#just let the boy be happy playing ball and adoring his girlfriend

[lycoperdales]

Is Scott a hero just because he’s a protagonist?

Okay so I’ve pulled an all nighter just reading teen wolf meta after meta (because I am obsessed and have issues) and a common theme was that Scott was a bad hero because heroes sacrifice themselves and Scott didn’t do that.

But why is Scott labelled as a hero in the first place?

Teen wolf wasn’t a marvel series about a boy with powers trying to be a superhero. It was about a him trying to regain control over his life.

He had debilitating asthma but decided that it would not stop him from being an athlete.

We was attacked in the woods and turned into something unrecognisable but still fought for the right to have a regular teenage experience.

He was defensive over Derek’s new betas and Jackson because he knew that they’d never be able to experience a normal life ever again.

He had a month long mental breakdown for not being able to save the chimeras while his body was once again falling apart on him.

He goes through the process of hating being a werewolf for changing his life, to accepting it, to defending his right, and the right of other supernaturals, to live.

Have y’all seen the werewolf movies that teen wolf references? The entire premise of all those movies is that a young man is turned against his will, loses control and kills a loved one, then spends the rest of the movie trying decide whether life like that is worth living at all.

The only time he actually assumes that hero role, is when it’s pushed onto him. Like in season one where Stiles gets mad that Scott didn’t prevent the Sheriff from being hit by a car, or in season 3A when he HAS to break the mountain barrier or their parents literally die.

Scott just wanted to live his life bro, is that really so bad?

(I could also talk about how Scott does in fact sacrifice himself but that’s for a later date)

[captainwans]

HANDSHAKE.

 — K. MBAPPÉ

pairing: kylian mbappé x fem! reader

summary: fans couldn’t help but gush over their relationship, especially their traditional handshake that makes the internet go wild.

warning: fluff, fluff, fluff. oh, did i mention fluff? happy reading, my loves <3

word count:  942 | ( gif not mine! )

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… [Y/N] SITS AT THE STANDS, her hands hiding inside her oversized coat as she watched her boyfriend on the field with a proud expression. Her crimson cheeks curved up into a smile, her eyes wrinkling in the process. Her eyes were tinted with warmth and adoration, watching him pass the ball to his team player. Her mouth gaped open, impressed at his skillful maneuvers as he moved past his opponents without any problems. I could never, she thought.

She loudly exhaled, her cold breath fleeting in the air. She felt a hand on her arm, hooking their arm into hers. She turned her head, her eyes softening once she noticed Ethan, Kylian’s brother, clutched at her side with his chin resting on her shoulder. “You alright, honey?” [Y/N] asked, her gentle tone filling his ears.

Ethan sighed, rubbing his eyes with his hand before looking at her through his lashes. He gave her a shy smile. “Yeah, just a little cold.” he coyly admitted, pink dusted onto his cheeks.

[Y/N]’s mother instincts kicked in, quickly grabbing a blanket that was resting on her lap to wrap it over Ethan, who looked at her with a frown. She watched him shake his head. “No, you’ll get cold. Let’s share it instead.” he told her, placing the blanket over their lap.

She gave him a soft smile, her arms wrapped around his shoulder. She gave it a small squeeze before planting a short kiss on his temple.

“Feeling warmer?” she asked him, her eyebrows furrowed, completely oblivious of Kylian watching their sweet interaction with a big smile as he neared the stands.

Ethan nodded his head, leaning his head on her shoulder. “Thanks, [Y/N].”

She leaned her head against his, smiling gently at the younger boy. She turned her gaze towards, her eyes immediately locking with Kylian, who gave her a sweet smile. She let out a hum in delight, her eyes sparkling as she watched him getting closer to their seats.

Kylian panted, sweat trickling down his face as he sauntered towards his family. A satisfied smirk etched onto his handsome features, feeling ecstatic about France’s halftime match. So far, they were in a good spot and the French man couldn’t be happier.

He inched closer to the stands, walking towards his parents who engulfed him into a hug, their words of encouragement and support making his heart flutter. He kissed his mother’s cheek before heading to his brother and girlfriend, who gave him thumbs up and a grin. “We’re almost there, bro! France is taking it home soon.” Ethan chimed, his eyes lighting up at the possibility, making Kylian scoff.

“Damn right we are. It’s a fact.” the football player said confidently, his feet leading him to the stairs to greet his lover.

[Y/N] chuckled, her laugh making Kylian’s stomach swarm with butterflies. Oh, how much he loves the sound of her laughter. She watched him inching closer, bringing his hand toward her, his eyes tinted with playfulness. She grinned, bringing her hand towards him as they did their traditional handshake.

Ethan and his parents watched them with amused looks, their handshake making them laugh. The couple didn’t know how it started, or even when. Kylian had a habit of moving his hands a lot, especially when he expressed himself whether it was about football or a topic he was passionate about. He also had a habit of playing with [Y/N]’s fingers, his big hands fiddling with her small ones. Before they knew it, they created a handshake and went with it, almost automatically doing it after every match.

Their handshake didn’t become unnoticed. In fact, it was the highlight of their relationship, according to the media. Fans held a deep admiration for their relationship and often share how cute they are, expressing their immediate love, and adoration for [Y/N].

“Look what they wrote about us today, mamour (my love).” Kylian said, a smile curving his face as the pair laid in bed, their bodies tangled with each other.

[Y/N] sighed contently into his broad chest, her hand bringing his phone closer to her face. She squinted her eyes at his bright screen, a curse emitting from her lips making him chuckle. She cooed, her heart melting at the fans’ sweet comments.

‘if my future partner doesn’t do this with me, i don’t want him.’

‘they’re so adorable, i love them so much!’

‘their handshake is just the cutest thing ever.’

‘i want a love like theirs.”

‘y/n is so cute awh!!’

“Forget Kylian, I want [Y/N].” she read a comment, her chest vibrating with laughter. She felt heat creeping up on her cheeks, their comments making her flustered. “Didn’t know I had fans.” she admitted, her eyes twinkling with fondness.

Kylian turned off his phone and placed it on the nightstand before pulling her closer to his body. He kissed her hairline, prepping small kisses on her temple before speaking. “Not surprised, I mean, look at you.” he gushed, his hands found themselves inside her shirt, his hands trailing down her hipbone.

She giggled, shifting her body so that she was facing him. She cupped his cheek with her hand, her thumb brushing over his jaw. She gave him a soft smile. “I’m so lucky.” she whispered, a look of warmth expressing on her features.

Kylian placed his hand on hers, bringing her fingers to his lips to press small kisses. “I’m the lucky one, baby.” he corrected, a genuine smile forming on his face before planting a chaste kiss on her lips.

[zarazmnie-cos]

❝ [don't you know i want you so bad?] ¡! ❞

requested? yes, for 🦆 anon !

contains: park jihoon x fem!reader; enemies to lovers!au, fake relationship!au; smut, teeny bit of angst ig, some fluff; make out, fingering, teasing?? griding/dry humping, slight marking, begging if you squint???, unprotected piv (yall better wrap it up), nipple play, implied round two ig; lmk if i missed anything

words: approx. 2.8k

a/n: im not gonna even pretend i live atp but i hope you will enjoy this one. yes, it is rushed, not finished, but i still think it looks decent. lemme know ur thoughts on this one bcuz i love feedback <3 masterlist here

AS A NUMBER ONE PARK JIHOON HATER, YOU HAD NO IDEA WHAT OTHER PEOPLE SAW IN HIM THAT MADE THEM ADORE HIM. HE WAS HANDSOME INDEED, BUT BESIDES THAT, HIS ONE HELL OF EXISTENCE WAS ENOUGH TO BRING YOU TO MADNESS. JUST HIS PRESENCE MADE YOUR BLOOD BOIL.  

being neighbors with such someone who dared to call itself “human” was tough. seeing him a lot of times, happy and unbothered by the fact he ruined your dreams, definitely didn’t help in developing positive feelings towards that idiot. in fact, keeping those grudges inside as fuel for your hatred felt therapeutic. and it longed all the way from your childhood to adulthood.

you hoped for him to finally leave your life. it didn’t really matter in what way, you just wanted to never see him again. so why did you look out the window every time he was passing by?

saying these feelings were mutual would be a lie. but jihoon would never let you know that. 

“what do you want?” you asked, seeing him by your door again that day. “i don’t have any money. i wouldn’t lend you it anyway.”

“what do i want? to not suffer anymore, i guess. and to live a peaceful life with someone.”

“okay?” looking at him, confused, you reached out for the doorknob to close the door and end this meaningless conversation. 

“can i come in?”

“why?” now that was sus. jihoon’s tone got a bit more serious, even tired. he always seemed to be full of energy, confident, and untroubled. so what was going on?

“i need to talk to you. in private.”

still staring at him from under your furrowed brows, after a moment of hesitation, you let him inside. as he took off his shoes and went inside the living room, you decided to make some tea. from his tone, it seemed it will be a tough conversation.

and oh boi, was it one hell of a confusing ride. for you, at least.

“so, to conclude,” you started after a moment of silence. “you want me to act as your girlfriend? you know i hate you with all my heart, right? and the fact that i could murder you right here, right now is incredibly possible?”

“but you listened to me, so i don’t think it is that possible.” 

“get out.” shaking your head at his words, you got up from the couch, ready to mind your own business. 

“let me know when you’ll think it through,” jihoon said softly, looking at you with a smile. oh, you wanted to punch him so badly, but he left before you could even form your hand into a fist. dang, now it felt kind of lonely in here.

“damn you, park jihoon!” 

a few days have passed by and these were the calmest and the quietest days of your life. no one was bothering you, no one was bickering with you, and no one actually talked to you. at first, you enjoyed that silence. you managed to get some work done and sleep better. though with almost no time, it started to feel lonely. almost like you don’t matter that much to people. especially to that one person.

“if you really have no balls to admit you are as lonely as a stick, then fine.” 

you had no idea why you still had jihoon’s number on your phone. heck, you had no idea why you even got it in the first place, but now it was convenient. you had to battle yourself whether to call or say it in person. surprisingly, agreement to his plan came to your head without much hesitation, but you thought nothing of it. the fact that you could toy with him and maybe get a small revenge was motivating.

although you thought of it as a sort of revenge (and that you already got a plan for how to do it), at the same time it just felt wrong. you had no idea why, but using his feelings like that seemed to be brutal, even for you. 

jihoon came by the next day to talk through all the details of this plan, and boi, was it one heck of a plan.

“wait, hold on, i have to write it all down,” you interrupted him, trying to process all the information he bombed you with. as you got up from your seat to look for some kind of a notebook, his hand stopped you from doing so.

“don’t, or else it won’t feel natural. what if anyone finds these notes, huh?” the worries and desperation in his tone were crystal clear; this whole situation really must’ve been important as hell. and it was actually sus.

“fine, but don’t come for me when i mess something up.”

“i’m pretty sure you won’t.”

the urge to say “eh?” was too big, but in the end, you just ignored his words. you got back on the topic, and the explanations began again.

the most suspicious thing in all of it was that he chose you. every time you asked him why it must be you, he managed to change the topic, smoothly avoiding answering your questions. since he loved to rile you up and make your blood boil just for funsies, him getting so serious about a fake relationship with you especially just wasn’t adding up. too many loose ends in his reasoning, but all of them were covered flawlessly. apparently, all you had to do was just sit, look pretty (or at least alive), and play along.

what was even more surprising, was the way you didn’t even think about screwing the whole situation up. well, almost. at first, a few times the urge to say “it’s a prank” was too big to handle, but in the end, none of this happened. you really could pat yourself on the back for the way you kept yourself in place, which was tough around park jihoon himself.

the worst thing in that fake relationship was skinship and intimacy in general. yeah, you had a few boyfriends before, but dang it, around jihoon it felt so... weird. weird as in good, and that was why it felt weird. it was park jihoon, you were supposed to hate him, not leaning in for a kiss! what the fuck! 

still, what kept you sane through all this acting was the thought of flipping it all against him one day. someday. though with every next day, every next move of his, every next nice and gentle act from him, this first thought managed to fade away, getting replaced by some sort of yearning. yearning for this act to be real.

it all felt some sort of... illegal. illegal as in a way of betraying yourself. illegal as in a way of “you shouldn’t be doing this” and “that is not how you were raised” way. though everyone around seemed to be happy about this magnificent act, you weren’t so sure and so happy about it. but how not lean into this act when it felt so good? when it felt like you were finally yourself? and when it felt like you actually had someone by your side? when it didn’t feel so lonely?

“what’s going on, sweetheart?”

“don’t call me that when there’s no one around. no one is watching.” you snapped back almost immediately, as in a way of punishment for this cute nickname. getting back on track, you came back to chopping carrots. the dinner won’t make itself, and since this piece of rotten flesh is around, you had to busy your hands with something.

“but it rolls so nicely out of the tongue,” jihoon whined, pouting and finally moving around so you won’t see his painfully handsome face. “but fine, if you don’t want, i won’t.”

all you heard in your head was the windows xp error sound right now. wait a damn minute, did he actually respect your boundaries outside the act? what was happening to him?

noticing how you stopped every movement, even breathing, you came back to your body and continued with your life. taking a sharp breath, you chopped those carrots like your life depended on it. 

jihoon was silent. way too silent. why? because he was thinking as well. even thinking too much. should he tell you? should he ask? but what if you just laugh it off? or make fun of him? will he lose his face when he’ll do that?

“here. have this.”

dang it, he was thinking so long you managed to make a whole dinner already! wait, what? did you really want him to taste the dish? what was going on?

the food came into the equation here, so he didn’t think much of it, he just took the full spoon in his mouth. seeing how your face brightened up because of his approval made these butterflies in his stomach fly up high again. just what you were thinking, acting like that? you wanted him? to fall in love with you? like he hadn’t already did?

“stop looking at me like that or i’ll seriously think you fell for me.” 

“what if i already did?”

it was supposed to be a funny question. it was supposed to be a joke. but this damned park jihoon was serious, you could tell that without looking at him. you breathed in sharply again. that just couldn’t be real. 

“then that would be far from what i agreed on.” somehow, when you said that, you felt something aching in your chest. was it your heart? is that how a broken heart feels? but you didn’t have what to be heartbroken over, it was all just a mirage. 

the silence longed and longed for what felt like an eternity. finally, you heard the chair moving. you knew he was going to leave. everyone did, sooner or later. maybe you just weren’t made for-

“well, i don’t know if you know, but it is not like i can control my feelings.” jihoon started, standing right beside you, leaning by the kitchen counter. “whether you agreed on me falling for you or not, it just happened and i’m not gonna keep it inside anymore. i fucking fell for you, sweetheart. so much.”

