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Hi Pookie, so I think I have an idea for a fic😅
So according to the skz twitter admin, poor lil Hanji is sick (hope he gets well soon, god bless his precious heart) so I lowkey need a fluffy fic of reader taking care of him, making sure he is well fed and properly loved till he feels better
I think it would be so cute but also I feel bad requesting for this considering he is actually sick so Idk do what you want with this😅😅
ayyy my poor little hannie :(((
say, we’ll write something to wish for him that he gets better (because that makes sense, lol) but of course, my love! i can make it for you, anything for you pookie <3
here you have it!
#my little hannie#thanks for dropping by!#made it extra fluff for my pookie#hope you like <3#skz han#stray kids scenarios#stray kids#han jisung headcanons#han jisung#soft hours#stray kids jisung#han jisung x reader#fluffy fluff#skz scenarios#skz han jisung
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mommy kissing santa claus ? oh goodness !
✎ᝰ — your adorable children catches you and your husband sneaking kisses from one another, except that they see santa claus and not your actual husband
★ — gojo, toji, geto x fem!reader
★ — genre + warnings: fluff & very suggestive + allusion to sex from previous night in geto’s (nothing explained/nothing in detail)
★ — a/n: thank you to my pookie kai for your help (@strawhatkia) and dedicated to my tia baeeee <3 (@tiathecreator)
꒰ SATORU GOJO ꒱
°❆ christmas day lingers quicker and quicker and midnight is close to striking, but of course, you and your husband are wrapping gifts very last minute. there would be a great explanation to this but there isn’t, both of your work schedules and the children's school schedules, made it barely possible to wrap gifts. which leads to the two of you rapidly, and terribly, wrapping gifts as your twin children sleep.
but, to make the night slightly more festive, gojo decided to dress up as santa claus. he bought two sets, one as pajamas and one for the morning as everyone unwrapped their gifts. he thought it would excite the children for the festive holiday. you laughed at his frivolous idea and immediately he pulled out a mrs. claus outfit….oh gosh. you laughed at the suit, you rejected the outfit and continued wrapping, ignoring his pleas as it got worse and worse.
gojo dressed up with the beard and santa hat, trying to convince you that dressing up is a wonderful idea and the kids would love it. though in your mind, you’re thinking of wondering how to tell this white-haired man that he looks like a creep and not santa claus, but you wouldn’t hurt his precious little heart like that. instead, you continued to wrap the remaining gifts, until you felt a sudden heaviness on your chest. heaviness that could be described as your brawny, whiny, six-foot-four husband still pleading with you to dress up with him. his usual gleeful blue eyes become doe-y, now giving away the desperation that gojo is never ashamed of.
you laugh at his desperation and ask him to get off but of course, he refuses. he hugs you and traps you in a tight space, you trying to squirm out of his hold and him hovering you. it also doesn’t make it better that his doe-y look turned into a sense of mischief, you raised your eyebrow at his look, and he simply shrugged at it. you two stared at each other until gojo’s lips formed a smirk and placed a sensual kiss on you. you opened your mouth to object to the kiss but instead, he placed another one and another…and another. he continued to kiss you until you kissed back, light noises made as both of your hands traveled. the kiss continued and distracted both of you from the gift wrapping and the fact that the twins had woken up from their sleep.
your bedroom door opens widely, but of course, you and gojo hadn’t noticed, and both of them yelled, “santa?!”. your child’s voice startled both of you and gojo immediately fell off of you and almost until the gifts. you elbowed him to get the gifts out of their sight, he grabbed the nearest blanket and threw it on top of their gifts. you asked your children why they couldn’t sleep and they answered back why you were kissing thee santa claus, the big dude with a sack of gifts. why is santa kissing their mom and not their dad? this is nuts, insane, crazy to even think about!
while the kids were trying to lecture you on how much dad loves you and how you’re such a bad person to dad, you looked to gojo and gojo burst into laughter, you followed along and laughed as well. both kids looked at each other with confusion and hurt on their faces. gojo patted the space between the two of you and told them to sit there as he explained a (terribly) exaggerated story on how their dad is the real santa claus, that’s why he’s extra busy during the month of december. he even took off the beard and hat to prove that’s it their giddy father and not the man in red with a bunch of elves. both children were confused and continued to ask questions, one of them didn’t believe him and still pointed to you as a cheater. you shook your head and added fictional events to gojo’s story, no matter how exaggerated it sounded aloud.
꒰ SUGURU GETO ꒱
°❆ christmas springs upon the morning, and you only know this because both of the young girls, nanako and mimiko, are banging at the door. you and geto groan and try to ignore it, if only the girls didn’t start fiddling with the door, and that startled the both of you. particularly ‘cause the aftermath of last night was still present, since the both of you weren’t clothed.
thankfully, yet oddly, you were reminded to tell geto about the santa suit to wear for the morning. now was it a silly idea? most definitely! was for nanako and mimiko? mostly yes, and you needed some type of memory of christmas morning on your phone. you walk over to your closet and shuffle around the boxes of presents until you spotted the big red suit and hat to match. you smiled ever so cunningly to yourself, geto noticed but shrugged his shoulders and went about to brush his teeth. you pulled the suit from behind the presents and showed it geto, proposing to him to wear it for this merry morning. geto being geto, he immediately rejected but that no didn’t stop you from convincing him to wear. did it take a lot of convincing? oh definitely. did it take a lot of “are you guys done yet?” from your two girls? yes…sadly yes.
the only thing that convinced him was that it would bring a lot of glee to his girls and he can’t disappoint his girls, he just can’t. even if it means sucking up his pride and dressing up as santa claus and pretending to bring the gifts from the north pole. it also helps, not geto though, that you bought a sack similar to santa’s so he could truly be in character.
