#low on spoons but pushed through to finish this

[frenchfriedgiraffe]

i miss them sooo much :(

[baelabong]

ʟᴜɴᴄʜ (ɢ!ᴘ ᴋᴀʀɪɴᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

rq: yessir

Pairing: sub!g!p rina x dom!fem reader

Plot: Rina doesnt get nervous but why does her best friend make her sweat so hard

Wc; 2391 words

The bell rang to signal lunch, and Karina hurriedly gathered her things, spotting you waiting at the front of her classroom with a grin on your face. As classmates called out their goodbyes to Karina, she radiated confidence, making her way over to you.

Before Karina could leave, a girl approached her, asking, “Hey, do you want to eat lunch with me today?”

Karina hesitated, about to respond, “Oh, the thing is—”

“Karina!” you called out, waving her over. “The lunch I packed you won’t eat itself!” Your playful smirk was aimed directly at the girl talking to Karina, clearly marking your territory.

With an apologetic smile, Karina excused herself and walked over to you. You greeted her with a playful nudge and an arm draped casually over her shoulders, holding the lunch pack in your other hand.

Karina's cheeks flushed a light pink, and she looked away shyly, making you frown slightly but deciding not to push her.

Lunch passed in a comfortable rhythm, the two of you sharing the meal you had prepared. As you reached the final bite, Karina offered it to you, “You should take the last bite.”

You shook your head with a teasing smile, “Absolutely not,” while gently shoving the last spoonful into her mouth.

Throughout your friendship, you had always taken the lead, steering the two of you through decisions big and small. Whether it was deciding on plans or steering her away from unwanted advances, you were always there, guiding her.

After lunch, you both headed to the restroom to freshen up, reapplying lip gloss and fixing your hair. As you finished, you caught Karina staring at your lips, her gaze lingering longer than usual.

You leaned in closer, your face just inches from Karina’s, watching as she took an involuntary step back. Her eyes widened in surprise, and her usually confident demeanor crumbled. Despite being a whole foot taller than you, she seemed smaller in that moment, her composure slipping through her fingers like sand.

“Something wrong, Rina?” you asked, your voice soft, almost a whisper, yet laced with a playful edge. The way you were looking at her—your eyes locked onto hers, unwavering—made her heart race. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out, just a shallow breath that did nothing to steady her nerves.

Her gaze darted downward, unable to hold yours any longer. But as her eyes dropped, they landed directly on your cleavage, partially exposed by the low neckline of your shirt. Karina’s face flushed a deep red, her embarrassment turning into something else—something more intense, more primal.

“Oh?” you said, your voice dropping lower, a teasing lilt curling at the edges of your words. “Did I just catch you staring at what I thought you were?”

Karina’s breath hitched, her mind racing as she struggled to pull herself together. Her heart pounded in her chest, the sound almost deafening in the otherwise silent bathroom. She tried to say something, anything, but the words got tangled on her tongue, coming out as nothing more than a soft stammer.

“I—I wasn’t—” she started, but her voice faltered, the denial weak even to her own ears.

You took another step closer, closing the gap between you. Your body was so close to hers now that she could feel the heat radiating from you, your presence overwhelming her senses. Her back pressed against the cool tile wall, and she realized she had nowhere else to go.

“You weren’t what?” you pressed, your tone gentle yet insistent, pushing her to admit what you both knew. The proximity, the way your eyes bore into hers—it was intoxicating, and Karina could feel her resolve slipping away.

Her lips parted, but before she could speak, you lifted a finger and placed it gently against her lips. The touch was soft, almost tender, yet it silenced her completely, the words dying in her throat.

“Shh,” you whispered, your eyes never leaving hers. The moment stretched out between you, thick with tension, every second feeling like an eternity. Karina could hardly breathe, her body reacting to the closeness, the intimacy of the situation.

Your finger lingered against her lips, a silent command that she couldn’t disobey. Her eyes were locked on yours, unable to look away, the intensity of your gaze holding her captive. Her heart raced faster, and she could feel a flush spreading across her cheeks, down her neck, and to places she couldn’t control.

You smiled, a small, knowing curve of your lips, as if you could read every thought running through her mind. The bathroom seemed to shrink around you both, the air charged with an electric tension that made every breath feel heavy, loaded with anticipation.

“Let me take care of you,” you whispered, the words slipping from your lips like a promise, a secret shared just between the two of you.

Karina’s eyes widened, but she nodded, her body reacting before her mind could catch up. You took her hand, leading her to a nearby janitor's closet, closing and locking the door behind you.

You guided Karina into the small, dimly lit janitor’s closet, the faint scent of cleaning supplies hanging in the air. The door clicked shut behind you, the sound echoing in the quiet space. Karina stood there, her breath coming in short, nervous bursts, her eyes wide as she watched you move.

“Pull down your pants, baby,” you commanded softly, your voice carrying an edge of authority that made Karina’s heart skip a beat. There was affection in your tone, but it was clear that you were in control.

Karina’s hands trembled slightly as she reached for the waistband of her pants, her fingers fumbling with the button. She hesitated for a split second, a flash of uncertainty crossing her face, but your steady gaze gave her the reassurance she needed. With a deep breath, she undid the button and pulled her pants down, letting them fall to her ankles.

You stepped closer, your hand gently brushing against her thigh as you knelt in front of her. The contact sent a shiver down Karina’s spine, her body reacting to your touch with a mixture of anticipation and fear. She watched as you looked up at her, your eyes dark with intent.

“Good girl,” you murmured, the words sending a flush of warmth through Karina’s body. Her hands gripped the edges of the shelf behind her, holding on for support as you leaned in closer.

The moment your mouth made contact, Karina’s body tensed, a sharp gasp escaping her lips before she bit down on them to keep from making too much noise. The sensation was overwhelming, your tongue skillfully working its way around her most sensitive parts.

Karina’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to keep herself composed. Every touch, every movement from you sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, her legs trembling with the effort to stay upright.

You took your time, savoring each reaction, each twitch of her body as you teased her, bringing her close to the edge before pulling back just enough to keep her hanging on. The frustration was evident in her soft whimpers, the way her hips subtly moved toward you, seeking more of the pleasure you were so expertly denying her.

“P-please…” Karina finally managed to whisper, her voice trembling with need. Her hands tightened their grip on the shelf, her knuckles turning white. “Please, I need…”

“What do you need, Rina?” you asked, your voice a low, seductive purr that sent another shiver down her spine. You pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at her, watching the way her face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and desire.

“I… I need you,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, but the vulnerability in her words was clear. Her eyes met yours, pleading silently for you to end the sweet torment you were putting her through.

A smile played at the corners of your lips, a mixture of pride and satisfaction at how you had her completely under your control. “You’re going to have to be more specific than that,” you teased, your breath warm against her skin.

Karina’s cheeks burned with embarrassment, but the need was too strong to ignore. “I need you to… to make me come,” she finally confessed, her voice shaking with the effort it took to say the words out loud.

Your smile widened at her admission, and you leaned back in, your mouth once again working her over with deliberate, calculated movements. Karina’s body responded immediately, her back arching slightly as the pleasure built up inside her, hotter and more intense with each passing second.

But just as she was about to tip over the edge, you pulled back again, leaving her on the brink of release. Karina let out a frustrated whine, her hips bucking slightly toward you, desperate for the release you were denying her.

“Not yet,” you murmured, your voice soft but firm. You placed a gentle hand on her thigh, holding her in place. “I want to hear you beg for it.”

Karina’s breath came in shallow gasps, her body trembling with the effort to hold back. She looked down at you, her eyes wide and pleading, her voice breaking as she whispered, “Please, please let me come. I can’t take it anymore…”

The desperation in her voice was enough to satisfy you, and you resumed your movements, this time with a relentless pace that left Karina with no chance of holding back. Her hands gripped the shelf tighter, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as the pleasure built up to an unbearable level.

And then, with a final, expert flick of your tongue, you pushed her over the edge. Karina’s body tensed, her back arching as a wave of pleasure crashed over her, her moans barely contained as she rode out her climax. Her legs shook, barely able to hold her up as she came down from the high, her body spent and trembling.

You pulled back, watching with satisfaction as she struggled to catch her breath, her face flushed and her eyes half-lidded with the afterglow of pleasure.

“Good,” you whispered again, your voice soft and full of praise as you gently kissed the inside of her thigh, letting her bask in the warmth of your affection.

But you weren’t done yet. You took Karina’s hand, guiding her to a spare chair in the room. With a fluid motion, you straddled her lap, your bodies aligning perfectly. You could feel her length, still hard and eager beneath you, pressing against you through the fabric.

You leaned in close, your breath warm against her ear. “Put your hands here,” you whispered, placing her trembling hands on your waist. Karina’s touch was hesitant, her fingers curling slightly as she tried to find her footing in the overwhelming situation.

As you began to grind against her, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through both of you, Karina’s breath hitched. The sensation was intense, the heat between your bodies growing with each subtle movement. You didn’t bother removing your panties, just slid them to the side, guiding her into you. The feeling of her entering you, the way she filled you, made you gasp softly, your body instinctively pressing closer to hers.

Her girthy length stretched you out so good, making you let out a guttural moan while you clenched on her veiny cock. Moaning with you, she threw her head back with a hiss, not knowing what to do. The tip of her mushroom hesd kissed your insides so perfectly you bounced up and down on her.

Her thighs going red from the weight you were putting on her as you left scratches tgat left red marks on her shouldersbecause of how good she was making you feel. You koved as if she was your own toy that you could use.

“You like me using you like this?” You said in between ragged moans. “You like just sitting down while I use your cock to pound on my pussy?”

Just whining in response, you grab her hand and place it on the your tummy where a clear bulge comes and goes as you move up and down. At this feeling alone, Karina felt ecstatic that filled you up this good, resulting in her shooting just a few small ropes of cum but her cock still rock hard.

Karina’s hands hovered uncertainly, unsure of where to go, what to do, but you quickly took control, moving her hands to guide your hips. “Move me like this,” you instructed softly, your voice a mixture of command and gentle encouragement.

Karina’s grip tightened on your waist as she followed your lead, her movements becoming more confident as the pleasure built between you. The rhythm you set was slow at first, each thrust deep and deliberate, but soon the pace quickened, the urgency between you growing.

“Tell me how good I’m making you feel,” you murmured, your lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck. The closeness, the intimate contact, made your voice seem like it was coming from inside her mind, wrapping around her thoughts and desires.

Karina’s voice was shaky, breathless as she tried to find the words. “So good… you’re making me feel so good,” she managed, her voice trembling with the effort it took to speak. Her hands held onto you tightly, grounding herself as the sensation threatened to overwhelm her.

You could feel her head starting to fall, her body surrendering to the intense pleasure, but you weren’t going to let her escape that easily. You grabbed her face gently but firmly, tilting her chin up so her eyes met yours.

“Look at me when I fuck you,” you ordered, your voice low and commanding, but still laced with the tenderness you always showed her.

Karina’s eyes locked onto yours, her gaze filled with a mixture of vulnerability and desire. The connection between you deepened, the intensity of the moment heightened by the shared intimacy. Each thrust, each movement, was a silent conversation between your bodies, expressing everything words couldn’t capture.

As you rode her, your own pleasure building to a peak, you leaned in closer, your forehead resting against hers. The intimacy of the gesture, the closeness, made the experience even more intense. You could feel her trembling beneath you, her breath mingling with yours as you both moved closer to the edge.

“Don’t look away,” you whispered, your voice gentle now, almost a plea. You wanted her to be fully present with you, to share every second of this moment.

Karina nodded slightly, her eyes still locked on yours, even as the pleasure threatened to pull her under. She could feel herself getting closer, the pressure building inside her until it was almost unbearable.

When you finally reached your peak, the release was almost simultaneous, a shared explosion of pleasure that left both of you breathless, clinging to each other as the waves of sensation washed over you. You stayed like that for a moment, your bodies still connected, your breaths mingling as you slowly came down from the high.

“Good girl,” you whispered, smiling down at her as she caught her breath. The two of you stayed there, wrapped in each other, letting the world outside fade away

[nwjnsloona]

countryside romance

kim minji x fem reader

synopsis: you go to your grandma’s house with your childhood best friend. maybe you’ll fall in love!

word count: 3.1k

tags: countryside au, fluff

“hey minji,” you said, “i’m going to see my grandma on the weekend, do you want to come?”

���sure!”

you loaded your suitcase next to minji’s in the back of her car, and slammed the trunk shut.

“do you think that’s everything?” minji called from the driver’s seat. 

“i hope so!” you yelled back

“get in!”

you moved to the front of the car and opened the passenger door. “let’s go!”

the car started moving and you sat in silence for a few seconds before you connected your phone to the car, asking minji, “what do you want to listen to?”

“uh… loop!”

“the ep or the song?”

“the ep, i guess?”

you pressed play and the beat of diorama sounded through the car immediately, and both of you smiled.

[“TAKE A DEEP BREATH!” you both shouted. 

“CAUSE CAN’T NOBODY PARTY LIKE ME THE TIME WILL FLY!”

you looked at each other, grinning and breathless. minji turned back to focus on the road, but she could still feel your eyes on her.]

“we’re here!” you yelled. “park right in front of the door.”

“finally.” minji sighed.

you got out of the car and hurried to minji’s side, opening her car door before she could.

“after you, ma’am.” you said, bowing to her.

“well thank you,” minji giggled, exiting the car. “such a gentlewoman.” she paused as you closed the door and moved to open the trunk. “but shouldn’t i have opened yours? you’re my passenger princess after all.”

“well,” you said, feeling your cheeks heat up. you didn’t finish your sentence.

minji unloaded your bag first before lifting her own out of the trunk and setting it on the ground. you both walked around the car with your suitcases in tow to the front of the rusty corrugated metal gate, which opened with a gentle shove.

“halmeoni! we’re here!” you shouted, avoiding the long grass growing between the worn stone steps. turning back, you could see minji doing the same.

“it really smells like the countryside here.” she commented. you inhaled deeply. she was right; it smelled like rice fields, smoke, and home.

the door opened as you climbed the steps and your grandmother’s face greeted you.

“aigoo, it’s been a long time, hasn’t it? come in quickly before the mosquitoes arrive!”

you both said your greetings hastily as she ushered you in to the living room where a meal had been prepared for you.

“sit, sit,” she said as you reached the low wooden table. you both complied, mouths watering at the sight of the food. 

your grandma picked up her chopsticks, and immediately you did too. minji reached for the seasoned spinach first, her eyebrows immediately furrowing in pleasure.

“halmeoni! this is so good!” she exclaimed. “yn, you have to try some!”

she carefully placed some spinach on her spoonful of rice and turned to you. 

