to pull out all the extra pillows and bed sheets that you have, everyone trying to clear space to make as many makeshift beds on the ground as they can.

Somehow, you're all able to fit eight "beds" in the living room, Chan and Seungkwan being the lucky ones to squeeze into the extra space that Vernon has left on his bed and Jun and Jihoon calling the spots on the sofa and arm chair. From there on out, time seems to pass easily with the thirteen of them, and you're starting to understand how Vernon's been able to be their friend for so long. The hours pass quickly and by ten p.m., you're spent and tired from the day—too tired to go on.

Before you know it, you're helping them all make the final touches to the makeshift beds, bringing out as many extra comforters as you can in hopes to make sleeping on the ground a bit more comfortable. Bidding goodnight, you wave to them all and retreat to your room, but not before staring at Minghao for maybe a little too long. He stares back, of course, and anyone else would miss it, but you don't—the way he nods slightly, before turning away to say something to Jun.

III. OUR DAWN IS HOTTER THAN DAY

It's eleven when you hear the knock on your door, and it's embarrassing how quickly you scramble out of bed to open it. On the other side, as expected, is Minghao. You're pulling him in without a second of hesitation, grabbing his neck and slamming his lips onto yours hard. His hands are making their way onto his hips immediately, moving up and down along your waist and torso to feel every inch of you that he can. You've both been waiting for this for ages, and it's about time you lose control.

"Hao," you whine softly as he presses you into your wall, his tongue running against the corner of your mouth. His only response is kissing you deeper, teeth clashing as you seek to explore every last bit of each other. Minghao swears he feels his dick twitch at the way you call him by his nickname, his fingers tightening their hold on you.

"You'll drive me crazy," he murmurs, kissing down your neck as you run your hands up and down his arms to feel the curve of his arms.

"That's the—ah—plan," you grunt as you sucks at one spot on your skin. Minghao continues peppering your skin with kisses before you feel like enough his enough, intertwining your fingers in his hair and pulling his head up so he can look at you. "Can I suck you off?"

Minghao is, undeniably, taken aback by your forwardness, and while his head his telling him to take his time with you right now, his other head is telling him to give in. In any other situation with any other girl, he would be denying you, taking his time to at least finger you first but he's been too pent up and too horny since the first time you kissed him to say no.

You're surprised when he quickly nods—you aren't the type to dive right into this kind of stuff but Minghao has been doing something that's reconnecting the wires in your brain, causing the overwhelming urge to sink to your knees for Minghao to crash into you.

The second you're on your knees, you have your hands on the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down at once with his boxers to reveal his length, long and pretty and hard with a bead of pre-cum dribbling off the end. You reach up, holding the base with a hand as you look up at Minghao to meet his eyes.

"Fucking hell," he groans, throwing his head back before you reply with a hiss.

"Quiet! They can't hear," you remind him, before adjusting yourself on your knees so you're in a better position to prod his tip at the front of your mouth. You drink in the way Minghao's breath hitches as your lips wrap around him, tongue swiping at the tip softly before pulling back.

"Don't—" he takes a deep breath, "don't be a fucking tease."

"'m sorry," you mumble, pulling your head back. "Can't help it." You kind of mean it and you kind of don't. Honestly, you aren't sure what to think—all you want to do is make Minghao feel good and do it now. Minghao notices the desperate glint in your eyes, and he takes this chance to wind his fingers into your hair, pulling it back into a makeshift pony tail so he can move your face in the face that he wants. The thought has you both going down into a spiral.

Minghao looks down at you so intensely that you think you just might cum from the look alone, but then he's speaking. "You okay with this?" he asks quietly, running a thumb along your lower lip with the hand that's not holding your hair back.

"Yes," you reply almost instantly, and your eagerness has his eyes darkening—you can see it.

"Fuck," he groans, leaning back again while he takes your hand that isn't wrapped around his length up to his thigh. "Tap twice if you want me to stop, 'kay?" You nod quickly, hoping Minghao will get the idea that you're beginning to grow impatient.

Message received, it seems because before you know it, Minghao is guiding your mouth back to the tip of his length, so you can take him in. Once you have your lips wrapped around him, he pushes you forward more, causing your eyes to widen as you realize he's nearly hitting the back of your throat. You take this as your chance to do exactly what you've been aching for, and you begin to bob your head back and forth.

The moan Minghao lets out is near perfection, and you're immediately encouraged to push more, to push deeper, to do whatever it takes to make him make that sound again. You're about to do it again before you feel your hair being tugged so that you're fully pulled off his cock. "Fuck," he chokes out, looking down at the sight of you with red, puffy lips and blown-out eyes. "Do that again," he demands, and you don't waste a second before you wrap your mouth around him and push down as far as you can. His hand is pushing at the back of your head, his soft words from above encouraging you to go harder to go deeper because you're his angel and he knows you can do it.

God, the words that are spilling out of his mouth are downright filthy but they're messing with your head and before you know it your moving your head back and forth in sync with Minghao's hips that are snapping forward slightly, causing him to batter the back of your throat. It's not the most comfortable feeling but the discomfort definitely not what you're thinking about when you hear Minghao's pants—his soft groans that escape his lips now that you've got him so desperate.

There's drool running down your chin and it's so messy but it's so hot and it has your pussy aching but you can't even think of relieving yourself—not when you can feel the vein on the understand of his dick against your tongue, not when his hand is laced in your hair with such a tight hold you think you might just pass out, not when you know he's so close to his release within minutes all because of you. "Fuck," he grunts again, snapping his hips once more, particularly harder and sloppier this time. "I'm gonna—fuck, I'll come soon."

Your jaw is aching by now but it doesn't compare to the throbbing you feel in your panties—god, you're going to go crazy. You use your hand to rub whatever of his length you can't fit in your mouth, using these last few moments to let Minghao jut his hip and shove your mouth further onto him and holy hell do you love it. You can feel it coming with the way he twitches inside your mouth and you can tell he's about to come when he pulls you off of him, before you're opening your mouth wide again, eyes silently begging him: inside my mouth.

It's like earliedirtr, when you kissed, except now it's so much more frantic, so much more ecstatic—Minghao hears your silent requests and only takes a second to push himself back into your mouth. You only need to suck once or twice before you feel it in your mouth—his cum, hot and shooting down your throat. He pulls out after that, you taking a second to swallow and then lick the glossy tip, your body filling with pride at the way you see his leg twitch.

"God—fuck," Minghao finally manages to say between sputtered breaths, "You're so hot." He pulls you up by the arm as he slips his boxers and shorts back on, placing a hand on your hip as he brings you up for a fierce kiss. Your lips are all swollen and Minghao is extra gentle with the way he runs his tongue along them, kissing you so softly you almost forget that he just face-fucked you less than a minute ago. He's pressed up against the wall right now, but takes this moment to flip you both so it's you who's leaning back.

Minghao pulls away from your lips, chuckling at the way yours chases his in the few seconds after, before connecting his lips to your neck like earlier. "Let me give you something in return, yeah?"

"Yeah," you agree, nodding dumbly the second you feel his hand slip down your shorts, ghosting over your panties.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he groans as he pressed down through your panties.

"Hao," you moan, as he rubs little circles on your clit over the fabric, "please, please, hurry." Minghao chuckles and usually you'd be embarrassed but then again, there's nothing usual about getting fingered by your roommates best friend while all of his friends are asleep in the next room over. Minghao still is going slow with you, taking an extra moment to slowly push your panties aside. You're growing so impatient, the throbbing between your legs getting so impatient, that you think you might start sobbing. "I've been so good, Hao, please? I wanna cum," you beg, meeting Minghao's eyes as you look up at him.

God, you're doing something to him, he thinks—you might just be the death of him. You just look so cute and so desperate and the way your eyes are already glossy has his dick hard again. The fact that he didn't even have to ask  you to beg for him is more than enough for a million thoughts to be racing through his mind, but in all honesty, the only thing he wants to focus on right now is making you come.

"Angel, fuck," he murmurs, into your skin, placing a kiss on your collarbone as he uses one hand to lift your shirt up to your neck so he can hold one of your tits, the other hand running through your folds so he can coat his fingers in your slit. "You wanna come?" he coos, prodding one finger at your entrance, and he thinks he might tease you a little longer but then he sees how quickly you respond and it has his resolve crumbling. He sinks is finger in and it's so long and so thick and reaches places in one go that you can't even even imagine of reaching with your own fingers.

You let out a deep sigh, instinctively grinding down on his hand so that your clit is also brushing against his palm adding to the stimulation. Minghao is gentle in the first few moments, moving his finger in and out at a steady pace before you murmur his name once more, causing him to push a second finger inside. "Oh my god, Minghao," you moan, and his eyes shoot up at yours, using the hand that was at your tits to cover your mouth.

"Quiet," he demands, as he continues to fuck you with your fingers. The sound of your wetness and his fingers against your gummy walls is echoing though the room and all you can think about is how dirty and how erotic this feels, and you moan again quietly again at the thought. Minghao's fingers still inside of you at the sound, and you feel your eyes widen and tear up once more. "Be quiet, or I'll stop," he murmurs, resuming his ministrations once he sees you nod.

"Minghao," you say quietly, throwing your head back when you feel him start to play with one of your nipples. "Feels so—so good," you hiccup, doing your best to keep quiet. He's fucking into you ruthlessly now, the pads of his fingers hitting spots you didn't even know existed, and you know your end is close by the way your vision nearly goes white. You grind against his hand harder, and Minghao picks up on the subtle movement.

"Gonna cum?" he breaths out and you don't even have it in you to say anything, your only response being your quickened movements. "C'mon angel, cum for me," he whispers into your ear and maybe it's his voice or maybe it's the way his fingers have you seeing stars or maybe it's the stimulation of your clit against his palm or maybe it's everything combined but you're cumming hard and fast within seconds around his fingers, and holy shit you think that might just be the best orgasm of your life.

You're left panting as Minghao's fingers slow down inside of you, twitching every few seconds from the overstimulation, before he's pulling them out of you and your panties completely. You want to hide your face, looking away when you realize how wet they are. "Why're you looking away?" Minghao asks, grabbing your chin so you can look at him. "It's hot," he tells you with a shrug, bringing his fingers up to your mouth, raising a brow. You're slightly embarrassed, yes, but you'd be a fool to try and deny him, opening up your mouth and suck your own wetness off him when he presses his fingers into your mouth.

After you swirl your tongue around him a few times, he pulls his hands back, replacing his fingers on your mouth with his lips, kissing you sweetly. You bring your hands up to his hair, moving your lips in unison as he places one hand on your waist, pulling your shirt back down to cover you.

"That was fun," you finally say when you're both pulling away.

"You're gonna drive me up a wall," Minghao mutters under his breath, taking a small step back. "But it was." He's silent for a moment before speaking again. "I'm gonna head back—wouldn't want anyone to wake up and find out I'm not where I supposed to be."

"You think someone would wake up?"

Minghao chuckles, and you feel those butterflies again. "You were pretty loud," he says, bringing a hand up to scratch the back of your neck.

"Whose fault is that again?" you ask.

"Dunno," Minghao says casually. "He must be super hot though."

You click your tongue as Minghao walks backward toward your door. "Hmm, I'll have to agree with that."

He smiles and kisses you hard one last time before ruffling your hair. "Sleep well angel."

a/n. not even going to bother reading this through because i'll get embarrassed. dw guys i'm working on a better hao fic soon >_<

[forbebeandjam]

Can u do pervert bada with g!p? Ur sleeping with her one night and she is tocuhing herself to you and cming on you while ur asleep

Smut this would be a masterpiece

Late Night Needs | Bada Lee g!p x Reader | +21

Summary: after a long day, you girlfriend feels needy but doesn’t want to bother you.

Word count: 1.4k

Warmings: g!p, sleep sex, self pleasing, etc. MDNI

READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED

A/N: HELLO! Double update in a day! I am still new to the whole g!p writing so I’m sorry if this not good. It might not make that much sense😣

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You and Bada had been dating for quite some time now. Needless to say, your relationship was the sweetest it could ever be. The way you interacted with each other in public was sweet and caring. 

Her friends and yours would often tease you with how sickeningly sweet you were towards each other. Her fans would admire you for being such a great friend to her. Of course, you would play along with the "friend" title because of the strange Korean views on queer people. 