after some time of getting ready for the morning, as in fussing with geto about the suit and carefully placing the presents into sack, you entered the living room with a smile that is hiding something, but the girls are too focused on their stocking stuffers to notice. they bounce with gleefulness as they open small gifts such as doll clothes, hair accessories, some candy, and other minuscule things they asked for. they continued to bounce around the tree as they tried to peek at what their gifts could be but were forced not to open them until their surprise arrived.
the girls grew tired after some minutes and frequently asked when is their surprise is coming. nanako tried to sneakily open one of her gifts under the tree until the iconic, “ho! ho! ho!”, made it’s way into your home and the girls jumped up from their spot to see santa claus in their home. their jaws dropped and their eyes grew from the sudden appearance of santa claus, the true (fake) santa in their home! you giggled at their amusement and you noticed geto’s mouth growing from annoyed to relaxed as he small childish smiles on his girl’s faces. maybe dressing up as santa wasn’t too bad of an idea for geto, but who is he to tell you that you’re right?
the girls eagerly asked questions as santa geto sat down to give their gifts, he tried to answer to the best of his abilities or at least give believable answers for them. mimiko questioned him on why santa’s hair looked similar to their father’s and he immediately answered with hair dye and extensions. you smiled to yourself at the beautiful, and playful, sight of the girls enjoying geto as santa claus, you took many pictures on your phone while they weren’t looking.
though, geto caught you mid-click and pulled you onto his lap. he peppered kisses all over your face and gave you “your gift”, an enduring and sweet kiss to say “I love you”. though, maybe nanako and mimiko shouldn’t have been present to witness that cause immediate yelling came from the both of them. they mostly yelled at geto and asked him why he kissed their mother, he’s supposed to be married to mrs. claus! he shouldn’t have his lips on their mother and their mom shouldn’t like that, their father would be furious!
you and geto smiled at their lecture, you giggled to yourself and geto pulled off his costume, reavealing to them that he is santa claus. mimiko tried to say that she always knew from the hair but the both of you knew that was a lie.
꒰ TOJI FUSHIGURO ꒱
°❆ a clink goes and laughter fills the living room, just as much as it is with red and white, and the typical splatter of different colors from megumi and tsumiki, love and peace decorate it as well. two bottles of wine sat at the dresser, one already halfway done as you and toji chatted (and drank) away for christmas eve. but as the wine bottle becomes empty, the space between you two becomes closer. then again, he has been gone for a whole month and a half, it’s only right to feel this way with him.
it’s only right to feel this way of yearning from his absence, which explains why his arm slyly brings your lower body closer to him. it explains why his fingers drag themselves along your thigh, lightly dragging around your stretch marks. it explains why toji brought himself closer to your face, only a mere inch away from your lips interlocking. but instead he brings the idea of dressing as santa claus and mrs. claus for the night? sounds odd, trust it is and the way your head is titled, he knew that it sounded odd to you.
he explains himself further and says that it's only right that you dress up for the holiday season. plus, he’s one hundred percent sure that mrs. claus misses her dead old husband. you still had a look of confusion on your face, toji sighed and went into the closet to change into the costume he had prepared. except when he came out, it was barely anything like the classic look of santa; it was a red thermal top with fur cuffs, barely cropped but can still show a peek of his abs, the top had a bell at the collar, quite small and quite annoying. red thermal pants to match as well and a santa hat (something to keep it classic).
you burst into laughter as you saw the awful outfit he claimed to be dressed as “santa claus”. when in actuality, he looks like an elf on the shelf and you told him that, crying in laughter as toji huffs in embarrassment. he grumbled to himself, saying it was the last time he tried to be “in the merry spirit”. he continued to grumble to himself and you continued to laugh at him, still not over the ridiculous outfit, you gave props for trying, but couldn’t get over it.
granted, his muscle build made it look somewhat attractive but the amount of red on him just threw you in for a loop. it also doesn’t help that the bell jingles every time he moves. his embarrassment grew into frustration, making him throw off the top and your laugh dialed down. the both of you forgot how bashful you can get when toji is topless, due to his absence.
toji noticed, finding amusement at how your laughter was taken back as soon as he removed his shirt. which made him want to tease you just a slight bit; he moved back to the bed and grabbed your hand, moving it to place on his hips. then drags it along his waist, he lets out a small groan when you press your nails onto it.
as both of your hands roamed over each other, the space between your bodies constricted, leaning closer and closer until your lips ghosted over. you both chuckled before kissing one another, a kiss that could be described as loving, enduring, and passionate. but could you blame each other?
well, the only thing to blame is that door wasn’t completely closed and tsumiki happened to pass by. she glanced and continued to the kitchen, but then backtracked to your room. she spotted the red hat and thought to herself, “santa? there’s no way, why is santa in mommy’s room?”. she tip-toed closer to the small crack that your door left and viewed the kiss shared between you and toji. her jaw dropped and she immediately ran, quietly ran, to megumi’s room to wake him up. megumi grumbled to her to let him sleep, yet tsumiki insisted that she saw her mom kissing santa claus. she saw it with her own two eyes!
megumi didn’t believe her and tried to ignore her but he knew that wouldn’t work, therefore getting up from his bed and treading towards your bedroom. he didn’t even bother knocking and opening the door, immediately wishing he didn’t from the way his parents were on each other. thankfully, you both were clothed and didn’t do anything…yet.
toji scolded megumi for not knocking on the door and megumi rolled his eyes. megumi turned over to tsumiki and pointed out to her that santa claus was just their dad in a santa hat, it wasn’t the actual santa eating their mom’s mouth. tsumiki felt naive for falling for something so obvious but she can admit that she was a bit spooked that santa looked much too similar to toji. she even commented on how toji’s back looks sharp like rocks while santa’s doesn’t, that only made toji confused and you and megumi laughing at the comment.
toji came closer to tsumiki and started to chase her around the house, yelling how she’s gonna coal for christmas for peeking into her parent’s bedroom. you and megumi shook your heads but was amused at this family’s dynamic.