“and you want me to believe it? you want me to believe that sweet talk after all that acting, after that mirage full of such words? how can i know it’s not a play?”

“because none of that was a play. or at least not for me.”

wait, what? hold on, what?

“so you’re saying this whole fake relationship was supposed to be real?” you asked after connecting those few dots in your mind.

“sort of. i just wanted you to finally stop fighting with me. and maybe see that i’m not that bad.”

oh, boi. that was a rollercoaster indeed. thankfully the dinner was already done because you couldn’t think about it and about what jihoon was saying. 

“i should go, right?” after what seemed to be a disappointed sigh, jihoon slowly moved towards the door. what was he thinking, saying all that? what was he thinking in the first place, when he came up with the fake relationship idea?

“don’t.”

you couldn’t bear the possibility he would leave you. you didn’t know if you just got used to his presence in your life or what, but it felt different, more likely to live with him around. you just simply couldn’t let him go.

there was a lot to talk indeed. and you two did while eating the dinner that slowly started getting cold. it was getting late and you still didn’t want him to leave.

“please, stay.” you said quietly, turning away from him since you were unable to look him in the face while admitting to feeling lonely. it was almost like admitting being defeated. and you hated getting defeated, especially by park jihoon, that little fuck.

“aww, my little baby wants me to stay with her? alright then.” he chuckled, but after he said that, he left a small peck on your head. 

it really felt nice having someone by your side, even if that someone was able to tease the living shit out of you so casually. 

“what’s that? my little sweetheart can’t wait a bit?”

“no. touch me already.” you actually demanded, breathless from the passionate kisses you two shared. jihoon chuckled again, much to your discontent. so you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer. 

your lips met his again. seeing you so desperate for him made jihoon smile cheekily in between the kisses, but he finally touched you, just as you wanted. in the end, who was he to disobey his sweetheart? 

with one of his hands, jihoon pushed you even closer to him, and the little moan that escaped your mouth sent shivers down his spine. wandering with the same hand under your shirt, the other one held your thigh, squeezing it from time to time. 

with you on his lap, so desperate for his touch, jihoon just couldn’t help but smile. the sight of you slowly getting ruined by him really affected his mind and body.

“you’re so gorgeous, sweetheart.” he stated so out of the blue, but you didn’t really think much of it. you just wanted to feel him.

“mm-hmm. now kiss me more.”

again, smiling cheekily, jihoon tasted your sweet lips. with his hands under your shirt, he managed to undo your bra, which he then took off both with your shirt. the cold air of the room caused you to shiver a bit, but then feeling the warm hands of your boyfriend made it all better. 

while his hands roamed around your body, yours moved from the collar of his shirt to his hair, pulling on the strands from time to time, causing some breathless moans from the man under you. acting almost instinctively, your hips slowly started moving, grinding on the still-clothed length of your boyfriend. 

“you seriously can’t wait anymore, right, sweetheart?” jihoon asked after a short laugh, and you only shook your head. he laughed again before kissing you, moving his hand to your front clothed only with slowly soaking panties. “you’re so wet already. are you so impatient for me?”

you nodded, wanting him to finally take proper care of you. seeing his confident smile caused you to move again, this time grinding on his fingers lightly touching your core through the cotton material. 

“please, jihoon-“ mumbling out, you tried to form the next part of the sentence, but you failed the moment he moved the panties to the side and slid one of his fingers inside you. as you moaned softly at the sensation, jihoon carefully observed every change happening on your face and body. 

then, the second finger managed to slide in and you had to bite on your lower lip to not make louder sounds. you threw your head back, happy with a bit full sensation. and when he started moving his fingers, you couldn’t stop yourself anymore and just had to moan softly. 

meanwhile, jihoon started trailing his lips from yours to your jawline, neck, and then to your collarbones. everywhere where he could, he just had to leave at least a small mark of his presence. of the fact that he was the one making you feel so good. 

“m-more, please-“ quietly mumbling out, you brushed your fingers through jihoon’s hair, pulling on it again. looking at you with lust-filled eyes, he stopped kissing your neck, but only for a while. 

“you think you can handle more, sweetheart?” 

“mm-hmm.”

with a fast yet burning with lust kiss, jihoon finally lowered his pants, showing what you craved; his dick. you had to refrain yourself with the last bits of self-control from licking your lips at the sight. 

“you ready?” after a nod from you, jihoon smiled again, letting you do the rest of the job. as you adjusted yourself and slowly lowered your body, the feeling of being full took all over your body.

with moans and groans, you started moving up and down, and lusty sounds of slapping skin against skin filled the room. your boyfriend again started kissing your shoulder and collarbones, occasionally leaving here and there marks. his favourite spot to nibble on was the one place that made you moan louder and clench around his length. with one hand helping you bounce up and down, the other one massaging your tits, taking your nipple in between his fingers. 

you two might’ve been close to your highs, but none of you wanted to stop there. thankfully, the neighbours went on vacation, so no one would eventually complain about the two of you. 

[celabi]

What if Reader and Scara announce their engagement to Ei?

🍄

Scaramouche probably wanted to keep the engagement a secret from his mother. he’s thought about just packing a suitcase, taking your hand and running away together, far from all your friends and family, and people who would just get in the way. he’s selfish and greedy, and wants nothing more then to have you all to himself. but he knows you have a life, and want to be around other people who aren’t just him, so he stays put.

he ponders for a while on how he’ll tell her the news, that he’s not a nerdy, loner looser anymore and that he’s finally put a ring on your finger, just because she can be a little over the top with new things relating to her son. she gets way too excited and will embarrass him by telling all her girl friends whenever he makes an accomplishment. but he knows it’s all in good spirits, and that’s shes just doing what mothers do.

you’ve both most likely come back from a date, it’s late, and scara is getting a little sleepy from all the walking he did, where you find Ei still awake in the kitchen. she greets you with a wave and beckons you both to sit down at the table while she makes you a hot coco. your boyfriend, secretly fiancé, of course slips in the chair next to you and leans his head on your shoulder, his fingers trailing up and down your thigh from under the table, as he murmurs on about how lucky he is to have you and all that.

his mother watches from behind the counter with a kind smile, as you coo and play with his hair softly. she thinks you both look so adorable, and match together well. how she couldn’t imagine anyone other then you to steal the heart from her son. Ei giggles softly, and walks over with the mugs in her hands. “You look like a married couple.”

scara, in a little daze, takes the mug and brings it too his lips, nodding slightly. “Yeah… we will be soon.” he’s just so tired he doesn’t know what he’s saying. he feels you shift in your seat, and turns to face you, where you’re already looking back at him with raised eyebrows and a small grin. he blinks, and then slowly turns to his mom, who’s eyes and mouth are both wide open. he mirrors her, and places down his drink, clearing his throat. “Uh— I mean, in the fut—”

“You’re engaged?” she whispers, and brings a hand up to cover her face. he can already hear it, small whimpers falling from her lips, and he sighs. she’s crying, pools of tears streaming down her cheeks as she holds onto the edge of the table for support. Old age is catching up to her, and her little heart can’t take it. sniffling, she lifts her head up to meet your eyes, where you smile and raise your hand, where a ring sits snug around your finger. she bawls, and as much as she is a pain in his ass, scara can’t find it in his heart to just sit there and watch.

he stands up, and awkwardly wraps an arm around her shoulders. she’s quick to react, and pulls him into a hug, her body racking of sobs as she cries into his shoulder. she hardly ever gets to touch her son, with him being so closed off and territorial, so having him in her arms really feeds into her emotions. “Oh dear, my sweet boy… I’m— I’m so happy for you!” she cries, hands balling into fists around his shirt. “You’ve come so far… I can’t believe it! I’m so�� so…” scara looks to you for help, but you only giggle and wave him off.

he coughs, and softly pushes her away. her cheeks are flushes and her eyes are red and puffy, but she still smiles at him so lovingly. she reaches for his cheek and holds it in her palm, sobs slowly melting into whimpers, which turn to sniffles, until she’s able to steady her breathing without breaking down again. “too be honest… i never thought you would get a girlfriend, let alone a wife… so hearing this is such perfect news! knowing my boy has found someone to love him just the way he is…” Ei looks to you and smiles, while scara stands there and thinks. ‘Just the way he is…? What does that mean?’

she wipes her eyes for any remaining tears, and clears her throat. “So then… I suppose grandkids won’t just be a pipe dream?”

[themorriganwitch]

Top Gun: Maverick Kink Headcanons

Summary: Headcanons for 5 kinks 5 particular Daggers have

Words: 1k 

Characters: Bradley Bradshaw, Natasha Trace, Jake Seresin, Bob Floyd, Pete Mitchell, also includes some IceMav

A/N: Includes NSFW Content, 18+ only MDNI!!, English is not my first language, so there will be mistakes. 

Masterlist 

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Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw 

-   Choke kink – on the few occasions where he let you take the lead and let you bounce on top of him, he wants nothing more than your tiny fingers wrapped around his throat. And when you squeeze him just right – he could come in that exact moment.

-       Daddy Kink – I don’t know why, maybe it’s just the vibe he gives or maybe it’s me wanting to call him Daddy, he definitely has one. Amen.

-       Overstimulation – God, how he loves seeing you completely messed up, tears straining your cheeks after he gave it to you so good again and again and again.

-       Impact Play – How he loves watching your ass jiggle, your flesh red and hot from where he put his hands.

-       Breeding Kink – Nothing he would ever think about during his frat boy years but after finding his soulmate he cannot imagine something sweeter that seeing you pregnant with his child.

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Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

-  Breeding kink – that man wants to see your belly round and your tits swollen. Could be the southern boy from a huge family in him or just him in general. No matter what – that man wants to see you pregnant with his child.

-       Cockwarming – Jake being the touchiest human on planet earth loves nothing more than feeling your walls hugging him perfectly close, especially after coming right back from a long deployment.

-       Edging – He’s a teasing piece of shit. Nothing gets him more going than hearing you beg for his cock.

-       Exhibitionism – slipping his hand between your thighs while sitting at dinner with Rooster and his girlfriend knowing only, he can feel the wet patch on your panties even though you are in a room full of people, that’s probably the best dinner he ever had.

-       Brat Taming – Mouth ‘Make me’ at him, after he admonished you several times for you teasing him on a navy ball and will fully loose his shit as soon as you come home.

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Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell  (Most of these involve IceMav)

- Rank Kink – oh how Mav adores when you call him Captain. But he adores it way much more calling Ice by his rank when the admiral rewards him for not annoying the shit out of Cyclone.

-       Spit Kink- That man likes to get messy in the sheets, add some dominance vibes to it and he is a happy man.

-       Threesomes – Not with everyone of course but he would lie if says that he never thought about you, Ice and him getting messy in the sheets.

-       Switch: With everyone but Ice, Mav is probably the dominant part. But as soon as him and Ice are alone, he fully submits to his Admiral, knowing he would never regret it.

-   Brat Taming: Ice taming Mav after he spend another day driving Cyclone and the whole Navy insane – it’s not a headcanon but universal.

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Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd 

- Dom / Sub dynamic – being always underestimated by his co-workers and superiors Bob loves nothing more to come home after a rough day and reward someone for doing exactly what he tells them to do. And he will always take such good care of you.

-       Bondage: he might look innocent with his birth control glasses and everything, but he goes absolutely feral seeing you tied up and helpless (fully consensual of course) in front of him

-       Voyeurism – you, laying spread wide open on your shared king size bed while he sits on a chair across the room, watching you touch yourself and moaning his name – that’s how images heaven

-       Brat Taming – Polite and kind bobby loves nothing more than showing his brat of a girlfriend how to behave correctly when escorting him to a navy ball.

-       Aftercare – it’s not really a kink but since our beloved backseater is someone (honestly unsurprising) who likes it wild in the sheets, he knows how important it is to take good care of you after you’re done. He always has some water and snacks stock in his drawer next to the bed and he always cleans you up softly before he cuddles you until you fall asleep in his arms.  

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Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace

-  Choke Kink – the thought of you pressed under her, her hands lightly squeezing your throat while she rides you with her favorite strap on – that’s what helps her to keep going through a tough workday.

- Rank Kink – kinda similar to Bobs Dom/Sub thing – being one of the few female aviators who graduated top gun Nat had always to keep up with her co-workers not taking her serious and making fun of her (*Cough*Hangman) she absolutely goes feral if you call her “Lieutenant”, while she serves you.

-   Edging – She’s incredibly similar to Jake when it comes to this (not that this is something she would like to hear)

-       Sensory Deprivation – After a long day of flying and always being ultra-focused on watching the environment up in the air, Nat highly appreciates to be blindfolded and just let her other senses work while you make her feel good.

-       Switch: Phoenix is a classic Switch – on somedays when she had to boss new Top Gun students around, she needs to submit to you and fully let go of all the responsibility. While on other days after being screamed at by her superiors she needs to feel a sense of control.

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Additional Headcanon for Phoenix and Hangman: Both probably would never really consider having a threesome unless it is with each other and a third person. And the whole thing would evolve from the competition who can make the third person come the most.

(Probably going to work on this for an upcoming One-shot now)

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Hope you enjoyed this, comments and prompt ideas are always highly appreciated 

[veayrss]

Muggle school?

Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: Muggle school, what every wizard hates, or what every wizard wants to experience. Y/n the Gryffindor who’s known for dating and befriending Theodore Nott and his friends, is excited to go back to her old school for a school trip Dumbledore thought of. When she sees her old friends, and old lovers, she’s beyond excited. Are her friends happy about this? Will it change how they feel about muggles? Will relationships crumble? Let’s see.

Warnings: Nothing yet, just kissing little bit of make outs

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“I still don’t understand how you guys are still together! I mean honestly he’s a player an a Slytherin. I think that you guys-“ hermione smacked Ron with her book, “God Ron! Shut up and stop being so judgmental about everything. They are happy in there relationship so leave it at that and be happy for her.”

Harry laughed at Ron and hermione’s bickering, you sighed annoyed with Ron’s voice already and it’s only 7:17. “Oh my god! Ron shut up. Me and theo are happy. He’s not a player stop your worrying. We’ve been dating for two years.” You yelled in your American accent.