But your relationship was successful in every way. Your communication, affection, and love were perfect but something that was even more perfect was the sex. 

Bada was amazing in bed and she knew just how to please you. She was your first and when you found out about the secret kept inside her pants, it made her fall in love with you all over again. It made her feel safe and loved. Her secret was safe with you. 

You always felt safe when doing it with Bada. The ways she would pleasure you in a new way each time felt amazing and it made you feel special. Loved. Wanted. 

You found yourself sitting at your desk with your head low. Your rude boss had fired you for not wanting to sleep with him. You sighed. You knew it was for the better. He was always an asshole with the women in the company and you wanted to quit but you felt bad for leaving Bada with all the responsibility. 

"I'm sorry that happened, Y/N. I'm gonna miss you," your coworker said. You smiled at her and started packing your things in a box. 

"Don't let that sick man touch you, understand?" I said and she nodded with a knowing smile. 

You headed home. You got out of the car and didn't bother bringing your belongings in. After removing your shoes, you walked to the kitchen and prepped dinner. You cleaned the house and washed the remaining dishes. 

After you finished, you noticed Bada would soon be home so you heated up dinner and went to the shower. The warm water made you feel relaxed and calm. The steam filled the bathroom and you felt the stress leave your muscles. 

You turned the water off, wrapped yourself in a towel, and headed into the bedroom. You leaned back on the bed feeling a tiny bit of stress still in you. You needed to feel better for when Bada arrived since she could sense anything that was wrong. 

So you grabbed your small vibrator and pressed it against your clit allowing the pleasure of the moment to erase the thoughts in your head. Your mouth formed an 'o' shape as you turned up the setting. It made you more sensitive and you closed your legs. You used your free hand to massage and pinch your nipples. 

Soft whines and moans escaped your mouth and you were so immersed in the pleasure, that you didn't even hear Bada arrive. She looked at you through the cracked door and bit her lips. Her member hardened at the sight and she was about to go in and help you out but you stopped your actions. 

"Gotta get ready for when Bada comes home. How am I supposed to tell her I got fired..." you mumbled loud enough for her to hear and she retracted from the door. She could see the worry in your eyes. She walked to the front door and pretended she had just arrived. 

"I'm home!" she said. You quickly put on you nightgown forgetting you underwear and rushed to meet her.

"Hey, babe. How was work?" You said in a jolly tone. 

"It was good. A bit tiring but I had fun teaching Riize. How about you? How was work today?" she asked and you faked a smile. 

"It was good. All good," you said. she sighed and you walked to the kitchen to plate her food forgetting her kiss and hug. 

She followed after you and washed her hands to sit with you at the table. She didn't ask any questions and just ate in silence. After, you washed the dishes and sat on the couch with her as soft music emerged from the TV speakers. 

You cuddled closer and she lifted your chin. She started into your eyes and you bit your lip to prevent tears from forming in your eyes. 

"I know you like the back of my hand. You're hiding something from me. What is it?" tears started to stream from your face. She kissed your cheeks. She kissed your forehead and wiped your tears away. 

"I-.... I got fired. He fired me because I didn't let him manipulate me like he wanted. I'm sorry," you buried your face in her chest and she patted your head softly. 

"You silly girl," she said as you sniffled. "Don't you know I've been wanting for you to quit for a long time now? I see the way he looks at you and I want to poke his eyes out. It's all better this way. Come on. Let's wash up and rest."

She helped you up and tucked you into bed. You read a book while she took a quick shower and an idea popped into her head. She wanted you to make your worries go away so she wanted to pleasure you. 

She wrapped up her shower but to her surprise, You were already sound asleep. She sighed in frustration as she felt her member bulge over her pants. 

"Gosh, Y/N. You drive me crazy," she said before tucking herself into bed. 

She tossed and turned but her slumber kept being interrupted by her unholy thoughts. Your little moans between sighs wouldn't help at all. She was growing more needed by the second. 

"Fuck..." she said and removed the cover from her body. Your body became exposed as well and your nightgown was now lifted. That's when she saw your exposed body. No panties on and legs sprawled on the mattress. 

"What a pretty view," she murmured as she used the hem of her fingers to trace your thigh to the entrance of your core. You moved around only exposing more of your body to her. She felt herself grow harder at the sight of your body and could not hold back any longer. 

She lowered her trousers and began to rub herself slowly. She used one hand to touch your body as the other one worked on her hard member and she bit her lips trying to prevent any sounds from her lips. 

With each touch, you became more awake but did not fully understand anything. You thought it was a dream and you were loving it. Your pussy began to drip at the steamy dream you thought you were having. 

"Bada, please fuck me," You murmured and heard a groan. That's when you realized it was not a dream. Your eyes fluttered open and you found your girlfriend in front of you touching herself as you lay in front of her with your body half-exposed. 

 A slight blush covered your cheeks as you saw Bada struggling to catch her breath but her eyes were completely locked on yours. 

"Baby... can you mh... help me?" she said and you nodded. You used your hand to lift your dress and play with your tits in a teasing way, pinching and licking for her view. 

You brought one of your hands to your wet core and dragged a finger along the lips before rubbing on the sensitive bud. Your head went back at the feeling and Bada's groans grew. Your perfect body was on display for her and her eyes were glued on your every move. 

She felt more and more sensitive with each moan that came out of your mouth. She suddenly felt herself closer and she held onto your thigh for support.

"Baby, I'm..." she said, unable to speak properly. 

"Together, love?" You said and she nodded. You sped up on your own clit and watched as Bada struggled to catch her breath with each passing second. 

"Now," you said allowing her to cum all over you. She let out a deep yet shaky breath as her hotness covered your stomach but didn't stop. She kept going and released one more time on you. You bit your lip and stood up. 

"You feel okay?" you asked as she still tried to catch her breath. Her eyes were shut close and you could tell she was struggling to open them. She weakly nodded. You cleaned up everything and yourself, helped her get dressed, and tucked her in bed. 

She seemed to be asleep again but you felt her pull you into a tight embrace. 

"I love you no matter what, okay?" she said. You chucked at her cuteness and kissed her lips softly letting slumber take you to sleep.

Thank you for reading 🩵

[meliciousmel13]

̗̗̀̀➛ O u c h !

warnings: fluff.

wc: 1500 something. Short but likeee.

SYNOPSIS: you get you wisdom teeth removed.

taglist: @guysimgay164, @madisonbeerssecretwife @bandanamatt @chrissv4mp

an: 2 fics in a row?? i'm on a roll??

also! if your worried about the fic you'll be getting on friday you'll still be getting it! this is just kind of a short thing that i've been planning for a while

madison reassured you that she would take care of you when you were on anesthesia, knowing you were worried to say some absolutely crazy secret of when you stole a candy bar from a gas station when you were 11, or something totally random that you don’t want your mom to know about. your mom was gonna drive you and madison would stay in the back seat with you. you agreed with your mom that when you turn 21 your get your wisdom teeth removed. a deal. right?

no. your 22 now and still scared as hell. because after a whole year of reassuring it was gonna be fine. it’s only 1 week that your entire face hurts.

you weren’t sure if you were doing it for the ice cream, or if it’s because of your promise. but half of the entire reason your doing this is the thought that madison would take care of you the whole time.

how her hands would softly run through your hair to put you to sleep. she already did that everyday (perks of having a great girlfriend). but when your entire face hurts and you can’t even sleep on your side, it really really helps.

you groan as you see the long line of traffic. like this day—week could get any worse, you were probably going to have to go through a gazillion traffic too.

“don’t whine.” madison giggled, patting your head that was on her shoulder, you were basically all over her—almost fully sat on her lap, probably would’ve been if it weren’t for your mom and your brother being in the same car. you had your arms around her waist and your face smudged into her shoulder.

you whine, just to spite her. your mom laughed, letting out a big airy chuckle, “this would’ve happened sooner if you weren’t so suborn.” she said, and you dig your head into madison’s neck, you and your brother made a bet that if she said ‘i told you so’ in any shape way or form you’d pay him, 15 dollars, since you were petty like that.

he turned to look at you and you shook you head, as if saying ‘not now dude, not now.’ madison looked out the window, “we’re almost there.” she said with glee, and you gave her a ‘are you serious’ look, “what? you know how funny your going be when your on anesthesia?”

“do you want me to ask your mom how you were when you got your wisdom teeth removed?” madison shook her head and you smiled, exactly.

your mom parks the car and everyone got out the car, walking towards the tall building and madison held your hand, knowing how much you hated anything hospital related, your mom was checking in with the receptionist of your appointment and you were anxiously looking around the place, it was decorated with a TV hung overhead playing cartoons and white walls and small tables littering the waiting room.

now begins the long 10 minutes of waiting for your name to get called, madison held your hand and rubbed her thumb in circles around your hand. you’ve never been more grateful to have her with you.

“y/n?” the nurse called you name and it echoed through the half empty room. you stood up and everyone followed the nurse to the doctors office, having to go up an elevator and the silence was deafening.

you walked into the office and the doctor was sat in his chair, “hi, i’m doctor stephan, i’ll be taking care of you today.” he smiled, got up and shook your hand briefly, “you can lay down here, relax, and i’ll be with you in a second.” he said, pointing at the large chair, adjusting it so you could sort of lay down on it.

its been 15 minutes now, they’ve already put you on anesthesia but it needs some time to actually start numbing your face.

“how do you feel?” you mom asked, brushing your hair back behind your ear, “s’ fine” you murmured, unable to feel your tongue.

“it’s working.” you said and madison laughed, “is it?” she tilted her head, rubbing your hips, your brother was taking incriminating photos of you while your mom was on her phone.

“when will the do it?” you ask, laying your head back on the chair and talking to no one in particular, “why are they taking so long?” you ask, again.

your brother shrugs, not even bothering to get up and ask. one of the nurses came in the room and the doctor trailed behind her. dr.stephan sat on his chair next to you and adjusted a strong white light right to your face.

the nurse said that everyone needed to get out the room, and you hugged madison briefly before she walked out.

“so, your going to be awake but you won’t feel anything alright? we’re gonna give you something to fidget with since this might take a while, about an hour.” the nurse explained and you nodded. she adjusted the chair so you were starring at the ceiling.

the operation did take an hour, but they made you feel really comfortable and it wasn’t as bad as your thought it would be, dr.stephan was now filling your mouth with gauze because your gums were literally bleeding.

they were trying to get you on the wheelchair and because your brother was there (the only reason he was there for.) he helped you get on it, you mom and madison were talking to the doctor, since he needed to give them some things to take care of your mouth. things like, gauze, medicine and his phone number if they wanted to ask any questions.

you were in the car now, your mom and brother in the front while madison was sat with you in the back. your brother was playing awful music and you wanted nothing more than for him to turn it off. or put chappell roan or anything good.

“stop that.” you said, the gauze in your mouth making your words muffle.

“stop what?” you mom asked.

“the music.”

your brother said nothing, not wanting to fight with protective madison over music, “mama, mom, mommy.” you lean over your seat and lay your head on the passenger seat.

“what?”

“what’s this,” you touch your numb tongue, and your mom shook her head, not replying, “what is itt.” you whine.

“don’t touch your mouth.” madison said, and you listened, laying back on the chair, "do you have games on your phone?” you asked, like a little kid.

“i don’t, actually.” she said, and you took her phone from her hands, browsing her apps.

“you don’t even have anything fun on your phone,” you mumbled, “Instagram, snap chat… you have snap chat?”

“mhm” she hummed.

“why.”

“because sometimes you send me stuff on there baby.” she said fondly.

“why are you calling me baby.” you said, like it was the weirdest thing ever.

“because your my girlfriend.” she laughed.

“i have a girlfriend? mom i have a girlfriend?” you asked.

“yes,” she said, “madison is your girlfriend.” she laughed, everyone was laughing.

“how did i get one.” you mumbled, “i also think about that everyday.” your brother exclaimed. being as annoying as he always was, “at least i have a girlfriend. idiot.” you said.

“madison is also a singer.” your mom said, and you gasped, “your a singer?” you whisper, looking at madison. she nodded, with a smile on her face.

“so i have a girlfriend and she’s actually cool.”

the ride was kind of not awful, you got home and your mom reminded you to shut your mouth since if you talked too much then your gums might start bleeding again, doctors orders.

madison ordered something and everyone was enjoying real food while you were stuck with water and mashed potatoes. and you couldn’t even say anything about it because the doctor said you can’t eat any food that needed chewing.