“here!”

you turned to look at her and she pushed the spoon in front of your mouth. and gosh, she looked so cute, looking at you expectantly with her round eyes. you ate it, but you could barely taste anything— the pounding of your heart drowned out all your other senses.

“isn’t it so good?”

“y-yeah!” you exclaimed.

you carried on with your meal, averting minji’s eyes that kept trying to make contact with yours. you were convinced that if you looked at her eyes, she would know about your crush. biting your lip, you picked up your chopsticks and reached for the perilla leaves. unfortunately, you found that the two top leaves were stuck together, and you tried to separate them but to no avail, until minji separated them for you.

she smiled at you, and you laughed, but your chest felt heavy.

“you know people get mad when their partner does that for other people?”

“i know.”

you looked slightly confused but ate your perilla leaf all the same.

“minjiiiiii,” you whined, “let’s go!” 

“you need to stay protected from the sun!” she said, applying a generous amount of sunscreen to your face. “do you want to get skin cancer?”

“fine.” you rolled your eyes, and started putting sunscreen on your exposed arms and legs. after you had finished, you took her hand in yours and with the other pushed the door open, telling your grandma you’d “be back soon!”

the stream in front of your grandma’s house was small, but to you it was still the wide river it had been when you were a child— you had come here often, most of the time with minji.

minji walked down the slope of the riverbank before reaching her hand up for you to grab.

“be careful, it’s dangerous.”

“like you didnt walk down there yourself!” you exclaimed, taking her hand nonetheless and walking downwards towards the stream, “and we used to do this as kids as well!”

“better safe than sorry!” she shrugged, sitting down at the edge of the water. she patted the ground next to her, indicating for you to dit next to her.

you sat, dipping your toes into the water.

“hey, do you remember when we used to try and catch insects and stuff here?”

[“catch it, catch it!” you cried, flapping your arms in excitement as minji ran around chasing a dragonfly.

“it’s too fast!” she yelled back. the dragonfly flew away into the distance and you sighed in disappointment.

“do you want to try?” she offered the net to you and you took it, fire in your eyes. you were going to catch a dragonfly.

“do you see any?” you asked minji, readying yourself.

“no, i don’t think s- oh! oh! there’s one there!” she pointed at the sky, and sure enough, there was a dragonfly hovering in the air.

you ran as quick as your legs could— you had to catch that dragonfly for minji. the net swooped…

…but the dragonfly flew away after barely grazing it.

your brows furrowed in disappointment. you wanted to make minji happy by catching a dragonfly, but you let her down. you were a-

minji cut off your train of thought by enveloping you in a hug. “yn! that was so cool! you were so close!”

you felt your heart swell and you were filled with a burning feeling, a desire to try again; but first, you hugged minji back.

(you didn’t end up catching a dragonfly but it didn’t matter to you as long as minji was happy.)]

“of course!” she replied, closing her eyes to relive the memory.

suddenly, you moved, cupping your hand on the floor. minji looked on in curiosity as you wrapped your fingers around the thing in your hand, jumping back when she saw a frog’s head peek out.

“yn! why are you touching that!” she said, panicking.

“do you want to touch it?” you grinned, holding it out to her. she took a step back.

“no… thank you.”

“that’s a shame.”

you opend your palm out, and there the frog was, ready to leap. unfortunately, it was positioned in the direction of minji.

it jumped.

minji shrieked.

after minji had changed into clean clothes (she had run into the water after the frog jumped at her) you started helping your grandma with digging up the potatoes from her farm.

“dig those over there!” she said, waving a shovel in the direction she was referring to. 

you took two shovels and walked over the the patch of land— minji followed close behind. you tossed one of the shovels to her and started digging, minji doing the same.

“minji?”

“yeah?”

“where are you digging right now?”

“the land?”

“and what are you meant to be digging?”

“the… land?”

“… for what…”

“potatoes…?”

minji looked confused. you laughed internally— she was a bit silly but she was too cute for you to be annoyed.

“minji, do you see any potato plants there?” you asked.

“oh.”

“come over here and help me, don’t try and dig in a random place!” you laughed; minji pouted and walked over to you, tying her hair in a quick ponytail.

soon enough, you had amassed  quite a pile of potatoes. you carried them over in sacks to your grandma, who patted you on the back and told you to go inside. you tried to help her, but she said she didn’t need any help anymore and to go inside and rest, and- winked?

“it’s sooo hot.” you complained, wiping the sweat off your brow as you laid on the floor, staring at the ceiling.

“do you want me to get you ice water or something?” minji moved to get up but you pulled her down by the arm.

“it’s fine, let’s just,” you trailed off to close your eyes, “lay down to cool off.”

“okay.”

you both laid there in silence, until you spoke again.

“i’m bored.”

“you literally said we should lay down.”

“okay, i retract that statement! let’s do something!”

“no thanks,” minji replied tiredly.

“you’re so booring!” you said, getting up and shaking minji. “get up!”

“it’s going to be dinnertime soon.” minji said, still not opening her eyes.

just then your grandma walked in, holding a plate with two pieces of tinfoil.

“i baked some potatoes for you! be careful, they’re hot!” she said, and you smiled at her.

“thanks, halmeoni!”

“thank you so much!”

your grandma walked off to one of the other rooms to lie down while you ate potatoes.

“yn, do you want me to peel it for you? it’s hot so you should be careful.”

“no, its fine.” you said.

minji turned to her own potato.

“FUCK!”

she whipped her head back around to see you cradling your fingers.

“i think theyre burnt…”

“what did i tell you?” minji asked dryly.

that’s how you ended up with your back pressed to minji’s front as you stood over the sink, minji holding your finger under the running cold tap.

“see, this is why you think before you act.”

“yeah, yeah, whatever.” you replied. “i think it’s better now.

“are you sure? maybe we should do one more minute?”

in truth, you felt like you were going to explode if you stayed in this position any longer, minji peering over your shoulder to see your finger.

“i’m sure.” you said, turning off the tap. you wiped your fingers hurriedly on a towel and walked back out to the living room. your potatoes remained untouched.

“minji! the potatoes are going to cool! come quick!”

the sun was setting, the sky turning a myriad of pinks and oranges and yellows and painting the fields golden-green. you sat near the gate, closing your eyes to feel the soft breeze through your hair and your fingers entangled with minji’s. you tilted you head slightly to let it meet minji’s shoulder, and a soft smile dawned on your face.

“pretty,” minji said.

“i know, right?”

you didn’t notice she was looking at you while she said it until you locked eyes with her, and you felt your cheeks heat up at the realisation.

biting your lip, you tried to look anywhere but her, ultimately landing on a cloud somewhere in the distance.

“he-hey, doesn’t that cloud look like a dog?” you stumbled over your words nervously.

“well…” minji squinted, trying to understand what you meant. “no.”

“oh.”

the silence you fell into was neither awkward nor comfortable, it was somewhere in between— the comfort of two old friends with the tension of a… crush.

you didn’t lift your head from minji’s shoulder.

you crawled under the mosquito net, helping minji under as well.

“do you need a blanket?” she asked.

“in this weather?”

“i’m sorry for asking??” she said sarcastically.

“whatever.” you lay down on the thin bedding that you had put there earlier, hearing shuffling behind you.

“the floor is so hard.” minji said, turning to find a good position. 

“just sleep.” you replied, but you quietly slipped your hand in hers.

“your hand is so warm,” she said. she didn’t let go either way.

you didn’t know how much time had passed, it had to have been at least 30 minutes, an hour at most, until minji’s breathing evened out. you turned to look at her.

minji’s sleeping face was breathtaking, the pale moon casting a long ribbon of light between the gap in the curtains that came to rest on her face. her eyelashes lay on her cheek and her lips were parted slightly to allow for the rise and fall of her chest.

your heart raced. you hadn’t slept this close since you were kids. 

an urge overcame you. slowly, carefully, you leaned down and placed the softest of kisses on minji’s forehead, then quickly lay down, facing the other way.

if you had been paying any attention, you might’ve seen minji’s closes eyelids flutter slightly as your lips brushed her skin. unfortunately (or fortunately depending on which way you looked at it), you were too stunned by what you did to look that closely at minji.

your mind raced but still, your eyelids grew heavier and heavier, until you fell into dreamland.

when you woke up, the sun had already risen to almost its peak. you rubbed your eyes blearily and looked on at a sleeping minji beside you.

“minji?” you said.

there was a pause before minji answered you.

“huh?”

“you should probably wake up if we want to go to the creek. it’s almost midday!”

“okay.” she said, her head still foggy from sleeping.

you exited the mosquito net, making your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth. you squeezed some toothpaste, and you were halfway through brushing when you heard a sudden shriek. 

“minji? are you okay?” you rushed out into the corridor.

“SPIDER!” she screamed, and you relaxed, rolling your eyes.

“can you kill it?” she asked, suddenly sounding very small. she looked at you with big eyes, and you melted under her gaze.

“where is it?”

“i love you~” she said pointing to the spider, and though you knew it meant nothing, your heartbeat in your ears got louder all the same.

you took off your slipper and whacked the spider, feeling a sense of pride when minji called you her knight in shining armour.

“i need to get back to brushing my teeth.”

“stop looking at me!” minji said, a fanit blush dusting her cheeks.

“don’t pay attention to me, pay attention to the road!”

“i am!”

you leaned back in your seat with a huff.

“are you sure this is the right way?”

“well it’s what google maps says, so…”

she trailed off, then furrowed her eyebrows.

“hey, aren’t you meant to know the way?”

you decided to keep quiet.

minji set up the blanket at the bank of the creek as you peered into the water. it seemed to come up to your waist at the deepest, so you went to investigate.

the water was quite shallow at the edges, barely coming up to your ankles, but the rocks underneath were quite slippery. you walked further down until it was at your knees, and called minji.

“minji!” you yelled. she turned around, her hair tousled by the wind weaving through it. the sunlight streamed through the gaps between the leaves, dappling minji’s skin with golden spots.

she looked gorgeous.

you snapped out of your daze when minji started waving her arms around.

“hello~ yn?”

“y-yeah?”

“why did you say my name if you weren’t going to say anything?”

“oh! um, are you going to come into the water?”

“no, i think im just going to dip my toes in.”

“minjiii,” you whined. “pleaseee?”

she set herself down on the edge of the creek, putting only her feet into it. she threw stones at the water, watching as the surface mad circular ripples.

suddenly, you had a idea.

you lifted her foot up from the rocks and tickled the sole. immediately, minji jumped back.

“what was that for?” she exclaimed.

“i’ll do it again if you don’t come in.”

“fine.” she said begrudgingly.

she started walking into the water, before turning to you. the look on her face was mischievous, and you were about to ask her why she was looking at you like that before she reached down and splashed some water at you. 

“hey!” you said, and even though the water she splashed barely did anything to you, you retaliated with a bigger splash.

minji gasped. the look in her eyes changed.

“i’m going to get you back for this!”

the next splash was higher, and drenched the entirety of your exposed upper half.

“minji!” you screamed. you ran to try and splash her back. however, you lost your footing and slipped forwards. you squeezed your eyes shut in anticipation of the fall.

the fall never came, because fortunately for you,minji was in front of you and caught you just in time.

“be careful.” she said, looking down at you. “are you okay?”

you responded by splashing her while she was off guard.

“that’s cheating!”

minji stepped out of the water, holding a hand out for you to grab as you did the same. as soon as you got out, you started shivering.

“are you cold?” minji asked, grabbing her jacket. “wear this.” she draped it over you, picking up the bags you had briught simultaneously. “now let’s go!”

she held her hand out for you to hold and you walked to the parking lot. at first, you both forgot where you parked the car, but after much searching you were finally able to load all of the bags into the trunk and both get into the car.

immediately, you connected your phone to the speaker, playing fanaticism by loossemble.

minji smiled from the driver’s seat— your music was so predictable.

you both walked out from the service station holding an ice cream each. the sun was setting, and you basked in the golden light.

minji opened the car door for you and you got in, unwrapping your seollaeim. soon after, minji appeared on the driver’s side, holding a pollapo in her hand. as you looked down at your ice cream, she bit her lip, opening he rmouth to say something then decidding better of it.

finally, she decided she needed to say something, at least.

“um, yn?”

“yeah?”

“can i tell you something? i… wasn’t dleeping yesterday.”

“what?”

“when you… kissed my forehead.”

“oh.”

“and i just wanted to say tha-“

“minji, i’m so sorry, i swear, ple-“

“let me finish! and i just wanted to say that i… like you.”

“oh. oh?”

“do you… like me back?” she said, the tips of her ears getting progressively redder.

“do you think i kissed you for fun?”

“that wasn’t a kiss. this is a kiss.”

and in the blink of an eye her lips were on yours and they were so soft and she tasted like vanilla and cinnamon and ice cream and home and you were having your first kiss. ever. with kim minji.

you pulled away for air.

“are we girlfriends now?”

she kissed you again.

a/n this took SO LONG ive been writing this since literally AUGUST 1ST

[uhbambii]

A Warm Greeting

The Dellamorte villa was quiet, bathed in the warm, golden glow of twilight filtering through the high windows. In the kitchen, Rook stirred a pot of rich, frothy hot chocolate over a low flame. Her deft hands moved with ease, though her focus waned, drifting to the familiar weight of anticipation. He’d be here soon. Lucanis Dellamorte always arrived silently, though she could pick out his footsteps, they carried an unmistakable rhythm that made her heart leap every time.

She reached for a second mug. He’ll expect one, she thought with a smirk.

The kitchen floor creaked, and there he was, framed by the fading light of day. Lucanis, with his dark hair tousled by the wind and those piercing eyes that could unnerve and enthrall in equal measure, leaned casually against the doorframe. He looked as if he owned the world—or at least the space he stood in.

“Rook,” he said, voice low and rich like a whisper from shadows.

Without turning, she decided to try her hand at a phrase she’d overheard in the market. Dalish, they’d said. A loving greeting that might spark a reaction from her lover. “Emma salin,” she purred, letting the words roll off her tongue like liquid silk.

The room fell into a stunned silence.

When she finally looked up, Lucanis was frozen, a slow grin breaking across his face. A laugh escaped him, warm and genuine, yet tinged with wicked amusement.

“Emma salin?” he repeated, voice a velvet tease as he pushed off the doorframe and sauntered toward her. His movements were unhurried, predatory, like a cat toying with its prey. “Do you know what that means, Tesoro?”

She tilted her head, playing innocent despite the flutter of nerves in her stomach. “Isn’t it a friendly greeting? Like… ‘Welcome home’?”

Lucanis stopped just short of her, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief as he leaned against the counter, folding his arms. “Not quite.”

“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow, feigning nonchalance as he stepped closer, invading her space with that maddening confidence.