“Ugh, I know but he cheated on you before!” Ron whisper yelled back, “and I forgave him! He’s changed Ron, drop it. I did so I don’t know why about still on it.” You lowered your voice and rubbed your temples.

“Ok, ok! I’m sorry y/n/n, i just don’t want you to get hurt again you like my little sister!” You laugh “it’s fine ron-“ you give him a hug then pull away ”-but you know I am older.” you smile and walk to class backwards to you can see your three friends.

“YOUR OLDER BY A WEEK!” Ron yelled at you, he hates when you say that.

Harry just laughs at his two best friends. “We better get going I don’t want to feel Ms. McGonagalls rath.” Harry said trying to hurry up his friends. “You right.. last time she made me do all the dishes. THE PILE WAS ENDLESS. Felt right at home.” Everyone laughed at the last bit, understanding what you ment.

In class

Y/n, Harry, hermione, and Ron all enter class and everyone is in their seats, yet there is no teacher. Harry gives them a questioning look but Ron just shrugs his shoulders and they all go to there seats.

Y/n goes and sits next to her lovely boyfriend, Theodore Nott. “Hey Theo.” She said as she has her hand on his left shoulder working her way to her seat on his right, so her hand glides from one shoulder to another.

He looks up and sees a face he’s been waiting to see all morning. “Where were you at breakfast?” The curious boyfriend asked. She laughed and set her books on the table. “I was with Ron, Harry, and Mione. We went to see Hagrid! He has a cute new pet! Maybe after class we can go back and I can show you!” Y/n said excitedly.

Theo smiles at her babaling about hagrids new adorable pet. “Y/n/n.” She stops her talking and looks up. “Yeah Theo?” He gives her a ‘are your serious’ type of face. She then chuckles at him. “I haven’t forgotten I wanted to see how long it would take for you to say something“ she then pulls theos tie and gives him a kiss.

{BYE WHEN I WAS WRITING THIS FUCKING REDBONE STARTS PLAYING💀}

She goes to pull away but he holds her in place for a longer kiss. They get a little to caught up in the kiss, so Draco throws a paper ball and hits Theo in the head. Y/n bursts out into a fit of laughter and Theo turns to Draco and Enzo.

“Your begging to get killed aren’t you.” Theo told draco mad he interrupted him and his girlfriends kiss. “Honestly I was worried! You guys have been smacking back there for the past three minutes! I thought I saw you turning blue. So I’m your hero in a way. I saved you from dying.” You sigh and turn to your books with a smile on your lips.

“He is right! You should be thanking us.” Enzo smirks, theo gives them a death glare. “Alright class. Quite down!” Professor McGonagall says while walking in the classroom. The boys shut up and pay attention.

“So professor Dumbledore has decided we go on a field trip.” She continues as she reaches the front of the class. And everyone is intrigued with the field trip. Including theo, Draco, and mattheo.

“You all will be attending a full month in muggle school.” She tells everyone. Kids gasped, then whispers started to full up the room on the other hand you were beyond excited. Professor McGonagall continued. “We have filled your parents with the information. Now there will be a group of kids to go to these schools..” she goes on saying schools then the last school she names is yours.

You beam with happiness “theo! She said my old school!” He smiles at you, then you continue “maybe you’ll be able to meet my friends back home!” He grabs your hands “let’s see what school we get.”

After professor McGonagall says kids names, the group they are in, and school they will attend she tells them to go to the dorms and pack and to meet up in the cafeteria.

The group that’s going with you to your old school is Theo, pansy, Blaise, Draco, mattheo, Enzo, Harry, ron, and hermione.

Time to go to America!

[unpopularshipperoboro]

Pokémon dates [Celeshiro]

The following chapter includes: Celeshiro, picnic dates and loving Pokemon.

AU: Pokemon, they're around 14-15.

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Taeko loved Picnic dates, Chihiro didn’t as much but his Pokemon did.

Celestia, despite liking picnics, always brought a big umbrella because she didn’t like the sun shining on her for so long. She always said it tainted her skin, Celestia however enjoyed the scenery and how relaxing a picnic can be. Her Pokemon all cuddling around her and playing was such a treat, watching them play and have fun always brought her joy. 

Chihiro, on the other hand, didn’t feel so similar. He was the only one who hated picnics, Chihiro was never one to go outside and stay out for long periods of time. He’s more of an indoor researcher than an outdoor one, Kyoko can confirm this. However, his Pokemon adored going outside and having picnics, Chihiro learned to just adapt and enjoy his Pokemon’s happiness. 

It has been a year since Chihiro and Celestia saw each other in person, they’d contact a lot on screen but that was it. Chihiro had to travel to different regions for all the research and it had taken much longer than originally planned. Meanwhile, Celestia was busy working at her little shop for Pokemon clothes. Their teams have changed since then too, not drastically but quite a bit. 

They decided to meet by the lake for a picnic to relax. The weather was perfect and the sound of waves crashing together in a calm manner was nice. They brought snacks, blankets and an umbrella for the big picnic they were going to have. The two love birds sat under the umbrella hand in hand cuddling close together watching their Pokemon play. “So, how have you been Taeko?” Chihiro looked up at his girlfriend. 

“Hm, amazing. It has been lonely without you, but I made new friends to help me out. Didn’t you notice?” Celestia smiled, her eyes sparkling with happiness. 

“I’m sorry it took so long- I didn’t think I’d be gone for a whole year like that! And yes I noticed. You managed to get a Thievul and a Noivern! those are hard to find- how did you even do it?!” Chihiro had contained his excitement up until now, he was curious about finding out how his girlfriend caught both of them in one year or less.

“Well, I used the trick you taught me.”

“Which one?”

“Show them your kindness, you get nowhere with aggression, right? You told me that.” Chihiro blushed and nodded his head, Taeko smiled. Noivern proceeded to then sit himself on Celestia’s head while her Thievul also joined, cuddling between the two lovers. The couple giggled in response. “I met Noivern all alone in a cave, it was pouring out. I think his friends left him behind… So I took him in. Thievul tried stealing my stuff- always a pain yet she never really left my store. They stole but always watched over it, I just decided to let her stay.”

“Awww! My girlfriend is such a sweetheart!” Chihiro cuddled closer making Celestia’s cheeks turned pink.

“W-well- I think that you’re the sweetheart here!” Taeko was never good with out of the blue compliments, she did love them. She looked at Chihiro’s smile who completely disregarded what she said and sighed. “Thank you for that by the way, and I noticed you had a few new Pokemon yourself. Mind sharing?”

The smaller boy’s eyes sparkled, “Oh oh! Denne was someone we studied and didn’t want to leave my side so I kinda just took him. Kirlia was simply abandoned so I took him home.”

“Someone had a male Kirlia?” Celestia’s eyes widened, “And they just left him behind?”

“Yeah it looked like it, I asked if it wanted to join me and it went right inside the ball.” Chihiro spoke and Kirlia walked over to him, sitting on his lap while Denne hid inside his pocket. 

“Aw, they seem tired too.” Taeko giggled in aw, trying to hold in her laughter by covering her mouth.

“Seems so- not those guys though.” Chihiro pointed at their older Pokemon playing; Pikachu was play-fighting her shiny Delphox while Porygon2, Gothitelle and Polteageist were playing tag with Rotom. The two laughed in awe at their energetic Pokemon. 

“Oh my, they’re going to get hungry soon.” Celestia suggested with a smirk, Chihiro nodded back holding his laughter. 

“Oh Celestia, I learned how to make Mochi so I brought some- I hope it doesn’t taste bad.” Chihiro said while grabbing his bag, reaching for the food.

“Nonsense, and if it does we have other foods too.” Celestia did a similar thing to Chihiro, but had less of a harder time than Chihiro. “It’s time to eat guys!” After yelling those words, their friends stopped and ran over jumping up and down.

Today was the best day for a picnic and a reunion. 

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Author’s Note: I’m sorry I couldn’t add the legendaries and added onto how they got each Pokemon. This was requested by Icefeather22 on Ao3!

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[jbbarnesandnoble]

I've never been in a relationship, but let me tell you about my most recent heartbreak

I was at my childhood best friends wedding as one of her bridesmaids. It was Thursday night and we were at the rehearsal dinner. I was placed at a table separate from the rest of the bridal party (it's cause someone else set out the name tags and didn't know I was apart of the bridal party). So, last minute I was moved to the correct table placed across from the one groomsman I had not met yet 👀 So I sit down and a moment later he sits across from me and oh boy am I in trouble.

I introduce myself and he introduces himself and oh boy I'm smitten. But I tell myself to play it cool and not to get ahead of myself. Anyway, we're talking and the vibe is wonderful. He's kind, funny, easy to talk to, and seems genuinely to get to know me (I'm fighting for my life at this point).

Then the ball drops, he says and I quote "my girlfriend." I cry inside and my hopes and dreams are crushed. But I knew it was too good to be true. Anyway, I ask him how they met and it's the cutest story. They're literally childhood friends to lovers, I can't even be mad about it (not that I was going to be because I'm not a 🏠wrecker)

Also please know that he had no ulterior motives, he was just a genuinely friendly person and is so in love with his girlfriend it's adorable and I'm very happy for them.

[ohwowimlonley]

Harry Potter nsfw alphabet

Warnings - sub!harry, dom!reader, humiliation, praise

Notes - gonna be doing these for every character on my character list! If there’s anyone you guys desperately wanna see then let me know through my ask box and I’ll put a rush on it!

Likes and reblogs are always appreciated!

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

Harry is very panicky after sex, he always worries he’s done something wrong even though he isn’t rough with you. He’d shush you, brush stray hairs away from your forehead, wrap you up in his arms and allow the both of you to calm down. After that, along with a few mumbled words of praise, he’d let you tell him what you needed help with. He’d follow your every word to the letter, anything he could do to help you out.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

On you? He absolutely adores your tits. It doesn’t matter the size or shape- he just loves to touch them. He’s so needy for them, all the time. Sometimes, he’d just lay there, head between your tits and bathing in your warmth. On him? He doesn’t really like to admit it but he loves his thighs. More specifically, he loves when you grind yourself on his thigh. He loves it when you use him for your own pleasure, telling him to tense and let go, bossing him around.

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

Harry does what he’s told. Anywhere you let him cum is a privilege, so he doesn’t complain when he doesn’t get to cum where he wants. He does cum a lot though, ropes and ropes of milky white cum landing wherever you let him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Harry really likes it when you play with his balls. It makes him really embarrassed so he never really asks for you to do it. When you discover this little kink and try it out, it’s safe to say he doesn’t last long.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Harry never really had a lot of time to have girlfriends or boyfriends, and when he did he was too awkward to do anything past heavy petting. So, he’s an amazing kisser but you’d have to teach him everything else (which is good, because he’s an amazing learner)

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

He takes whatever you’re willing to give him, but he does have a preference for you riding him. He doesn’t make you do any of the work; he holds you up by your hips and rabbits into you, watching with dazed eyes as your tits bounce in time.

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

He does have an occasional giggly moment, yeah. It mostly happens when he gets his head stuck in his shirt or a leg of his glasses tangled in his hair. Other than that, though, he’s usually too absorbed in the feeling of you touching him to think about laughing.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn’t really do a whole lot of grooming, but he keeps himself tidy enough. There’s a mostly neat little patch of curly, dark hair just below his happy trail ending just before his length begins.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

Harry is such a lil sap :( he loves to hold hands w you and tell you how much he loves you, mumbles it through tears when you’re riding him

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Harry doesn’t touch himself unless you let him. It makes him really needy, sometimes, but it just makes him all the more sensitive when you decide to touch him.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

- Praise kink (obviously, he loves to know when he’s being a good boy for you and it makes him melt every time

- Oral fixation kink (stick a finger in his mouth while riding him and he’ll be putty in your hands I promise)

- Humiliation kink (I have this image in my head of having a needy little Harry begging for your attention at a party, face going all red when you make him rut into your hand in front of all his friends while you make fun of his leaking cock)

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Again, he does what he’s told. Sometimes, if he asks really nicely then you’ll let him fuck you over a desk in an empty classroom (though you’d tease him the whole time about how he’s such a slut for fucking you where anyone could see)

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

Pretty much any time you touch him tbh. He’s a good boy about it, though, so most of the time he keeps himself in check in public and when you’re busy.

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

Harry doesn’t like to hurt you. He doesn’t grip on you hard enough to leave bruises, doesn’t restrain your hands and he’d never slap you anywhere on your body. Small hickeys are okay, he thinks they look rather pretty sometimes but it’d never go further than that without talking about it a lot.

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

While he does really really love to slip his tongue between your folds, he’s also a sucker for your mouth on him. The best solution for this would probably be for you to climb on top of him, wrap your lips around his tip and let him lean up and lick away all your juices.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He usually prefers to keep it slow and drive himself in deeper so he can feel all the sensations of your gummy walls clinging to him.

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

Harry actually quite likes a quickie every now and then. Not all the time, because he loves to spend as much time as possible with you, but he’ll take it in a pinch. It is quite exciting for him, fucking you as fast as he can before someone catches onto the fact you’re both late to Transfigurations and there are suspicious sounds coming from a small storage cupboard.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He’s willing to do anything as long as you are, and as long as there’s no possible way of him hurting you.

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

Harry never really lasts very long, on account of “you’re just so pretty and you feel so good around me,” but he’s willing to go as many rounds as you want him to, until he’s cumming dry for you.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t really like toys too much. If he knows he won’t see you for a while, he’ll ask very nicely if he can get himself a little fleshlight to use with your permission but other than that he’s perfectly content with no toys.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Harry doesn’t dare tease you for fear of punishment. When he does, it isn’t on purpose, he’s just naturally beautiful and it’s not his fault he’s relentlessly pretty.

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

He’s not really very loud a lot, a few whimpers and whines here and there, but he’s mostly too dazed out of his mind to do anything other than stare up at you in awe.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

Thinking about cockwarming w Harry. Him just needing the comfort hug of your tight walls around him and you bathing in his bashful compliments of “thank you baby, love you so much, feels so good,”

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

Harry’s not very big, maybe six and a half inches but he’s quite thick and knows just how to use it to his advantage.

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

Not a very high sex drive, so he doesn’t often initiate sex but sometimes you turn him on beyond belief and he’s forced to follow you around like a lost puppy dog, begging you to let him fuck you.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He waits for you to sleep first, watching as you relax more and more as you fall into a deeper sleep. It’s only after he’s sure you’re safely asleep that he allows himself to submit into rest.