★ I tried so hard not to make toji’s include smut, yall please- like it’s so hard not making this whore when it’s literally canon that he is
★ would yall believe me if i said toji’s was the longest 🧍🏽♀️…?
★ lemme know which one was yall fav <3
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The right ones.
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Pairing: Soft!Joel Miller x reader, no outbreak (Sarah is alive and well)
Summary: Joel buys you pads. ‘Cause Joel provides, you know, no matter the situation.
Tags: established relationship, pet names (baby, honey), reader has period and hair, no other description is given, mention of period symptoms, mention of cramps, mention of pads, mention of Sarah, flirting, kissing, Joel is a sweet pookie bear, I think that’s all? It’s just some tiny little fluff I wrote because I’m about to get my period and I need some comfort 🥲
I tried to write it in a neutral way so that every person who menstruates can identify with it, I hope I succeeded. (if you think there are things that need to be changed, just tell me and I'll do it ❤️)
English is not my first language, no beta and no proofreading so any mistake is all my fault, I’m sorry 💀
Thanks to anyone who will read this!
Your cell phone rings.
“Hey! What’s up, honey?”
“Um… listen, which ones did you say you need?”
“The ones with wings, Joel. Blue box, second shelf from the bottom.”
Usually you are the one who takes care of groceries and hygiene products shopping and by now you know by heart where they are.
“Mh…” you can see him. In the middle of the aisle, frowning, one hand on his hip and the other one holding the phone, one knee slightly forward, as he tries to maneuver through the boxes, they must all look the same to him.
“The ones that say ‘night, with wings, extra long’,” you add to try to help him.
Silence follows, several deep breaths, an undertone of exasperation, you bite your lower lip to keep from bursting out laughing. You don’t want to make fun of him, he’s trying hard to make it right.
He offered to do it for you this morning while you were in the bathroom and you discovered that not only had your period decided to come early but you were also almost out of pads.
You let out a sigh and cursed, “Oh damn!” You were in a foul mood, the cramps were making you squirm, your head was hurting, your back was tormenting you.
He was getting dressed, clearly heard you and asked worried “what’s wrong?”
You walked out of the bathroom with your head down and one hand on your stomach feeling miserable “UGH, my stupid period came and I’m running out of pads”
You sat on the bed and grabbed your phone from the nightstand as a terrible nausea hit you, and you called out of work saying you were sick.
His large hand caressed your face as he leaned down to kiss you.
“I’ll go to the supermarket during lunch break,” he said softly “Stay in bed and rest, okay?”
“Thank you so much” you said, lying down on the bed again and burying your face into your pillow, feeling cramps clawing inside you “you’re the absolute best”
He leaned to kiss your cheek and then left the house to reach the construction site.
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He had done it for Sarah one of the first times she had her period and he had bought the wrong type, the thick and bulky ones, she had looked at the box with a downhearted expression that had made his heart sink.
“Those aren't the ones I wanted, Dad! I told you extra thin!” She screamed at him between sobs.
Joel felt like a good-for-nothing.
Making Sarah cry was terrible for him.
He later discovered that his daughter's tantrum was also a side effect of her period and Sarah had apologized to him but Joel still felt that he was the one who had to apologize for his lone wolf status that didn't allow him to have someone by his side to ask for help.
He would have liked to fall in love, yet he had to make it on his own, he certainly didn’t have time to date between work and all the other things he had to take care of. Being a single dad was a full time job.
After that, Joel had memorized the type that Sarah liked best but she had always conveniently made sure to stock up every time they went to the supermarket.
It had been many years since he had bought them for her and he found himself back at square one. Packages are so different, he could swear there are a dozen new ones he's never seen before.
He pinches his nose, takes a deep breath and then he sees it, just like you described it.
"I found them!" you hear him say enthusiastically "I'll be there soon"
"Good job! I'll be waiting for you, love" you coo.
He grabs the box and he goes to the checkout.
You hang up the phone wondering if he really has the ones you want but in any case you’re already grateful that he used his lunch break to bring them to you.
When he met you he was convinced he would be alone forever.
You had reopened his heart little by little, with patience, without pushing him to do or say what he wasn't ready for yet and he had rediscovered himself as a man capable of loving and in need of receiving it. He was grateful for this, he’s madly in love with you and wants to do everything he can to help you in every circumstance.
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Joel has quietly entered your room and find you asleep.
He sits on the bed trying not to wake you.
Your hair spread out on the pillow, your face relaxed, your mouth slightly agape and your hand hanging loosely next to your face… you are so beautiful he can’t believe it. He’s the luckiest man in the world and the least he can do is bring you the right damn box. He leave the bag on your nightstand, kisses you on the temple and goes to the kitchen to make some sandwiches.
You wake up after a couple of minutes and see the bag so you grab it to look inside.
Bingo.
Joel wasn’t wrong, they are exactly the ones you wanted. And you find your favorite chocolate bar in it too.
You hear him humming softly in the kitchen so you get up to go and congratulate your hero.
“Hey, gorgeous!” he says to you as soon as he sees you at the kitchen door. “How are you feeling?”