“madi.” you called out her name in the empty room, she drove back to her house and took you with her, she was in the bathroom, doing her skin routine and brushing her teeth. all you did was dress up in one of her shirts and sweatpants. she was taking an abnormally long time in the bathroom and you were sleepy, not able to sleep without her.

“yeah baby?” she peaked her head through the bathroom door.

“need you.” you said, laying back on her warm bed, and her pillows, and her smell.

“jus’ gimme a sec.” madison murmured, putting up her hair amd walking towards you, getting in bed and hugging your waist, humming.

“that should be me.” you pout.

“what’s wrong sweetheart?” madison asked, looking up at you from her comfortable position.

you shook your head and sat her up, making her lay back on the bed and switched your position, so you were on top of her. sitting on her lap, and leaning down so you could sleep with your head dug into her neck, better then sleeping alone, and on your side.

“baby,” madison laughed, “i can’t sleep if your on top of me.”

“then how do i sleep?”

she flips you both over, settling on her side, with your face still in her neck, “better?” she turned off the orange light and kissed you forehead.

“mhm.” you hum, it was better cause your cheek wasn’t touching or pressing on anything so you could sleep comfortably.

“goodnight baby.” madison mumbled. you hummed in response. leaving a small dry kiss at her neck.

[bisnes-socks]

i decided to actually monologue about finnish vowel harmony (while avoiding my real responsibilities) inspired by this post by @seokoilua so anyone wanting to learn the difference between "khaarija" and "käärijä", here goes!

disclaimer i am not a linguist or a voice teacher. just a nerd trying my best.

so that post is a great example bc you can see jere say the word "käärijä" in a very relaxed manner. the second clip is even better than the first, because he keeps his intonation very naturally finnish.

listen to his voice and look at the shape of his mouth. the Ä vowel is not a very "relaxed" vowel. that's because it is a front vowel.

finnish vowels are divided into front vowels, back vowels and neutral vowels. front vowels are: Ä, Ö and Y. back vowels are: A, O and U. neutral vowels are: E and I.

notice how front vowels kind of have like an equivalent in the back vowels. Ä and A, Ö and O, U and Y? it might feel natural to think they are similar sounds, different flavours! but no! they are not!

back vowels are called back vowels, because the sounds you produce should resonate further back in your head and even deep in your throat. they are very relaxed vowels: your jaw is relaxed and there is little to no tension. The A vowel is about as relaxed as you can get. U and O of course demand some tension in the lips and a bit in the jaw, so you can form the necessary shape with your mouth, but your jaw should still be preeeetty relaxed and your lips are forming round shapes more than anything.

now look at jere saying käärijä again. "käärijä" is not forming round shapes in the lips. front vowels bring more tension to the lips, the mouth opens to the sides much more.

front vowels are called front vowels because the voice should resonate much more to the front of your face and mouth. think almost nasal (but emphasis on the almost nasal. i'm saying this because it's a common way to understand making your voice resonate in the front of your face. you don't need to go fully nasal for front vowels.)

so, if we want to talk about what bojan does "wrong": you can't see his mouth shapes very well in the first clip, but i've noticed, in multiple videos, that he tries to say "käärijä" by opening his mouth bigger but taking his jaw down and forming round-ish lip shapes. he is mimicking an A vowel but trying to make it Ä by adding some sort of twang. he gets close when he mimics jere's voice and accent, but have you ever noticed that his jere imitation is more nasal than jere actually is? bojan seems to be trying to pull the vowels he knows naturally into a nasal placement, because i'm sure he can hear that jere's placement is different - he just hasn't grasped the nuance.

and this here is why generally speaking, in finnish, front vowels and back vowels don't go together. it's käärijä and not käärija, because it couldn't be käärija. käärija would be very difficult to say to a finnish person, because to jump from a long ÄÄ to a short A would mean having to adjust your vocal placement really quite radically. (the exceptions to the rule are compound words and loan words, for reasons. sorry to tell you this.)

so bojan's solution is some sort of a half way placement that he makes more nasal depending on how funny he wants to sound, i guess lmao. HOWEVER i think he has improved and sometimes gets very close, but in the Ruisrock clip a finnish person can definitely hear that his Ä vowels are just a tad off. that's because they are a bit too round and a bit too "in the mouth" - like an A with an accent, not a clean Ä. (btw "in the mouth" is a very neutral vowel placement, used for E and I in finnish.)

final thing: i know some of these things can be hard to hear and hard to see, because finnish is not a super expressive language vocally. it's quite... low key and monotone even. but if you want to learn the differences in vowels, i might suggest doing them exaggerated first to find the placement and then toning them down to make them flow easier.

and anyone with actual proper expertise on the matter, feel free to jump in!

[saprozoicworm]

Hey!!!! I just wanted to ask if u could share ur process when drawing full bodies,,, like the sketch or something. I really love your style o think my problem is I make poses too detailed and technical and I don’t just let them flow, so seeing how u structure things could really help me

I love ur art sosososo much!! I hope u have a wonderful day

i, too, struggle with making poses too stiff,, but i shall share my process and what i try to do to mitigate that

(uh long post ahead so im gonna put a break)

so here are two poses from my most recent post (i wanted to include the one on the right bc i like the sketch)

a huge thing i try to do and practice is just getting down the shapes especially with this one. i tried to be very loose with it uhm i have a hard time describing my process but getting the general shape and feel of a pose is what you wanna go for

a little older of a drawing but it shows my usual process

uh again i focus a lot on the general shape and feel, trying not to make my lines too stiff, and then the 2nd sketch and then the line work (which i make angular bc it feels more decisive)

what i practice to help with this sort of thing are poses (ofc) and line confidence,, i find that having more intent behind my lines makes them flow a little better idk

a great resource for practicing poses is line-of-action.com ,, i usually give myself 60 seconds to try and get the pose down before moving on and i do that for maybe 10 minutes,, its a good warm up and can help with getting more used to full body drawings (you can use other reference images as well, they don't need to be from that site)

i also look at artists/art i like and the shapes used in their art which helps me to breakdown my own stuff

for line confidence i know that drawing traditionally with a pen helps,, i also just tried to use more of my arm when drawing and think a little more about my lines,, ive read that making your lines faster helps too

i hope that was informative idk what im doing really but i hope this is helpful in some way

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

nsfw alphabet with claire

A is for aftercare - Claire is super proactive in terms of aftercare. She’ll ask you if you want something to drink or a snack, and when you tell her “oh, it’s fine, I can get it myself”, she’s already downstairs grabbing you a glass of water. Like, the question was rhetorical. She’s taking care of you whether you like it or not.

B is for body part - Claire likes her own tits, but not more than she likes yours. Like, hers are perfectly shaped and mid-size, and she knows they look good. But, she’s a tits woman - ALL sizes, shapes, colors, she wants them.

C is for cum - With Claire, it really depends on what her partner wants. It doesn’t really matter who cums when or how because it’s gonna happen more than once with her (as long as you’re able because she won’t push you further than your limits). So long as her partner isn’t overstimulated, she’s not stopping until they cum.

D is for dirty secret - Once (similar to Jill), Claire stole Chris’ boyfriend, but it was an accident.

E is for experience - Claire actually has a fair amount of experience (a lot of it was from her college years). When she gets older, she tends to be less into one night stands or friends with benefits situations, she’d prefer to be in a relationship.

F is for favorite position - She likes to be on top, like, riding the strap or the dick is her jam.

G is for goofy (silly or serious during sex) - Claire might make a flirtatious joke occasionally during sex or if something silly happens, instead of letting you get embarrassed, she’d make a joke to lighten the mood.

H is for hair - Claire likes to shave it all off. She would get a bikini wax for a special occasion but in general, she’d prefer to shave it herself because she thinks getting a professional wax is an unnecessary expense.

I is for intimacy - With a long-term partner, she can definitely be intimate. Vulnerability is something that’s important to her. It’s not just sexual either, she loves to (especially after sex) lay in bed naked with you and tell each other personal stories. She’s very willing to open up with someone she trusts. 

J is for jack off - Probably does it an average amount, but has high-quality vibrators (she will use them on you, too).

K is for kink - I think she would enjoy blindfolding a partner, and could maybe tie them up (but only if they wanted it). She could also be convinced into letting you do it too.

L is for location - She prefers to do it at home because she has her toys there and can do more physically in terms of positions.

M is for motivation - I feel like her mind would wander and she’d remember something that you two did together and would be unable to focus on anything else until she got to see you and re-enact that memory.

N is for no (what she wouldn't do) - She doesn’t like spit, and isn’t into degradation (at least, she wouldn’t like to be degraded, but could maybe be convinced to degrade you a little bit if you wanted it).

O is for oral - Both. It’s equal for her. Loves to give and receive. Would 69 despite the complexities of that position. 

P is for pace - I think she’s into medium to fast paced sex. If you’re on top, she’ll let you control the pace, but if she’s on top, she would probably speed things up.

Q is for quickie - Yes, she likes them, though prefers them at home. If either one of you has to leave the house soon, she’d love the challenge of trying to fuck before you have to go.

R is for risk - While she’s definitely into trying new things, I don’t think she likes to do things that could get anyone injured or arrested. 

S is for stamina - Has great stamina. I think she could cum quickly/make you cum quickly, but then would want to go for another round.

T is for toys - Queen of toys. Loves using them when she’s by herself, but also likes to use them on you, especially if she can use a vibrator in conjunction with her mouth/hand. 

U is for unfair (how much she teases) - I think she’d tease you in public - sending you a sexy text, whispering something in your ear, “accidentally” touching you.

V is for volume - She’s kind of loud, but her moans are really pretty.

W is for wild card (random headcanon) - Claire has had threesomes before and really enjoyed them. As much as she loves being with someone monogamously, she’s not overly possessive because she trusts you. So, if you’d be into bringing someone else into the bedroom, she’d think it’d be really hot to have both her and the other person pleasure you. 

X is for x-ray (what she's got under those clothes) - Women are gorgeous. I do think she has round tits that are even, though, so I will give you that much.

Y is for yearning - She definitely thinks about you and will text you/call you to remind you that. She’d be like “thinking of you” with a kissing face emoji (gen x behavior), and then send you a sexy pic.

Z is for zzz -  She likes to fall asleep at the same time after doing some aftercare and having a late night chat.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Growing Pains

Part 1 (ft. Riddle and Silver) I Part 2 (ft. Trey and Kalim) I Part 3 (ft. Jade and Lilia) I Part 4 (ft. Deuce and Jamil) I Part 5 (ft. Malleus and Ruggie) | Part 6 (ft. Cater and Rook) | Part 7 (ft. Sebek and Floyd) | Part 8 (ft. Ace and Idia)

In which Gordon Ramsay-kun is isekai’d into Twisted Wonderland. Part Food Wars, part Hell’s Kitchen, all Master Chef—Night Raven College isn’t ready to take on this Michelin Star celebrity!!

This time, two stubborn rebels enter the kitchen! With Epel chasing the greatness of growing up, he gets ensnared in a scheme that Leona responsible is responsible for. Gordon’s definitely got his work cut out for him!! Can he truly connect with this strong-minded duo?

Why does Leona’s chef jacket look like it’s straining to keep his chest contained in like every fan art I see 😭 I'm happy that Epel gets to take Master Chef at the same time as his Magift Club Captain... He gets to hang out with his cool senpai one last time before I smush him into Epelsauce for pointing out L*ona's charm 🤡 (P.S. I totally believe that GR is a role model L*ona could benefit from…)

Imagine this…

Raising a saucer to his lips, Epel sipped, allowing a mildly sweet flavor to flatten across the tongue. Warmed on a low flame, the milk concoction was warm, but still thick and creamy. Nothin' beats full fat milk fresh off the farm, he noted, licking his lips.

Epel let out an excited whoop as he slammed his saucer down. "Hoo-WHEE! That's sum good stuff!!"

A groan sounded from another counter.

"Oi, frosh. Keep it down over there," Leona groused. He fiddled with his hair, sweeping back loose strands that hung free from his ponytail. The rest of his mane--and his lion ears--were uncomfortably crammed under a chef's hat.