[iznsfw]

First Place

IVE's Kim Gaeul x Male Reader Smut

Finally finished the Gaeul piece after days! Hope you guys like it; this might be the only thing I'll write for her, and for her group IVE in general.

Dedicated to @firagaarmor, resident Gaeul enjoyer and @kaedewrites because the idol featured in this story is the girl he's cheating with on Chaewon. Love you guys! Keep being awesome!

Just a little more, you promise yourself, just a little more.

Your legs start to give way, but you are almost there. Your rubber shoes slam against the floor of the basketball court, eager to get away from the opponents in blue. Out of the corner of your eye, you see one trying to sneak up to snatch the orange basketball in your hands.

Let him think that he would get it. Let him race with you till he is only a few inches away from you. Let him plunge himself at you in an attempt to steal the ball.

Let him meet a disappointing end as you dodge away from him at the last second, turning around from your opponents and teammates as they crowd around you and jump high in the air. Can you do it? Will it get in? What if you didn't aim right?

Everything around you is a blur. You are deaf to the screaming and cheering crowds jumping in the bleachers, the cheerleaders doing their routines with flashy pompoms, the referee's voice getting more excited…

"GOAL!"

That's when everything goes back to normal.

Your college absolutely erupts into cheers. The timer running comes to an end, and the referee proudly announces: "I can't believe it! Star player of Victory Gardens University lives up to their name by bringing his college home a win for the seventh year ina row! Congratulations, Victory!"

You can't believe it. You actually did it! Your teammates huddle around you and give you high-fives, pats on the shoulder and cheers while the players of your opponent team politely clap at your victory. You hear a few groans and mutters of annoyance from the students of the school you were competing with, but who cares? You won the game!

You smile through it all, even as your sweaty teammates hug you and the fabric of their shirts gets in your face. You return all the compliments and hugs to each of them, until at the end of the crowd, you see her.

You know her all too well. There she stands, wearing a large smile on her face and your red varsity jacket. Anyone could recognize her with the hair colored with an ashy blonde at the ends and prominent ears, but you pretend not to know her.

You approach her with a teasing smile on your face. "Excuse me, do I know you?"

She giggles and punches your shoulder. "Even when you just won a game, you're so annoying," she says, but she plays along. "It's your girlfriend, stupid! Kim Gaeul!"

You love bugging her; she's just so adorable when she gets jokingly upset over it. "Fine, I guess I do know you."

Gaeul leaps at you to wrap you in her arms. The strands of her multi-colored pompoms from her cheerleading stab you in the eye but you ignore the sting and hug her back. Her leg wraps around you as you lift her in the air, kissing her over and over.

"Congratulations, babe! I knew you could do it!" Gaeul tells you. Her breath is a refreshing wind against your warm sweat-stricken skin. "I'm so proud of you."

You chuckle. "I almost missed, you know. Didn't you see Seo almost snatching the ball from me?"

"No. All I could see was my handsome boy running across the court—fuck, you looked so hot dodging those guys—and winning the game."

"Aww, Gaeul." You hug her tighter and kiss her even more. Sappy as she may be, you still appreciate her attempts to make you feel happy. "You didn't have to say all that."

"What can I say? My boyfriend is the best after all."

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As tiring as the whole day was, you are thankful to have experienced it. Even those deafening yells from your coach from the practice early today and the pressure the whole school put onto your shoulders and your team's seem to have been worth it in the end. You don't even know why you even worried at all.

Perhaps your girlfriend Gaeul cheering at the sidelines really helped you out. You remember stealing glances at her throughout the game, and in one of those little glances you recall her blowing you a flirty kiss. Your blush was so prominent that even the referee yelled, "Player 02 seems to have gotten some 'inspiration' from our cheerleader Gaeul! Will he win this year's game for her?"

It took a while for all the post-game ruckus to come to an end. You and your team were awarded gold medals in front of the whole basketball court, which the university's photojournalists desperately tried to snap a photo of. You hoped that your pictures would turn out good.

The other scribe journalists also interviewed you and your teammates. One sports news writer asked you, "Did you really win the game for one of the cheerleaders?", to which you responded: "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't."

The aftermath of the game may be chaotic, but you enjoy being appreciated and loved by everyone from time to time. And seeing Gaeul be the proudest of you out of everyone makes your heart swell with pride. Maybe, just maybe, you aren't that bad after all.

As the two of you evacuate hand-in-hand to the almost empty university buildings, you confess these feelings to Gaeul. She is one of the people you trust to be able to be as honest as you like with. With each step you take in the never-ending twists of stairs, she listens to you, the look of love in her eyes never faltering.

"Of course you aren't 'that' bad!" Gaeul tells you after your lips have spilled ever thought you have to her. "You're the best!"

You shrug, chuckling doubtfully. "Huh, not really."

"Yes really. You were really good at the game. In everything too, actually."

"I don't know, Gaeul."

But perhaps you do know. Maybe she's right; today is the day you stop doubting yourself. Or at least try.

Oh forget it, it's not worth thinking or stressing about. It isn't worth your time.

Instead, you focus on your surroundings. Posters plaster the walls of the building, you notice while climbing the stairs. One is promoting a guy for a student council election that has finished months ago. You wonder if he won. Another is a note pinned by a teacher reminding theater students that rehearsals for some play will occur every two o' clock. And this one—

"Besides," Gaeul's voice suddenly interrupts your thoughts, "you just kept Victory's winning streak going. You deserve a reward for that."

"I guess the medal would look good on my door. Some Jollibee would be fine too, but—oh."

Suddenly, Gaeul's touch seems to spark heat along its path down the slant of your back. You turn to give her a questioning glance and see that she is looking at you suggestively, her smile telling the oblivious you all that you need to know about what kind of reward she is offering.

Gaeul slowly lowers the varsity jacket from her shoulders. She certainly knows how much she can affect you by the way she shows off her body in the stairwell. Once she slightly removes the jacket, you are generously allowed a view of her tight bust and stomach contained by a fitting sleeveless shirt. You can't bring yourself to look away from her long smooth legs that are exposed by the black shorts that cling to her hips.

Dang, your girlfriend is hot.

"So come on, babe." Gaeul bites her lip, eyes never leaving yours. She ties the sleeves of the jacket around her waist, posing so your eyes could still bask at the sight of her legs. "Take your reward. Take it however you like."

You'd love to, but common sense makes you think about this twice. First of all, you're still a little sweaty from the game; shouldn't you freshen up a little first? And what if somebody sees you and Gaeul going at it? The stairwells are sure to be filled with students again soon once the Intramurals stuff ended.

But her words linger in your mind.

"However you like"…

The same common sense that made you hesitant dies away at that very second.

You grab Gaeul's wrists and pin them above her just as you slam her to the wall. Fuck, she looks so hot like this: her sultry yet needy gaze remaining on you while her arms are up, allowing you to see just how tight and delicious her body is. The shape of her breasts, the curve of her body, the length of her legs? You love them all. You love her.

Your lips meet Gaeul's. Her eyes close, relaxing in the pleasure ignited by your bodies rubbing and touching each other. Her mouth is delicious, you think, as your tongue explores it. She lets out a needy moan, one that makes you press her against the wall harder.

Her leg locks around your waist while her lips eagerly reciprocate the kiss. You can tell by the shudder of her breaths and urgency of her leg pushing you closer that she's excited. You feed Gaeul's excitement and caress her voluptuous body with your free hand. Squeeze her tits, stroke the insides of her thighs, and roam your palm all over her tight stomach. Gaeul sighs and throws your head back when you pull away and decide your kisses would be perfect for her jaw, neck, and collarbone.

"Please, baby," she mewls. She dry-humps your bulge needily, hands freeing themselves from the your grip to pull at your hips.

Her crotch, even with the layer of the shorts, feels amazing against your growing erection. But you want to tease your adorable girlfriend further.

"You said however I like, remember?"

As expected, she whines in protest, rubbing herself even more urgently on your bulge. "Please."

"Only if you get on your knees and suck me off right here."

Gaeul's eyes sparkle at your words, but she doesn't let her eagerness show. She erases the sparkle with a roll of her eyes and another punch to your shoulder. "You're so annoying."

"You love it though."

You know that she knows you're right. So Gaeul nods obediently, lowering herself to fulfill your wishes. The floor is cold underneath her knees.

However, her hand palming you above your shorts feels really warm. You cannot hold back a groan as she slowly circles her hand on your growing erection, bringing it to full hardness.

The tent in your shorts grows tighter. Gaeul carefully slips down the garter of your shorts, licking her lips upon seeing your dick in full mast. What turns her on even more is the knowledge that you being rock hard is her own doing, her fault. The smile on her face just says it all.

She sticks out her tongue and laps at your dick over your underwear. You hiss in between your teeth as more heat produces in your center. Her tongue teases your cockhead with teasing flicks and swipes, all while her eyes curiously stare up at you to see if she is doing a good job. She is assured that she is by the pleasured expression on your face.

Now for the fun part:

After pulling your underwear down too, Gaeul grabs your cock by the base and places her mouth on your tip. She gives your dick open-mouth kisses, her tongue sloppily licking and swirling around it.

"Holy shit, Gaeul." You shut your eyes, too overwhelmed by the pleasure.

Gaeul's thumb caresses your length while her warm palm hugs it tightly. Tongue swiping in between your leaking slit, she lowers her head down to take an inch.

With that, more of your cock is subject to the pleasures of her heavenly mouth. Her hand fondles with your sensitive balls and jerks off the rest of your cock. Her hair gets in the way, so you wrap your hand around her strands to help her out, and also to get a clearer view of her cheeks hollowing and lips massaging your penis.

Gaeul takes it up a notch; she downs her head even more till your cock hits the back of her throat. You feel guilty for being even more turned on by the gag she makes, but the guilt is quickly erased by immense pleasure when she starts bobbing her head up and down.

It becomes challenging for Gaeul. She chokes even more and tears up a little as she struggles to breathe with your dick entering her tight throat. However, she doesn't stop or let up for air. In fact, she increases the speed of her stairwell blowjob; her enthusiastic sucks on your dick paired with her tongue circling your length tug you nearer and nearer to the edge.

"Fuck, your mouth is too fucking good."

Hearing this, Gaeul pauses her ministrations to look up at you. "If you think my mouth is good, you should try my tits." The grin she flashes exude of naught. "Do you want to, daddy?"

You would, but she just barely started blowing you! Maybe she should conti—

Wait, boobjobs from Gaeul are a rarity. You remember constantly asking her to try that out in the bedroom, and often being answered that she just isn't ready for it. Though the titjobs happened from time, they didn't occur as much as you'd like.

And now, here she is, offering it now as part of your reward.

Who are you to say no?

Neat! you think, rubbing your hands together eagerly. She laughs at how immediate your nod is, giving your penis one last kiss before hiking up her shirt, trapping the hem beneath her bra.

Now Gaeul's cleavage is there before you. You wonder if you should dive in that easily, but again, you've already taken a bite of the apple of temptation. Might as well give in.

You shove your dick in between her tits. The heat spreads from your center to your whole body as your breath hitches in your throat at the pleasure. The feeling of the fabric of Gaeul's sports bra rubbing against you is a strange one, but pleasurable nonetheless. In addition to that, her fat mounds of flesh squeeze around you and hug your cock, rubbing its sensitive areas as you slowly start to thrust.

You don't know what feels better between Gaeul's mouth or tits. But you do know that right now, the feeling of her mounds squeezing and rubbing your length is absolutely heavenly. Biting your lip, you begin to thrust your shaft in between her boobs faster, determined to spray her chest with your load.

Gaeul places her hands on the sides of her tits and presses them together even more. Each entry of your dick between them is guaranteed a lick at your tip. You couldn't hold back a shuttering sigh, earning a giggle from your girlfriend as she admires how much precum leaks from your slit.

In just a short while, it becomes too much. You try to hold yourself back, but Gaeul looking up at you like that with those big brown eyes while guiding your thrusts in her plentiful tits is lethal. You have no choice but to accept your peak.

"Yes, baby," Gaeul encourages you. She is biting her lip, too turned on by the sight of you furiously using her boobs to get off. She trembles deliciously at the feeling of being used. "Fuck my tits, fucking use me. You know you want to… oh my god!"

You can't take it anymore. With a curse, you explode on her chest in no time like an active volcano. The lava seems to be delicious for Gaeul; her tongue laps at whatever landed on her lips as if it were ice cream. Her finger collects your semen from her breasts and leads it to her mouth, where she sucks lewdly on the finger, the look in her eyes confirming that the way she sucked it was anything but innocent.

"You came so much, daddy."

"What can I say? You did a pretty good job."

"Thank you!" Gaeul says with a tone of finality, rising from the floor. She brushes off the dust on her knees. "Now, will you please please fuck me?"

Looking at her clasped pleading hands and exaggerated pout, you cannot help but grin; Gaeul can be so cute sometimes.

"Oh, I don't know…" you say, pretending to be hesitant. "What if I don't want to?"

Your actions betray your words, however: you lift Gaeul up and pin her to the wall. The teasing smile never leaves your lips as you watch how desperate she gets, curling her legs around you and rubbing herself the best she could on you.

"Please!" she begs. Her hand cups your cheek to turn your head so that your eyes are all on her. "Don't you want to feel me clench around you? Make me your little cumdump to use right here where anyone can see?"

You do, actually. You do. You so want to feel Gaeul's thighs squeeze your body as her walls do the same to your cock, and see her eagerly take your load as you fill her over and over with it.

But good things come to those who wait, don't they?

"Fuck, Gaeul." You pry her shorts and panties to the side to ready your dick at the entrance of her pretty pink pussy leaking with need. "Talk dirty again to me, baby, please."

"Hnghh!" She yelps when you rub your cockhead at her clit teasingly. "Hahh, alright. Hum… I guess you do want to make me your cumdump, don't you, daddy? You feel so fucking big. I wonder how much better it would feel if you put it- inside! Oh god, it's so big!"

You push into her without warning. The lewd words Gaeul telltales are getting to you too much. However, it is much to her benefit anyway; Gaeul moans at the feeling of being stuffed, her head leaning heavily on the wall whilse she pants heavily.

Begin to push in and out of her, your cock sheathing itself in her tightness and removing itself from there just as quickly. "Does it feel good, Gaeul?"

"It feels, hah, so good. And so much better when you're inside me, daddy."