“Better.” you say, stretching your arms. Luckily the painkiller you took worked.
“I’m happy to hear that. Go back to bed, I’ll bring you a sandwich in a bit” You move closer and wrap your arms around his waist, leaning against his back as he spreads mayo on the bread.
“You don’t have to do all this, but thank you” you whisper “I love you so much” His body is warm and welcoming, you bury your face in his plaid shirt inhaling his woody scent, so familiar and seductive.
Joel is like that, he had never been good with words, his love language is gestures. And he makes tons of them, constantly, small and big. He remembers which flowers you like best, he brings you Chinese food when you tell him you had a bad day, he watches your romantic comedies with you even if they bore him, he lets you choose the music in the car even if he's old school and you're belting out Billie Eilish and Chappell Roan these days, if something in the house broke, you find it repaired the next day without even asking.
“I love you too” he says, dropping the knife on the counter and placing his hands on yours, holding you close.
“You got the right ones, I'm proud of you” you tell him softly.
He turns to kiss you “Good, I’m glad I could help”
The tip of your tongue grazes his lips and you gently make your way into his mouth, moaning against him while he fills his hands with your ass squeezing it.
“Mmm baby, don't provoke me, I don't have much time left before coming back to work unfortunately"
“We can always have a quickie, they say orgasms help with cramps, you know” you say in a slightly pleading voice, looking at his big brown beautiful eyes through your eyelashes.
“Oh well then if it's for a good cause…” he replies huskily.
“And then you deserve a prize”
“I also got you some chocolate, did you see?”
“Oh yes” you say grabbing him by the shirt and dragging him into the bedroom “I saw it and I love it, but I crave something else sweet right now”
Joel chuckles as he follows you into your shared bedroom “such a dirty little thing you are”
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oscar piastri x gn!reader
summary ─┈ · · · with an incredible but tough race, you wanted to help oscar unwind and show him how proud you were of how far he’s gotten in his rookie season.
contains ─┈ · · · 18+, explicit, fluff(?) : soft!oscar, shy!reader, oral male receiving, cock worshipping lol, all done in the shower :0, use of petnames (e.g. baby, love) wc : 3.5k
a/n ─┈ · · · qatar 2023 oscar you will always be famous!! i cant believe these photos exist, it changed lives (mine). it took me ages to finish this, the season is literally over so he’s no longer a rookie, but will always be my pookie 😔.
꒰ 𖥻masterlist ꒱
The weekend was tough. With Qatar being an extremely hot country, this specific grand prix was more physically demanding than any other. It really was an understatement with how humid it was, given the fact that the nation was in the Middle East—whose terrain comprises on an arid desert.
Most of the racers fell ill after because of this environment, it was strenuous and fatiguing—also considering the extra protective layers they wore under their suits for safety measures only added on to the heat.
You couldn't wrap your head around how these athletes made ends meet with the situation, continuing on with the race until they nearly pass out, some even voicing how it might’ve been the most difficult one in their career. This impressed you more than anything, even you as a spectator—watching the track on the sidelines, had sweat beading at your skin, clothes sticking to your body in a loathsome way, and all you were doing is just sitting there watching—unable to fathom what they were up against.
Nevertheless, under all of these conditions and circumstances, your boyfriend Oscar manages to gain his second ever podium in his Formula 1 career, finishing P2 at that. In addition to the day prior, he was able to accomplish winning the sprint race, snagging himself a nice heavy plaque to carry along while traveling—putting on a little more weight to his suitcase.
With him being able to achieve more than most on the grid in his rookie season, everyone was left astounded, you included. He never ceases to amaze you with how calm and collected he was—being true to his nature and staying resilient throughout the difficult weekend, all apparent with the fight he had put up within the three days. It was praiseworthy and you couldn’t be more proud of what he’s made himself out to be.
You can never get tired of his post-race glow. He looked so good the second he was out of his car, mouthing to you how hot it was once his face was revealed from his helmet. You almost felt bad for the poor guy but your knees nearly buck at the sight of his rounded cheeks flushed with a light pink tint, hair disheveled, and the sweat glistening on his pale skin was rather distracting for you.
Furthermore, he was slightly out of breath, evidently burning up so he decides to dump a cold bottle of water down the nape of his neck in hopes to cool down, and you swear your brain short-circuited. Something about that action ignited a fire within you that you choose to try to ignore.
There was just something about your boyfriend that you couldn't resist. He was so handsome and kind, consistently showering you with so much love and patience. You were incredibly blessed to have him. Even with him doing nothing but just standing there on the podium, he had your heart racing.
Everyone else watching for the duration of his journey can tell that his progress was slowly increasing significantly along with his emotions. So it was rather refreshing for them to witness him so gleeful, showing expressions and reactions he usually rarely displays to the public.
He stood so confidently and upright, gazing down at you with a wide toothy grin. Because of how much of a considerate speaker he was during media and race days—with his grounded and quiet personality he never seemed to lash out or strayed away from his maturity, remaining humble no matter the situation. Today was just an exception though, he felt happy and fulfilled with the results, so embracing it was the best thing to do right now. However luckily for you, you're able to see that cheery side of him constantly behind closed doors.
When the ceremony goes on to play, your pupils dilate automatically like they do when it's dark outside to try to adjust and let more light in, but now it's because it's the light of your favorite person.
Since the outcome was a double podium for McLaren, everyone was overjoyed with the aftermath, loud cheers and big hugs were shared amongst the team. You'll never get tired of being part of times like this, they were genuinely so heartfelt and sentimental that you hope you can experience many more like this in the future.