"O-Oh, sorry!" Epel hurriedly apologized, giving a brief bow to his club captain. When he straightened again, he couldn't avoid taking note of his upperclassman's strong build.

Though the duo were in similar uniforms, Leona wore his very differently than Epel. He slouched slightly, yet the warm yellow of his jacket fit him like a glove, easily conforming to the shape of his muscled body. By comparison, Epel was smaller and far less shapely. A twinge of sadness pulled in his chest.

Standing the two side-by-side, they were like lion and kitten. One regal and confident, the other meek and weak.

Epel furiously shook his head. He smacked both of his cheeks to wake himself up. Chin up, Epel! Take this chance to learn how you can be more like Leona-senpai...!

He glanced over at the various bowls littering Leona’s workstation.

I wonder what he’s making…? It must be something cool.

The beastman hovered over them, glancing over the contents of each bowl lackadaisically. Plump blueberries, granulated sugar, extract that smelled strongly of vanilla, gelatin powder. And, of course, the star of the show: milk.

Leona grimaced, lifting the white liquid up. Milk sloshed lazily around in its bowl, lapping against his thumb. He took a cursory sniff, but didn’t look impressed.

As Leona was returning the milk back to its place, Epel jumped. "U-Um...!!"

"What, you got something to say?" Leona raised a brow. "Then spit it out."

"Well..." Epel nervously twiddled his thumbs. “That’s heavy cream... It’s rich-tasting and has high fat content, so it’s good for creamy dishes. With the sugar and the fruit, are you making a dessert of some kind? Maybe a milk pudding or something…”

“Hmmmm.”

A slow and catty glint rose to Leona’s eyes. He leaned forward, scrutinizing the humble farmer boy.

“So you’ve got a real knack for this kind of thing.”

“Eh, I guess so? I’m used to helping my family and neighbors back in Harveston with produce quality control. It comes naturally to me.”

“Great. Take care of this for me then.” Leona plunked down the bowl of blueberries in his junior’s hands. Epel blinked—but before he could protest, Leona continued. “You’ve got a real talent. It’d be a waste for you not to show it off to the Chef.”

“I don’t know…” Epel casted a curious look at their mentor, who had been observing them from a quiet corner of the kitchen. Gordon returned the gaze, as if sensing trouble afoot.

“Besides, I’m counting on you too,” Leona added, a hand on Epel’s shoulder.

His heart leapt in anticipation. “You are?!”

“Yeah. Even with my nose, I just don’t have the chops for this line of work. Must be my delicate princely constitution. That’s why I’m putting my faith in you.” Leona suddenly frowned. “Was I wrong to?”

“N-No, Leona-senpai!!” Epel hurriedly insisted. “You can definitely leave it to me! I’ll make sure the ingredients we use are the best we have!”

“That’s what I like to hear.” The lion’s smile was sly. "Okay, knock yourself out. I’m going to be taking a nap. Don’t bother me until you’ve checked everything in the pantry over… twice.”

“Aye-aye, captain!!”

With that, Leona sauntered off with a casual, self-assured swagger. Gordon was wiping his hands off on a clean dish rag when he passed. They silently met each other’s eyes, Leona passing along a triumphant smirk.

The head chef automatically got a bad feeling.

Kingscholar must have said something to him. Right, I’ll get to the bottom of this.

While Leona had pulled out a chair and hunkered down in it, Gordon made his way over to Epel. He was now eagerly inspecting a pile of sugar, seemingly picking through individual granules by sifting them around with a finger.

"What are you doing over here, my darling?" Gordon asked, his tone kept friendly—a voice he reserved for children, not arrogant adults.

“Chef!” Epel proudly saluted. “I’m making sure the ingredients are good to go!”

“That’s all fine and dandy, but why’s he sittin’ this one out?” Gordon jabbed an accusatory thumb in Leona’s direction. (He resembled a grumpy street cat.)

“I’m doing Leona-senpai’s share too!”

“You don’t think he should be responsible for looking over his own ingredients?” Gordon huffed. Or suspect that he’s blowing smoke up your ass?

“But really trusts me to do this for him.” Epel laid a hand on his chest. His expression was positively glowing, his cheeks appled. “He has confidence in my abilities!! And I trust him to guide me. Leona-senpai has never steered me wrong before!”

Gordon instantly recognized the emotion: pure admiration.

“… You look up to him, don’t you?”

“Yup!! He’s the man I wanna be! Smart, cool, brave, tall, muscly…! I’ve been chugging tons of milk in my free time to make sure I’m getting all the vitamins and minerals I need to catch up to him.”

Is that why I saw him trying to shotgun an entire gallon of milk straight from the jug?! Gordon rubbed at his aching temples.

There was a soft grunt that grounded him again.

“… But it’s not enough to just be physically strong," Epel mumbled. "I can’t just drink milk and call it a day. It’s also important to have a strong spirit too, cuz the heart's also a muscle!"

The first year offered a hopeful grin, a hand set on his bicep. “Leona-senpai has that sort of strength. If I want to be able to stand on the same level as him, I have to give it my all when it comes to training!”

A strong body and spirit…

Yet when he looked at Leona, what Gordon saw first was a broken man forsaking his future. A shell of a person. Was he able to be salvaged? To lead?

Gordon reconsidered. His perspective and Epel’s—whose judgment was clouded? Or was neither quite the full truth?

“… Thanks for that. I’m going to speak with him now. You keep up what you’re doing. Best of luck, love.”

The response he received was bright and resolute.

“Yes, Chef!”

“I bet you must think you’re bloody brilliant.”

The accusation was as stiff as cream whipped into peaks. It cut cleanly—but not quite though Leona’s wit.

He snorted, hardly budging from his recline. “The kid's good at assessing the quality of food. Why keep him back from reaching his full potential?”

“So are you. I know a food critic when I see one,” Gordon said sharply. “And don’t give me that ‘I can’t do it’ bull crap. I thought we were over this already.”

Leona’s laughter was like the roiling thunder of an approaching storm. “I work smarter, not harder, herbivore. Are you sure you’re an instructor? It sounds to me like you have some learning to do on your students.”

"I know plenty—and I know you're better than this." Gordon gestured at him.

"Afraid not," Leona purred, the sarcasm coming off of his words in lazy waves.

Rotten to the core. Spoiled from the start. Shattered, unable to be reassembled. A rebel of the savanna, impossible to tame. All the things people whispered about him behind his back and to his face.

His hand instinctively snaked to the scar that threaded his left eye. "... It's just as the rumors say, teach."

Ugly truths. Evil, harm, destruction—that's all he would ever amount to, all that he was capable of.

There’s no hope left for me. No light of another day. No tomorrows.

Leona turned away, forcing an end to the conversation. He had nothing more to say, and didn't expect anything more out of the chef either.

Then came the hands upon his shoulders, the grip like a vice. Gordon grabbed him, thrusting his face close to Leona’s.

"Don't you talk like that,” the chef hissed with a deathly quiet, “not in my kitchen.”

“Yeah? If you’re so pissed, then banish me from your kingdom,” Leona taunted. His breath was hot with anger, but he bore no claws.

Always the outcast, never the king.

“Not in your life.” Gordon released him, a slight shove back into the seat the third year occupied.

“You’ve already made your judgment of me. Why hold back on acting on it?”

With a slight glare, the chef folded his arms and stared down at him. “For one, you’re deliberately being a jackass to get out of the coursework. For another…”

Gordon nodded towards Epel’s station. “… there’s him.”

“Epel? You might as well dedicate your manpower to him. He’ll need it, the little tyke.”

“He thinks you’re someone to aspire to. But here you are, acting like you’re not.” Gordon narrowed his eyes. “You know what I think? I think the least you could do is respect the kid’s efforts by pitching in—and have some respect for yourself while you’re at it. The kid’s looking up to you. You can try to look up to yourself too, or his hopes are for nothing.”

“He chose to follow me. That decision—and its consequences—are on him.”

“You can’t keep doing this,” Gordon growled. “It’s not just him. Your entire dorm—”

“It’s different,” Leona snapped back. “We’re not the same. They’ve got futures ahead of them. They can afford to be hopelessly blinded by its light.”

Unlike me.

The silence that followed was stifling and thick. It was a reduction left too long on the stove, boiled down to concentrated, palpable self-hatred.

Gordon’s mouth was a tight line. Not a frown, not a glower. Just a neutral line.

"... You remind me of myself when I was younger. Full of vinegar and piss," he grunted at last. Gordon slapped a palm against his knee. "Used to dream of being a footballer. Then had an injury so bad it crushed those dreams before I could recognize it.

"I didn't start taking the culinary arts seriously until 19. You're 20 now, Kingscholar. If there was a chance for an arrogant little lug head like me, then there's a chance for you too. It's not too late."

"Then you're an old fool," Leona spat. To try all your life at something, only to be kicked down every time. "No sob story will ever change what we are."

Gordon faced Epel, his back to Leona. "... I've had a lot of successes. I have that success because I've had failures. I've learned from them. Our scars don't have to define us. We can become better than that. Grow from them.”

"What? Am I meant to be won over by those paltry sentiments?"

"You think whatever you damn well like," Gordon retorted. "If you need me, I'll be helping Felmier. Otherwise, waste the rest of your class time for all I care."

Then he was gone.

Leona shifted in his seat. He regarded the chef with an eerie quiet—the same kind of quietness that pervaded a lion stalking its prey. Weighing the options, assessing what he was up against.

An herbivore. Just a simple-minded, stubborn herbivore. He had been talking out of his ass, trying to act as if he knew—as if he understood him.

Annoyance curdled into a blunt anger.

“Our scars don't have to define us.”

Damn it.

“We can become better than that. Grow from them.”

Damn it...!

Leona bared his teeth, his hands curled into fists.

Familiar frustration flooded him. Helplessness, despair. And a bit of a feeling he had long since renounced.

Hope.

“... Tch.” Leona raked a hand through his hair. “Light a fire under my tail, why don’t you?”

Epel was halfway through inspecting the blueberries when one was plucked straight out of the bowl. Leona tossed it into his mouth, spearing the berry on his canines. A sweet tartness flooded his taste buds.

"... It's fine for the panna cotta," he declared languidly.

Epel startled at his senior's sudden appearance. Beside the first year, Gordon held his breath.

"L-Leona-senpai?! But I thought you were going to rest...?"

"Yeah, well. I got tired of that. Figured I might as well find something else to do to pass the time." Leona cocked his head back, his grin self-assured. "... Got room for one more?"

"I'd be happy to welcome you." Gordon stepped back, allowing Leona to claim his rightful place at an open counter. "... Good to have you back with your head in the game, Kingscholar."

"Hmph. Don't get used to it." He picked up a tool laid out on the table—an ice-cream scooper—and twirled it between dextrous fingers. “I’m a precocious child, so I’ll need an instructor that can keep me engaged.”

“You’re acting cocky for someone who was refusing to play ball a while ago.” Gordon groaned. “… Fine then. You’re on. Just for that, I’m not going to go easy on you.”

“Excuse me, Chef!” The protest came from Epel, who had abandoned the blueberries. “Please go hard on me too!! I can handle it!!”

Leona snorted. “You sure about that, squirt? You never know how mean the big, scary teacher might be.”

“Yes! I want to work together with you, Leona-senpai! Then I can become as strong as you are.”

As strong as I am… Something in his chest sank. Was he truly?

Leona dispelled the doubt with a sigh. Aaah, how annoying. He’s looking at me with those big, sparkling eyes. Why are kids like this?

So fixated on the future and the people who would lead them to it.

He softened.

"... Yeah, sure. Let's just get this over with. The sooner, the better."

Gordon nodded approvingly.

Until the day where I can comfortably stand where you are… wait for me. I’ll meet you there.

[sea-you-in-paradise]

♡  a o t   l o v e   l a n g u a g e s  ♡

summary - attack on titan characters’ love languages 

word count - 2.217

setting - any! (canonverse, modern au, etc)

features - armin, connie, eren, hange, jean, levi, mikasa, reiner, & sasha

genderneutral!reader

warnings - none

a r m i n 

expresses his love through quality time. armin goes through life feeling like there are never enough hours in the day. he just has so much stuff to get done that tasks get pushed off because he overbooks himself. since his time is so valuable, blocking out time for you and planning how you should spend it is not something that he takes lightly. this doesn’t mean that every date is extravagant, he just wants to show you how important you are to him. he does his best to put effort into thinking of something you could enjoy together, even if it’s just reading in near silence. always shows up. you are a top priority.

armin needs words of affirmation to feel loved. he has a hard time believing that he is deserving of good things, armin really appreciates reassurance. hearing you, someone he has so much admiration and care for, insist that he matters reminds him that maybe, he is worthy afterall. tell him how lucky you are to have him in your life. armin is one of a kind and should be appreciated for it. “simple” affirmations are important too; “that sweater looks great on you,” “i missed you today,” etc. remind him that he is so, so loveable.