“It means,” he began, his lips curving into a slow, deliberate smirk, “I want you within me.”

Rook froze, the heat of a blush creeping up her neck as the meaning sank in. The wooden spoon slipped from her fingers, clattering into the pot of hot chocolate.

His laugh was deep, rich, and utterly unapologetic. “Was that the effect you were going for, uccellina? Or was this a happy accident?”

She turned back to the pot, stirring it furiously to avoid his gaze. “I was just testing a phrase. Thought it might mean something… sweet.”

“It’s sweet, in a way,” Lucanis said softly, his voice warm and light, a playful lilt in his words as he took a step closer. His breath brushed against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “And very tempting. I must admit, I’m flattered.”

Rook spun around, holding the spoon in front of her like a little shield, though the smile creeping onto her lips betrayed her nerves. “Don’t get smug,” she said, her voice trying to sound firm but failing miserably. Before she could step away, he was already there, leaning in just enough to press her lightly against the counter. His hand rested gently on her lower back, pulling her a bit closer, the warmth of his touch wrapping around her like a cozy blanket. His other hand braced beside her, fingers curling against the counter with a quiet confidence, and his eyes twinkled with affection.

“Smug? Never,” he whispered, his words teasing yet full of sweetness that made her heart flutter. His lips brushed against her temple, soft and tender, sending a warm wave of comfort through her. His familiar scent filled the air, wrapping her in a sense of calm and safety.

“You should be careful with Dalish phrases, uccellina,” he continued, his voice a mix of gentle sweetness and teasing warmth. “You might start something you’re not ready to finish.”

Rook’s breath caught, her heart racing, but she was determined not to let him see just how much his words affected her. “Says who?” she replied, her voice breathless but trying to sound confident, though she couldn’t help the way her pulse quickened.

Lucanis chuckled softly, a rich, warm sound that made her chest tighten with a pleasant ache. His hand shifted at her waist, his thumb brushing the soft skin above her hip in the gentlest way, and it felt like her heart was melting. “I have no doubt about your determination,” he said as he leaned in, his face just inches from hers, their breaths mingling in the space between them. His lips hovered above hers, warm and so close that she could feel the thrum of his heartbeat. “But finishing something…” he whispered, his voice low and affectionate, “requires a kind of control. And you, uccellina, seem to lose that control when you’re near me.”

Her heart pounded in her chest, but she didn’t move away. The air between them was thick with sweetness, with a quiet warmth that made everything outside feel distant and unimportant. “You’re so sure of yourself,” she said, though her voice trembled slightly, betraying the fluttering in her chest. “Maybe I’ll surprise you.”

His smile deepened, impossibly warm and tender, and her stomach fluttered with something sweet, something pure. He pressed closer, so that their bodies were nearly together, the heat of him enveloping her in a soft, happy warmth. Gently, he took the spoon from her hand, dipping it into the hot chocolate with a slow, deliberate movement, never breaking eye contact. He lifted it to his lips, tasting it with a soft hum of approval. “Delicious,” he murmured, his voice smooth and sweet. “But I think I might crave something even sweeter.”

Rook whispered, “Stop it, you flirt,” but her fingers had a mind of their own, curling into his shirt and pulling him a little closer, not wanting the moment to end.

“Stop what?” he whispered back, his voice warm and teasing, his smile full of affection and something more. He leaned in just a fraction closer in a way that made her heart race.

“Lucanis,” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper, soft and full of longing. Her chest tightened with the proximity, her heart racing.

His response was so tender, so full of affection, that it took her breath away. His lips pressed to hers, slow and gentle, the kind of kiss that felt like time had stopped. His hand slid up her back, fingers gently threading through her hair, drawing her closer as though they’d always been meant to be this close. Every movement was full of quiet promise, and in that moment, the whole world seemed to fade away.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she matched the pace of his kiss, soft and tender. The connection between them felt so natural, so right, like a quiet certainty they didn’t need to speak. They paused only to catch their breath, and then he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his voice a playful whisper. “You taste better than chocolate,” he murmured, his words wrapped in sweetness, making her heart flutter in her chest.

They both laughed softly, their laughter mingling like a shared secret, as they stood there, wrapped in the warmth of the villa and the even warmer feeling between them. The pot of hot chocolate sat forgotten on the counter, but neither of them cared. In that moment, all that mattered was the quiet, perfect sweetness of being together—the kind of closeness that made everything feel like it was exactly as it was meant to be.

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Short, sweet and not my greatest work 😭

But rookanis fluff?

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[m4rv3l-girl]

Cookies

Bucky x Y/N

Waiting for cookies to bake is hard, perhaps a distraction is needed…

Requests Open - See Blog!

Warnings: Very light smut (making out + heavy petting)

The kitchen was filled with the warm scent of sugar, flour, and the buttery goodness that promised a sweet delight.

Y/N stood at the counter, apron snug around her waist, a spark of mischief in her eyes as she measured out the ingredients for their cookie batch. Bucky leaned against the doorway, watching her with a warmth in his chest that felt entirely foreign yet intoxicating.

Y/N was completely in her element. She hummed to the music playing softly in the background, her hands deftly mixing the dough, a sprinkle of flour dusting her cheeks as she worked. Bucky couldn’t help but admire her. The way the light fell on her hair, the way her focus enveloped her. It was comforting—the static of life around them fading away, leaving just this moment.

“Need any help?” Bucky called, pushing off the doorframe and stepping further into the kitchen.

Y/N glanced over her shoulder, her lips curling into a smile. “I think I’ve got it, but you can keep me company. Just supervise, you know?”

Bucky chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that made her heart flutter. “Supervise? I’m pretty sure I can help.”

“Okay” she declared, and he couldn't help but chuckle again as she struck a playful pose. “I think we could use some muscle to mix this dough.”

“Is that an invitation?” He moved closer, taking a seat on one of the stools at the kitchen island, resting his chin on his hand, feigning a serious expression.

“Absolutely! But be warned, it takes skill to handle this dough.” She winked, playfully tossing a pinch of flour in his direction.

Bucky raised his eyebrows in mock surprise, the dust settling on his face. “Oh, so that's how it is, huh?”

Y/N laughed, the sound bright and carefree. She loved these moments—just the two of them, away from the chaos that constantly buzzed around them. Baking cookies together was an indulgence in sweet simplicity. Their time together was always earnestly shared; whether it was fighting side by side or stealing mundane moments like these that painted the picture of their life together.

As Y/N mixed the dough, she felt Bucky's gaze upon her, heavy-lidded yet affectionate, stirring something warm in the pit of her stomach. The rhythmic sound of the wooden spoon against the bowl was oddly entrancing, and she didn’t even realize how quickly time was escaping them.

“Okay, it’s time to roll them out!” Y/N said after she finished mixing the dough, a look of determination crossing her face.

“Alright, what do you need me to do? Roll with it?” Bucky quipped, laughing at his own awful joke.

She rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t hide the smile pulling at her lips. “You can help me scoop the dough onto the baking sheet. But be gentle—we don’t want them looking like pancakes.”

Bucky feigned indignation, puffing out his chest. “I’m not completely incapable. I have been known to bake, back in the day.”

Y/N shook her head, laughter bubbling forth as they maneuvered through the next stages of the baking process together, each cookie a small testament to their shared energy. Bucky’s fingers brushed against her hands as they worked, a spark igniting each time they came into contact.

With the cookies finally, carefully arranged on the baking sheet, she slid them into the oven, feeling a sense of accomplishment rush over her. The sweet anticipation of baked cookies filled the air.

“Now we wait,” Y/N said, glancing at the timer, set for ten minutes.

Bucky crossed his arms, leaning back against the counter, a playful smirk playing on his lips. “I thought you said we’d only be baking for a little while. Ten minutes is a very long time,”

Y/N turned to him, mischief lighting her blue eyes. “I guess we can find a way to pass the time, then.”

“Oh? What did you have in mind?”

She sauntered closer, letting the warmth of his body envelop her. “Well, you could always help me clean up—there’s flour and sugar everywhere.”

Bucky chuckled, but his playful eyes darkened slightly with desire as he looked down at her, taking in the way her apron hugged her waist.

As she bent over the counter to grab a dishcloth, Bucky felt a primal instinct surge through him, an unconquerable urge to pull her close. It was the predatory look in his eye that caught her off guard—the desperation of their shared solitude overwhelming her senses.

“Y/N,” he said in a low voice, the kind that made her shiver. “You know it’s torture waiting for those to bake.”

Y/N turned, bracing her back against the counter, her heart racing under the sudden intensity of his gaze. “You could always distract yourself… with me.”

Without further invitation, he surged forward, capturing her mouth with his. It was a potent mix of playful sweetness and urgent hunger, as if all the moments they had spent apart were rushing back, igniting the embers of their attraction like a flame.

Y/N melted into him, feeling her body soften under the heat of his kiss. It was as if the weight of the kitchen, the oven timer clicking away, all faded, leaving just the two of them—caught in the thrill of their chemistry. Bucky’s hands cradled her face, fingers tangling in her hair, drawing her closer as if he couldn’t get enough.

Their kiss deepened, breaths mingling, hearts thundering as they pressed together. Bucky’s hands ventured down her sides, settling on her waist, a possessive hold that made her weak at the knees. She took a deep breath, catching the smell of cookies amidst the haze of heat and rush.

“Bucky,” she murmured breathlessly against his lips. “The cookies…”

“Forget the cookies,” he murmured in response, his lips trailing kisses down her neck, his rough stubble grazing her skin. “I want you.”

The urgency of his words sent a thrill through her; she could feel moisture pooling at her center as she surrendered to the mounting tension. The kitchen, once filled with laughter and lighthearted banter, now danced with desire, heat radiating off them like steam.

Y/N tilted her head back, giving him more access, her hands finding purchase on his shoulders as she urged him closer. “But what about—”

“They can burn,” he interrupted, his voice low and raspy, breath ghosting against her skin.

Another thrill coursed through her as Bucky's lips continued their exploration, trailing down her neck to her collarbone, igniting a spark of longing within her. In that moment, the world outside their cozy kitchen faded away; nothing existed but the two of them, tangled together in a dance of warmth and urgency.

Y/N’s breath hitched as his hands moved from her waist to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him, feeling the heat radiate from his body just as much as she felt it pooling within her. “You’re making me crazy,” she whispered, fingers gripping his shirt tighter.

“That’s the plan, Doll” he growled playfully, his lips finding hers again. This kiss was different, more fevered, pulling her deeper into the sweetness of their shared heat. A fire ignited within her, a craving that pierced through the playful nature of their baking session.

Bucky stepped back slightly, lifting her effortlessly onto the counter, the coolness of the marble juxtaposing the warmth of their bodies as he stood between her legs. “I need you to tell me what you want,” he murmured, his breath heavy with need.

There was something commanding in his tone, something that made Y/N’s heart race even faster. She glanced towards the oven, half-tempted to remember the cookies. But the kitchen was their sanctuary—filled now with that heady mix of laughter and heat making everything else fade into the background.

“Bucky, I want…” Words tangled together as she felt his hands slide beneath her apron, fingers drawing patterns along her thighs. “I want you. Now.”

A feral grin crossed his lips at her breathless demand, and Bucky’s hands explored her body with an urgency that made her shiver. He leaned close, kissing a line from her jaw to her collarbone, trailing heat that made her arch against him.

“God, how do you do that?” he breathed against her skin, and Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, a light sound that hung in the air deliciously before being swallowed up by need.

“Do what?” she teased, knowing full well the effect she had on him.

“Just… be you. Makes it hard to think.”

“Isn’t that part of the fun?” She gave him a cheeky grin, and as he captured her mouth once more, she felt him smile against her lips.

As time slipped away—baking sheets forgotten, oven timer haphazardly ticking, and the scent of burnt sugar hanging in the air—Y/N found herself melting into the moment, surrendering to the feel of his body against hers. The taste of sugar, combined with the warmth of their shared laughter and a hint of spice, filled her senses, enveloping her completely.

Bucky pushed her back slightly on the flour-covered surface, his hands gripping her thighs as he surged forward, deepening the kiss with every second, drowning in the sweet symphony of their bodies entwined. Y/N gasped softly, a sound that went straight to the heart of him, igniting more desire and desperation.

She could feel the heat of him against her, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him close, wanting more of him. As he moved against her, she felt the fluttering warmth of their passion—the weight of the outside world falling away, leaving only this cocoon of shared intimacy.

“Y/N,” he breathed her name like a prayer, and she held on to that sound as if it were her lifeline.

The raw, magnetic pull of their chemistry drove them deeper into the fervid haze washing over them. She could no longer remember the cookies—they were merely a ghostly thought amid the passion igniting her skin. All that mattered was Bucky, the way he made her feel, the sweet surrender they were indulging in.

As their bodies moved together, she felt the warmth of that closeness, the sweet tension weaving them together even further. Y/N couldn’t get enough of him. She needed more, more taste of him, more heat, more belonging.

Still lost in the rhythm of their bodies, the kitchen faded even further away. Each fleeting moment with him heightened her senses, entwining seamlessly with their laughter as they explored the complexities of each other.

Finally breaking apart, breathless and flushed, they looked at each other. Bucky leaned back, resting his forehead against hers, eyes still locked on her. “What are we doing?”

Y/N chuckled softly, heart filled with warmth. “Just getting pleasantly distracted, I suppose?”

A grin broke across his face again as they both caught their breaths, but as the beeping of the oven timer rudely chimed in, harsh and unwelcome, the two of them froze, eyes widening in realization.

“Shit! The cookies!” They both exclaimed in unison, scrambling off the counter, laughter outweighing the consequence as they rushed to the oven.

Heat slammed into their faces as Y/N swung the oven door open, and the sight made the laughter die in her throat. Instead of sweet treats glowing in golden perfection, a tragically charred mess met their eyes.

“Um… Sautéed cookies?” Y/N suggested weakly, biting back a laugh at the disaster they had created.

“More cremated..,” Bucky snorted, and together they erupted into laughter, a mix of sweet and salty with a dash of warm chaos that now colored their shared kitchen.

They stood together, laughter echoing, the moment precious—burnt cookies forgotten, and the overwhelmed aroma of sweetness clashing with the smell of charred disaster. Y/N could only shake her head at the chaos, finding solace in Bucky’s playful affection, wrapped up in each other against the backdrop of their imperfect perfection.

In the warmth of love and laughter, Y/N smiled up at him, her heart swelling with delight. “What’s next then? Attempt a pie?”

“A pie?” Bucky looked at her incredulously, then broke into a grin. “That sounds dangerous. I’m in.”

And with that, they moved forth into the next sweet adventure, hand in hand, hardly able to contain the laughter that lingered in the air and the warmth that fused their hearts together.