Oscar was so content and lost in the moment, you couldn’t withstand not taking any photos—snapping a few pictures to cherish and gawk at later only seemed like the exact thing to do. Your eyes sparkle with joy and admiration whilst you continue to stare at the drivers spraying champagne on one another. He's laughing, smiling so wide that the apple of his cheeks were so supple and plump—all too contagious that you couldn't bite back your own lips from curling upright—feeling so fortunate to be witnessing it all.
The bubbly white drink sprays and dribbles everywhere, you focus on the way it drips down Oscar's skin and soaks his race suit. He looked absolutely captivating with the fabric clinging onto his frame, broad shoulders becoming more prominent causing a sudden warm rush of need to fill your body, only adding more fuel to the flames in your tummy that you so desperately tried to push away earlier. The cogs in your brain turn slowly, erotic thoughts plaguing your foggy mind that you must act on right away or you’ll go crazy.
Once everyone was back at the garage you were the first one to immediately engulf him into a tight hug. Your peers surrounding you felt the pure fondness shared between the two of you, unable to hide their smiles from the affection being flaunted.
"I'm all wet and gross," he speaks, but not denying your embrace.
"I don't care, congratulations on getting on the podium...again." you’re giggling, pulling away to get a good look at his pretty face before giving him a soft peck on his lips. Only to quickly shy away and hide your face in the crook of his neck as you aren't one for pda.
Noticing your embarrassment he chuckles—breath tickling your neck, all the while rubbing your back to coax you, "Thank you, my love."
The edges of his eyes start to soften, even getting a little teary which appears like he can't control before closing them and resting his chin on top of your shoulder. He squeezes you a little more firmly against him to seek comfort that only you can provide for him after a tiring and grueling day.
His heart clenches in an uncomfortable way that he was incompetent of understanding. Maybe it’s because of the race that has his emotions all over the place, or maybe it’s the exhaustion taking over his body, but seeing as you were right by him supporting his every move like you always have, he feels everything all at once.
He was grateful to have someone like you, so selfless and sweet. Whatever the occurrence or situation, you were ceaselessly ready to drop everything at hand to help or support with anything in need for him. Oscar loves you too much—not only for what you are, but for what he was when he was with you. He felt more like himself around you, never putting up a front whenever you were at arms reach, being genuine with each and every part of the relationship. You were his rock, you grounded him, and he wouldn’t want to have it any other way.
“I love you.” you whisper oh so quietly that no one else can hear but he was able to pick up that sweet voice of yours easily.
“I love you more.”
Throughout the rest of the night you latched onto his side like a leech which doesn't go unnoticed by him, only chucking it up to you just being delighted with the results of the race. Though normally, you were never one to display clinginess, so when you didn’t seem to waver away from him and when your soft touches became more bold until you got back to the hotel—it came as a slight surprise. Especially when you rid of his clothes to pull him into an ice cold shower with you, intending to wash away that pent up stress and sweat he carried with him all day.
Hardly ever being the one to initiate things like this—you always backed out sheepishly, citing that you were embarrassed or self-conscious to venture further yourself before eventually having him take over the lead. At all times he respected your wishes and boundaries, only doing what you wanted. Not once did he press you additionally to do something you were uncomfortable with and anytime you both decide to get intimate with each other he makes it a point to always go slow. Taking his time on breaking you down until you couldn’t think clearly anymore was always rewarding for him in the end.
This was still fresh to him, it wasn't very often where he found himself under the inexperienced touch of his shy partner—the very same person who got flustered whenever accidentally walking in on him changing. So it didn’t come as a shock to see him hardening right before your eyes from the contact of your skin on his.
You aren’t naive, albeit bashful, yet you knew exactly what effect you had on him. But because of the confidence that exudes from him, the way he seemed to never give a fuck and not taking shit from anyone—it naturally made you feel a little intimated. Though it was never in a bad way—entirely the opposite actually. He was a hunk of a man, a head taller than you, and it didn’t hurt that he was painstakingly attractive. It was weirdly endearing, how you immediately go blank at the sight of him, the butterflies in your stomach never calming down at moments like these.
His back faces the shower head while you stood in front of him, rinsing his hair and body—cleaning off the sticky champagne and musk. The only sounds your ears can make out are the pitter patter from the cold water hitting his muscles and your feeble heart pounding erratically as your palms massage his tense shoulders.
Oscar already feels himself relaxing in your touch, melting at how the tip of your fingers begin to roam all across the rough skin of his torso, but there’s a slight hesitation to it. Your hands begin to tremble, you’d like to think it was because of the icy precipitation of the water instead of your nerves. His eyes bore into yours with concern, feeling your eagerness switch into anxiousness in an instant. One of his own strong hands reaches over to place it at your hip, thumb rubbing soothing circles on your now goose-bumped skin.
"You alright love?”
You don't answer him, opting to find the tiles of the shower behind his head more interesting, heat rising to your cheeks at once. He jerks your chin with his fingers from his other hand to have you look at him, and yet you focus anywhere but him as he searches for your eyes, “What is it baby? Do you wanna get out?”
Shaking your head in disagreement almost immediately, your irises finally reaching him with scrunched brows, clearly contemplating a thought. He can tell there was something hiding behind those eyes, he was able to read you well like the back of his hand. There was a sense of longing lingering along with uncertainty and doubt. He picked that up whenever you were aroused and desperately wanted to do something but too timid to continue and pursue on it.
Oscar wasn't trying to take advantage of your vulnerability, he would never do that. The patience of your boyfriend was admirable and you thank him relentlessly for it. All you really needed at times was a small little push so he presses his lips against yours in a soft kiss to try and encourage you to say something, anything—this benefited your worries to slowly wash away, seeping down the drain as you attempt to build up some confidence.