*bonus* - armin could tear up at an act of service from a friend. he is always willing to help with whatever you need, even if deep down, he doesn’t really feel like it. like i said, he always shows up. the moment you show up for him without him needing to ask is the moment he feels important. you could literally just pay attention to how much he is working/studying and making tea accordingly. he’ll never forget about it. 

c o n n i e

is all about gift giving. but not because he spends all his time/money on it. he just finds shit that he thinks you would like and gives it to you. expect to acquire a (genuinely interesting) rock collection. he would have specific reasoning as to why he picks each one, like if they’re shiny or heart-shaped. 100% picks wildflowers for you whenever he sees one. if he gets bored and there’s paper nearby, he’ll make “origami” (he can make the basic swan and then everything else is up to interpretation). also buys some smaller items when he’s just out and about, but he goes all out on important occasions. rarely gets you food despite buying it for sasha though. 

connie wants to hear words of affirmation. tell this man every single positive thought you’ve ever had about him. this might cause him to make some jokes at your expense, like teasing you for being “all obsessed” with him, but hearing such thoughtful things coming out of your mouth gives him the much needed reminder that people care about him. you care about him. there’s a reason he makes so many jokes, and it is not (just) because he is a funny guy.

*bonus* - connie likes having physical touch in his friendships. he just wants to platonically hold hands on walks with his friends (Jean has slapped his hand away more than once). he wants greeting and goodbye hugs whenever you have plans to hang out. expect him to give you hair ruffles/head pats and playful shoulder punches. he wants you to take turns giving each other hand massages. he’s also down if you ever need a piggyback ride, but keep in mind that he’s expecting one in return.

e r e n

is a quality time guy. eren is a fan of deep conversations. can these get depressing sometimes? yes. is that one of his favorite things about them? also yes. if you can handle that shit, then he knows you’re the one for him. he is a small talk hater, and if you’re taking the time to understand his deepest, darkest thoughts and let him in on yours without making light of it, he’ll feel very connected to you. of course, no one can keep that up all the time and while he isn’t a fan of small talk, he likes really bizarre hypotheticals, comfortable silence, and head scratches.

eren is so grateful when you lend him a hand. this man is by no means lazy, but he is 110% a procrastinator when it comes to any practical facet of his life. he’ll be so focused on doing his tasks for work that his home is just a total wreck and it never seems to get better on its own. to be frank, he would not notice if you helped him with a little bit of everything. but if you helped him with one specific task, like doing his dishes or making him a grocery list, he would be elated. of course, he would never use the word “elated” or allow his face to show that emotion, but it would relieve a lot of his stress when he gets home. please remind him that every task is an accomplishment, no matter how small. 

h a n g e

is dying to get their hands on you. take that any way you want. scientifically, romantically... very romantically. there’s lots to experiment with. all jokes aside, hange is a physically affectionate person with most people (probably more so if she wasn’t friends with levi and erwin, the least physically affectionate duo ;-;), but mostly in a proximity sense. like, they’re the kind of person who comes to sit beside you on the sofa and their thigh is basically on top of yours they’re so close. they also get closer when they talk to you, like if you back up, you will end up walking backwards to the other side of the room by the end of the convo. but in a relationship, hange is three times more intense. expect them to actually sit on you when you’re on the couch. hugs when they’re super excited, forehead kisses when they’re sleepy, shoulder rubs after long days. if you’re sitting in a chair, they’ll come up behind you and wrap their arms around you

hange loves that you spend time listening to them. to have a successful relationship with hange, the key is paying attention. they have a lot to talk about and they need someone who will not only listen, but expand upon what they’re saying. if you demonstrate even an ounce of critical thinking on one of the subjects of their interest, expect hange to be visibly excited. they will shake you by the shoulders with excitement before taking your face in their hands and calling you smart and looking in your eyes, and- well, the rest is up to you.

j e a n

jean wants to spoil you. he thinks you deserve nice things and he wants to be the one to provide them. as someone who has always yearned for a taste of luxury, he feels that the best way to show his love is sharing that taste. he wants to take you to fancy dinners, buy you flowers every time you’re feeling down, and take you shopping (he totally loves it when you try on outfits for him. he gets all blushy, but plays it “cool” ofc). and if he’s really in his feels, he might even draw a little something for you. pretty please put it in a special place in your home.

jean feels closest to you when you’re touching. he feels like there’s nothing quite as intimate as being physically close to someone (hence why he’s quick to slap connie for trying to initiate platonic hand holding). knowing that you want him close to you, so close that you have to touch him, makes jean feel important. he seeks comfort in your hugs and kisses, knowing they provide a level of safety and compassion he can only get from being near you. there’s something very exclusive about it for him.

l e v i

loves through acts of service. his acts are often masked by what some (levi included) might deem as “ulterior motives.” for example, washing/ironing your clothes because he didn’t feel like having dirty/wrinkled clothes around. mostly cleaning service tasks: something like brushing the dirt off the soles of your shoes or organizing your drawers (says he has a thing about privacy, until it comes to cleaning). he assumes that you’ve never had any organizational system in the first place. he will not explain the new system to you. he thinks it’s obvious. but sometimes, when you don’t wake up to him reordering your stuff, you wake up to a cup of tea or a plate of toast. be sure not to make a big deal out of it though or he’ll get embarrassed and "misplace” your birth certificate next time he’s cleaning.

levi secretly craves words of affirmation. frankly, “words of affirmation” might even be a stretch for what he desires most. he doesn’t need to be told how good he is at his job or how much others care about him. he wants you to pick up on little things about him that he hasn’t even realized. tell him if you like the way he pronounces a certain word or how lovely he looks while he’s focusing on the newspaper. he doesn’t let people get close to him easily, so by approaching your position as his partner with such attention to detail, you’re reminding him that he made the right decision letting you in. not even levi is immune to compliments.

*bonus* - levi’s friendship love language is quality time. let’s face it. the only way you’re getting close to levi is if you spend a lot of time together. the problem is actually getting that quality time with him. for levi, this would usually mean doing independent tasks like reading or doing paperwork together. also, doing group tasks (cleaning, cooking, etc) in comfortable silence. being friends with levi is the definition of being alone together. perhaps when you get really close you can have a little conversation with your tea. 

m i k a s a

will jump at the chance to perform an act of service. she loves to feel helpful, and since emotions aren’t something she is super comfortable expressing, she finds that assisting you with your day-to-day tasks is a good way to show she cares. she especially likes helping out with physical activities. after years of hanging around armin, she knows how vulnerable they can be, so it’s her own special cheat code. besides, she likes that her strength is useful for a variety of reasons.

mikasa feels seen when you gift her something. the fact that you saw something and thought of her makes her happy beyond comparison. mikasa’s typically focused mind will definitely wander to giddy little thoughts of you. how often do you think of her? what kinds of things would you like? what can she do to make you know that she cares? she’ll try to center herself, but part of her is glad to have something so wonderful to be distracted by. gifts are never wasted on her. she will treasure whatever you get her, even if it’s not something she would typically buy herself.

r e i n e r

loves spending quality time together. honestly, he just wants to talk. reiner wants to know your thoughts on everything. he wants you to play with his hair while he lays his head in your lap as you tell him about your day. he gives (somewhat) good advice and always remembers small details. he views the people you tell him about like characters and gets invested in your stories.

reiner is eternally grateful for the acts of service you perform. putting out his slippers in the morning, making him a plate for dinner, asking if he needs anything while you’re up/out. he also views the anticipation of his needs as a huge act of service. for example, if he tells you that he doesn’t need anything, but you come back with a blanket because he looked cold, reiner will never stop thinking about it... or you.

s a s h a

will hype you up with words of affirmation. it’s not even something she does super intentionally, and frankly, her encouragement is not something that she provides exclusively for her partner. however, every time sasha has something nice to say about you, she will say it. and since you two are together, she has a lot of really nice things to say. she has a feeling personality, so of course she’s going to gush over you! plus, she thinks that the way you react is really cute and she wants to keep seeing the look on your face as often as possible.

sasha feels appreciated when you perform acts of service. obviously this woman will go feral if you cook her food. that is no secret. but she will also be completely enamored with you if you help her out with other things as well. fold her laundry?? sasha is raving about it for a week. offer to brush her hair? she will give you little kisses all over your face. for sasha, devoting your time and effort is the kindest thing someone could do.

[ebonyslasher]

Spicy Alphabet: Billy Loomis

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Billy lies on the bed, cuddling your perfect self after. Don't let his relaxed condition fool you, he's going to have deep conversations coming through.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Billy: His eyes are beautiful and powerful. Often stares at his eyes in the mirror. They had the perfect eyelash length and shape. He could put anyone he was attracted to in a trance.

You: Boobs. He loves a great set of boobs to rub his hands on and put his face in. The round flesh sitting on top of your chest is so pretty. The brown areolas resting on them are his favorite. Cute nipples poking out just greeting him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He has an average amount of cum. He has a better diet than Stu, so his cum has a neutral taste. He loves to see you swallow it

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Billy really really wants to watch you get a pap smear done (if you have a vagina). Cervixes look beautiful to him. He will buy a speculum to see what it looks like before and after sex.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Experienced. Have you seen him? There are a few things he's good in, but others he hasn't tried before

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Standing missionary

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Neutral. He'll chuckle at a few reactions and sounds.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Billy's curly hair is groomed

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Not at first, but once the relationship progresses he becomes more romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Almost as often as Stu, however he won't have a whole marathon. He'd rather wait for you to be available.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Joint murder, forced voyeurism, phone sex, almost getting caught, bloodplay, knifeplay, facefucking, and more.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom. Bathroom. Maintenance closets.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Acting coy makes him want to chase you. Making out in front of others. Palming his dick. Looking like a bimbo.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything too nasty. Don't cut his face. Not into slapping or punching.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Receiving. He will give, but it won't be long. Gives standard frat white boy head tbh.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Interchanges between slow and fast. He's very good at giving a solid pace.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Very fond of bathroom and closet quickies. Billy had been walking around campus looking for a good maintenance room to bang in.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Little cuts on his and your skin? No problem. A little blood is an aphrodisiac to him. Choking until you pass out? He knows how to do that correctly. And he teaches you to return the favor while he's jerking off. He's a bit risky.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Standard. He'll need time to recharge. Sometimes, he can go back to back. Limit is 3 times

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Eh…

He's okay with watching you use them on yourself. He doesn't care for them outside of that. Unless you include knives as a toy? Then he's into that. Also, a speculum would be nice….

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Whole existence is a tease. This is the one aspect he's an expert in. Billy will verbally tease you, especially before he bottoms you out. Being physically teasing is on the table too. He wants you to whine for it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

His moans are soft and low. Can easily be missed if you're moaning loud. But! He will get loud and whiny if you hit a particular spot.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Billy kidnapped the one bitch who would talk shit about you. Always behind your back, but never to your face. They would be sugar sweet in your present, then turn peppery sour once you left. Horribly made lemon pepper wings type sour. Said that you didn't deserve a guy like him. He couldn't stand them.

Tears stained the patch of duct tape covering their mouth. They tried to vigorously escape the captivity of the chair placed in front of your bed. But, thankfully, they failed. Billy, in his ghost face fit, had you fuck him in front of them. Start to finish. You were in control of everything. Including the aftercare of cutting the dickheads' skin off, starting with their face. You and Billy made out over the skinned corpse.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Slightly over average. Near 6"

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Moderate

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

{Billy} [You]

"Do you think WW1 happened in an alternate universe? Like is it something that was destined to happen?"

"......."

".......what you think?"

"...I just feel like tons of people really can't get along like that, so it's inevitable."

"Right?!"

Deep conversations afoot, he's not sleeping. Even if there's isn't an existential discussion, he still stays up to go do something else once your comfortable.