[luvrodite]

SOUP FOR THE SOUL JASON TODD

↳ taking care of jason while he's sick

“Hey, sit up for me.”

Jason winces as he pushes himself up from the bed, looking so pitiful it tugs at your heart. You set the bowl of soup on the table nearby, pressing a warmed hand to the fevered skin of his cheek.

“Baby,” you murmur, sympathetically. He frowns through bleary eyes, and you skim your thumb over his jaw. 

“Y’don’t have to fuss over me,” he rasps out, and you think maybe it would sound more convincing if he didn’t sound like his voice box had been dragged over gravel, scratchy and hoarse. 

“Course I do,” you say, reaching for the bowl once more and handing him the spoon. “Can you manage to keep anything down? I called your dad and he passed on a recipe. It’s not butler-made, but I hope it’s not awful.”

He manages a weak grin at the joke, accepting the spoon. His fingers brush against yours, tracing a minute path up the inside of your palm before curling around the metal. Soft steam curls up from the bowl, and you hold it closer for his convenience. 

“My sweet thing,” he rumbles, taking a sip. You watch carefully, feeling your shoulders relax when he sighs. “‘S great, baby.”

“Yeah?” you prompt, warming all over when he nods tiredly. “Okay, I’m glad. Can you take a bit more for me?”

He keeps a hand on your thigh as he finishes the rest of his soup, and you talk to him in low tones as he does. The evening sun begins to bleed through the shutters, crimson and gold pooling in the bedsheets. Your lover remains hot to the touch, but you think the food does him some good, a little colour returning to his face as he eats. 

The dryer beeps as he finishes the last of it, and you take the spoon from his fingers. They clasp around your waist when you go to stand, and you wobble slightly, looking back at him. His lips curve down into a frown, the barest makings of a pout beginning to form on his mouth.

“Don’t go,” he murmurs and you sigh. He’s sweet like this, you think, needy and reaching out for you.

“I’m just going to put this away,” you assure him. “I’ll be back in a second.”

“Promise?” he asks, and you bite back a laugh, drawing an X over your heart in affirmation. 

“Swear.”

You’re back sooner than Jason expects, and clutching a pair of flannel pyjamas and a blanket in your hands. He squints as you enter, and you tilt your head in silent instruction.

He’s still burning as you help him take his clothes off, skin heated and covered in gooseflesh, replacing the tattered shirt and shorts with the most loved set in your wardrobe. He’d laughed the first time you presented them to him, but had worn them so much the flannel had felted over. They’re warm in your hands now as you help him into them, depositing him on the nearby chair and wrapping the blanket around his shoulders. 

“I love you,” he mumbles into the fleece, as you’re stripping the sheets. You look over your shoulder, finding him half asleep in the chair. 

“Love you, baby,” you whisper back, tugging on a fresh set. “C’mere.”

The dirty linen pools on the floor and Jason tugs you into bed with him, curling himself around you and leaving little chance for escape. Jason falls asleep almost immediately, and you hope he feels the trace of your fingers in his hair, in his dreams.

[fashionteahouse]

Happy Thanksgiving!

I was wondering if you could make a pack in heat, and they really want the reader. Maybe a spin off of tongues?

heyy happy holidays ! sorry i’m just now seeing this as i’m knocking out my requests but ofc i can 💜 hope you enjoy :)

heat - pack x reader

Sam:

The flowers that were starting to bloom was an indication of spring time. Spring time indicated the wolf being ready to mate and was in heat. He didn’t care for the shorts that you had left for him on the back porch. The home that you both shared was in his eyesight as he walked inside. The smell of you made his muscles tightened as his mouth watered with covet. You couldn’t even finish the mixing that you were doing, the mixing spoon was abandoned in the bowl as his nose brushed against the skin that carried the intoxicating smell. His hands felt your body as you felt the poke of his hardness on your backside. He wants you to face him as he turns your body around to do just that. You immediately see the dark eyes that stared back at you and they were dripping with dominance but also need. The dominance and need pushed through as he took control of your mouth with his.

Jared:

His actions gave it away. He couldn’t help it when his wolf pushed close to the surface, a low rumble was deep in his chest from his purr as you were sound asleep sleeping next to him. You were exhausted from him keeping you up all night. His morning wood stood strong and he landed kissed on your face. Your eyelids fluttered as they tried to open but his lips were there on your eyelid, causing you to breathe out a light chuckle. His hands weren’t ashamed to feel you up as he silently told you what he wanted. His dark eyes were hooded as his hips fluidly rolled on you, your sigh was muffled as he then moved his large body. You let yourself be in submissive to the man that had the wolf prowling to the surface.

Leah:

It scared her a bit when she experienced it for the first time. Her wolf was restless but calmed down when it came to you. Your smell was something that made her wolf excited. The sheets were always wrinkled during this period of time but neither of you cared. All you felt was the radiating warmth seep onto your body as sweat dripped off from one another. She was a bit hard to keep up with as her drive was great but the release was well worth it as her touches felt so good. His lips never left your skin, her fingers felt magical as they dipped into the sticky honey that was produced from between your legs.

Embry:

Everything seemed to be like a tease to him, especially during this time of the year. Especially now, while you were bent over, with your underwear covered bottoms, picking up your discarded shirt. The throb that was forming between his legs couldn’t even be relieved with his hand alone and his wolf wanted nothing more than his mate. Giggles erupt from your throat as he pulled you back into bed. Ready to claim you as his own.

Paul:

There was no shame in him wanting to be aggressive as far as his touches. The public display of affection was great. You usually didn’t mind it but it was almost too hot for you to handle. Leading you into the forest, he kept whispering, “Do you want to?” Looking down at his excitement of his shaky hands as he felt them on you, you couldn’t help but get excited as well. Your back was to the tree trunk as you looked into his dark and dominating eyes. His nose pressed forward against your neck as your touches only wanted amplify his need for you anymore.

Seth:

He was appreciative that the person who was his mate was submissive to his needs. You knew that at a certain time within the year, he would be all over you more than usual. If that was possible. He kept talking about his mouth watering you smelled, looked, and even tasted after he nipped at your skin. You liked this side of him deep down because he didn’t hold back with what he wanted. You encouraged him to let go and you bared your neck to him as pressed himself against you.

Jacob:

He was demanding but, you expected no less. The small flicks of yellow in his eyes, showed his wolf scratching at the surface. He just couldn’t get enough of you. He had no interest in taking detours after patrol because the faster he could get home, the faster he could get to you. Wet kisses trailed your skin and the weight of his body felt delicious as you encouraged him to keep going with your touches feeling his skin. It took some time to get used to that only one round of love making was just simply not enough, he had to keep going and going and you let him get it all out.

Quil:

The focus was great as you two were in a haze. He wasn’t normally aggressive but you encouraged it when his wolf instincts were strong. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you at all. However, his dark eyes made it known that he could smell your arousal fresh in the air. The dominating nature made you excited and this only excited the wolf that was deep within him. Shiver spells were astronomical as you clutch onto his skin. Leaving behind dents and marks were the signs of the passion that was rising.

[venny-the-chubbyblack-writer]

Title: Breathe, Sweetheart

Tengen x chubby black reader x wives

Warnings: not that I know of if you do let me know 😊

You stood in the spacious kitchen of Tengen’s home, the sound of sizzling filling the air as you prepared dinner. Cooking always calmed your nerves, and with such a big family to care for now, you had plenty of mouths to feed. Being Tengen’s fourth wife was still new to you, and though everyone was incredibly kind, your shy nature made every conversation a challenge.

As you stirred the pot, you could hear the lively chatter of Tengen and his wives in the next room, their laughter ringing through the house. A part of you felt warm knowing they were close, but the other part of you dreaded the moment when all eyes would be on you again.

Suddenly, Suma’s head popped into the doorway. “Hey, (Y/N)! Need any help in here?”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you quickly shook your head, feeling your throat tighten. “N-n-no, I-I’m f-f-fine,” you stammered, your hands gripping the spoon a little tighter. Suma gave you a reassuring smile and bounded back into the living room.

Not long after, Tengen appeared, his towering frame casting a shadow across the kitchen. He approached you with a grin, gently placing a hand on your back. “You’ve been working hard, (Y/N). Dinner smells amazing, as usual,” he said, his voice low and comforting.

You swallowed hard, feeling the familiar rush of anxiety. “Th-th-thank you, L-Lord T-T-Tengen,” you stuttered, your words stumbling out faster than you could control. Your breath quickened, and you could feel the heat rising to your face. Your chest tightened as the words came out in a jumble, and you started to lose track of what you were trying to say.

Tengen placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, his voice soothing. “Hey, hey, sweetheart. Breathe for me, alright? Nice and slow.”

You blinked up at him, your pulse racing, but his calm presence helped you take a shaky breath. You nodded slowly, focusing on inhaling deeply as he guided you.

“There you go,” Tengen smiled. “Take your time. We’re in no rush, and you don’t have to be nervous around us.”

Makio and Hinatsuru joined Tengen in the kitchen, their faces filled with nothing but patience. Hinatsuru reached out, gently rubbing your arm. “You don’t need to push yourself too hard, (Y/N). We know it’s tough sometimes.”

Makio smiled softly, leaning against the counter. “We’re happy you’re here. No need to rush, okay? Just breathe.”

You nodded again, this time slower, your stuttering less intense now that they were helping you relax. It always happened when you got too flustered, but their patience was like a warm blanket, wrapping around you in comfort.

Finally, after a few deep breaths, you managed to speak more clearly. “I-I just w-w-want to make s-s-sure everything’s p-perfect,” you murmured, glancing down at the pot of food.

Tengen chuckled, his eyes softening. “Everything you do is already perfect, flashy even. You’re part of this family now, and we love every part of you—your cooking, your kindness, and even your stuttering.”

Hinatsuru nodded, smiling at you with her usual gentle expression. “Exactly. We’re not going anywhere, and we’ll always be here to remind you to breathe if you need it.”

Suma reappeared, bouncing into the kitchen with excitement. “Is dinner ready yet? I’m starving!”

Tengen shot her a look, and she immediately softened, rushing over to your side. “But, uh, no rush! Take your time, (Y/N)! You always make the best food!” she added with a sweet smile.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at Suma’s antics, feeling a little lighter in your chest. “It’s a-almost ready,” you said, your stutter still present but less frantic now. They had a way of making you feel safe, like even in your most anxious moments, they’d always be there to remind you to breathe.

As you finally finished plating the food and brought it to the table, the warmth of your family surrounding you, you realized how lucky you were. Despite your shyness, despite your stutter, they loved you for who you were, and you were slowly starting to believe it.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” Tengen’s voice echoed softly in your mind as you took your seat, a small smile on your lips. And for the first time in a long time, you did.

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I honestly loved writing this mostly because it’s related to me🥺

[toxicanonymity]

No good 🥀 (the raid drabble)

750 words, dark!Javi x f!reader | the raid I8+, angst (javi is the worst), smut, captivity. Ty Aly!! 🖤🫶 @iamasaddie

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Javi gets home late, unbuttoning his shirt on his way in. He takes it off and throws it in the laundry before approaching. When he uncuffs you, there's a waft of unfamiliar perfume that makes your heart drop. It's an awful feeling that he'll fuck anyone but you. There are moments you feel worthless and unworthy. Why did he take you if he was going to be like this? He says one day he’ll do it, but if he really wanted to, it's hard to understand all his restraint. It's a foreign concept to you. You try not to cry, but can't help it. Javi showers, and when the water turns off, you try to dry your eyes. He puts on sleep shorts and joins you in bed, spooning you. He cups your breast and his voice is low with lust. “I thought about you. . .mi putita” (my little slut). He nuzzles his nose against the nape of your neck, then adds, quieter, “favorita” (my favorite little slut).

You sniffle, and he turns on a dim bedside lamp. He pulls you onto your back. He props his head up in one hand and leans with his chest against you. He brushes a tear off your cheek and his brow furrows. His voice is soothing: “It's okay.” You're grateful he doesn't ask what's wrong. “I'm proud of you, sweetheart. You're doing great.” Your heart flutters.

He backs up and takes the covers off you. Then he gets between your legs and puts them over his shoulders. He gets close enough to feel his breath on your cunt, then he plants a kiss on your most sensitive place. You let out a soft moan. You're aching to have him.

He looks up at you, and the little cross on his gold chain swings forward, hitting your clit. You flinch at the contact of metal.

“Already?” He asks, then dips his head again. “So needy,” he murmurs to your cunt. He licks a wide stripe from your taint to the apex of your folds, then flicks his tongue. He stops, licks your clit slower, then seals his lips and sucks. He laps at your dripping seam again before returning his attention to your clit. You whine, “mmm” and your hips lift into his mouth. His mustache brushes your skin. He teases your entrance with his tongue, then it plunges into you.

He rubs your clit with his nose as he fucks you with his tongue. You twitch around him and he moans, “Mmm.” The vibration of his voice makes the tension swell deep in your belly. You whimper, and he moves his mouth back to your clit, replacing his thumb but leaving his right hand to rest on your mound and lower belly.

He lifts his face only to bring his left hand to your pussy and run two fingers through your folds. He watches you darkly and reaches for your breast as he nudges your wet hole then pushes in a finger, followed by a second. His mouth returns to kiss your pussy, with tongue, as his fingers move at an accelerating pace. His right palm lightly squeezes your breast

You're already teetering on the edge of bliss when his thick digits nudge that spot inside you. You whine and moan as you surrender to the climax. Your walls clench pitifully around nothing. He laps up your arousal, then rests his head on your inner thigh for a moment, watching you. When you finish, he lifts his head and smoothes his mustache. He crawls up the bed, and you turn onto your side.

“Thanks,” you mumble, and it feels pathetic.

He settles in behind you, and his dick is hard. You ache so badly for it, and you’re so hurt, you can't help but sniffle.

“It's okay,” he says, barely above a whisper.

You can't stop yourself from arguing. “I'm not your favorite. You would use your favorite.”

He’s silent for a few moments, then calmly asks, “are you asking me to use you?”

Your face heats up. You can't exactly say no, so you go for it. “Yeah.”

“Aww, pobrecita (poor little girl). . .have some self respect, baby.”

He pushes his hard dick against you, then lifts his head to press his lips against your temple for a moment before settling back in with a hand on your tit.

You mutter, “I dunno how you can go to sleep like that.” He starts to pull his hand away from your breast, but you stop him with your hand on his wrist.

“Some people have self control,” he answers. “You will too, someday.”

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[steddieasitgoes]

written for @steddielovemonth Day 7 prompt: Love is: Silently passing them a pickle because you know it’s their favorite. Rating: T (for suggestive language) | no cw

Eddie wouldn’t call Steve a push over, he’s witnessed him annihilate the kids with a bitchy retort and a pointed stare too many times for it to be true, but there are times when Steve’s soft center oozes out, allowing the ones he loves to walk all over him. 