“Just...really happy right now." you mumbled quietly after a long pause, unable to keep yourself from shifting even closer to him.
"Yeah?" there’s a sigh of relief coming from him, another pause fills the room as he listens to you. Tuning out the sound of the shower—all white noise in the background currently as his fingers that held your chin now caresses your jaw in hopes to urge you more.
“Mhmmm,” your eyes avert to your hands resting at his chest, fidgeting with your fingernails while choosing your next words carefully, “You were real cool out there y’know? You did amazing, I can tell how capable you are of the things you do, makes me really proud.”
He smiles at your little confession, snaking his arm around you so the front half of your bodies are now pressing against each other, warming up one another, the previous efforts of trying to cool down from the insanely hot day were now pointless.
“Can I show you how much?"
Oscars eyebrows raise in surprise at the proposition, "Hm? How will you show me?”
He thinks of how beautiful his little lover looked, flustered under his gaze because of how unsure on what the next moves should be. God, how touched his heart was. You were absolutely perfect to him, so considerate and devoting.
"Wanna take care of you, make you feel good. Please?"
You felt his cock twitch from your words, and with your faces just merely inches apart, the air starts to become thicker around you by the second, getting harder to breathe. He swears he’ll never take this moment for granted, your shell finally cracking away little by little for him. Oscar yearned for this, a pleased smile plastered on his face to showcase how proud he was of you just as much as you were of him.
"Do whatever you want with me, 'm all yours love."
You took a moment there, feeling bashful from him peering down at you. Pulling away from him, just enough to reach in between your heated bodies, you take notice of his stiffened cock leaking pre-cum from it’s flushed red tip.
“Can I touch it?”
"Y-yeah, 'course baby,” he agrees but he isn’t prepared for the feeling of your soft hand encompassing the girth of his cock.
"'S so big...'n pretty." you whisper more to yourself at the observation, this wasn’t the first time you’ve been face to face with each others intimate parts, hell you’ve had sex numerous times but it was still a staggering sight no less.
He never thought he was particularly gifted in terms of size, but when he saw how big he looked in your hand, it was almost too much for him. Your fingers didn't even touch around the thickness. He's sucking his bottom lip in between his teeth when you give him a single, slow stroke. This causes him to throw his head back, water now running down his face. His breathing begins to slowly pick up as he relaxed, letting his eyes flutter closed.
The pre-cum oozing out of the head easily drips down his length, aiding in lubricating himself up.
Your movements are a bit clumsy as you didn’t do this very often for him but you really think you should because he looked so enticing, aroused by something as simple as a handjob. You, his sweet, little lover who used to shield away from kisses at the beginning of your relationshinp had his cock wrapped around your hand and he was simply going mental from it all.
His eyes goes back to lock onto the way you stroked him. The fat sensitive head peeked out from under your fist every time you moved your palm upwards before you slowly went down, gently tugging the skin with your movements.
“That feels really good,” he lets out a low curse, hissing at the pleasure.
You seem to mull over his words but this wasn’t nearly enough for you, you don’t think you’d be satiated from him coming just from your hands, so you bend down until your knees come into contact with the hard tiled floor. When he looks down to follow your body, it feels like all the air gets punched out of his lungs. Your pretty face just mere centimeters away from his aching length, pupils blown wide with water dripping down your supple skin. He seemed to get a real kick out of the sight because he’s pulsating in the palm of your hand.
Your thumb came up to rest against the tip, lightly padding over the drooling slit. Rubbing the sensitive head while your other hand reaches over to pump him—picking up the pace, your eyes flickered between his fucked out face and glistening cock. He was warm in contrast to the chilly air around you, stiff in your grip, the thick vein on the underside throbbing in time to his heartbeat. His strong meaty thighs twitched with every movement and his short breaths begins to turn into pants.
"S-Spit on it, baby." he suddenly moaned.
Not letting another second pass after his request you leaned over, lips puckered before spitting down directly on his tip. Drooling to have a taste, the muscle in your mouth peeks out to wet your lips before having it ghost over his shaft. The first soft drag of your tongue up the bottom of his cock makes him jump. He isn't ready for the way your lips softly nip the skin, peppering kisses along the sensitive skin.
“Fucking hell,” the tip of your tongue grazes the slit to force more pre-cum out, and you’re smiling to yourself, making his entire body jolt, “You’re killing me.”
You even stop to pay his heavy balls some attention, remaining gentle as you know how sensitive they are. He isn't the biggest fan of when you play with his balls but he does nothing to stop you as you slide your wet tongue along the seam, dragging it all the way up his length before dropping a wet, noisy kiss back on the leaking head.
“You taste good.” you whisper, flicking your tongue up and down the slit again, the sensation has his body buzzing from the stimulation.
He reaches forward to cup your jaw, gently urging you to open your mouth with his tip making you shiver. He lets out a stuttering sigh as you take the head into your mouth, eyes fluttering at the full flavor of him on your tongue.
"S-Shit." he panted, wrapping a hand in your hair to tug you closer, "Just like that.”
Hollowing out your cheeks you start to drag your mouth down his cock, forcing half of him until the tip brushes the back of your throat, your hand takes up the rest of the space that your mouth can’t reach. Squeezing and stroking him as you start to suck on him.
He clamps his eyes shut as you work, showing his cock all your affection and he has no choice but to take it. His body trembles, muscles clenching every time you tease over a particularly sensitive spot, his moans getting more and more shameless and louder with every passing moment.
Oscar was blissed out, flushed and heaving looking as handsome as ever much like after the race today, your heart thrums loudly against your ribcage from the view and excitement.