Gaeul's slick tightness is heaven for you too. The way her slick walls cling to you and rub your cock veins is no joking matter; it's enough to make anybody give everything up just to feel it.

You groan. "Fuck, I know, babygirl," you kiss her neck. "You feel so good too. So tight and wet for me."

"It's all for you, daddy. All for you."

Your hips start to quicken; Gaeul's pussy is too tight to not use to its limits. That in mind, you spread Gaeul's thighs further apart to thrust deeper. She squeals helplessly, hands tight around your shoulders while her legs push at your back to pull you closer.

Although Gaeul is tight, her abundant wetness makes it easier to slip in and out of her. Her whines and screams are motivation as well to pound her faster. If your mind weren't so clouded by lust right now, you would have been more concerned by the volume of her screams, but all you do is repeatedly draw a few inches out of Gaeul and slam them back inside her again.

Poise your hands over her ass, squeezing the plump globes and throwing a spank at one of them. Gaeul mewls weakly, eyes rolled to the back of her head while she babbles incoherently. You understand the strings of curses she lets out less when you pull down her sports bra and let her breasts spill from the cups. You capture one pert nipple in your mouth, suckling on it like you would to her clit. Your teeth ridge on her areola while your previously free hand now captures her hip and steadily rubs tight circles above her needy clit.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! So good!" Gaeul screams. The varsity jacket tied around her waist has now dropped to the floor because of how violently you are taking her. "Oh fuck, you're going to make me cum. So—fucking—ahhh!"

Her juices stain your thumb that keeps the pressure alive on her clit, forming heat in her center. Your cock relentlessly slamming in and out of her, the continued stimulation on her clit, and your eager sucking on her breasts easily lead her down the path to her orgasm.

Gaeul's tightness increases; her walls clench around you even more and her spasming hips start to move by themselves to ride out her orgasm, and bring you to your own.

It becomes deliciously messy; you spew your load into your girlfriend while her girl cum spills down her thighs. Her shorts become stained with your fluids and hers. It's a shame that the fabric covers her pussy and therefore prevent you from seeing her get creampied, but watching your cum roll down her thighs and hearing Gaeul cry out in all the pleasure make it worth it.

But the aftermath of your "ceremony" in the unfitting stairwell—Gaeul laughing at what you just did and kissing you passionately, telling you "Congratulations babe, I'm so proud of you"—proves that her true love for you is better than any gold medal you would ever receive from your basketball games.

Although you'd still want to hang the medal along with the others you've won on your door.

[donghyuckcuyhgnod]

OUR LITTLE SECRET.

park jisung x fem!reader

genre: fluff, crack

warnings: swearing, haechan sees reader naked for like two seconds, implications of showering with jisung, jisung’s clothes are too big for reader, implies that reader has long & dark hair, reader uses she/her pronouns

2.2k words

you were jisung’s little secret. as an idol, being in a relationship was not only risky, but hard to contain. not only did jisung worry about his own repuatation, but the most important thing to him was your happiness and your safety. and if the world knew about you, he was sure that both of those would be at risk. so he kept you to himself; not even his closest friends and fellow members knowing about you.

you didn’t mind, of course. you appreciated the way he took your feelings into consideration. you didn’t want to be famous, not one bit. you didn’t want to be known as the girl who dates an idol. jisung meant the world to you, and you didn’t want anything to get in the way of that.

so, the two of you opted for hanging out only when the fellow dreamies, who also happened to be jisung’s dormmates, weren’t home. and after your departure, he would make sure that every tiny trace of you was gone. he thought he’d been caught just recently—jaemin had found a piece of long dark hair in the laundry room and was quite puzzled. of course, jisung feigned the same amount of confusion as the other boys. and luckily, he wasn’t questioned.

or even when renjun found a tube of lipgloss in between the couch cushions when he was cleaning one day. luckily, donghyuck’s sister had visited recently before that which made a great excuse as to why there could be a tube of lipgloss in the couch. however, jisung couldn’t help but taste that same lipgloss on his lips from the day before when the dreamies weren’t home.

but he hasn’t been caught, and he hadn’t planned on getting caught any time soon. it’s been over a year since the two of you began dating, and to be honest, both of you were quite shocked at how long you’ve kept this secret. jisung promised you that one day, when ready, he’d gladly introduce you to the members; but for now, laying low was the only viable option.

you sighed at the feeling of the hot water trickling down your back, your hands running through your hair to get the suds out. the only type of wash jisung had in the shower was men’s shampoo, but the smell was absolutely heavenly so you weren’t really complaining. he had just previously gotten out, opting to let you finish washing your hair while he searched for a movie for the two of you to watch before you had to leave the dorms.

you heard the knob of the bathroom door turning, a smile immediately adorning your face at the thought of your boyfriend’s pretty face, free of any makeup and hair completley natural. you were about to greet him, until you heard a voice that definitely wasn’t jisung’s.

“jisung, we’re home a little early. jeno forgot to text you that we were on our way back,” you heard a high-pitched voice say, and you could lightly make out the shadow of a figure walking towards the sink in the bathroom. your eyes widened, a state of pure panic taking over your body.

shit, what do i do now? i can’t say anything, my voice clearly isn’t jisung’s! but if i stay silent, it’ll be weird! oh, fuck!

“dude?” the boy said after another moment, confusion laced in his voice at the lack of response. your hands flew to your forehead in frustration, holding your breath in a nervous habit. the figure walked a bit closer towards the closed shower curtain, and you could see the way he bent down and picked something up.

shit.

“bro, why are there women’s underwear on your floor? and a bra?” you heard a laugh. “i had no idea you liked to wear these types of things, jisung,” the boy teased, and you could practically feel the smugness in his tone. suddenly, you heard the voice of your lovely boyfriend. finally.

“hyuck! h-hey, what’s up?” jisung casually asked, and you could clearly hear the nervousness in his voice. you could make out his figure faintly through the curtain, his hands on his hips as he rocked back and forth on his heels.

“oh- jisung? why is the shower running if you’re not in it?” the boy questioned, a tint of suspicion in his voice.

“oh, you know. just cleaning the tub!” jisung laughed it off, and you rolled your eyes at his pathetic excuse and terrible lying skills.

“cleaning? dude, you never clean!” the boy, that you now know as hyuck, laughed. “let’s see just how good you cleaned the bathtub then,” he mocked, and the panic began to rise in you once again as you saw his figure get closer and closer to the shower curtain. and suddenly, there were fingers hooked around the ends of the curtain and a panicked jisung yelling, “no! hyung, stop!”

and before you knew it, your eyes met a pair of brown ones that had blown incredibly big at the sight of a girl in the familiar shower. the scream you let out was loud and ear-piercing as you tried your best to cover yourself, a similar noise coming from the boy you’d never met before.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” he screamed, immediately covering his eyes, running out of the bathroom as you heard his loud footsteps. you stopped the water, not knowing what else to do as you heard jisung chase after him.

“THERE’S A GIRL IN OUR SHOWER!”

suddenly, a series of voices began to reach your ears, a loud and shocked “THERE’S A GIRL IN OUR SHOWER!?” coming from another voice, but this one a bit deeper. you cringed, an overwhelming amount of regret taking over you. as fast as you could, you exited the bathroom, thanking the gods above that your boyfriend’s bedroom was only one room over. you threw on the first thing that you could find in jisung’s closet—a large shirt and a pair of sweat shorts.

after speedily getting dressed, you made your way towards the door of jisung’s bedroom. your hand hesitated on the knob, a heavy breath leaving your lips as you prepared yourself for an interesting encounter, and also to properly explain yourself; although, you weren’t really sure there was a proper way to explain all of this.

opening the door, you slowly and nervously made your way down the hall and nearing the living room, where several different voices were bickering and talking back and forth—you being the main subject.

rounding the corner, you caught sight of the five boys you had heard so much about. your body shook with nerves and your wet hair felt heavier than normal on your head and your shoulders. they hadn’t heard or seen you yet, their minds too occupied with questioning and interrogating the youngest of the group.

you lightly cleared your throat, gaining the attention of all six boys as they went completely silent. all twelve eyes were on you, wide and shocked, confusion evident in the way they looked at you. jisung silently cooed at the way you looked with his baggy clothes on your small figure, but now was not the time for that.

“who are you!?” one of them screeched, his bright orange hair swaying as he shook his head in confusion. before you could even get a word out, jisung interrupted.

“chenle! don’t talk to her like that!” he defended you. the way the five unfamiliar boys stared at you had involuntarily made you shiver, your nerves causing you to flinch away from their stares.

“guys, this is. . . uhm,” jisung cleared his throat, looking down at the ground as his cheeks went red. he scratched the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact with his five best friends, and especially you. your eyes sparkled at him, a gentle smile taking over your face at his cute antics. although, you couldn’t really blame him for acting in such ways. this was an awkward situation. “this is y/n. my girlfriend,” he blurted out, his voice going high-pitched at the end of his sentence.

“girlfriend?” another said, his eyes going wide as he stared at jisung. “since when have you had a girlfriend?” he said, his pink hair nearly covering his wide eyes.

“about a year and a half,” you responded, and they seemed shocked to hear you speak. your voice was small and nervous, but had a sweetness to it that made their hearts melt. you were so small compared to them, jisung’s clothes hanging off of your dainty figure like a dress.

“you’ve been keeping this from us for over a year!?”

“yes, renjun!” jisung responded with annoyance. “she just said that, didn’t she?”

“oh, don’t you dare talk to me like that-“ renjun started, but was cut off by the final boy, his round glasses slowly sliding down his nose as he shushed renjun.

“i’m really sorry,” you said, your eyes wide in regret as you nervously played with your fingers.

“why are you apologizing? it’s my fault i didn’t tell them,” jisung said, a look of sincerity in his eyes.

“no, no, no. it’s not your fault. i’m sorry for intruding when you guys didn’t even know i existed. it was wrong of me and i apologize. i’m the one who agreed to see jisung in secret, when i should’ve been encouraging him to be truthful with you all. i-i didn’t mean to offend any of you,” you spoke softly, and the boys couldn’t help but soften at the way you basically shriveled into a ball from nervousness.

“it’s okay,” hyuck said, noticing the way jisung looked at you with sadness in his eyes. he had never seen such a look on the younger’s face, and it almost made him feel bad for making such a scene. almost. “it’s jisung’s fault. he’s the idiot for keeping an entire person from us,” he finished.

“hey!” jisung defended, and you couldn’t help but giggle at that, covering your face to hide your blushing and embarassed cheeks. the boys smiled at you, somehow finding you quite adorable. it had only been a mere few minutes and they had barely even spoke to you, yet somehow you were already like a little sister to them. maybe it was the look in jisung’s eyes when you emerged from his bedroom, or maybe it was the way you smiled at jisung after hyuck made you laugh.

“you guys are all assholes, you know! instead of approaching the situation calmly you just automatically freaked out on me!” jisung said, huffing as he stomped his foot.

“calmly!? park jisung, i saw a naked girl in our shower. how the hell was i supposed to react calmly to that!?” hyuck said, causing you to break out into giggles once again as he shouted at your boyfriend. the boys joined along in your light laughter, all amused; except for your boyfriend, of course.

“well. . . i don’t know! also, why are you still holding those!?” jisung shouted, noticing the familiar pair of blue underwear in hyuck’s hands. your boyfriend snatched them from his friend’s grip, hiding them behind his back. you yelped in embarrassment, for they weren’t necessarily a normal pair of underwear—but rather, lack-there-of.

“yeah? why is your hair wet, too?” chenle pointed out, the boys all noticing his dripping wet locks, similar to yours. jisung’s eyes widened, his mouth hanging open in shock. suddenly, his entire face was a deep shade of red and his eyes were trembling. “wh-what are you talking about? i took one before her!”

“yeah, right! your hair would’ve been dry by now! our little maknae isn’t so little anymore, huh?” the boy with the pink hair smirked, a teasing laugh escaping his lips as the boys joined along. “shut up, jaemin!”

“hey, i don’t blame you, sung! from what i saw, she’s got a nice pair of-“

“don’t you dare say it!” he yelled at hyuck. you put your face in your hands, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“our maknae can get it!” the boy with glasses said. “shut up, jeno!” jisung responded, clearly at a loss for words.

you giggled again, your mood suddenly lifting. you no longer felt weird and embarassed by the way they looked at you, but rather comfortable. they had already made you laugh quite a few times, and you had only just met them. you looked at jisung and the way he sighed in frustration, and you couldn’t help but smile at him and the way they nagged and teased the younger.

despite jisung’s protests, you could already make out the clear brother-like relationship between the boys. it was evident in the way they teased him, their remarks full of affection. weirdly enough, you enjoyed seeing so much love being put forth towards your boyfriend, no matter how much he disagreed.

for the days after that, you no longer saw jisung in secret. you started to spend a lot more time at the dorms, whether the dreamies were there or not. you even began spending nights there, up until sunrise playing games with jisung and his fellow members. you felt closer to your boyfriend than ever, and you were happy to call the five other boys your new friends.

maybe being a secret wasn’t the best option, afrerall.

all rights reserved, © euphoriclele 2021

[l-r-christian]

Title: 'The noble stag's daughter; A Halloween romance'

First Meeting - Thunder Monster - First Crush - First Family Ball - First Heartbreak - First Christmas - A Day With Grandfather

Warnings: Fluff just all of the fluff, Cute Mikaelson moments

It was the first of October as Rebekah smiled dressing Y/N who was smiling up at her aunt kicking her feet as she sat on a chair while Rebekah placed a hat on her head then place the girl down watching the eight year old skip out giggling. Rebekah had placed green tights and a pumpkin dress on the girl as her aunt was going to make sure the girl was going to have the best Halloween since they couldn't give her one the las few years.

"Well well look at this Nik. A cute little pumpkin." Kol said picking up the girl who squealed happily as Klaus smiled and Rebekah walked out smirking.

"I have out done myself. Got a costume for each day up until Halloween."

"I see, going to take her trick-or-treating also?" Kol asked placing Y/N down with a smile seeing Klaus crouched down holding his hands out to the girl smiling soft as she grabbed them.

"That we are."

"Is that my baby pumpkin?" Elijah cooed crouched down as Y/N saw her father and pure joy came over her face running up to Elijah. Y/N placed kisses on his face as Elijah grabbed her little hands kissing them then scooped his daughter up into his arms smiling feeling her cuddle up to him and Elijah fixed her little hat.