Like when it comes to food. 

Eddie’s always known Steve’s willing to share his food with his friends. He witnessed it enough times in the Hawkins High cafeteria — Steve wordlessly passing Tommy his unopened applesauce seconds after he finished his own or scooting his tray closer to Carol when she opted for a salad and looked at her choice with regret. 

It’s only gotten worse though. 

Now, Steve’s plate barely gets set in front of him before there are hands making passes at it. Dustin’s grubby paws snatching the pickle spear from the plate, Max and Erica harvesting his fries until all that’s left are the burnt and wonky ones, Mike and Lucas occasionally shoveling spoonfuls of Mac and cheese into their mouths before it’s even had a chance to cool. Even Robin gets in on it, swiping a slice of garlic toast from his plate like some feral bird. 

And Steve never says anything. 

Well, most of the time. 

If anyone ever takes something he really wants — like the time Dustin tried to get a sip of his Neapolitan shakes a few weeks back — bitchy Steve comes out in force, defending his food with the same ferocity he used to rip a demobat apart with his bare hands in the Upside Down. 

With that knowledge in mind, Eddie comes to the conclusion that pickles, fries, Mac and cheese, and occasionally thick slices of garlic toast are low on Steve’s favorite food list. 

So, one can imagine Eddie’s surprise when he excuses himself from the movie marathon going on in the living room of Steve’s place in search of a beer refill to find Steve chomping on a pickle spear in the bright light of the fridge. 

The sight is something, sure. Especially the way Steve’s sweatpants strain against his ass as he squats to put the jar back. But Eddie doesn’t want to get caught intruding on Steve’s secret pickle whims so he quietly retreats to the living room — beerless, sure, but with a lot on his mind that he doesn’t even care. 

If Steve liked pickles all this time, why hasn’t he told Dustin off for always stealing his? And if he’s secretly harboring a love of pickles, what else is he selflessly giving up without anyone knowing? Does Robin know about his pickle love affair? 

Eddie spends the rest of the night rethinking everything he’s thought he’s ever known about Steve until he’s so worked up he makes up some lame excuse about needing to help Wayne with some yard work in the morning and leaves right in the middle of the third movie of the night. 

On his drive home, he comes to the conclusion that he’s not going to let Steve miss out on pickles anymore. Not if he can help it. 

Operation Save Steve’s Pickle gets put in motion the following day when Eddie is summoned via Dustin’s booming voice over the walkie-talkie to lunch to make up for his abrupt departure last night. 

It’s business as usual so far in the diner, just with fewer faces. Steve, Robin, and Dustin are the only ones in attendance today, making the corner booth more spacious than it has ever been. 

Eddie feels the adrenaline coursing through his veins as the waiter approaches with their food. He might not be running for his life this time around, but his heart sure hasn’t gotten the memo practically beating out of his chest in anticipation of what he’s about to do. 

Like clockwork, Steve’s plate is set in front of him and Dustin’s hand snatches the pickle without a second thought. The little shit even has the audacity to take a bite, juices pouring down his chin, as he lets them all know that it’s the best pickle yet. 

Eddie wants to strangle him, but he refrains and sticks to the plan. When Steve’s preoccupied lathering his burger in more ketchup than one person should consume, he picks up his untouched pickle spear and slides it onto Steve’s plate. 

“Are you giving Steve your pickle right now?” Dustin screeches, drawing the attention of everyone in the crowded diner. 

“Maybe don’t phrase it like that, please,” Robin chimes in, burying her face in her hands in embarrassment. 

Eddie can’t help but bark out a laugh before glancing at Steve who hasn’t broken eye contact with the pickle on his plate. He’s pretty sure he sees the smallest twitch of his lips, threatening to pull into a real smile but gets interrupted from watching the sight by Dustin’s hand. Eddie swats it away. 

“What the hell!” Dustin groans, massaging the back of his reddening hand. “If you’re going to share your pickle, you should give it to me, not Steve. He doesn’t even like them” 

“Except he does.” 

“No, he doesn’t.” 

“Steve,” Eddie huffs, turning in the booth to face him. “Can you please tell this insufferable know-it-all that you do like pickles? Like them so much you have a secret jar in your fridge?” 

“I mean, yeah I do—wait how do you know about the secret jar?” 

“I caught you eating one last night.”

“You have a secret jar of pickles in your fridge that you’ve never told me about?”

“That is what secret means,” Steve deadpans, rolling his eyes. “You get my pickle every time we come here. Why should I share them at home too?” 

“This is a betrayal of epic proportions!” Dustin whines. 

“Oh can it, Henderson. Go back to eating your lunch and let Stevie here enjoy a pickle from Sue’s for once in his life!” 

Surprisingly, the kid actually listens to Eddie and the table launches into silence except for the crunching of fries and pickles in Dustin’s case because Steve still hasn’t touched his. 

Eddie nudges Steve’s forearm, “Better get to it before Henderson makes another pass for it.” 

“We could share?”

“No need. This one’s all you.” 

Steve gives Eddie one of his uncharacteristically soft smiles before taking a heaping bite out of the pickle. Juice dribbles down Steve’s chin but he doesn’t seem to mind judging by the pure bliss on his face. Eyes closed and head tipped back as if he…

Jesus H. Christ 

Maybe giving Steve his pickle wasn’t a good idea after all. 

“Holy shit,” Steve moans, taking another bite. “This is the best pickle I’ve ever tasted. Thanks, Eddie.” 

Eddie's stunned for a moment, eyes locked on Steve's throat, watching as he swallows before he comes to his senses.

“You can have my pickle anytime, Stevie,” he says without thinking, high off Steve's pickle-drunk expression.

It is not until Robin groans and they all erupt into a fit of laughter does the euphemism lands on Eddie. He didn’t mean it like that, not in the slightest. But hey, if Steve wants that pickle too, Eddie’s sure as hell not going to say no. 

[avonne-writes]

oh my god now that the show and the war is over I NEED domestic buck and bucky fics bonus points if buck is sick and they cuddle all day😅😅

I can’t wait to write this AU, but I have to finish Reverie first, so I hope you’d still like to read to it after 🩷 But until then, here's a snippet I've just written:

It's cold. So cold, that Gale thinks he’s back in Germany for a few seconds, locked in the filthy hopelessness of the stalag, with no end in sight. He’s swimming in sweat but his body trembles nevertheless. Icy pain rolls down his neck in waves. He can’t get any air through his nose so he tries to sleep with his mouth open, but that just makes his throat ache that much more. He wishes he could stop breathing long enough to fall asleep, but no such luck. The duvet doesn’t wrap around him tight enough. Curled up miserably on his side of the bed, he can’t do anything but convalesce. Even his bones hurt.

The front door opens downstairs, but it's too early for John to be home. Robbers? But there’s no sound of clinking china or cabinets being opened, only the jiggle of keys and then familiar, heavy footsteps up the creaking stairs. The bedroom door opens softly, then the world's most annoying voice whispers into the stale air of the room.

"Is our pretty little patient still with us?" When Gale ignores him, Bucky's socked feet thread across the carpet to the bed. His fingers drum on the wooden footboard. If Gale had the strength, he'd kick him. "Or did he become a butterfly?"

"What the goddamn hell are you talking about?" Gale gripes, his voice hoarse as though he was dying. He doesn’t open his eyes. He has no interest in seeing Bucky's mug when he’s getting on Gale's nerves like that.

"Well, you look like a giant caterpillar all cocooned up."

Gale doesn’t deign that worthy of a reply. He pulls the duvet the rest of the way over his head. There’s nothing he wants to see in the room anyway. He just wants to be left alone. Glass thuds on the bedside table.

"Got you some cold syrup."

The cover is pulled back from Gale's face and a pleasantly cool, dry palm presses to his forehead. Bucky sighs. When he speaks again, the joking tone drops from his voice. "That’s gotta be a fever."

He wipes the sweat from Gale's temple with his hand, then the bed dips by Gale's side. He hears clinking and banging, then a large palm slides under his head and pulls to prop it up. He cracks his eyes open to slits only to see Bucky bent over him with a spoonful of vile medicine in his free hand. Gale tries to push it away.

"Don't be a child, Buck, open up."

"Says the one yapping about caterpillars." Gale mumbles, so slow that he thinks Bucky won't let him finish the sentence, but he does. He looks amused, despite the tinges of worry around his eyes.

"Someone ought'a have a sense of humor."

"Wouldn’t bet on us." Gale squints at Bucky again, satisfied to see the flash of his grin.

But still, Bucky doesn’t let up - he holds the spoon in front of Gale's mouth until Gale sighs and swallows the syrup in it. "There."

Gale sinks back into the cushions and turns away from him, rolling closer to Bucky's side of the bed. It’s tempting to steal his pillow but with the clogged nose, Gale wouldn’t be able to smell him anyway. A hand rests on his shoulder, Bucky's thumb stroking.

"Care for some company?" Bucky asks. When Gale remains silent again, he continues filling the quiet. "I phoned my boss, told him I was sick."

"What, we share a body now?" Gale grumbles. "What if you do get sick?"

"Then I didn't lie, did I? If I get sick, I'd have caught it anyway, what with this narrow thing you picked." He pats the bed.

"You gave me the wrong measurements."

"Just admit that you wanna sleep in my arms."

"Did you get something for your head?"

Bucky laughs to himself in low chuckles, then Gale hears the rustle of clothes, the clink of a belt. The duvet pulls away from his back, leaving him freezing where the sweat-soaked pyjama shirt sticks to his skin. But he doesn’t have to suffer for long. The bed dips further, then a warm, naked chest presses to his back. Bucky tucks in the covers around them, them slips his arms around Gale to hold him close. It feels like heaven.

Gale sniffles. "I'm disgusting."

Bucky sighs as though he’s happy. He kisses Gale's overheated neck. "Course you are, you little caterpillar."

Gale grits his teeth. "Go away."

"No can do." He holds Gale tighter to his chest, and the shivers subside. "I'm sick, after all."

Gale decides not to say anything else. He remains irritated for two more minutes, then Bucky's warmth starts seeping into him through his clothes. He breathes out and falls asleep.

[allsouls-emma]

Hey!!! So I saw you opened your requests for Leon ! Could I request one? Maybe one where he and the reader is out and he notices her and likes her but thinks her friend is her boyfriend so he doesn’t come up to her but they meet again somewhere else and he finds out that the guy is just a friend and he asks her out. The date goes well and they go back to his/her place and it finishes with a smut 😏😏 if you are confortable with that !! Also could I add my own OC? If yes my name is Emma and I have brown hair, blue eyes and freckles and glasses!!! Thank you so much ♥️♥️♥️

✧✧✧ ─ Reading between the silver lining

Léon Marchand X Female!Reader, !Original Female Character

Warnings: SMUT, PnV, Mature themes, DNI if under 18!, No former knowledge of swimming nor american college. Enjoy!

I was very excited to start my requests, Here we go! I hope i captured the vision you had in mind x

"What do you think of the new menu?" Kyle asked, his eyes skimming over the freshly printed pages.

Emma looked up from her phone, brown hair falling into her face. She pushed her glasses back up her nose. "It looks good. But I can never decide," she said with a laugh, revealing a sprinkle of freckles across her cheeks. "I'm going with the usual, I guess."

"You and your predictability," Kyle teased, shaking his head.

The bell above the cafe door chimed, signaling a new arrival. A young man, tall with dark hair, walked in. He scanned the room, and when his eyes met Emma's, they lingered. She blushed, her blue eyes flickering away from his gaze.

"Who's that?" Kyle whispered, leaning in.

Emma shrugged. "Dunno. He's cute, though."

The stranger, Leon, took a seat a few tables away. He ordered a black coffee and pretended to read a book, stealing glances at the girl with the infectious smile and the guy who seemed too comfortable with her to be just a friend.

The cafe hummed with the low murmur of conversation and the clinking of spoons against porcelain. The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans filled the air, mingling with the sweet scent of baked goods. Outside, the sun began its descent, casting a warm glow through the windows.

Leon couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as he watched the pair. They seemed so at ease with each other, finishing each other's sentences and sharing quiet laughs. He wondered if they were a couple, if the universe had already paired her off. But something in her gaze, a hint of curiosity when she'd caught him looking, made him hopeful.

Emma's eyes met Leon's again, and she felt a strange pull. She'd never seen him before in this town, but there was something familiar about his smile. It was like a puzzle piece she hadn't known was missing. She nudged Kyle under the table. "What's his deal?"

Kyle followed her gaze. "Well, he's not checking me out, so I'm guessing he's not into guys," he said with a smirk. "But seriously, he seems to have a thing for you."

Emma's heart skipped a beat. Was it possible that this handsome stranger was interested in her? And if so, what would she do about it? She'd heard enough rumors about herself and Kyle, and she didn't want to lead anyone on. But the way Leon's eyes danced across her face made it hard to ignore the flutter in her stomach.

As the minutes ticked by, the tension grew. Would Leon come over? Would he leave without saying a word? The air was thick with possibility, and Emma found herself holding her breath.

Their conversation grew quieter, their smiles more tentative. The air in the cafe seemed to still, waiting for something to happen. The moment hung there, delicate and untouched, like a perfectly frozen snowflake about to melt.

Leon's frustration grew with every sip of his now-cold coffee. He'd never been one to approach a girl without confidence, but Emma's presence had him tied in knots. He watched as her brown hair caught the light, and her blue eyes sparkled with mirth at something Kyle said. He knew he had to do something, or he'd never forgive himself for letting her slip away.

Summoning his courage, he took a deep breath and stood. As he approached their table, the clatter of cups and the murmur of conversation grew distant. All he could hear was the thud of his own heart.

But just as he opened his mouth to speak, Kyle's laugh rang out, a little too loud, a little too forced. It shattered the spell, and Leon's resolve crumbled. He mumbled something about needing to go and retreated, his eyes never leaving Emma's until the door closed behind him.

Emma watched him leave, feeling a strange mix of disappointment and relief. She didn't know what she would have said if he had come over, but the fact that he hadn't felt like a missed opportunity. She turned to Kyle, who was watching her with a knowing smile. "What?" she asked, feeling her cheeks redden.

Kyle leaned back in his chair, his eyes twinkling. "You know what. You're totally smitten."

Emma rolled her eyes, but she couldn't deny the truth of his words. "It's just… I don't know. He's cute, and he seems nice."

Kyle's smile softened. "And you think because people assume we're a couple, you can't be interested in anyone else?"

Emma sighed. "It's not that. It's just… complicated."