[owlight]

Hello :D you are a lovely writer I was wondering if I could request Zoro Sanji and Law reacting to their gn s/o asking if they would still love them as a worm thank you:)

UR a Lovely anon !!!

Thank u for requesting this 😔🫶 an honor to have this request finely arriving on my doorsteps

Warnings: Wormy business

Zoro ,Sanji ,Law reacting to Thier gn S/o asking them " would you still love me if I was a worm?"

Zoro

You were sitting next to him ,both relaxing as the ship sail ,it was a sweet moment for you two ,Zoro was falling asleep slowly and you were thinking of something that's been bothering you since a while "hey Zoro? " You poke his side to gain his attention,Zoro open his eye to look at you " what?" He asks as he yawn "can I ask you a question?" You ask him as you fidget with your fingers a bit nervously,you have a sheepish smile on your face " eh..yeah sure , what's wrong?" You smile at him

" would you still love me if I was a worm?" You ask him with all seriousness in your voice and eyes

....

" what ?" He sits up as he isn't sure if he even heard you right " would you still love me if I was a worm?" You ask again more serious than he ever seen you before ,Zoro looks at you up and down as he put a finger on his chin "...a talking worm? Like a full sized you as a worm? Still as strong as you are now? Your same personality? if that's the case then yes" he answer you honestly,you smile " aw but I meant like a normal worm Zoro!"

" probably not, would use you as a fish bait if we needed it"

" HEY "

You did catch him off guard but for sure he would still love you if you were a worm-human creature ,but if you were a normal worm,he would keep you as fishing bait

Doesn't understand why are you mad about him using you as fish bait ,Like You would be a worm ,u still gotta be useful for the crew 😔

Let's say he didn't get any more cuddles for the rest of that day

Sanji

" would you still love me if I was a-" Sanji cuts you off fast with a fast " yes 100% my love " you huff as you mumble" I didn't even finish Sanji! " Sanji hold your hand with great gentleness as he start talking , there's sparkles all around him as he speak " I see no point of continuing,I would love you no matter what Sugar! I would lay my life for you, I would love you if you were a beast ,a frog ,a beetle, you're my sweetheart,my treasure,my everytime,please never doubt my love for you,I would love you no matter what my Beauty,my Lovely (y/n) " he tells you with full confident and love in his eyes and voice as he continues to praise you and say how much he will love you no matter what shape or form you might take ,You only sighs,you should known better he will make it into a speech

He fr would love you as a worm and would tell you he would put you in the perfect soil and give you good vegetables and Worship your wormy self

Would make you never question his love for you even though you never did,you just wanted to mess with him

Let's hope you are ready for a whole week of him telling you he would still love you as a fish ,crab,cat a zombie...you had it coming

Law

" Hey law-" you get cuts off quickly by law giving you a fast "No I won't unless I am a worm too then yes " he tells you flatly,you stare at him and he doesn't even glance as you as he read the book in his hands " you didn't even let me finish" you pout as you cross your arms " you asked everyone on the submarine if they would still be your friend and love you if you were a worm,I Assume you were going to ask me now , I'm right yo?" He give you a glance as he tells you that ,you huff loudly " fuck You " you stumble out the room in frustration,Law only sighs,you really need to get to the mainland,your new questions are making him question his taste for sure

He would love you if he was a worm too but it's unclear if he would love you if he wasn't a worm ,ngl relationship red flag you should dump him

Penguin literally said he would love you if you were a worm and He would give you good soil ,Law have new standards to meet

He later will tell you that he will love you as a worm only because Bepo told him he caught you planning his downfall by adding bread to his dinner ,He is in your good side...for Now

[toruro]

I refreshed my dash at a great time lmao. Could I please request prompt number 55 from the prompt list with Minghao?

(I swear this is not to torture you lmao. If it makes you feel any better, this'll likely put me through it too lol.)

[22:34]

pairing. x. minghao x reader

tags. smut (18+), vibrators, pet names (pretty thing)

request. prompt #55: “what? does that feel good?” (drabble game)

a/n. fuck uou when i posted this drabble game, in my head i was like 'if some1 sends me smth abt hao i might just explode.' and that's exactly what u did. rj u made me blow up.

"stay put," minghao murmurs, a cool hand pressing down on your bare stomach as your hips fruitlessly chase after his touch.

"hao," you whine, trying your best to buck your hips in the air against his tight hold. your shirt and pants (that you worse just half an hour ago when you bid your friends goodbye) are long forgotten on your shared bedroom floor, leaving you topless and in thin cotton panties that cling to your slick folds.

minghao watches the fabric press against your core, your wetness leaving an obvious stain right in the middle, and almost as if he's in awe, he flicks against your clit over the panties. you whimper at the contact, pressing your heels into the mattress to push upwards against his hold, body instinctively craving for more.

minghao only pushes you back down harder and this time, the whimper that rips from your throat is nothing but depraved. you meet your boyfriends dark eyes and put, "m-more, please."

"more?" he asks, raising a brow, but you know better than to know that it's a clarification. it's a warning.

you hear the buzzing first, and see the red bullet shaped vibrator a second later. something boils in your belly, and you feel your muscles might give out from the way you're trying your best not to squirm.

minghao slowly crawls down your body so that his upper half is settled neatly between your legs. pressing his cheek against your warm thigh, a shudder ripples through your limbs when hot, wet kisses pepper the skin near your throbbing cunt.

"please," you mewl again, your voice even more broken an hoarse this time. you're right there, so wet, so desperate, and minghao simply watches you struggle for the smallest hint of relief through your soiled panties.

"hold on pretty thing," he mutters, and you aren't prepared for the way the vibrator meets your clit in an instant. you're pulled from deep, desperate ache to immediate pleasure and it has your senses heightening but somehow also going bleary.

you seem to feel everything in high definition—the brush of minghao's hair against your thigh, his wet tongue against your skin, the cool metal that's feeding pleasure to your insatiable core. but your mind is hazy, pleasure overriding any coherent thought you have and all you can think is minghao, minghao, minghao.

"hao ..." you whisper without aim, hips jerking when he presses the vibrator down in a new angle that has your soft sounds of pleasure quickly turning into something louder, more passionate.

"what? does that feel good?"

that bastard, you think to yourself when you look down at him as he wears a pretty grin. of course it feels good—that's why you're writhing under him, moaning his name in short and quick gasps and—

"w-why'd you do that?" you nearly shriek when he pulls the buzzing device away from your sloppy cunt.

minghao only gives you a dark look and suddenly your brash words are crawling back down your throat. "c'mon, you gotta answer my question. does it feel good?"

this time, he presses the vibrator harder against your clit without a word of warning, clicking the setting up one higher so that the buzzing reverberates so deep that you can feel it in your bones. "o-oh my god," you whimper, one hand gripping at his hair. "fuck hao, feels s'good—so good—ah!"

you cry out when one finger presses against your fluttering folds, sliding up and down lazily as he collects the slick. a low hum rumbles in minghao's chest as he slowly watches his fingers unravel you, thread by thread.

"that's what i thought, pretty thing."

[dun9eons]

a/n: angie x fem reader peak im cooking once more

my carrd if u wnna know more abt me > dun9eons.carrd

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summary: angie x reader where both angie and reader accidentally take aphrodisiacs and decide to help each other out ^^

CW (18+): love bites, nipple play, fingering, cunnilingus, overstimulation, scissoring

words: 3.08k

Melatonin Lust

You were working at the infirmary, being the Ultimate Pharmacist, you were there every day. You would see the same people every day coming and collecting their daily medication. One of those people you saw daily was your closest friend, Angie. Gosh, the way she smiles, the way she's so enthusiastic every day makes you blush, of course, you gain a crush on her, being more desperate seeing her visit the infirmary.

"Hi S/O~! How are you?" She greeted, with her usual bubbly personality. 

"Hello Angie," You greeted, "just your usual medication?"

"Mhm!" She nodded, curling the sides of her lips to a bright smile.

You blushed a little at her smile, you found it adorable. "Okay.. Just give me a minute while I look for yours okay?" You said, now pacing to the back of the infirmary for her medication.

Before you even asked to get her medication, you prepped it the day you left before hometime, you cared about her a lot, you sorted through all the names from A-Z, thank goodness her name started with an A, so it was a quick find. Her little bag just had 2 pills, and she told you that Atua thinks she has a problem with sleeping, even without Atua, you could easily tell from her quite crazy energy she gives off, not being able to have a break, so you can tell she needs them.

You took the little ziplock, as you walked back to the front counter, Angie sitting on one of the benches. You call out to her, her head turns as she stands up from the bench and walks towards the front. You hand her the little ziplock bag of her medication, she takes it, waves goodbye, and leaves.

You felt a little sad seeing her leave, but you widen your eyes slightly, seeing Angie turn back around and walk toward you. You start feeling a bit worried, why was she coming back? Did you do something wrong? But as she approached closer, she finally spoke.

"Oh S/O! Since you're already here, why don't you take a break and come by my art studio? I would love to show you around!"

You blushed a light pink from her request, you know you couldn't just leave your stand right now, the other people needed you, but since you have such a crush on her, you reluctantly agreed. "Yeah, sure..!"

"Great~!" She smiled along with a giggle, she then grabbed your arm and started dragging you towards her art studio, definitely struggling along the way..

After what felt like ages of her just dragging you, you both finally stand at the front of her art studio's door, she opens the door. Not even the whole room is shown, just the little view you get from the front of her door, you see a lot of art in all different shapes and sizes, and you stare in awe.

"Come on in~!" She says, walking in her studio, and you follow suit.

You walk around, your head turning to each side to admire each artwork, Angie explaining that Atua gave her the encouragement and talent to create such art. 

"Wow Angie.. This art is amazing!" You praised, as you eventually laid your eyes on a specific artwork of hers, a self-portrait, Angie notices and explains how it's pretty basic compared to her other artworks. You don't even listen, you just admire her self-portrait of.. Her. You can't help but just think of how beautiful she is, you're thankful to have a friend like her, a crush on her, anything.

"Oh S/OOOO.." She whispered in your ear.

You get startled by her breath hitting your ear, finally snapping out of your gaze. "U-Uhm, yes Angie?" You asked, still a bit startled.

"We should head into my room, we can braid each other's hair, and I can maybe teach you some spiritual rituals about Atua!" She said excitedly, hoping that you'll accept her request.

"Sure!" you said excitingly, or maybe even way too excited, any who, she giggled with joy from your acceptance as she led you to her bedroom.

You numbingly look in awe once again, at the entrance and aesthetic of her room and you can't just help but walk in, being hit with a beachy and island feeling to it, in a good way of course. The walls are draped with sea grass-colored curtains, giving the room a beachy vibe. Several beach-themed items, such as shells, driftwood, and seashells, are placed as decorations across the room.

"Gosh Angie, I can't emphasize more on how amazing your stuff is.."

"Of course S/O! Auta gave me the creativity to make my place look stunning!" She said energetically, then, Angie walked over and plopped herself onto her bed, patting next to her for you to join in.

You hesitated, but then sheepishly walked towards Angie, then sat yourself down next to her on the edge of her bed, your hands slightly gliding across Angie’s skin, making you pull back quickly, and Angie, not seeming to notice.

You sighed, relieved that Angie didn’t notice. But now being awkwardly quiet between you two, you broke it.

“Sooo.. Uhh.. Whad’ya wanna do?” You asked, hoping that Angie would have some sort of idea of what to do in an awkward situation.

“Hm, we should definitely do some art together!” She said with an overjoyed tone.

You looked down, and raised your wrist higher to your face, looking at your watch. It was currently 4:23PM and School ended at 6PM. You looked a bit worried, hoping that doing art with her wouldn't take as long since you need to go back to the infirmary to do your duties.

“How long would we take to you know.. Do art together?” You asked, with a slightly reassuring tone, hoping Angie wouldn’t take it the wrong way of thinking you wanted to leave early, which you did. But you wouldn’t want to tell her that would you?

“Could take a few hours.. Not so sure.. Maximum four at least!” Your heart dropped at the words she said, at least four hours? You wouldn’t be able to get back to the infirmary to finish your duties, therefore you would get in big trouble.

You couldn’t decide, should you take the safer route and just leave now? Or take a riskier one and stay where you’re at right now. You couldn’t stop thinking about which one to take, you snapped out of your thoughts when Angie spoke.