"Adorable Rebekah. You have out done yourself."

"Thank you Elijah. Be ready because I have more."

Four days into October and Rebekah had dressed Y/N as a little bat and was running down stairs stopping smiling seeing Elijah with Gia. Both were talking about something as the girl just wanted to see her father happy since Elijah had been only focused on his daughter. So when Y/N saw Elijah getting closer to the younger vampire, the girl began to push them together.

"What are you doing small one?" Mikael asked getting down behind Y/N since saving the girl a month ago. Mikael had been wrapped around his grand daughter's finger unable to say no to the girl, doing whatever she asked of the vampire. Much like her uncles and father, Mikael was willing to slaughter anyone to protect the girl.

"Watching daddy with Gia. See daddy likes Gia and she likes him back so I been trying to get them together.....Daddy deserve to be happy."

"I see. And why are you a bat?"

"Aunt Beka picked out my costumes all the way up to til Halloween." Y/N chirped looking up at her grandfather smiling brightly as Mikael nodded taking in the information.

"Why hasn't your father act on his feelings?"

"Busy, also the scary suit people papa."

"I see then I shall help you on this little endeavor." Mikael said smiling as Y/N brighten up as operation make Elijah happy went into affect to which Mikael got to see just how much of a Mikaelson Y/N was. Elijah smiled seeing Mikael with Y/N believing he was drawing with the girl unaware his daughter was working with his father to get him a girlfriend.

"Okay! We find out what Gia likes then hint it at daddy." Y/N said showing Mikael as Rebekah raised an eyebrow seeing Mikael nodding listening intently to the young Mikaelson.

"What are you plotting Y/N?"

"Getting daddy and Gia together. Papa is help." Y/N tells Rebekah who smirked sitting joining in. A week away from Halloween with Y/N dressed as Wednesday Addams of the Mikaelson Halloween ball as a Halloween block party was passing out candy to the children. Elijah stood watching Mikael hold Y/N up away from boys her own age and it was amusing to Elijah when he spotted Gia making his breathing hitch.

"I hope you don't mind but Y/N want to match costumes so we took Gia to get a Morticia Addams dress. By the way Gia is amazing with Y/N." Rebekah says watching Y/N run to Gia who pick the girl up with a smile as Mikael was glaring at the young boys. Rebekah knew the quickest way for a woman to earn Elijah's affections was how they treated Y/N so to see Gia adore Y/N was a winner in Elijah's eyes.

"You planned this?"

"You'll be surprised to know I did not." Rebekah said as Elijah looked at her then walked over to Gia and Y/N. The vampire jumped feeling a hand on her lower back looking to see Elijah smiling softly as he kissed his daughter's head.

"Looks like you are the Morticia to our Wednesday and Gomez." Elijah teased lightly seeing the vampire flushing as Y/N smiled hugging Gia saying how pretty she was. Hours into the night Y/N sat on Mikael's forearm watching Elijah dance with Gia making the young witch excited.

"It is working!"

"What is working?" Klaus asked spotting the brightness in his niece's eyes as Mikael smirked looking at his son.

"Your niece as planned to get Elijah with young Gia."

"Oh?" Klaus said smirking deciding to join in getting Elijah with Gia also. The day of Halloween Y/N was excited dressed as a Viking warrior she rush down stairs getting Mikael's and Hayley's attention hearing her let out a battle cry waving a fake axe pretending to kill Mikael who played along. Hope squealed happy to see her cousin as Mikael played dead and Y/N looked to Hayley who was trying to not to laugh.

"Had me the princess."

"Okay please don't hurt me." Hayley says placing Hope in a wagon the girl brought with her and Hayley smiled watching Y/N take off with Hope and pretend attack Marcel. Klaus walked into the den with a raised eyebrow seeing Mikael getting up and the sounds of Kol dying dramatically.

"Do I want to know?"

"Y/N wanted to be a Viking warrior princess this year." Rebekah says carrying two bowls of candy getting ready for trick-or-treaters seeing Gia crouched down in front of Y/N with a smile.

"I take it Gia and Elijah are taking the girls?"

"Yes since Mikael had scared the neighborhood boys. And hopefully Elijah and Gia get together at the end of the night."

Elijah smiled watching Gia with his daughter and niece as they got back from trick-or-treating and Y/N had asked the vampire to help her get ready for bed. Next thing both vampires knew they were in Elijah's bed panting when a roll of thunder reached their ears. Gia flushed when Elijah placed one of his shirts on her before kissing her lightly when Y/N came running in carrying a teddy bear Gia got her.

"Daddy, thunder monster and Thor are being scary."

"I know babygirl, come here." Elijah said opening his arms to his daughter but saw her climb into Gia's arms and Elijah smiled softly wrapping his arms around both girls. Y/N smiled snuggling between them falling asleep as Elijah rubbing her back.

"You know, Y/N and my family had been plotting to get us together."

"Oh! I.....but...why?" Gia asked feeling shy as Elijah cupped her cheek rubbing it with his thumb eyes twinkling with adoration as seeing Gia holding his daughter with such care made him love her even more.

"Y/N wants me happy. The clever girl found out my feelings for you and had been pushing us together."

"Truly your daughter. Always thinking ten steps ahead to which I am glad for." Gia says softly leaning forward kissing Elijah making him smile against her lips before both fell asleep.

Morning light shined though Elijah's window as the vampire woke surprised to find Gia and Y/N curled into one another while snuggling into his warmth. Elijah smiled softly watching them both for a moment.

"Goodmorning beautiful." Elijah said softly seeing Gia wake up catching her flushing face. Y/N caught both of their attention whe she rolled over snuggling back into Gia and Elijah chuckled softly kissing his daughter's head before gently kissing Gia.

"I'll go make my favorite girls breakfast. And Gia.....do know I care for you deeply."

"I know.....I care for you deeply too." Gia says smiling knowing that she wasn't going anywhere as she adored both daughter and father too much to leave. Gia breathed deeply smiling burying her nose in Y/N's curls happily listening to the girl breath softly cuddling into the vampire.

[potter-imagines]

Getting Drunk With Fred Weasley

Prompt: getting drunk w/ your boyfriend Fred would include + mini blurbs

Warning: drinking, swearing, and some suggestive wording

Word Count: 2.2k

Notes: n/a

Parties are not an uncommon event in the Gryffindor common room

Alcohol and drink mixtures of all sorts are being poured left and right every weekend

Most weekend you have a drink or two while catching up with your friends after a busy week of school

Other weekends you choose the path of getting plastered alongside your boyfriend off smuggled liquor and bottle of beer

On these night in particular, 

Fred does not let you out of his sight

At all

Unless of course Lee challenges him to a beer pong match then he’ll carefully usher you over the couch where he can keep an eye on you while he’s playing

Has to pause the match like 20 times to chase after you and lead you over to his side “Y/n! You know you can’t out drink Seamus- he’s Irish! C’mon, come watch me kick George and Lee’s ass. They’re so bad it takes two of them to even manage a winning shot yet somehow they still suck!”

Loves it when you cheer him on

Is constantly glancing over to reassure himself you haven’t run off again

Your distraction is heightened in this state

So he feels the need to be your second set of eyes

Which had come in handy many a times

Like when Ron dared you to touch the burning fire while he was wasted on dragon barrel brandy

“Don’t be a pussy, Y/n. Swipe your hand real fast and you won’t even feel a thing-” “Y/n, pull your hand away from that fire, love. Ron, what the fuck? Are you trying to set my girlfriend up in flames? Angel, Ron is an idiot, you know that, don’t do anything he says again.” “Hey!”

And the time when you all were playing strip poker and Fred quite literally threw himself on top of your body to cover your chest when George teased you to take your bra off and your hands reached back for the clasps

(( he bitched at George for five minutes straight for that suggestion ))

Fred knew you were not one to back down from a challenge, especially when drunk and not considering the consequences or regret that would follow

So he always made sure you never embarrassed yourself too much or did anything you’d be wanting to take back come morning

During any Gryffindor party, Fred is the life of it

When he’s not preoccupied fawning over you, he’s hopping around with George seeking out trouble

The man throws back liquor like its water

Claims he knows his limits, but he really doesn’t

He is a touchy drunk

Hands brushing through your hair as you chat on the couch

Arms wrapped around your shoulder as you laugh along with your friends

Fingers laced in yours whenever you’re near

He craves your touch even more so when the liquor taints his veins

Let’s be real, Fred is not exactly the type of boyfriend to try to get you to stop drinking

He still makes sure you’re safe and not over drinking but,

Most of the times,

He’s the one pouring the shots for you

And mixing the drinks

But he always knows when to stop, and when you’ve had enough to drink

He tries to mentally keep note of how many drinks you've had but loses track once he reaches about five on his own end

Sometimes he’ll silently swap out your glass of whiskey for a glass of pumpkin juice

It’s obvious to Fred that he made the right choice when he watched as you sipped gleefully on the juice, not making a single comment on the dramatic change in taste

In these moments he begins to prepare himself for a night of babysitting you

And he’s so sweet in helping you on the nights when you go an inch- or ten- overboard

Carries you up to your bed and helps you change out of your clothes and into new ones for bed

He gets you wipes to take of your makeup, if you’re wearing any, and he’ll sit you between his legs on your bed while he brushes through your hair

After you’re properly ready for bed, Fred makes sure to set a glass of water on your nightstand incase you get thirsty and a bag of crackers if you get hungry

Stays the night without question when you ask

Other times he stays regardless of if you do or don’t

Your roommates don’t mind seeing as he takes care of you meaning they don’t have to

He’ll lay on his back and usher you over to place you head on his chest

His fingertips will soothingly trail up and down you back, lulling you into a deep sleep with the rhythmic motion

Tries his best to make sure you fall asleep first

Drunk Fred really has no control over his sleep habits and has a tendency to pass out from sudden exhaustion at any moment

One second him and George are fucking around with partygoers, supply them with different products of theirs, and causing pure chaos

The next second Fred was snoozing away while he laid on the couch with his head in your lap

Then he was back up an going again

Like a toddler on a sugar high

He’s such a giggly drunk

Kisses to the tip of your nose

Always smiling over at you and complimenting you  

“Have I told you how breathtaking you look tonight?” “Only ten times, but I’m okay with elven.” “Let’s make it twelve, you looks absolutely stunning- so pretty, and all mine.”

The boy can’t help it, you make him feel weightless with happiness sober and the feeling only intensifies when he’s been drinking

There are nights when Fred can’t seem to taste the scorching burn of the liquor anymore after about six shots and it these nights where George and yourself are left dragging him up the stairs

George will beg you to stay the night because he can’t handle Fred’s drunken rambling about how much he misses you

And you agree because, how could you say no to Fred’s adorable puppy dog eyes and grabby hands longing for you to cuddle with him

If you two are both drunk, you’ll stay up talking- or rather whispering- under his comforter

He’ll stumble over his words and jumps from topic to topic in the blink of an eye

Uncontrollable giggles as he whispers- or rather stutters- out the most confusing jokes you’ve ever heard

Like

“Angel, angel…” “Yes, Freddie?” “What happens when a toad’s car breaks down?” “I dunno…” “It gets froged!” “I’m sorry, come again? Isn’t it meant to be the frog’s car that breaks down and it gets ‘toad’...not ‘froged’?”

But he’s out like a light before you can get an explanation

He breathes like darth vader when he’s in his drunken slumber

Yet its somehow comforting in an odd way

Like it reminds you that he’s there holding you

And also that he’s still alive, which is surprising at times with the amount of drinks he consumes in one night

If you think Fred acts reckless sober, he thinks he’s invincible when he’s drunk which is even worse

He’ll agree to almost anything

If Ron were to tell him he bet Fred wouldn’t jump from the Astrology Tower all the way down to the courtyard? Fred would do it just in spite of him

The only time this attitude of his had gotten him into trouble was when Fred, George and Lee came up with the grand idea to go down the boy’s dormitory staircase on mattresses

Fred, being the brilliant man he is, decided to go first

You had been gossiping away in the common room to Hermione about a new Muggle actor the two of you had seen in a film when you heard the loud crashing, followed by the voice you loved so much groaning in agony

By the time you reached the opening to the stairwell, George and Lee were aiding Fred down the stone steps, carefully avoiding his ankle which had been twisted in an inhuman position

Madam Pomfrey surprisingly kept hum about Fred’s intoxication and instead scolded him for hours on end about his reckless, mindless choice to try to slide down, winding, steep, stone steps

Once news reached the professors the nest morning, McGoagall dismissed 40 points from Gryffindor for the incident

Using your mattress to surf down the twirling stairwell has since been prohibited

On a separate occasion Fred had accident lit the edge of the curtain on fire

You can always tell when he’s reached that level by the volume in his tone

It tends to get deeper the more intoxicated he becomes

And his words slowly slur together into a string of blabber

Mostly compliments, sweet words, and sometimes suggestive ones as well

Fred gets a bit more… forward when he’s got that liquid courage soaring through him

His hands will start to roam slowly from around your waist to your lower back, then resting on your bum

He gets turned on watching you play beer pong for some reason

Especially when you win

Maybe it’s the view he’s graced with when you bend to bounce the pin pong ball

Or the feistiness that arises when the match gets hot

It’s more than enticing for him

Fred can feel his frame get stiffer everytime you bend across the table to retrieve the cup and chug the beer from it

When the round has ceased and you’re declared champion yet again, Fred steps forward to pull you in for a hug

As he gives you a kiss on the cheek, he whispers, 

“Good girl! Now if you beat George again I’ll give you a special surprise later tonight, angel.”

Which makes your knees weak like jell-o as your frame pushes into his for support

It doesn’t help that you can feel just how excited he is through the denim of his jeans

Fred dips his head to plant a trail of wet, teasing kisses along the skin of your warm neck until George was groaning and pleading for you to start the match

You practically shook for the entirety of the game, still managing to sink almost every shot into a cup forcing George to drink for the majority of it

He ended up tapping out once you nailed the seventh cup in a row and kept your winning streak alive due to his need to find a trash can immediately

You stopped there to join Fred by his side as he smiled to you, clearly pleased that you won

“Looks like someone is getting rewarded tonight.”