Kyle reached across the table and squeezed her hand. "Look, Em, I'm your best friend. I'm not your boyfriend. You can like whoever you want. And if you want, I'll help you figure out how to talk to this Leon guy."

The offer was sincere, and Emma felt a warmth spread through her. "Thanks, Kyle," she said, smiling gratefully.

They sat there a moment longer, the cafe's ambiance washing over them like a comforting blanket. The sun had set outside, leaving only the warm glow of the streetlights to play on the windows. Emma took a deep breath, feeling a new determination settle in her chest. Maybe tomorrow she'd come back and see if Leon was here again. Maybe she'd work up the nerve to say hello. Or maybe she'd wait and hope that fate had other plans.

The next morning, Emma woke up early, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. She threw on a sundress that brought out the blue in her eyes and tied her hair back in a loose ponytail. It was a new semester, time for new beginnings. She grabbed her backpack and headed out the door, her thoughts still lingering on the mysterious man from the cafe.

The college campus was a buzz of activity. Groups of prospective students and their families shuffled from one building to the next, guided by eager tour guides. As she arrived at the meeting point for her tour, Emma's eyes scanned the crowd. And there he was, Leon, standing tall and handsome among the sea of faces. His eyes met hers, and for a moment, the world around them stopped.

The tour guide, a bubbly redhead named Linda, began her spiel about the school's rich history and state-of-the-art facilities. But Emma's attention was elsewhere. She couldn't help but steal glances at Leon as they walked through the quad. He was dressed in a simple white t-shirt and jeans, but the way the fabric hugged his muscular frame made her heart race. His eyes never left hers, and she felt a thrill run down her spine every time their gazes locked.

The tension between them was palpable, like a tightly wound spring waiting to snap. Every time they stopped at a new location, Emma felt the urge to break away from the group and talk to him. But she held back, unsure of what to say or how to approach him without making a fool of herself.

The tour wound through the library, the science building, and the student center. At each stop, Emma found herself lingering just a moment longer, hoping that Leon would make the first move. But he remained a silent observer, his eyes speaking volumes but his mouth saying nothing.

Finally, they arrived at the last stop, the college's picturesque amphitheater. As Linda wrapped up her speech, Emma felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. She turned to find Leon standing there, his eyes searching hers.

"Hey," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I noticed you at the cafe yesterday. I just wanted to say, I think you're beautiful."

Emma's cheeks burned as she took in his words. She opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. All she could do was nod, her eyes wide with surprise.

Leon chuckled, a sound that sent a warm rush through her. "I'm Leon," he said, holding out his hand.

"Emma," she managed to choke out, placing her hand in his. His grip was firm, but gentle, sending a jolt of electricity through her.

The group began to disperse, and Emma knew she had to say something before she lost her chance. She took a deep breath and looked up at him, her heart pounding in her chest. "Would you like to grab coffee tomorrow?"

Leon's smile grew, a genuine light in his eyes. "I'd love to," he said, squeezing her hand before letting go. "Tomorrow it is."

And with that, they parted ways, the promise of a new connection lingering in the air. Emma felt a mix of excitement and anxiety as she walked back to her dorm, her thoughts racing with what tomorrow would bring.

The next afternoon, Emma arrived at the same cafe, her heart thumping in her chest. She spotted Leon at their usual table, a book laid open in front of him, a cup of black coffee steaming beside it. He looked up as she approached, his eyes lighting up with a smile that made her stomach flutter.

"Hey, gorgeous," he said, standing to pull out her chair.

Emma couldn't help but blush as she sat down. "Hi," she said, her voice a little shakier than she'd have liked.

They ordered their drinks and fell into an easy conversation, sharing stories of their families, their hometowns, and their hopes for the future. Leon talked about his love for basketball and how he'd always dreamed of swimming for the for the college team, the Sun Devils.

"But you're totally not a jock," Emma said playfully, raising an eyebrow as she stirred her latte.

Leon laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that made her insides warm. "What makes you say that?"

"You read," she said, nodding at the book he'd brought with him. "I thought all athletes just listened to podcasts and stuff."

He rolled his eyes, but his smile never wavered. "Not all of us," he said. "I actually love literature. I'm just trying to keep up with the stereotype out there."

The conversation flowed effortlessly, and the hours melted away. They talked about their favorite books, their shared love for indie films, and their mutual disdain for overcooked pasta. Leon was charming and attentive, his gaze never leaving hers unless it was to laugh at something she said.

As they sat there, the sun began to set, casting a warm glow through the windows. The scent of freshly baked cookies filled the cafe, and the clatter of cups and spoons grew quieter as the last of the customers left.

"So, about that swim team," Emma said, playing with the edge of her napkin. "What's it like, being a college athlete?"

Leon leaned back in his chair, his eyes taking on a faraway look. "It's intense," he admitted. "But I wouldn't trade it for anything. It's like being part of a family."

"Sounds amazing," she said, meaning it. "But also, like a lot of pressure."

"It can be," he agreed. "But it's worth it for the love of the discpline."

Emma nodded, taking in his passion. It was clear that he didn't just swim; it was a part of who he was. And for some reason, that made him even more attractive to her.

As the night grew later, Leon reached across the table and took her hand. "Thank you," he said, his eyes earnest. "For giving me a chance, for not writing me off as just another jock."

Emma felt a warmth spread through her at his touch. "You're not just a jock," she said, her voice soft. "You're so much more."

Their first date had been nothing short of perfect, a blend of humor and depth that left Emma feeling seen in a way she hadn't in a long time. As they stepped out into the cool evening air, she couldn't help but wonder where this newfound connection would lead them. And as Leon walked her back to her dorm, his hand in hers, she knew that she was ready to find out.

They stopped outside her building, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. Without a word, Emma reached up and pulled him into a kiss that was anything but gentle. Her lips crashed into his, her teeth catching his bottom lip in a way that made him gasp. He was taken aback, but only for a moment, before his arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer.

They kissed against the rough brick of the dormitory, the sound of their breaths mingling with the distant chatter of students walking by. The night air was electric, charged with the excitement of a first kiss that held the promise of so much more.

Leon's hands found their way into her hair, and Emma felt herself melt into the warmth of his embrace. Her heart hammered in her chest, her body alive with sensation. It was a kiss that said everything she hadn't been able to put into words, a declaration of interest that was as raw as it was thrilling.

When they finally pulled apart, both breathless and smiling, Emma felt a rush of exhilaration. "I've wanted to do that since the moment I saw you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Leon chuckled, his eyes dark with desire. "I had a feeling," he said, his thumb tracing the swollen line of her bottom lip. "But I didn't want to assume."

They stood there for a moment longer, their foreheads pressed together, before Emma stepped back. "I should go in," she said, her voice shaky. "But I had a great time."

Leon nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "Me too," he murmured. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

Emma nodded, her cheeks still flushed from their passionate embrace. "Tomorrow," she promised, before slipping inside the building, her heart racing.

The next day, Emma found herself counting the minutes until she saw Leon again. She'd never felt this way about someone she'd just met, but there was something about him that just clicked. They had plans to study together at the library, but all she could think about was the way his eyes had searched hers the night before.

When she finally saw him, her heart skipped a beat. He was sitting at their usual table, a stack of books in front of him, his dark hair slightly disheveled in a way that made him look even more attractive. As she approached, he looked up and smiled, the same smile that had captivated her the moment she saw him.

They spent hours poring over textbooks and notes, their legs brushing together under the table. The occasional glance and touch sent a thrill through her that she couldn't ignore. It was clear that their connection was more than just physical; they enjoyed each other's company on a level that went deeper than attraction.

As the night grew late, Emma found herself lost in his eyes, forgetting all about the assignments that lay untouched between them. "Leon," she whispered, her voice filled with longing.

He leaned in, his breath warm against her cheek. "Yes?"

"I don't want to wait anymore," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want you."

Leon's eyes searched hers, a silent question hanging in the air. And when she nodded, he didn't hesitate. He leaned in and kissed her again, his hands cradling her face with a tenderness that took her breath away.

The library was forgotten as they stumbled out into the night, their kisses growing more urgent with every step. They didn't stop until they reached her dorm, their bodies pressed against the door, their hearts beating in time with the promise of what was to come.

It was the start of something beautiful, something that neither of them could have predicted. And as they broke apart, Emma knew that she'd found someone special in Leon, someone who saw her not just as Kyle's friend or the girl from the cafe, but as Emma, a person worthy of love and passion.

With trembling hands, she led him into her dorm, the excitement building with every step. The room was a mess, a whirlwind of textbooks and clothes, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the way he looked at her, the heat in his eyes that said he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.

They barely made it to the couch before their kisses grew more intense, their hands exploring each other with an urgency that was both thrilling and terrifying. Emma felt the fabric of her dress give way as Leon's hands slid up her thighs, his touch setting her skin alight. She gasped as his fingers found the edge of her panties, his touch sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. His mouth however was fulfilling her like a man starved.

And then they were on the bed, the softness of the mattress giving way beneath them. Leon took his time, kissing and caressing every inch of her body, leaving her trembling with need. When his mouth found hers again, she could taste the desperation in his kisses, the need that mirrored her own.

Their clothes were discarded in a tangle of fabric, their bodies coming together in a dance that was both new and familiar. He was gentle but firm, his movements sure and deliberate, as if he knew exactly what she needed. And when he finally entered her, Emma felt a rush of emotion so strong it was almost overwhelming. It was more than just physical; it was a connection that went soul-deep.

Leon's eyes never left hers as he moved inside her, their bodies in perfect sync. She felt a building pressure, a coil of pleasure that threatened to consume her. And when she came, it was with a cry that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth.

But Emma wasn't one to be outdone. With a fiery determination, she rolled him onto his back and took control, her mouth exploring his body with a hunger that surprised even her. She took him in her mouth, savoring the taste of him, feeling his body tense beneath her. And when he came, it was with a groan that echoed her own release, a sound that seemed to seal the bond between them.

As they lay tangled together, their breathing ragged and their hearts racing, Emma felt something she hadn't felt in a long time: contentment. This was what it was like to be truly seen, truly wanted. And as she looked into Leon's eyes, she knew that she'd do whatever it took to hold onto this feeling, to keep him in her life.

The next few days passed in a whirlwind of classes, late-night study sessions, and stolen moments together. They were insatiable, their connection growing stronger with every touch, every whispered confession.

One could argue a cup of coffee, a gay best friend and a touch of curiosity could always satisfy the most grueling of passions, lust.

end.

Thank you Emma (Anon) for your ask xx

[thewritetofreespeech]

Hi! I'm so glad to see your open askbox! I'd like to request a headcanon for KnB! How would GOM + Kagami react when their s/o walk in on them taking a shower naked and just casually invite themselves taking a shower with the boys? Thank you for taking my request and I hope you have a great week!

GoM + Kagami - s/o shower time

Akashi

Akashi sighed as the warm water hit his body. His shoulder relaxing in one of the few moments he had to himself. He wanted to get a quick shower before he went to go meet his father for dinner. Their monthly ritual now that he had moved out of the house.

He had just turned around to rinse his back went he heard one of the glass double doors open and [Y/N] standing there. “Mind if I join you?”

They must have known that he was tense about meeting his father; not hard to guess as he usually was. They had tried to be cheerful when he got home. Tried to be supportive. Tried to give him some space. Finally, when none of that seemed to work, they seemed to be going with base physical pleasure as a distraction.

“Of course. You’re always welcome my love.”

They smile and step into the double headed shower with Akashi. Then quickly into his arms. He was certainly more relaxed than usual meeting his father today. Maybe a ‘hot shower’ was called for every month now.

Aomine

‘Shit!’ Aomine cursed to himself as he jumped into his cold shower and instantly started soaping down.

Why did he always have to play Russian roulette with his alarm? He always had to push it too close for those extra few minutes and then here they were. Late. Too late to even let his shower heat up and try to keep the soap out of his eyes.

“Mind if I join you?”

Aomine looked up and over his shoulder to his s/o standing there. Nothing on but their smile. His morning wood that was coming down from the cold shower up to full mast again.

“Sure.” He replied with an equal grin before he pulled them into the shower. Hell he was already late. No point in rushing now.

Kise

Kise hummed to the music still playing in his head from the photoshoot. Still buzzing from all the energy.

It was different than when he played basketball, but still got him hyped. Everyone running around. The intensity to get the perfect shot. Quick changes for costumes. It was all a blur sometimes, but he must have done a good job because the photo director thanked him for his hard work.

He had just gotten home and wanted to take a quick shower before bed. Making sure to get the last of the makeup and hair products off before he slipped into clean sheets.

He was just about to step in when he heard the door open and turned around. “Mind if I join?” [Y/N] asked with a cheeky grin. Apparently having waited up for him, unlike he imagined.

“Sure!” Kise replied enthusiastically before moving aside to let them in first. “I missed you.” He told them once they were both under the water. Kissing them sweetly as rivulets trickled down their bodies.

Kuroko

It was usually pretty easy for Kuroko to sneak out of the bed and into the shower. Given that his presence was low, as long as he and s/o weren’t actively spooning or snuggled up Kuroko could slip out without waking them.

He had just finished up showering when he heard the door open and [Y/N] ask, “mind if I join you?” just as he was turning off the water.

They seemed a little crestfallen that they had missed their chance, so Kuroko reached behind him and turned the water back on. “I think I missed a spot. Wanna help me get it?”

Midorima

5:15 – wake up. morning ablutions.

5:45 – jog

6:30 – rehydrate and start coffee for the morning

6:45 - shower

Midorima had a very set way he liked to get ready for the morning. Following a routine led to increased performance through practice. A mentality he had always had about nearly all aspects of his life.

He was just about to wash his hair, at precisely 6:50 like usual, when he heard the bathroom door open. He knew it had to be [Y/N]. No one else was in the apartment. It wasn’t unheard of that they would be up at this time and was not usually a disturbance to his schedule, so it didn’t bother him. Usually.

“Mind if I join you?”

Midorima wiped around when he heard their voice in the shower. Naked, he assumed. He didn’t have his glasses on so it was hard to see. But the implication was quite clear.

“I uh…I have to get breakfast started.”

His logic didn’t seem to stop them, however, as they still invited themselves into his shower with some pretense about efficiency and better use of time, and all that. He didn’t argue, but it was certainly a disruption to his schedule.

Murasakibara

The alarm by his bed chirped cheerfully to the sound of his current favorite anime, before Murasakibara’s fist came down and pounded it into silence.

He wasn’t a morning person. He was barely a daytime at all kind of person. Kuro-chin had suggested using a song that sparked happy memories to wake up to as a way to be more excited about getting up, but, of course, it had failed.