“S/O, are you okay? It’s okay if you want to leave,” She gently took your hand, and placed it onto hers, “You’ve spent plenty of time with me already!”You blushed slightly at the sudden contact, you felt your face heating up. “N-No! Uhm.. I’ll stay with you, don’t worry..” No way you’re coming back from this, the desperate side of you wanted to stay with Angie, but the more practical side told you to go, since you’re pathetic, you chose Angie.

“That’s great to hear S/O!” She clapped both of her hands with joy, “This will be so much fun, thank Atua for the both of us!”(TIME SKIP: I'm sorry, I have no idea what to write for this scenario..)You and Angie went a little overboard with making art together, it was way over 4 hours, I guess a lot of time passed, since you’ve been doing stuff with Angie for more than four, 6 hours in total, it was now around 10PM, and getting late. “I think I should start heading back to my dorm Angie, It’s getting a bit late…” You start packing your stuff to head back, just before you started to walk out of her dorm, you felt a hand pull you back, it was a pretty strong grip.

“Wait S/O! You can stay here for the night, it’s a bit dangerous out there ya know?” Her grip slightly turned a bit less tense, but still holding onto you. “Don’t worry Angie, I’m fine I-” “Atua says you should stay! Don’t worry, I won’t bite or anything!” She pushed you to stay, but of course you complied, staying the night over at a crushes house? Of course you would take the chance. “Fine..” Just play it innocent, like it will always turn out, no advances or anything. You put your bag back down onto her floor, you glanced up at Angie, getting a mattress for you to sleep on, I guess that ruined the chances of you to sleep on the same bed as her, now stop thinking about it. She prepped a few pillows and a blanket on top of the mattress, after she was done, you sat on it, pulling out your phone to scroll through some videos before sleeping. You turned to see Angie already laying on her bed, it caught you by surprise, she was energetic a few minutes ago when she was asking you to stay over, but was she really that tired?

“Mhm.. Atua says I should get some sleep, I am pretty tired, but I have enough energy to do regular stuff.” She said, with a less energetic tone than usual, which was a rare tone for you or anyone to hear from her. “Well, have you taken your sleeping pills yet?”“Oh, thanks for reminding me S/O! I haven’t taken them, but I'm already tired, so I'll take one!” Angie got up to get a glass of water to take with her pill but she turned to you before taking it, “Do you want to have my other pill? Atua senses you are still a bit energetic, so you should take it!”

(W: Anything past this part is 18+ if ur uncomfortable, please skip through)

She was right, you were still feeling a bit energetic, she handed you a pill, she took hers and chugged some water, you did the same after. After you both took the sleeping pills, you both laid on your respective beds, well, for you a mattress. You closed your eyes and tried to sleep but it felt very.. Uncomfortable? No, it was awkward, you kept moving and shuffling around, you felt your breathing getting heavier, you felt hot and sweaty without even sweating.

You sat up properly from your makeshift bed, you tried thinking, what pills did you take? It took you a minute before finally realizing you took an aphrodisiac, and you worried even more since you and Angie both took the same pill. You were fucked, Angie would never forgive you for this since you are the one who takes care of her medication. You looked up towards Angie and her bed, you basically crawled to her, your stomach was aching, filled with arousal and awkwardness. “Angie..” You said weakly, the aphrodisiac slowly taking over every passing minute. “S/O.. What is happening to me..? Even Atua doesn’t know..” You heard her breathing heavily, face flushed. “Crap.. Angie.. I-Ah.. I think we took aphrodisiacs..” It was getting harder to breath, the air around you felt thick with arousal, you felt your face burning, and the awkward heat on your lower area rising.

Your hands we're covering your abdomen, trying to ease the aching pain in that area, but it didn't help at all, you needed a different type of help to ease the pain. You needed Angie’s help. “Angie.. I’m sorry but ah.. I need your help with something..” “What do you haah.. Need help with.. S/O..?”You slowly climbed up Angie’s bed and straddled onto her lap. “I need this, I-I can’t hold it back any longer, it hurts so much..” 

You felt tears in your eyes, slowly sliding down your face, the pain in your abdomen and stomach was getting too much, you never knew that an aphrodisiac could cause this much pain to you and Angie.You flinched when you saw Angie put her hands on the back of your head and your waist, bringing you even closer to her.

“It’s okay S/O, we can help eachother out..” She used her hand to your chin, lifting your head high, exposing your neck to her view, she leaned in towards your neck, you felt her hot breath tickling your neck, making you get goosebumps. You felt her lips finally in contact with your neck, you let out a slight gasp, her lips were kissing everywhere on your neck and collarbone area, sucking on them to cause hickies and dark spots to form. You didn’t even retaliate, you wanted this to happen, you needed this to happen, this was the only way to ease the pain between you two. She let go off your neck, a thin string of saliva showing. She took off her yellow cardigan and set it somewhere, she started undoing your uniform, she took off your cardigan and your white buttoned top, she also slid off your skirt, leaving you with just a bra and your underwear to her view.

Angie admired your body for a while, until she finally spoke up. “You’re so perfect S/O..”

She caught you off guard when she praised you, you then feel her hand sneak to the back of your bra and unclipping it, letting it fall freely on the bed.

Angie reached her hand up to cup your breasts, squeezing them gently. “So soft..” She murmurs, not wasting time, she leans her head down, taking in one of your nipples to her mouth and sucking on it.

You let out a gasp of pleasure of the new sensation, Angie then takes her hand to play with your other nipple, twisting and pulling on it gently as she continues to suck on your sensitive flesh. Her other hand is working its way down towards your panties.

You shivered at the feeling of Angie’s slim fingers sliding down your waist. Once she reaches your underwear, her fingers trace the outline of your panties through the fabric, teasing you. “My my S/O.. You’re already so wet!” She pointed out with no care, she definitely grinned to herself after you turned your head to the side to hide your flustered face, trying to keep some of your dignity. You couldn’t even reply to the comment, your mind was hazy, full of lust, and probably affected by the aphrodisiac as well.

Angie quickly grabbed a nearby pillow and placed it behind you, then she gently pushed your head onto the pillow, with your back now towards the bed. She rubbed your thighs before taking off your underwear and throwing it off to the side. Her fingers parted your folds, you were already dripping wet from the teasing, so Angie’s fingers easily slid in without too much pain.

You arched your back to the feeling of two of Angie’s fingers entering inside, nearly causing your eyes to roll back, your jaw unhinged, leaving your mouth open. You felt drool going down the side of your mouth to your chin each time Angie pumped in and out of you. “A-Angie..! Ngh..~ Fuck..”

She leaned her head in, stimulating you with her fingers and her tongue. You could hear the slick and sucking sounds from her mouth and fingers. The thought of 3 in 1 hole made you surprised you could take so much.

You were nearly at your peak, the pain from your stomach after taking the aphrodisiac mixed with the continuous merciless thrusting of Angie’s fingers and tongue was really putting you on edge.

It wasn’t long before you finally came all over Angie’s fingers and mouth, you were breathing heavily, no wonder why sex was so tiring. You were abruptly snapped out of your thoughts when Angie spoke up.

“Atua has blessed you with the amount you produce!” She said shamelessly, as she was licking your cum off her fingers and her chin. That definitely caught you off guard, but god she didn’t have to bring that up. You just blushed harder than normal, but at least you were somewhat snapped back to reality.

You 're having your moment of just trying to catch your breath, but with the rustling of Angie beside you made you curious.

Once you and Angie were facing each other, she slowly began to intertwine her legs with yours until both your pussies were pressed lightly against one another.

You let out a small gasp, which quickly turned into a long, quiet moan as Angie began to gently rub herself against you. You felt as though the air was as cold as ice because of the heat from Angie's body on yours. You were afraid that if you broke away, Angie would become frozen and frigid, so you tried to stay as near to her as you could. 

“Fuck.. Ngh- Angie..! I-I can’t take anymore..!”

Angie started to grind against you and your words were stuck in your throat. Desperate to prove that you still had some self-control, you tried to talk some more, but it was useless; all that came out of your mouth were the uncontrollably loud moans and whimpers as pleasure shot through your body.

As Angie's breath hit your face and you both gasped and panted, the heat of her breath intensified your feelings even more, swaying you and her hips in rhythm.

The pressure was building quicker than last time, you were seeing stars.

“S/O.. I’m so close..” Angie muttered.

Both of you were about to cum, the both of you grinding against each other was getting quicker and faster, desperate for both of your releases. Both of you screamed out each other's name as you finally came. It was messy all over Angie’s bed.

You and Angie’s legs are shakily un-intertwined, flopping back against the bed, it was definitely time for a rest.

The silence between you two was a bit awkward, the room just filled with breathing from both of your intense orgasms. “We should do that another time.”Angie spoke up abruptly, leaving you surprised. “Again? I don’t really think we should do that again Angie.”Angie giggled to herself, “I’m just saying what Atua thinks!”

“Really? What else did he say?” You scoffed. “I love you!” “Oh, he said that? Tell him I said tha-” Angie leaned in to give you a kiss on the lips. The kiss quickly turned passionate, gradually becoming needy. Angie quickly pulled back, leaving a string of saliva, “Nope, that was just me.”

[hanmi-xo]

Touch of Love (SVT Jeonghan x You)

O N E S H O T S | S C E N A R I O S | S M U T | M A I N

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Status: Complete Genre: Romance, Fluff, Marriage Life, Oneshot Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Jeonghan and his wife are getting ready for their night out, and Jeonghan can't seem to leave her alone.

Note: This is a work of fanfiction. Please respect the real Jeonghan IRL!~ P.S. This a gift for a friend who passed her exam <3

Jeonghan held my hand before slowly bringing my fingers up to his lips. I smiled from his sweet action.

He gave me a look of mischief before leaning in towards me.

I closed my eyes. I felt nervous. The way he was making me feel felt surreal.

Jeonghan and I have been married for 3 years now. We met through a friend of mine in college, and one thing lead to another. At first, I chased him, but when I thought he had no interest in me, he came to me in the middle of the night.

It was like a dream.

That was 7 years ago. Now here we are in our hotel room. It was our honeymoon and we left our kids with his parents. We were going to head out to the restaurant he booked us in, but I guess you can say, we just couldn't help but be in awe with one another.

He wore a loose black sweater tucked into his black jeans. He had a long chain necklace with my initial as the pendant. His blonde hair was neatly styled with a few strands covering his eyes.

He looked unreal.

I, on the other hand, wore a black over sized buttoned dressed with a belt that helped shape my figures. My sleeves were folded above my forearm, and I had black boots that went up to my ankles. My hair was tied up with a few bangs framing my face. I had a few accessories, but the one that stuck out the most was my matching chain necklace I had with Jeonghan. Except, my pendant was his initials.

"You look great," he whispered in my ear.

I felt my face burn from his words. I wanted him to kiss me, but he was always a tease.

"Not as great as you..." I whisper back to him.

I brought my hand to his face as he pulled back to look at me.

He never did change.

His alluring eyes and soft features were always eye catching to me. Though he's beautiful, he always surprised me with his masculine charm.

He smiled at me with his eyes wavering between my eyes and lips. He brought one hand up to my cheek and his other to my waist.

"You're as beautiful as the day I met you." His thumb rubbed against my cheek. He always did know what to say.

I felt him pull me closer. My arms naturally made their way on his shoulders.

Our lips pressed together and I felt a rush of butterflies in my stomach. His lips were soft, but the way he kissed me- it made me feel on fire.

I played with his hair as his lips continued to shape against mine. I felt him softly massage me with his every touch.

God, I love him.

He pulled away from me and my eyes matched with his. He looked at me as if I was the only thing in the world, and I wanted to hide from the amount of emotions he was giving me.

He moved a strand of hair from my face before laughing.

"You should fix your make up," he teased.

I felt my eyes widen. I quickly pushed away from him and covered my face. I could hear him laughing while I tried to see myself in the bathroom mirror.

My lipstick was clearly smudged and I began to quickly wipe it off with one of my makeup remover wipes.

I can hear him make his way to me. He came behind me, and wrapped his arms around me. He laid his cheek on top of my head and stared at me through the mirror.

"You look better like that though," he said with a smile.

I turned around to look at him as if he was crazy.