His arm draped around your shoulder as you leaned into his side, your cheeks flaring from the mass of bodies but mostly from Fred’s suggestive promise

He only forced you to suffer through the party for another ten minutes or so before pouring one last shot for the both of you, then nearly pushing you up the winding stairs to his dorm

Lets just say he certainly fulfilled on his promise- more than once that night

Loves it when you sit in his lap when you’re on the couch together

Whispers dirty secrets into your ear

Drunk Fred leaves hickies under the clothes

He’s not the type to care who’s around, he’ll try to slide his hand up your skirt in front of nearly anyone when he’s inebriated

“Fred- you’re brother is sitting right there, stop it!” “Shhhh, angel. He’s not even watching, right George?” “Right, Fred.” “See?”

To which you glare dangerous at him as you place his hand back in his lap, but Fred continues to smirk in amusement

It’s like you’re a preschool teacher constantly having to tell a child to keep their hands to themselves, Fred just refuses to listen

Fred doesn’t necessarily get jealous of other guys

He trusts you and he’s confident enough in your relationship not to feel threatened by other guys

However he is possessive af over you when he’s been drinking

In a sweet way tho

Literally wants all your time and attention when he’s drunk

If you don’t feel like dancing, he’ll ask you to come watch him dance

When you say you need to use the bathroom, he’ll ask a million times if you want him to come with

If George places a bet against Fred in a game of cards, Fred will drag you over to sit next to him as Seamus shuffles the deck and prepares the table

He’ll show you his cards and tell you to pick one

Even though he knows you’re completely unaware of the rules to the game, he loves the smile of excitement that appears on your face when he lets you

And in the rare times that you do say no, he works his magic with those big doe eyes and pouty lip until you say yes

It brings him comfort when you’re by his side

Your nights end the same each day, wrapped in his arms listening to the relaxing thump of his heart as the two of you doze off, both silently dreading the awaiting hangover than would surely greet you first thing in the morning, but you wouldn’t want it any other way

[bbysamu]

bestie what about kenma and osamu getting jealous of the boy you babysit? 🥺 i love your series!

#Haikyuu boys jealous of the kid you’re babysitting // pt.3 

featuring:: KOZUME Kenma, MIYA Osamu 

genre:: fluff, comedy

warning:: none!

⇢ Part I ,  Part II

a/n:: thanks for requesting my dear! I'm so happy you enjoy this series. I hope you like pt. 3!

❥ KOZUME Kenma 

“babe, please remember to bring your switch.” 

Kenma pouts, instantly regretting offering to babysit with you today. “do I have to?” 

You look up at him, “you promised, babe. You’re the one who offered and I've told him and he’s so excited. He’s been talking about Mario Kart all week, you can’t back out or else you might break his little heart.”

Kenma rolls his eyes, “you’re so fricken dramatic, but fine.” 

The two of you walk hand-in-hand, arriving right outside Theo’s door at 5 pm 

“Y/n!” the little boy excitedly greets you 

“Hi Theo!” you crouch down, hugging the little boy back, “do you remember me telling you about Mario Kart? well, look who’s here! This is Kenma, my boyfriend, and he’s brought Mario Kart just for you!” 

Theo’s eyes gleamed at the mention of “Mario Kart”, but darkened for the slightest second at the mention of “boyfriend” 

Kenma blinks, unsure of what he’s just seen and follows the two of you into the house 

“Y/n, I’m hungry.” Theo juts out his lips, looking up at you expectantly 

“I'll fix up a little snack for you, honey. Why don’t you play Mario Kart with Kenma first?” 

Theo lets out a happy “yay” and runs into the living room 

You give Kenma your best “you better be on your good behavior” look and he responds with a “I'll try” 

As you’re in the kitchen fixing up a PB&J sandwich, Kenma quietly sets up the switch, trying to make small conversation with the young boy

“Hey Theo, do you have a favorite Mario character?” 

“yeah.” 

“which one?” 

“the one I kick your butt with.” 

Kenma looks up in surprise and finds the little boy glaring at him, “do you have a problem with me?” 

“yeah, you’re ugly.” 

“well, you’re exactly easy on the eyes either.” Kenma retorts quietly 

“I hate your hair and I love Y/N.” 

Kenma is amused and annoyed at the same time 

“I love Y/N too.” 

“I love her more. She is my wife.” 

“she’s not even your girlfriend. She’s MY girlfriend and in a few years she’ll be my wife.” 

Theo stomps his feet, “no, she is my girlfriend.” 

“no, she’s mine.” 

This little banter continued for a few good minutes before Theo finally comes up with a suggestion, “how about a game between us two men? The winner of Mario Kart gets Y/N as his girlfriend.” 

Kenma snorts, “well, first of all, she isn’t some object we can just “win”. But I will accept your challenge and put you in your place.” 

you come back to the living room and is shocked by the wave of intensity  between Kenma and Theo as the two gripped the switch control and stared at the TV in front. 

“hey boys, wanna take a break? I brought snacks.” 

“shhhhhhh, in a bit.” Kenma responds 

“In a bit” eventually turned into three hours of non-stop Mario Kart that left Theo crying in your laps after losing every single game 

After comforting him and putting him in bed, you bid farewell to his parents and left with Kenma

“Kenma Kozume.” 

Your boyfriend stiffens at your use of his full name, “yes, kitten?” 

“don't “kitten” me. Why’d you do that? Why couldn’t you go easy on Theo? I thought we had an understanding.” 

Kenma sighs, “look I really didn’t want to tell you this, but I couldn’t afford to go easy on the kid.” 

“why?”

“because I might lose you.” 

“what in the world are you talking about?” 

He glance at you before averting his eyes, “he challenged me and the winner gets you as his girlfriend.” 

You burst out laughing at this incredulous notion, “but, I'm already your girlfriend.” 

He turns to you, “yeah! I know! but if I lose, he’ll keep saying you’re his girlfriend and I hate that!” 

You soften as you watch the red appear on his cheeks

“you know you’re adorable when you’re jealous” 

“you know I love you right?” Kenma asks 

“I've never doubted that for a second.” 

❥ MIYA Osamu 

Osamu packs the rice balls into the little container, making sure the little dinosaurs aren’t squished together 

“babe, you’re so sweet for making these. I bet Johnny would love them.” 

Osamu smiles up at you, “thanks for letting me tag along, princess. I’m excited to meet this Johnny kid you’ve been talking so much about.” 

Osamu regrets ever asking to meet Johnny the moment the 10-year old opened the door and yelled, “My love! you’re finally back to see me!” 

Yes, you’ve warned your boyfriend about Johnny being quite a dramatic kid, but Osamu had no idea Johnny’s dramatic antics would include dramatically flirting with you 

“Hi darling, I literally just saw you four days ago.” 

“and that’s just too long.”

“oh stop it, you. Ever so dramatic. Anyhow, this is my boyfriend Osamu, and guess what? He’s made you your favorite snacks.” 

Osamu could feel his annoyance rise as Johnny glanced over and gave him a once-over before smiling, an obviously fake smile

“oh thank you mr. Osamu. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

Osamu clears his throat, returning an equally fake smile, “nice to meet you too, Johnny. You can just call me Osamu.” 

“great.” again, with that fake smile 

“Johnny, why don’t you show Osamu the puzzle we’ve been working on and I’ll get the rice balls out of the containers for us.” 

Johnny leads the way, with Osamu trailing slowly behind him. As soon the two of them were out of your earshot, both dropped their formalities 

“hey Osamu,” Johnny turns around, “thanks for the rice ball, but don’t come back with Y/N ever again. This is my quality time with my darling and I don’t need you ruining it, especially not someone like you.”

Osamu scoffs, “first of all, where’d you come from kid? The 1950s? second of all, I was just thinking I should’ve probably added some laxatives in those rice balls for you.” 

Johnny scoffs in return, “Jokes on you because I don’t even know what laxatives are.” 

Osamu was about to respond when you returned with the rice balls. 

The rest of the evening was spend with the two of them vying for your attention and subtle glares at each other when you weren’t looking 

Osamu breathes a sigh of relief when Johnny’s parents returned and the two of you left for the front door

“bye beautiful Y/N! I shall miss you and see you in my dreams.” 

You roll your eyes playfully before giving the kid a hug, “see you Thursday, honey.” 

Osamu playfully swings your interlaced fingers back and forth as you guys walk back to his car 

“did you have fun?” 

“nope.”

“what? It looked like you had a good time chatting with Johnny.” 

“this kid is way too much for me. You know he tried to threaten me? babe, I don’t think you should babysit him anymore.”

You laugh slightly, “oh babe, don’t tell me you’re jealous.” 

Osamu glance over at you, “if I say I was, would you stop?” 

“nope, but I’ll say you’re very cute and give you a kiss.” 

Osamu sighs dramatically, “fine, I guess I'll accept.” 

The two of you stand kissing in front of his car for a few minutes. You tried to pull away, only for him to tighten his grips on your waist, lips continue pressing into yours 

If he’s going to act this way, maybe you should invite him over to babysit Johnny more often

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we’re okay | d.m

draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary : draco and his girlfriend got in a fight but she stayed patient with him.

warning : swearing, angst, accusations?, fluff towards the end, talk about starting a family

a/n : flashbacks in italic

word count : 1.8k

01.30 am

It was late and you had to wake up early tomorrow for a potions exam but your mind was elsewhere. Tossing around in your bed the events of last night kept replaying in your head. 

"Why can't you see– I love you Draco"

"No Y/N you don't love me– you love the idea of fixing me!" Draco shouted at you through his gritted teeth and locked jaw. 

"You can't possibly think that's true..." You backed away from him as the tears in your eyes started to fall. 

Fighting and fighting was all you've been doing with Draco. You knew what you signed up for when you got into a relationship with Draco, but you never thought it would get this bad. Every day you try to hold onto him, try to lend him your hand because God knows he needs it in times like this. After Draco got the mission from you-know-who, he has not been himself. Always sneaking away, only to come back to his dorm past midnight. You tried for so long to try to talk to him but he wasn't budging, and now, here you were. All you wanted to do was tell him he's not alone and that you love him but of course he would turn that on you, twisting it into something sick. 

"Y/N we both know it's true, you come into my life when I'm at my lowest and you try too hard!" Draco continued to shout at your fragile state. 

"Try too hard? Try too hard my arse Draco– This is what I get for caring about you?" You fought back at him not wanting to lose another fight to him.

"I didn't ask for you to care for me– You came to me all on your own trying to be little miss perfect, fixing the broken boy like last year's project! Well, guess what? You can leave now, there's the door Y/N!" Draco spat out at you when a single tear escaped from the corner of his eye. 

Your body ran cold at his harsh words, you knew Draco didn't mean what he said but it still hurts like hell. You've been in his life since the very beginning, growing to love him through your years in Hogwarts. You knew he was hurting and it was hurting you more that you can't take the pain away from him, you love the boy so much to the point where you would sacrifice yourself in a heartbeat in exchange for his happiness.  

"What happened to you? What happened to the boy who helped me ride my first broomstick, to the boy who stuck up for me when those Gryffindors cornered me, to the boy who took me to the Yule Ball–" You chocked out in between your streaming tears "What happened to the boy who I comforted in his home when it was invaded by death eaters? To the boy I've loved since the first year?" You really couldn't control the tears anymore, you had to get out of here before it gets worse.

You shook your head before gathering your book bag and robe, slowly making your way past Draco and to the door he pointed to behind him. You placed your hand onto the doorknob before turning in your place to see Draco's back. 

"Please come back to me" 

With that you were gone, tears run on Draco's pale face– realizing that he just drove you out of his life. Y/N, the last person to truly cared about him, the love of his life. Draco broke down with a scream throwing anything he could get his hands on. 

On the other side of the door, you stood muffling your own tears as you hear him completely breaking. You wiped your face before forcing yourself to step away from the door and back into yours. 

You took a deep breath as you stare up to the ceiling of your dorm. Your roommate was out for the night so it was even quieter, the thoughts in your head screaming at you. You decided that maybe a cold shower would help you sleep.

Before you could even move a muscle the doorknob started rattling, thinking it was your roommate to go get something you turned your body away from the door and closed your eyes, pretending to be asleep. 

The door slowly creaked open and closed again. Footsteps started to approach your bed you could feel a shadow in front of you. The person in front of you stayed there for a moment before brushing a small strand of hair away from your face. 

When the fingertips touched your face you already knew it was Draco, you didn't need to open your eyes to know Draco was touching you. Playing along you stayed still pretending to be asleep as Draco admired your figure wrapped around a thick blanket. Draco placed his hand on the side of your cheeks, stroking it lightly before softly letting out a few words. 

"I'm so sorry"

"I didn't know why I did it but I didn't mean the things I said, I was just– angry, angry at myself for hurting you but angry at you for staying with me when I know someone else could make you much happier than I ever could" Draco softly said, still caressing your rosy cheek in the process. 

"I have never loved anyone other than my family and I don't know how to process the feelings I have for you. This is for the best sweetheart, someday you'll find a guy who will treat you the way you deserve to be treated– like a princess. I'll be okay, as long as you're happy" 

Draco whispered to you, as you felt a teardrop land on your cheek. Your heart aches, listening to him, listening to how he thinks someone else could make you happier. Little did he know that he was it for you, that he was the person you wanted to spend forever with. 

He kissed your forehead lightly before cupping your face again. Goosebumps start to form on the back of your neck as he leaves little kisses on your face. Your head going dizzy, inhaling his scent that you love to drown yourself in. 

"I love you Y/N" 

Not wasting another second he pulled his hand away from your face and sniffled a little. The warmth from his hand leaving your cheeks, and then you heard his footsteps drifting away from you. 

This was now or never if you don't tell him now you might never will. So with a determined mindset, you slowly sat up from your spot and turned around to see Draco opening the door of your dorm with his head hung low. 

"Draco.." 

He picked up his head and quickly turned on his feet to face you. His tear-stained face and his ruffled hair. He changed into a comfortable jumper along with sweatpants to keep him warm in the cold air. His eyes lit up when he noticed you were wearing his jumper, the very first jumper you stole from him in 4th year. He has told you many times to get rid of it as it was old but you never did, considering that it smells like him the most. 

You eyed his figure in the dark before extending your arms out and made grabby hand gestures at him. He smiled softly before closing the door and walking towards your bed. He touched your hands keeping them in his for a while before closing the space between the two of you with a tight hug. You rested your head on his torso with your legs dangling off the bed on either side of him as he kissed your hair. 

Draco finally let go of the hug just to kneel in front of you. He pouted when he saw your face with tears in the corner of your eyes and squeezed your thighs reassuringly. He took your hands and kissed your wrist before cupping your face to wipe your tears away. 