Sitting up with a big, bear of a yawn, Murasakibara got out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom to get ready. He brushed his teeth while he waited for the shower to heat up, and debated about going back to bed. Stepping into the shower he stood under the water motionless for a while before he heard the curtain pull back.

“Mind if I join you?”

His normal, dull expression perked up as he saw [Y/N]-chin standing there. Suddenly not so sleepy anymore. “Sure.” Murasakibara tried to move and make space for them with his large frame. Hard to manage but they made it work.

This was a much better way to wake up in the morning. He’d have to tell Kuro-chin that this was a much better plan than stupid alarms.

+Kagami

“I’m gonna take a shower.” Kagami announced as he and s/o finished up their movie for the night and prepared for bed.

He’d always taken a shower before bed, even before coming to Japan. It was hit or miss in the states on if people did or didn’t, and maybe it was his parents Japanese background that led to their custom in their house, but he always did it. It just made sense to him. Getting all the germs & dirt of the day off. Kagami was sort of a neat freak on the inside, cultivated from having to keep his own place clean for years.

Halfway through his shower, Kagami looked up when he heard the door open. Thinking he would see [Y/N] in their pjs getting ready to brush their teeth for bed through the glass, but instead seeing them naked.

“Mind if I join you?”

Kagami could feel his face flush from more than just the hot water. His hands instinctively moving to cover himself, despite the half frosted modest glass already in place. Feeling very exposed. “I uh…I…”

[Y/N] seemed to take his hesitation as a time to be bold and opened the door. They had been together for a while, and had been intimate, just not in the shower. It was a secret fantasy that everyone had, that his mind was having trouble processing on was actually about to come true.

“Are you sure this is safe? I don’t want you to slip and crack your head open.”

[calumfmu]

omfg i desperately need part two of steve stealing eddie’s girl 😭

Here it is!! Part two of Steve stealing Eddie's girl! 2.1k+ words cw: allusions to sex, angst (what's new), swearing, cheating (so serious, don't do it)

It was hard--pretending, but failing so miserably at being so into Eddie, while he was head over heels in love with you. The thing was there was nothing wrong with him, there was nothing wrong with your relationship. The only thing was that you were in it with the wrong person.

"What's wrong with you?" Eddie's voice was careful, pulling you out of your thoughts. The spoon sat in your mouth, cold against the warmth of your tongue, absently caught there as you reflected on the events that occurred last weekend.

"Hmm?"

You looked towards him, blinking the memories away. Steve sat on the forefront of your mind. His toothy smile, lopsided as he hovered above you, wetness across his plump lips, sweat beading down his chest, trailing further, further down until it dripped onto your own bare b-

"You're not even listening to me," your boyfriend huffed, throwing his own items down on the table. He stood up, pushing his chair back from the small table that sat in the space of his trailer.

Looking down at your own setting, you felt that familiar sting of guilt creeping up, warming your chest, coloring the skin there.

"You know I hate to say it, but there's been something seriously wrong with you lately," he began, slamming cabinets as he put away things from your shared dinner. "You've just been so... in your mind, and you never want to spend time with me anymore, it's so frustrating, hon."

Your eyebrow crinkled at the nickname, your heartstrings pulled when you realized that this situation was only getting so much harder.

"I just want to know," he slammed another drawer shut, rattling the mismatched cutlery inside. He grabbed your bowl from you, ignoring your whine of protest as you weren't finished eating yet. "Is it me? Did... did I do something? Spent too much time on my campaign or forgot something?" He thought for a moment, a hand coming up to brush over his mouth. "Oh God, what day is it... was it our anniversary?"

You shrugged, not finding the words to say. He leaned against a counter, arms crossed over the ratty sleep shirt on his body. From the blinds over his shoulder, you saw the twilight hours of the evening creeping in. A warmness settled in the pit of your stomach, you felt like you were going to be sick.

"Eds," You whispered, shaking your head. A few voices from the lot surrounding his trailer began to pour through the thin walls, murmurings that you couldn't make out. "It's not that. No, you didn't forget anything, didn't do anything."

He nodded sincerely, eyes becoming wide as he crossed the short distance of the floor to sit himself again. He grabbed your hand between his, pressing a light kiss to the back.

"Tell me then," He matched your low tone, leaning in closer to you. "You can tell me anything."

Swallowing deeply, you raised your eyebrows, a shaky deep breath leaving your mouth. He was patient as you stumbled over words to begin your confession. It was now or never.

"I don't know how to say, but it's..." your voice was even shakier than before, words getting caught in your throat. He was nodding, intent on hearing you out, being there for you, like he'd always been. "It's-"

A small crash sounded out from outside the trailer, trash bins being knocked over. Eddie rolled his eyes, muttering an apology before crossing the floor, parting the blinds with two fingers to peer out.

Standing up, you moved to follow him, curious as well as to what would be that loud in this normally quiet lot. You were grateful for the distraction, another moment granted to give you more time to think.

"The fuck is he doing here?" You heard Eddie mutter, eyes squinting as he looked out. Your brow crinkled in confusion, squeezing your head next to his to fit your eye line.

Time stopped momentarily, that familiar high hair style, striped shirt leaning against a BMW making snappy gestures to a couple of young kids. The four of them seemed to be arguing, Steve growing more and more frustrated as the three young teenagers gave him attitude back.

Eddie stepped away, shaking his head in disbelief at the scene.

"Leave it to Harrington," he mumbled, placing a hand on your shoulder. You were glued to the window, eyes wide as you took in your secret lover.

Eddie continued his speech, droning on about how he was to make it up to you, spend time that will take away from any wrong doing that he had done to you in the past. "I don't want to upset you or have you think of me differently, I just don't want things to change between us."

It was in one ear and out of the next, not fully processing as you still remained at the window, gaze focused on the man outside. The teenagers he spoke to, you didn't recognize.

"Hon..." he drawled out, close behind you. "Hon... Honey!"

You jumped back, messing up the blinds so they landed in a tangled heap, swinging back and forth so they banged against the window. From the small separation, you saw the group of teens looking towards the noise, confusion on their faces. You ducked down, hidden from their view as you crouched, knees close to your chest.

Eddie nodded slowly, licking his lips as he saw you, red faced and nervous, chewing at your thumb nail.

"What's up?" He slowly questioned, ignoring the way he could see Steve staring through the slightly parted blinds.

"Oh, it's nothing," you muttered, shaking your head at him. You remained on your perch, heart beating fast behind your chest.

"Nothing?" He responded, crinkling his eyes at you. Taking a step towards you, he peered through the disheveled blinds, taking a look at Steve who abandoned his car, a few feet closer to you as he squinted. "Then get up."

You looked at him, wide eyed, your mouth parted in a small 'o'. "Oh, I can't do that."

The long haired man was silent, gaze dancing back and forth between the two of you. The emotion on his face was indiscernible, a cold stare as he watched Steve come up the small flight of steps from the window, hovering his hand as he questioned whether or not to knock. You slowly stood up, peering over the sill to see whether or not Steve was still looking at you two, unaware that he stood at the front step of the door, questioning if he even saw you.

Relieved, you sighed, not seeing him in sight. The younger teens were still there, arguing amongst themselves, hands flying in all directions.

Eddie's eyes lingered on you, his lips pressed into a thin line. It was scary seeing him like this, an emotion that you'd never seen him with in the time you had been together. He'd always been happy-go-lucky, a joy to be around.

A knock sounded on the door, your heart falling once more.

"Honey?" Steve's voice carried through the thin door, echoing off of the walls. That sick feeling bubbled up, air trapped in your throat at the nickname.

"Honey?" Eddie repeated to himself, nodding as it seemed he was finally placing the pieces together. He crossed the distance to the door, swinging it open to reveal the Harrington boy, standing there proud, cockiness sitting on his face.

"What are you doing here?" He threw, dragging his eyes over Eddie's frame. He tried to peek his head in, only for Eddie to step into his view, blocking any sight of anything behind him, any sight of you.

"I could ask you the same thing," Eddie matched his tone, teetering on bitter as Steve stood in the door frame, lips pouted out. You leaned against the wall where the window was, out of sight of him, but just enough in line where you could see the full interaction.

"I thought I saw--" Steve started, shaking his head as he cut himself off. "Never mind, she wouldn't even be here."

Eddie choose that moment to look at you, hurt on his face as everything finally clicked. You made eye contact, your own nerves catching up to you as Steve's words left his mouth. Last weekend you had made a decision, had decided which boy to choose and it wasn't Eddie. You told Steve that you were leaving him, was going to tell him that Monday you had found someone new. But when that day came, with Eddie rushing to you to tell you his exciting news about his campaign, his plan with you for when he was finally done, you didn't have the heart.

Steve descended two steps, stopping at the last one before he turned back to Eddie. He opened his mouth to say something, closing it before he could start.

"Just go," Eddie spoke out loud, quirking up an eyebrow as he widened the door. Steve cocked his head, anger crossing his features as he looked up at him.

"I am, asshole."

"Not you, dumb ass," Eddie rolled his eyes, turning his body to look at you. Time stood still, moving in slow motion as you processed what was happening. "Hon." The tone was bitter. "Just go with him."

"E-Eddie, what?" You took a step towards him, speaking up for the first time since the door opened. You heard Steve's footsteps once more, his head peeping around the door frame as he looked at you, surprise on his features.

"I thought you told him," Steve shook his head, a sarcastic smile on his face. It wasn't genuine, something that screamed he was in disbelief at this moment.

Eddie looked between the two of you, how mousy you appeared, scared of your own shadow, Steve looking like a kid who had just won a prize, but lost it all in the same day.

"She didn't," Eddie said, stepping out of the way as you appeared at the door. The temperature outside was cold, in a weird way, welcoming compared to the warmth inside of the trailer. You were tempted to run out into it, feeling it embrace you with this strange boy by your side. "She didn't have to tell me anything. Just... keep her safe, yeah?"

"Eds, what's going on?" You rushed out, taking a step towards him, wincing at the way he took a step back, his head dropping towards the floor.

He refused eye contact, taking a deep breath as he focused on something behind you, wetness welling up at the corners of his eyes. "Just go, it's fine."

"Eddie--"

"It's fine." It was more urgent, his push of the two words. You knew it wasn't. Nothing would ever make this moment 'fine'. It wasn't fair what you had done to him, it wasn't fair that it had to be Steve, the man who Eddie felt like he was always in subtle competition with, even though they live on opposite sides of the train tracks.

You took a step out of the trailer, chill air hitting your skin. Steve's hand brushed your arm as he slipped his jacket off, trying to offer it. You crossed your arms over your chest, refusing it as Eddie looked between the two of you.

Steve made a few steps towards his car, unsure in his own movements--something that you definitely weren't used to. He was supposed to be the confident one in this scenario, guide you through the unknown. The soft shut of the trailer door had you turning your head, focusing on the young teenagers who had turned their own attention on the scenario.

The crunch of your shoes on the gravel stung with every step, chapters of a storybook flying by to a full end. Your mind raced, you didn't know what to do, how to feel. Everything felt so wrong, yet so... confusing.

"Who's that?" One of the kids asked, his lisp through the words. You bit your lip, turning your head away from them.

"Dustin, not now," Steve sighed, opening the car door for you. You stood there for a moment, turning your head once more to get one last look at Eddie's trailer, yards away. A shadow passed by a window, the silhouette of his body exiting out of sight. You looked at Steve, chewing your lip raw as he was solemn, eyes flitting towards the car, gesturing for you to get in.

As you took a seat in the car, you felt the end of the story completely. This decision felt final, but you weren't sure if you made the right choice. Everything still felt wrong, even with the 'right' one.

a/n: working on an angsty part three, even more than this one. just to summarize it all up. let me know if y'all want it or if I should retire it. anyways love y'all. thank you for being patient with me. Also I am so sorry, I think my weird mood rn is being translated to this text.

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[thatblackravenclaw]

Hello my love!(sorry if thats kind of creepy its judt my nickname for everyone)

Idk if you still do hp but can i get james potter staring at reader in class and she confronts him abt it and maybe smut or spice????

Ravenclaw!reader (fem!reader)

-🐸

Somewhere Only We Know

a/n: Hello there, darlin! I'm so sorry I'm just getting back to you a month later. My writers block has been vicious and I didn't want to give you something half-assed. I hope I did your ask justice :)

Blog Details | Let's take a trip

James Potter x fem!reader (Ravenclaw)

warning(s): not proof read, fluff, reader is called little bird and birdie, light cussing, smut, public?, fingering

word count: 3.04k

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The cauldron erupts bubbles in front of me, waiting for the final ingredient for today’s brew. There’s a gag stuck in my throat as I pick up the little vial filled with troll bogeys. I turn my head to avoid the slimy liquid drip out of the bottle. I unfortunately turn my head and make eye contact with James. His stare is unwavering and it’s almost as disgusting as the bogeys. His full pink lips are turned up into a smile and his big doe eyes are staring right into mine. I raise a quizzical brow before turning back to my cauldron. With five counter-clockwise turns, and a gold shimmer emerging from the pot, my invisibility potion is finished. I fill up the empty vial in my left hand and the ladle with the other to spoon in the clear liquid. 

With the cork pushed in, I turn around and walk towards Slughorn’s desk. I can tell he’s recruiting for the Slug Club by the thankful look on Gwenog Jones’ face for a reprieve when she sees me walking in their direction. 

“Excuse me, professor?” I tap his shoulder before I speak. Gwenog makes a swift, but discreet exit when he excuses himself to talk to me.

“Finished already?” He asks me with a smile. 

“Of course.” I respond, with a proud, but humble expression. 

“10 points to Ravenclaw for being the first to finish.” There’s a giddiness that bubbles through my body at the praise. 

My eyes catch James’s again when I turn around to return to my station. He’s such a weirdo. Every time we’re in proximity his eyes are on me. Before my mind even registers it, I’m walking over to his station with an unwavering determination in each step. His eyes widen, but he quickly recovers. The shocked look on his face turns into a smug one in half a second.  

“James, why must you insist on staring at me during class? It’s bad enough you do it in the halls, at Honeydukes, Slug Club parties, in the middle of a quidditch match. I can’t even escape your stares at common room parties. What do you want?” The irritation in my voice is not suppressed by my volume, low as not to disturb the others around us still working on their invisibility potions. 

“Little bird-” He starts.

“I told you not to call me that.” Yet it still makes my heart palpitate, if only for a short while.

“Little bird,” I roll my eyes. “it is not a crime to stare. I just happen to be admiring one of the many beautiful wonders in Hogwarts.” 

“Dream on, Potter. Weren’t you just flirting with one of your precious fellow Gryffindors in Muggle Studies not even an hour ago?” I walk away from him and back to my station to clean up. I sadly hear his footsteps not too far behind me.

“Someone sounds jealous.” He accuses in a calmish tone. 