"Huh? Do you have any idea what people might think?" I tell him while I still wipe off the smudge lipstick stains.

He laughed while his eyes locked onto mine. "Let them think whatever they want to think."

I grew red. I tried to cover my face with my hands, but he was fast enough to turn me around.

My hips were pushed against the counter while he leaned over me. His hands rested on the counter while my elbows sat next to them.

"Don't hide~" he playfully said while I tried to avoid eye contact.

He laughed once again and I wanted to hit him with one of the pillows on the bed.

"Stop laughing at me!" I tried to stand my ground.

He looked down at me with such an expression that made me grow red.

"Or what? You'll hit me?" He leaned in closer.

I felt my body go weak against him.

Why did he have to be like this? Why did he have to be so handsome? Why must he always mess with me?

I can't think straight because of him!

"What if I do hit you!? Hm!?" I yell at him, or well, I try to. My voice came out a lot weaker than expected.

He tilted his head at me with a smirk.

"Hit me then," he whispered. His voice grew a little deep.

I raised my hand to hit him, but the way he was staring at me made me question if I really wanted to do that.

"We all know what's going to happen later when you do hit me~" he whispered in my ear. I could hear him smiling from the way he spoke.

I stood there with my cheeks red while he pulled away to stare at me.

I hate how he has so much control over me. Damn you Jeonghan!

He smiled brightly at me as if he did an amazing accomplishment.

"You really are easy to tease, Babe." He pulled away from me.

I refused to look at him. I crossed my arms and scoffed.

"Whatever," I say. I didn't know what else I could say.

He made me feel so nervous.

He laughed and I felt him lean in towards me once more.

"I love you," he said.

I looked towards him, and in return, I felt his lips touch my forehead.

"I'll wait for you. Just don't take too long. Okay, Babe?" He made his way out of the bathroom with ease as though what just happened didn't bother him as much as it bothered me.

I stood there not sure what to say or react. 

"Stupid, Hannie," was all I could mutter.

But I know even if he may bother me and tease me, I would always stick by his side. Through thick and thin, worst to come, I would always love him.

For he will always be the love of my life.

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O N E S H O T S | S C E N A R I O S | S M U T | M A I N

[senka-mesecine]

Could you pls make a list of headcanons of situations with his s/o that would make Barnes smile? Thank u

- wonderful gif by @woman-with-no-name

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― When you act stubborn, spiteful or willful and you find your attempts to rile him up, win out over him in some shape, way or form or simply be a rebel thwarted by him. He just views the occasional spitfire attitude amusing, yes, mainly because he sees it as an empty, vague threat best laughed at by someone far stronger (him), but when it falls flat on its face because he's made you behave either through the sheer authority of his presence, his words or as much as a single look, he finds that one profoundly entertaining to the degree he might very well crown the occasion with a triumphant, almost taunting smile intended to challenge and tease. Mock. You can't win no matter how much you may try and that's funny to him. Call it The Taming of the Shrew starring Robert Barnes. It's not about the brattiness as much as the fact that you really think you stand a chance against him is comedic gold to him sometimes.

― God, speaking of which, Barnes being Barnes, if you say something particularly mean, either intended at him or someone else, he'll not only smile, he'll laugh in contended surprise because he'll feel he's rubbing off on you and influencing you, especially if meanness isn't in your general nature and you're legitimately a generally nice person (which compared to him isn't hard) but once in a blue moon something foul and nasty slips past your mouth, a frustrated cussword, an insult and there he is, perking up, because he's proud he's drawn the worst out of you, going against your better nature. A great many of the things that cause him joy have to do with your corruption and seeing you occasionally be the bastard he usually is a primetime reason to smile. Notwithstanding the fact that the contrast is precious in his eyes. Him being a bastard suits him and he's fully embraced that. You doing so? It's worthy of a smile because it's a novelty.

― In the aftermath of doing something truly horrible and shocking regardless of what that may something may be, when you're exasperated and dismayed with him, chances are Barnes will smile at your bafflement because he cultivates the raw emotion out of you like a rare fuel or drug that keeps him high, usually not a twinge of regret in him. Actually, the fact you in particular are so shocked and morally outraged with him makes him all the more glad he's did a figurative bad thing, almost as a way of gloating over you with a grin days later, silently and wordlessly reminding you can neither do anything about it or stop it, or stop him because this is exactly who and what he is and he's effectively showing you; you can just bear witness to it and be passively horrified. It's not unlike a wolf bearing its bloodied fangs to you because it doesn't intend to hide its nature. In fact, it means to flaunt it.

― By extension...you attempting to preach him on ethics. He might actually sit there stoically, not really say anything and listen, following you with his eyes the entire time but if you get truly impassioned and into it, he could very well smile at that too because you're here genuinely preaching to the choir thinking you saying a lot of important words is going to change a grown man set in his ways and who believes in what he's doing through hell or high water; not that you're necessarily saying something he disagrees with. Or hey, maybe you are. But, that's beside the point. Fact that you're so zealous and fervent about this is what is the root cause of Barnes grinning like the Cheshire cat. People who are slightly impotent in their power talk, and people who wield the actual power, in his opinion, act. And you talking, giving him the lip and over philosophizing as much you are is cute to him.

― Weakness. Hear me out. In others? It might disgust him and come off as the ultimate insult, but if a significant other is weak compared to him? If they technically have the drive but lack the physical stamina to push through with something (and yet they refuse to give up?) it's worth of him cracking a grin because it's a clear reminder who the tough person in the relationship is. They can run, but they can't run fast or far enough. They can be pigheaded, but what is the point of being pigheaded faced with Barnes? They can have bravado, but their bravado is just them talking the talk and not walking the walk. Might not be funny at first but if it happens consistently it can get pretty damn amusing. To him, it's like watching a kitten with delusions of grandeur, convinced it's a tiger. He could watch you fall flat on your ass (literally and figuratively) all day and not be bored.

― Strength. Yep. Is it contradictive to the above statement? Perhaps, but then again, Barnes is a complex, often contradictive character. If his significant other is genuinely an unexpectedly tough cookie, whether mentally or physically, if they brave through something considered adversity, show unusual fortitude in whatever situation independently of him, if they're firm, have a good head on their shoulders and they're here standing on their own two feet Barnes might just privately beam up with a smile and this one unlike all the rest on this list could very well be intimate and just for him when nobody sees because he knew they had it in them all along and now he has tangible proof too. They're exactly who he thought they were or who they could become and he sees a tiny, rarely positive piece of himself in them and it's like a moment of recognition.

― During sex. Hey, very likely. You might be there begging, pleading and desperately sweating it out because it's round god knows which at this point, you're dead exhausted, feeling like you've been running a drill exercise and you still haven't finished, pretty much caught in a flurry of dry, heaving orgasms because he's not letting you reach a peak and as you placate with him to allow to you cum he might just give you the evilest, most wickedest smile you've ever seen him with in response to all the whining and moping because he relishes torturing you. It's on his authority that you're either released or not released and the notion is stupendously diverting. Mind you, Barnes won't randomly smile at the first sign of you begging. No ma'am, no siree, he'll draw it out to great lengths and be at his most serious for the major duration of it all and it's only when you're at your most defeated and broken is when he takes time to sneer and goad.

― Generally, to conclude things, most things Barnes smiles at as a whole or in relation to his significant other aren't things most commonplace people would smile at because for the lack of a better way to describe it, I imagine his sense of humor is genuinely fucked up and borderline weirdly erudite and darkly deep when you start analyzing it. The nail thinking it should stick out before it gets inevitable hammered down is funny, headstrongness being disciplined is funny, the weak conquered by the strong and brought to heel is funny and the notion the machine is gonna keep running regardless how many obstacles it has to chew down in its wake is also funny, by extension, anything his significant other does that is contrarian in regards to him is also smile-worthy to Barnes precisely because it falls under this very dichotomy. It's the ultimate inside joke he has with himself. You're his and he owns you any attempt to fight or argue that irrefutable truth like it can even be changed is hilarious at times.

[underthetree845]

ello!! I saw that your requests were open so I was wondering if you could do like a drabble or headcanons (whatever u want really :]) for armin with a s/o who feels dumb because she tends to do stupid mistakes and get bad grades and she feels really insecure and ashamed about it

If you don't wanna do the request it's fine really :]

Hello Nonnie! Of course I want to- I'm honored that you sent in this ask. It's so lovely, and you seem very kind! This request is so so sweet- I know it took me a long time to get to but I thought about it whenever school stressed me out! Just wanted to say really quickly that you are an interesting and amazing person beyond test scores and grades, I'm giving you the biggest hug right now 💙💙 Thank you for your patience! Now without further ado-

Armin comforting his s/o (bad grades)

Armin Arlert/gn! Reader (Headcannons)

Cws: gn! reader, established relationship, implied modern au, implied college au, comfort, mentions of implied bullying, insecure reader, crying, reassurance, hurt/comfort, let me know if there's anything I missed!

Wc: 707

Summary: How would Armin help his s/o when they bring themselves down over not scoring highly on assignments or tests?

A/n: Happy Valentine's Day! Know that you are loved and valued, sending hugs and kisses to all of you!

Don’t even get this boy started- he practically has a whole encyclopedia on the reasons he loves you. Everyone knows. He could go on and on about you for hours (I’m not exaggerating). Although he’d be shy to say some of what he thinks, what comes first is you knowing how loved and valued you are. Armin is always always always willing to help you with your studies, he’s happy to be able to and so so proud of you for giving it your all. After a bad grade you seem to be really bent out of shape about, he takes you to his dorm and gives you all your favorite things like snacks, music, and of course cuddles and small words of encouragement. If it’s something you want to act on right away, Armin is more than willing to help you after you unwind for a bit. Rest time is just as important as studying, after all. Either way, he reminds you that you are a person beyond how you score on tests and things like that. He cares about you for who you are and not what you achieve. It’s important to remind yourself of the things you do well rather than always bringing yourself down with reminders of the things you do wrong. You have such a bright mind and so much love to offer. It kills him that you tear yourself apart so much. He finds ways to help you that cater to your learning style, and gently reminds you of the meticulous little important parts of the things you’re learning so you don’t trip yourself up over little mistakes. He endorses positive reinforcement! (And as a side note I think he’d make a great teacher or professor). If anyone tries to make you feel bad about it, Armin is there to reassure you all the way. Long hugs and deep breaths, he makes you tea (or anything else you may prefer) to refresh your mind. He tries to keep your thoughts off those people as much as he can, and always gives them nasty glares when you’re not looking. Reminds you that they only bring you down to make themselves feel better, and you are not defined by the opinions of others. As important as Armin considers studying to be, he also knows (from personal experience) that overworking yourself isn’t a better alternative. You can burn out much quicker that way. He makes sure you leave free time in your schedule to do things you enjoy. Seeing you happy and smiling is Armin’s favorite view in the entire world, even if it took him a while to get around to telling you. Your laughter makes something light flower in his chest. Armin makes sure to kiss your forehead when it’s crinkled with worry, rub or massage your shoulders when you’re tense, and hold your hands while whispering words of encouragement. His favorite is pecking your lips over and over till he feels a smile start to form.

One of the main things Armin reminds you of is that academic achievement is not and should not be the exclusive way of measuring anyone’s ‘worth.’ I mean look at him- he has his books and studies and philosophies- but he can’t run or catch a ball or play music. Armin is amazed by how many different kinds of people in the world there are, each with their own unique talent. You will always be more than enough to him for being who you are. He is there to support you through the good times and the bad, doesn’t think less of you for any rough patch or slip up. The non-judgemental and supportive atmosphere he surrounds you with feels like a breath of fresh air. Armin sees you as nothing less than extraordinary for simply being yourself.

“Hey, Angel, look at me,” his words soothe you as your teary eyes look up to meet his. “It’s going to be okay, alright? I promise,” his hands are warm as they cup your cheeks. He swipes at the tears as they cascade down your face, kissing each one away with a tender glow adorning his features. “You’re extraordinary Y/n. Have I ever lied to you?” 

A/n: Can this count as my Valentine's day fic? (╥﹏╥) Life has kept me so busy lately I wish I could write more :< Anyways, thank you for reading lovelies! Know that you deserve the best and I hope you have a wonderful day/night/morning/evening.

Tagging: @ringsofsaturnnnn (you said to tag you in everything so is this okay like T-T)