With your head bobbing up and down, loud slurps fills his ears as your spit gathers increasingly to aid you into going faster. He starts to involuntarily rut his hips in tune with your strokes, dangerously close to his peak already.
When he opened his eyes again, he knew he was doomed. You're teary eyed, drool seeping down your chin and neck. You looked a complete mess though breathtakingly alluring—shifting on your knees, and rubbing yourself with your free hand. The sight makes him moan, grip in your hair tightening before his body goes taut.
"Fuck 'm gonna come." he warns through gritted teeth.
You bravely took all of him in your mouth upon his statement, gagging around his length that sends vibrations throughout his spine. When you come back up, you take him out to breathe only to flinch as he suddenly came, the first splatter of cum hits your face catching your cheeks and hair whilst he mutters out mindless apologies.
Your boyfriend twitches and groans when you return to continue to suck on his pulsating cock, working him through his high and gulping down the rest of the cum that slowly spurts into your mouth. He becomes lightheaded while coming down, placing a hand on the slippery wall beside him in order to brace himself.
When you finish cleaning him up he helps you back up onto your feet, immediately going to wipe off the pearly beads of cum on your face with the assistance of water.
“Was it good?” you grin cheekily clearly content of your work, “Did I do good?”
“Are you kidding?” he laughs while pulling you in for a heated kiss, bits of cum still lingered on your lips and he eagerly swallowed it down, not missing the whimper you let go into his mouth, “Was fucking perfect, thank you.”
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pookie... alpha zoya in rut for the event please 🙏 make it 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂
Comment: AAAAA ZOYA CAN RUIN ME ANYTIME ANYDAY… Some fluff at the end because it’s important :p
જ⁀➴ … Event .. This event is omegaverse themed
You didn’t even question the fact that she has been getting handsy these past few days. Getting awfully close to you, wrapping her arms around you, sometimes touching you like squeezing your thigh, the fat of your hip, trailing her fingers over your stomach, even knead your breast. However you would always just brush it off as her being affectionate or playful.
Until there was a day where it finally hit you. Suddenly you were pinned against the wall by Zoya, your knees weak as you inhaled her scent. She was in heat. Why didn’t she tell you sooner?
The thing is, Zoya thinks she can control her urges on her own— and she can, during her ruts she is more calm, more controlled, but this time it was different. It was stronger than usual, and just seeing you clean a bit around the room unaware made her so much more needy for you. The need to rip off your clothes, mark your skin, leave her mark inside you; it was overwhelming.
Right now she has you on all fours, face buried on the soft pillow as your moans and cries were muffled. Her cock was so deep inside you, it made it extra hard for you to breathe with how full you felt.
You don’t even remember how many times you have reached your peak, just that this has been going on for what feels like hours. She would make you bounce on her cock, missionary, mating press, to the side, everything.
All you can think about is how good she feels inside you, stretching your pussy so good, occasionally rubbing on your swollen, throbbing clit with her thumb. The way Zoya’s hips smack against yours as she keeps hitting that sweet spot deep inside you.
Your thighs were wet, covered with a mixture of yours and Zoya’s cum. You don’t even know many times you have orgasmed, or how many loads Zoya thrusted inside your abused cunt— just that this has been going on for some good hours.
You could hear Zoya’s heavy panting, her groans, her growls, the feeling of her hand on your lower tummy— feeling the bulge disappearing and appearing with every thrust she makes, knowing full well that’s where she will fill you to the brim, as if she hasn’t already filled you to your limits.
“Fuck! You’re so fucking tight, so fucking tight…” Another low groan left her lips “I am going to fill this pretty cunt with my cum, shit! Mhhhn….” You felt her lean down to bite your shoulder making you whine weakily. She licks the bite before making her way to your neck, sucking on the soft skin as her free hand grabs on your soft breast.
“Zoya~! T-too much~!!” You moaned, there was no denying how fucked out you are. A babbling mess, crying and moaning desperately.
“You look so pretty, stuffed full of me, a moaning fucking mess.” She growls as her thrust become more slower but deeper, her knot was forming on the base of her cock, but that didn’t stop her from moving.
“You gonna be a good omega and let me cum inside this pretty cunt? Yeah? Yeah?” She asked breathlessly. Suddenly she pushed her knot inside you, making you cry and cum hard around her once again.
She growled at the feeling of you clenching around her cock tighter as you cum, until she couldn’t hold it back anymore and filled you once again in your overfilled cunt. She has filled you so much to the point where you felt it leak out of you, dirtying the sheets underneath you even more.
It felt like hours passed by, locked by the knot until Zoya finally calmed down. Slowly, she pulled out, gently turning you around so your back is pressed against the mattress, and with so much love and adoration— she pressed her lips against yours.
One of the many things you loved about Zoya was how gentle and affectionate she was after your long sessions. She knows how rough she can be, especially during her ruts. She is aware she can lose her control sometimes, but at the end it’s all worth it, and she takes care of you.
Your body aches, you feel sore; but you can’t complain. Not when you are being held by your alpha as she smothers you in kisses and praises. Not when she cleaning you and asking if you need anything.
“You did so good baby.” She says and lays down beside you, pulling you closer to her as she tugs a strand of hair behind your ear, “You looked gorgeous.” She whispered before placing a kiss on your forehead.
“Although, you should get rest. I may be calm now but tomorrow I might get the urge to fuck you all over again.” She chuckled as you rested your head on her chest, closing your eyes as you hear her heartbeat.
It is true, tomorrow will also be exhausting, and it will be like that for probably even the whole week. However you don’t mind, not one bit, especially if it means you get to help your alpha and experience the pleasure she gives you over and over again.