The bad part is I think he’s right. The worst part is, I know he’s right. He’s annoying, an ass, an extremely corny flirt, yet I don’t entirely hate when he’s around. He tells decent jokes and I enjoy the pranks he and his friends pull on Filch. It almost feels wrong to like him. I’d hate to be that type of girl that easily falls for a guy just because of a smile and the slightest bit of attention. 

“Someone sounds delusional.” I refute. 

“Class is dismissed! Don’t forget to clean up your stations and return Friday with Leech Juice, Shrivelfig Fruit, and Stench of the Dead for Thunderbrew. Oh, and Miss Jones, please see me after class.” Poor Gwenog could only escape the Slug Club talk for so long. 

“I’ll be right back.” James informs me with haste. 

His feet match the speed in which he spoke. He’s gone back to his cauldron before I get the chance to fully turn around. After putting my book and potion in my bag and casting the cleaning charm on the cauldron, I send it back to my room and turn to the door. I’m about two steps into the hall when I feel his presence right behind me yet again.

“James, this is borderline stalking. Don’t you have something to go blow up with your friends?” 

He walks ahead and opens one of the double doors, letting me through without having to switch my books under one arm. I debate taking the floo flames near the arched opening at the end of the hall to get to my common room quicker, but there’s this feeling inside of me, a yearning, that wants to just keep walking. 

“It’s only stalking if it’s unwanted.” He grabs my books and continues to walk next to me, forcing everyone else who was walking from the central hall. It’s not the narrowest hallway, but him and his strut insist on walking smack dab in the middle of the hall. 

“I doubt that’s correct.” 

We make a right and ascend the stairs to the heart of the castle. Only a few students litter around the found and near the staircases, indicating that some of us actually decided to go to class today or are in Hogsmeade to await detention when they are inevitably caught. Ferdinand spies on the students in The Three Broomsticks and runs (as far as a portrait can run any way) to the nearest professor to tell on us. I swear he’s worse than Peeves. I’m surprised no one has stolen his frame and placed him in Hog’s Head or burned him. 

“Besides, who said your attention was wanted?” My tone holds a slight hint of teasing as I make another and continue to walk up 2 more sets of stairs. 

“Possibly the fact that you haven’t used depulso on me yet.” I smile to myself, glad that he’s able to work with my wit.

“I wouldn’t be so harsh. You’re only a minor nuisance.” 

I make the mistake of looking over to him and I am instantly hit with the curiosity of how he is still single. He’s the ideal boyfriend height, popular, funny, and caring. Some of his pranks are annoying, but they’re never with malice intent. I do slightly agree that this school needs to light up a little. And his hair, I mean, the most perfect set of loose curls you’ve ever seen. His round glasses enhance his attractiveness rather than a dork like I did my first few years here. Not to mention he smells amazing. Like coffee and eucalyptus with a hint of tobacco from the ciggies that he smokes.

“So you’re saying I have a chance of taking you out?” I pause my steps at the landing between the steps behind us and the next on my left. 

“Now when did I say that?”

“You didn’t not say it.” I blink up at him once and again a few seconds later. Only him. My head leans down as I chuckle. 

“Fine, one date. You have one date to impress me. This Friday after Magical Theory. Meet me at the boat house.” 

I don’t miss his subtle fist pump to himself as I take my books from his right arm and walk up to the floo flames. 

“Wait! Why the boat house?” He asks after I’ve told the floo to take me to the common room. I shrug.

“I’ve always wanted to go on a picnic date.” With a wave, I step in and let the flames take me where I directed. 

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I caress the corduroy material of my skirt while gently swishing my feet in the water at the bottom of the wooden ramp. The sound of the tiny waves the water makes due to the slight breeze that’s running through. The sound of nearby trees accompany the water, tempting me to doze off until James gets here. 

“I made sure to get one of everything from the kitchens.” I turn my head to see James holding a basket and a goofy smile on his face. It's small and sincere, yet still goofy.

“You’re abusing the elves. Pitts should put you to work considering how much you’re down there.” I return the smile before drying off my feet and putting my shoes back on and walking to him. 

“He only makes you work if you’re there for detention.” Smug.

“Speaking from experience?” 

I gently take his hand in mine and walk around to the outside where the extra boats are stored. We sit down, swinging our feet over the edge of the ground. The water isn’t high enough here to wet our shoes and we have a perfect view of the castle. That’s why I chose this spot. One would think that you’d be sick of looking at the place that you’re stuck at for almost 9 months out of the year, but I still find the beauty in it years later. I’ll miss this place dearly when it’s time to graduate. 

“No. Maybe. Okay, fine. Yes, but only because I made that tiny puddle in the trophy room.”

“Ha, tiny puddle my ass! You flooded the whole room plus the hallways that surrounds it. I’ve never seen Filch that pissed off before. I was sure he was about to explode and tap into the power he was never given.” It’s hard for us to do much besides laugh as we recall the memory.

After a few “okay”’s and “okay seriously”’s, we open up the basket and take out the spread. More stories are told between the both of us as we let the world go on around us. I find out about his long lineage of Gryffindors and I tell him of my lineage of Ravenclaws. We grew up similar, with my family being a little more strict. Time seemingly flies by and it saddens me in an unfamiliar manner. A feeling I can’t place. I miss him? How can you miss someone who is still in your presence?

“Hey, where’d you go?” His serious tone startles me out of my thoughts. I look over to him and give him a lopsided smile.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I believe I have feelings for you, James Potter.” A sarcastic chuckle flows from my lips before I can stop it. “In one afternoon, you have somehow forced me to admit the impossible. Well, not the impossible. Not that it’s impossible for anyone to like you! I just didn’t think that I wou-” 

He encloses my cheek in this palm of his hand and gently brings our faces together until our lips touch. I don’t resist and let my lashes kiss the apples of my cheeks as I sink into the kiss. It’s not a particularly long kiss. Short enough to have me silently praying to Merlin that it could have gone on longer. I chase his lips when he pulls away and my eyes flutter open. 

“Why’d you stop?” I ask in a whisper.

“I want to show you something.” I look at him bewildered. He fails to notice as he rushes to pack everything up and help me up.

“Now?”

“Now.”

We’re back in the boat house and in front of the floo flames. I’m still trying to process how his lips felt on mine, smooth and pillowy soft. No rush and definitely better than the last person I kissed. I can’t believe he stopped. Didn’t even give me enough time to savor it. I don't realize that he had the flames take us to the greenhouses until I look up and see the giant wisteria tree that sits in the middle of the entrance. I give him a deadpanned, and slightly irritated look when I realize where we are. 

“You stopped kissing me so we could come to the greenhouse? I love plants, but I preferred the other thing we were doing.”

“Hush.” He kisses me on the cheek and leads me down the curved steps closest to us and down the path to the greenhouse tree. It’s deeply rooted into the castle, so it sits in a small pool of water. What I never noticed is the stairway on the side that leads below ground. 

We walk, a little faster than I intend, down the spiral stairs and passed an archway that reveals to be some sort of storage place, but also displays the trunk of the tree through glass windows.

“Godric, how did you stumble upon this place? It’s gorgeous! Wait, why are we here?” I touch the glass lightly in wonder that such a place has existed all this time and I never knew about it. 

“Well, little bird, I figured that it was time for you to give your wings a rest. Here, come lie down with me.” I turn to find a set up of blankets and pillows and him nonchalantly sitting there as if this array of cushions has been here this whole time.

I follow his directions and sit down next to him. My head finds a home on his shoulder and I watch the water bubbles float to the top. Now that I have calmed down, I’m glad he took me here. It's quite gorgeous. Right as I get comfortable, he shifts up and moves behind me. With one leg on either side of me, he pulls me closer to his chest. 

“You okay there, Mr. Potter?” I put my arms on the outside of his bent legs, letting my hands rest on his knees. 

“Perfect.” The tips of his fingers lightly trace up and down my arm. My eyes close on instinct. I lean back into him and let my body focus on the one sensation, sighing as I do so. 

“Is there a reason you were so reluctant to go out with me?”

My heart takes a hit at his question. A question I’m not sure how to answer without saying bitter or pathetic. A question that I don’t know the true answer to. 

“I mean, you’re James Potter. One of, if not the most popular guy in school. You run around with your friends pranking anyone and everyone. No offense, but why would I take you seriously about wanting to go out with me? We’re on different calibers and just by recalling what you told me about your family, you guys don’t venture outside of your houses when it comes to the romance department.”

He’s quiet, and it makes me nervous. Did I deeply offend him? Is there going to be another date after this? Did I completely fuck everything up? His hum interrupts my internal spiraling.

“Well, you got me there. Everything you said is true,” His hand begins to trace the top of my thigh, inching closer to the inside. I subtly, but slowly open them up. I don’t know why, but I assume my body does. “However, that has nothing to do with you and my feelings towards you.”

He traces the apex of my thigh. Starting at my knee, down to the crease that joins my thigh and hip, and back up. 

“We’re both equally popular, so I’m not sure that was a mark against me.” I open my mouth to rebuttal, but he beats me to it, “You may not know it, but you, my dear, are very popular.”

My skirt has now become a mini with the opening of my thighs pushing it up. The tip of his middle finger skirts the hem of my underwear. It’s such a simple touch, not even touching anything truly intimate, yet I gasp in pleasure at it. 

“James,” I lightly huff.

He ignores what sounds as a plea and proceeds to gently push down on my clit. “As for the other things, I heard that girls like funny guys. It seems you do since I’ve caught you laughing a time or two whenever I set off fireworks in the Great Hall or throw a dungbomb in Charms.” The circles he draws causes my back to arch and push myself more into his hand. 

“As for my family, I happen to not be like them. I prefer to venture out and experience more.” He finally slips his hand inside of my underwear and makes contact with my clit bare. His finger slides in between my inner lips and collects the already formed arousal, then he brings it back up to continue circling my clit.

“J-James,” The air thickens in my throat. I gather any air I can, but the sensation from him touching me makes that more important than breathing. 

With my hand on his, I direct him further down to my entrance and ease his middle and ring fingers inside of me. The thrusts are slow, but deep. Each whimper that escapes my lips becomes prominent after the last. I have to fight the urge for my thighs to close around his hand. The palm of his hand rubs perfectly against my clit when his fingers switch from pumping pressing up against the squishy part inside of me that causes a pornographic moan to fill the room. 

“Such a good girl, birdie. Come on, cum for me.” His fingers return to my clit, with a little bit more pressure, completely undoing me. 

My thighs entrap his hand and I hold on to his arm. His coos and praise help ground me after a few minutes. I’m eventually able to relax my thighs and let go of his arm. He whispers a “good job” in my ear before softly pecking my cheek. When my clit stops throbbing, he pulls his hand out of my underwear, revealing my cum completely blanketed over his fingers and thinner layers scattered on his palm. 

“Is my attention still unwanted?” I can feel the smirk from a mile away. I turn around and softly connect our lips before responding.

“Yes.” I tease. Our lips are a mere centimeter apart, letting mine brush against his as I speak.

“You make the prettiest moans, you know that?” My eyes widen and I turn my head to the side to avoid eye contact, closing mine in embarrassment at his words.

“Hey,” with a gentle hand he makes me face him again, “can I hear some more?”

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James Masterlist | United Kingdom

[42spideys]

i love love love your chubby!male reader fic. would u mind writing a fic where chubby!reader is recovering from an ed and tries to eat a full meal one day and feels nauseous and calls 42!miles and is like can u come sit w me bc they feel like they are regressing?

just rlly soft and tender.

it’s okay if not !!! love u !! x

REGRESSION — e-42! miles morales x chubby!reader

warnings: gn!reader, eating disorders, self hatred, fluff, comfort, google translated spanish (i’m srry), miles being the best boyfriend ever :((

note: i love u to!! this was such a cute request thank u anon 😭

this was so stupid, you were stupid, and the food was stupid. you were trying your absolute best to sit there and eat, you had gotten more than half way done before you felt that familiar burning, disgusting, buildup in your chest. you let out a pained grunt before shoving a spoonful of mashed potatoes in your mouth, you felt yourself slipping. you were almost done, why were you chickening out? your hands shook as you picked up your phone to text miles, he was the only one in your mind that could help you right now.

geek 👾

‘miles are you busy rn?’

‘nah wsp’

‘this is so stupid but i need you over here rn, i’m dead abt to throw up this food i’m not joking’

read 12:19

‘miles???’

read 12:20

you groaned in annoyance before laying your head in your arms, your food was pushed over to the left of you, it almost looked sad. after two minutes of you telling yourself how stupid you were for thinking you could ever do something so simple as eat food, you heard your door open. you glanced behind you to see miles panting, he was still in his pajamas, you felt like shit for making him run here. you looked away from him pathetically, small sniffles coming from you made miles tense in frustration. never at you of course, at your stupid brain and body for making you feel like this, for making you struggle with basic things like eating.

miles slowly walked over to the table where you were seated and picked up your plate, he dipped his pinky in the food and cringed when he felt nothing but cold. he made his way to your microwave, placing the food gently inside and starting it, the low hum of the microwave would’ve been calming if you weren’t on the verge of throwing up your organs. after two minutes he took the plate out the microwave and placed it in front of you, he kneeled next to you, placing a careful hand on your back.

“you’re gonna be okay, aight? sólo un poco más.” he whispered in your ear, you picked your head up with a pout, he gave a soft smile while watching you eat. anytime you tried to retreat from the table he kept you there, giving you words of praise, giving you hugs, giving you kisses, holding your hand through everything.

you felt like you were there for hours, it was agonizingly slow for you, but your thought were interrupted when a very smiley miles started clapping. “look, you finished all your food, i knew you could do it.” he ruffled your hair, earning a small giggle from you. he picked your plate up and went to the sink to wash it, you were trailing behind him like a small puppy, clinging onto the bottom of his shirt with your pinkie.

after he was done he scooped you up, much to your dismay. “quit doing that! what if you pull something?” he snorted while walking to your room, “i’m not going to die jus because i picked you up, you’re so dramatic.” he gently kicked your door open and threw you on the bed. “that’s still a possibility, miles.” you whined only to be met with a pair of lip on yours, he pulled away before you could register the kiss in your mind. “you can lecture me all you want in the morning, mi amor, but i’m tired and i know for sure yo ass tired to.”

you weren’t even going to try to argue with miles, you just wrapped yourself around his slender frame, he was always warm and smelled good.

“thank you, i really don’t think i would’ve been able to do that without you.” you say softly, already feeling yourself slipping into slumber. “you help me all the time, this was the most i could do.” he said with a small sigh while playing with your hair, “love you miles.” you mumbled sleepily making miles chuckle.

“love you too, siempre y para siempre.”