"I don't want you to go..." You murmured down at him 

His mouth fell into a straight line as he takes in the beautiful sight in front of him. His hands fell from your face to your hips, keeping them there and his head hung low too ashamed to look at his love. 

"Nobody compares to you Draco– N-not even close.." You cooed lifting his head by cupping his face much as he did with yours just seconds ago.

His silver eyes were blown, looking up at you with all the adoration and love the world could possibly offer. He opened his mouth to say something but before the words could leave his mouth you closed your lips on his. He stayed still for a second surprised at your action before closing his eyes and returned the kiss. The kiss wasn't like the many kisses you shared before but rather a needy broken one. His lips were soft and tasted a bit salty from all the tears. Without breaking the kiss you guided him to stand and join you on the bed. You backed up until your head hit the soft cold pillow and Draco hovering above you with his arms on either side of you. The both of you finally pulled away in need of air as you admired the boy above you. 

"Y/N wha-"

"Shush Draco," You said in your sweet voice looking into his eyes. 

He smiled down at you before letting go and crushing you. You smiled at him as he snuggles into your neck, leaving a few open mouth kisses. You wrapped your arms around his shoulder and kissed the top of his head before playing with the ends of his hair. 

"You will not speak such stupid words again Draco– I'm not going anywhere" You whispered to him as he picked his head up from the crook of your neck to look at you. "You do know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you right?" You cooed down to him as his eyes lit up once more. 

"Do you mean that?" Draco asked slowly, wanting every word you're saying to be true. 

"Mhm– After this pass, we can get out of here, get a house in the countryside with a big garden and maybe a pond. Then we can start a family, just the two of us– Unless you're not ready to start a family then we can wait as long as you want. Then we'll watch as the kids grow up and go into Hogwarts to start their own lives and then w–" You said as you imagined your life with Draco. 

He looked up at you with a soft smile before interrupting you with a soft kiss on your lips. He smiled and chuckled into your lips as you do the same, the kiss ended up being a small laughing fit for the both of you. 

"Darling I've never heard anything better" Draco cooed after you both calmed down. 

You smiled at the boy in front of you and returned to your previous position with his head on the crook of your neck and your arms around his neck. 

"I love you, darling" 

"I love you too Draco"

[1kook]

dreamy

—pjm x (f) reader

summary; You try to not let it get to you, but Jimin is so cool and you want him to be your boyfriend so bad. warnings; ANGST lol, fwb, reader is very :(( rating; mature (18+) bc tiny smut lol  misc; small smut scene, a happy ending <3 wc; 2.5k

notes; i have to post on #JIMIN’s bday or else i cannot live with myself anyway here’s me trying to fit an entire novella plot line in less than 5k words clap for me except maybe don't bc its not proofread anyway hbd jimin <3

Jimin is a nice guy, but you doubt he’d make a nice boyfriend. He fucks you hard and fast, just as you like, but hardly goes out of his way to sprinkle in any other requests. He’s got a one track mind, doesn’t dwell too long on what you say or how you’re feeling. Doesn’t matter because he’s just supposed to be a fuck buddy, the hot guy you met at a party, so you don’t let it phase you. But, well. Jimin is dreamy.

Sometimes he holds your hand while he eats you out and it sends your thoughts into a frenzy, makes your heart pound a little too fast to brush it off as just arousal. He’s got this gorgeous smile, plush lips framing pearly teeth, and when he flashes it your way, it makes your knees weak. Tells you you’re pretty when he picks you up from class, always holds your hand on the way to his place for your routine fuck. Cute and nice like an angel, but just like an angel, he hardly gives a shit about anyone’s feelings but his own.

He laughs when you ask him to hang out that weekend.

“What, like a date?” he snorts, bare chest glistening from his post-fuck exertion. You're pressed against his side now, circling his pretty brown nipple with your finger. “That’s corny.”

You try to not let it get to you, but Jimin is so cool and you want him to be your boyfriend so bad. “Yeah, silly right,” you murmur, ear pressed to his heart. It’s calming and soothing, a slow thrum that contrasts with your own racing heart.

He’s not one for dates or for romantic things like that. But neither is he some player, a cheater, a two-timer. You can count the number of times he’s slept with someone who wasn’t you in your weird fuck buddy relationship, and all four of those had been when you first started sleeping together and only when you had been out of town. You’re no saint either, so you try to understand. He was just horny, liked getting his dick wet, and sometimes he couldn’t wait for you. Understandable, you tell yourself, but your heart hurts a little bit when he begins snoring without really answering your question.

See the thing is, you really like Jimin. It’s been a little over a year now since you’ve met, so you’ve had plenty of time to learn all about him. He doesn’t like pancakes for breakfast, prefers them for lunch actually, and laughs when you tell him that’s weird. He’s got this really dorky laugh, something between a bell and a whistle— it depends on the situation. Sometimes, Jimin likes when you play with his hair, and other times he doesn’t. He’s a sweet boy, you know he is, so why won’t he settle down?

You hate to attribute it to some past trauma, some “my girlfriend broke my heart when I was seventeen” mess, but the more time that passes you begin to believe it’s true. Jimin was a tough nut to crack, and the longer this drags on, the longer he ignores your feelings, you begin to doubt you will ever see them fulfilled.

Maybe you should end this now before it’s too late.

You don’t stay for breakfast the next morning, simply kiss him goodbye at the door like always. He’s older than you, about two years, so he doesn’t go to school anymore, just chills at home all weekend. “I’ll see you soon?” he grins, low-lidded eyes tracking the movement of your mouth as you bid him adieu. You never give him a solid response, figure a guy like Jimin will forget about you soon enough.

Then, suddenly, it’s been two weeks and he doesn’t reach out. Yeah it hurts, but it’s better than having confessed to him and losing him all at once. You’d rather this ending than the one where he terribly rejects you, breaks your heart into a million pieces, and throws you away. Still, it hurts.

Jimin was so cool. He was smart and confident, had a snappy sort of attitude that he liked to use now and then. He could be mean in bed, lick your cunt until you cried and call you a stupid girl when he wanted to. But that same tongue had snapped at a guy who was trying to pressure you into bed with him at a party. That first night you met, where you had sillily followed him home after his dashing intervention, you had thought it would be nothing more. Just a fling, just a fuck.

But then he was in your bed and in your head, twinkling eyes and cocky grin trailing after you everyday. He was so pretty and so suave, made you feel good even when he was being mean. But you suppose most cocky men like Jimin are like that. They know they don’t disappoint, even when they’re not really trying.

Jimin doesn’t call or text. You don’t see his car pull up outside your campus anymore. He’s gone and that’s that. You cry a little (see: a lot) and pretend you’re over him. You definitely don’t think about his soft laughter or his hands on your chest. Nope.

So that ends.

Or so you think.

Your friends say you’re mopey and sad, too down for someone who wasn’t even your boyfriend. It’s true, which sucks, but they honor your admittance by taking you out to a bar that night. It’s supposed to be chill and relaxing, just some drinks with the girls to soothe your aching heart. But the name of the bar reminds you of something, of someone you can’t reach anymore, and you don’t even know why. You’ve never been here before, never even knew this place existed. But everything about it brings you back to Jimin, like you’re in his space now, and you’re unsure why.

It reminds you of his laugh, his smile, to the point you swear you can hear it, right beside you, down the bar, to your left—

He waves.

There’s this look he used to give you every time he picked you up from your last class, this mix between adoration and lust that made your skin tingle with excitement. It’s not there now, in fact, it’s replaced with the complete opposite. It’s, like, the meanest look he can muster, something akin to a scowl. He smiles, but it’s so plastic-y and fake, it makes your head hurt. He’s so obviously unimpressed with you, probably because you ghosted him before he could ghost you. Maybe his pride is hurt and looking at you grosses him out. Maybe he just hates you.

Either way, eleven pm rolls around and you’re crying in the bathroom. Your friends are out on the floor having fun and singing karaoke. They think you’ve gone inside because you got your period, because that’s what you’ve told them. You don’t know how to explain that your ex who isn’t really your ex is out there looking at you like you’re a piece of gum stuck under his shoe. They’ve never even met Jimin. Why? Because he wasn’t your boyfriend. Who meets their friend’s fuck buddy? No one.

You sniffle, press a balled up tissue against your eyes in a feeble attempt to save your makeup. The bar isn’t that small, but neither is it huge. There’s only a few bathrooms in the back, and you’ve been hogging one of them for some time now. Someone knocks on the door, and you don’t even get the chance to ward them off before the crappy knob jingles and the door bursts open.

“Come on,” he grumbles, “you’re not the only one who’s gotta piss—“

He pauses, meets your eye through the mirror in surprise. “I’m sorry,” you blubber, hurriedly washing your hands in an effort to avoid his gaze. Jimin lingers at the door, which has long since fallen shut, and watches you with the eyes of a hawk. Your hands tremble and shake, fumble over the towel dispenser three times before you’re hastily making your escape. “Sorry,” you mutter again, head downcast as you move around him for the door.

Just as it cracks open, the music from outside filtering in, he slams it shut with a flat palm. You flinch, close in on yourself as he steps behind you. “What’re you doing here, doll?” he murmurs, deep yet careful. Tentative. “You don’t like bars.”

You know you don’t like bars. You didn’t know he knew that. “I’m with some friends,” you explain, jump when a hand touches your shoulder. “I— I’ll leave soon.”

A second attempt for the door is thwarted by Jimin. “Don’t,” he startles, breath heavy against your ear. “Don’t leave again…” he sighs, forehead against your shoulder. And then, quietly, “why did you leave me?”

Your heart syncs up with the music outside, thunders in your ears as you purse your lips. You don’t want to talk about it now, don’t want to confess to these emotions that drown you. Especially not when he’ll never understand nor will he ever care. It’s best to leave it as is, you convince yourself, slowly shrugging him off.

“We don’t want the same things,” you reply, eyes burning with the need to cry like a baby. But it’ll weaken your argument, make you look like the sentimental girl you know he won’t like. “It wouldn’t work anyway.”

The hand on your shoulder jerks you around, makes a gasp catch in your throat when he crowds you against the door. He’s got that same glare on from before, the one he had sent you across the bar earlier, and it makes your lower lip tremble when it’s this close. “You never asked me what I wanted,” he hisses.

It is then that you realize it isn't anger or disgust, but frustration that paints his features. It’s pure, unadulterated confusion and distress on his pretty face, furrowed brows and narrowed eyes pointed your way. You don’t know what it means, don’t know what he wants. “I,” you choke, weakly covering your face with your hand before he can see you crumble. “I just wanted you.”

Jimin deflates, steps closer until his body is pressed against yours, hands on your shoulders. “And you have me, doll,” he murmurs, bumps his nose against yours. “Always have.”

You shake your head, choke on a sob that bubbles up your throat. “No, not like that,” you stress, losing yourself in the emotions you spent so much time bottling up. “I wanted more.”

Jimin shushes you, guides your head into the crook of his neck where you paint his skin in dark mascara tears. “Is this about the date?” he sighs, patting your head gently.

“It’s more than just the date,” you cry, fists curling into the material of his shirt until it rumples beyond repair. He doesn’t understand.

Jimin nods, let’s you cry and sob until you’re feeling better and someone else is pounding at the door, yelling at you two to get a proper room. You don’t want a room, you only want his heart. 

He takes you home again, helps you out of your shoes at the door because you’re still sensitive and quiver like a leaf when you walk. His bedroom is familiar, smells like him and his detergent. You miss it so much, want to savor it once more. Something in your gut says this is the last time, this is just Jimin getting one last fuck out of you before he really abandons you.

So you cry when he sits down on the edge of the bed. He hasn’t even said anything, hasn’t even taken his socks off yet, but you’re already a mess.

And of course he’s there to catch you, tugs you between his legs to look up at you as if you’ve hung the stars in the sky. “Don’t cry,” he whispers, reaching up to brush away your tears. But it’s not your fault that he looks like that right before he’s going to break your heart.

He’s so cool, even when you’re falling apart in his hands. “You don’t want me,” you sniffle, let him guide you onto his lap. “You just want to fuck and that’s it.”

Jimin leans his forehead against yours, warm breath washing over your skin. “I never said that,” he murmurs. “We’ve been over this.”

You huff. “Well you never said you did either,” you snap, rubbing at your eyes.

You cry and cry some more, until your sobs subside and you’re left with the hiccups afterwards. Jimin maneuvers you beside him, lets your hair spill across the sheets as he lays you down. They smell just like him, make your head spin when he kisses your cheek softly. “I want you,” he confesses. “I want this.”

You shake your head vehemently. “No, you don’t,” you sniff, but you’re not so sure. It’s what you’ve been telling yourself for the longest. Hearing him say otherwise sounds weird, even if he’s saying what you want to hear. “You don’t.”

Jimin catches your hand in his, pins it to the mattress. “I want you to be mine,” he adds, swallows your cries of denial with his lips. He kisses softly, and for the first time, it feels like he’s paying attention to you. Not your body or your lust, but your heart. “Had me feeling like shit when you didn’t come back. Like I lost something big.”

You still cry when he kisses down your neck, over your chest. His hands pull your clothes off, carefully like you’re a present for him to unwrap. Those plush lips you love so much drown you in kisses, over your tummy and your mound, until they’re buried between your cunt. “You’re mine,” he husks out, hand entwined with yours.

His eyes are dark from down there, long lashes blinking up at you as he dips his tongue in the places you crave him most. It brings you to a shuddering end, has you whimpering his name into the empty air until your toes are curling and you’re coming against his mouth. Jimin has never shied away from you, and doesn’t know, sits up with a hazy look in his eyes as he wipes his face with the back of his hand.

Jimin wastes no time undressing, pushes off that sexy jacket until his lithe body is coming into view, thick thighs and lean abdomen. He slides right into you, holds your knees to your chest as he fucks you like never before. It’s slow and sensual, makes you shiver when he says your name in that low register of his. “Don’t leave again,” he whimpers, cock throbbing between your walls. He’s desperate today, ruts like you’ll slip right between his fingertips. It’s funny because you're the same way, clinging onto his shoulders until you’re practically glued together.

You come and so does Jimin. He pants against your ear, feels so warm and heavy on top of you. He doesn’t say much more that night, just plays with your hair. But he asks you on a date, mentions something about a carnival. “Yes,” you respond right away, because, well.

Jimin was dreamy. Maybe he’d be a good boyfriend.

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