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Hiii !! We were kinda talking about this earlier (I feel like a lot of my Teen Wolf asks are gonna start like this) and it got me thinking
What do you think are the preferred romantic pet names the main pack has? Both what they call their s/o and what they like to be called ?
(would be cool to know about Derek and Isaac too, but up to you !!)
This is such a great prompt omg
Requests for Teen Wolf are OPEN - please read my Rules before requesting!
What would the pack like to be called, and what would they call you as a romantic partner?
Included: Stiles, Lydia, Allison, and Derek. (I didn't include Isaac because I am still getting a feel for his character... what do sad kicked puppy boys call their partner?? aside from Mommy)
Warnings: this is mostly fluff; there is some mild sexual references; I tried to keep the reader as gender neutral as possible; mentions of past Derek/Kate - I think that's it?
Stiles loves pet names in a relationship. He would be the king of calling his partner babe or baby - it would roll off his tongue so easily, every other moment, he would be calling you 'babe'.
"Babe, can you pass my phone?" "Babe, what you wanna do for lunch today?" "Baby, have you seen my keys?"
(This also goes to show how excited Stiles is to be in a relationship. He has so much affection for you and he loves you so much, and his brain is always so excited and vibrating with 'I love them! I love my partner so much! I have to let them know!' So it's nicknames and PDA all the time.)
Your name would almost never leave his lips - unless it was an ultra serious situation and you were in severe danger. Save that, it's babe or baby. (And sometimes the others mock how much he calls you this, but he doesn't care because it means he has a hot partner that he gets to hug and kiss and fuck, which is not something to mock in his opinion.)
What do you call him? You know that he likes being called 'baby' too - but you call him any nickname and he doesn't complain about it. Pookie is one of your favourites, and you call him by that a lot, but you do call him by his name a lot more often than he calls you by your name. The two of you are a very affectionate couple (which can be annoying to the people around you) and this includes lots of pet names.
Lydia is not always a huge fan of being called pet names - in the past, being called things like 'sweetheart', 'baby', or 'honey', have just been things men have called her to objectify her or condescend toward her, so she doesn't like you calling her those things. However, the first time you called her 'angel', it sparked something inside of her and she absolutely loved it. She loves it when you casually call her angel in conversation ("Can you help me with this translation, angel?") and she absolutely adores it when you call her 'my angel' - she loves the bit of possession in the words and how the nickname is sweet and shows how much you truly love her.
If she calls you by a pet name, it is something complimentary and demure. She often calls you 'darling' or 'lover', and slips in 'my love' in casual conversation all the time. If she is talking about you to other people, she will often add complimentary adjectives onto these nicknames. ("You guys wouldn't be talking about my precious darling Y/N, now would you?" "Yes, tonight I have a date with my sweet lover. Why is that any of your business?")
She loves letting people know how good you are, and getting possessive over you in her own way.
Allison isn't someone who naturally gravitates toward calling you pet names. She would call you by your real name at first in the relationship, until something particular happened that made her choose a special nickname for you.
It could be something like - you trying extra hard to win a teddy bear for her at a carnival and nearly dislocating your arm throwing tennis balls, and then she easily shows you up at the game in a minute. (Because her aim is so much better.) And you shyly admit to her that even if it's a cheap little teddy bear, you wanted to have a cute gift to give to her - you wanted to give her a nice memory. So from then on, she calls you Teddy or 'my sweet bear', or 'my teddy bear' - because she says that you're the best gift she could have. (And she does have the little brown teddy bear on her bed as one of her most prized possessions - but technically, she's the one who won it.)
You sometimes call her Alli, and you're the only one who's allowed to do so. (Anybody else who has tried it has gotten smacked.) You also sometimes call her honey, which she thinks is cute because it means she's the honey and you're 'the bear'. But the two of you use each other's real names more often than pet names, and you usually only use pet names in private, behind closed doors, as a private, intimate form of affection.
Derek would pretend to hate pet names. He would be so anti-pet names when the two of you first start dating. And when it comes to what he likes to be called, he really doesn't like nicknames or pet names. If you called him 'babe' or something along those lines when the two of you first start dating, his whole body would freeze up and he would glare at you, and he would either storm off or it would start and epic argument.
Because those kind of nicknames remind him way too much of his time with Kate. (Which obviously ended in disaster.) Kate called him every single pet name in the book as a way to convince him that she truly loved him and sweet talk her way into his heart, so hearing it from you just gives him terrible flashbacks, and when he explains this, you easily understand it, and never call him by any pet name ever again.
But also - he loves the sound of his name coming off your lips. He truly, deeply loves it when you call him Derek. Sometimes you call him 'Der' or 'Big D' (mostly as a joke), and he likes those nicknames because they are uniquely yours, only things that you get to call him, and it makes him feel special, owned by you, loved by you. But to him, there is no better feeling than hearing your voice say his name.
Especially when you're pinned under him and moaning his name loudly - that's when he likes it best. But he also loves it during soft moments, when you whisper it to him before kissing him goodnight, your voice sleepy and sweet. He loves knowing that you feel safe enough with him to fall asleep in his arms.
As far as what Derek calls you - he definitely doesn't so typical pet names. Still, he associates all the usual (babe, sweetie, honey) with Kate's faux affection, and he doesn't want to do that to you, so as well as simply calling you by your name, he gives you a very unique nickname that absolutely steals your heart.
Moonflower.
He doesn't fully understand why you love him, and he considers himself to be darkness, and he thinks that you are the most beautiful, sweet thing in his life, so he calls you his 'moonflower' because he thinks that you are the one pure thing that can grow and thrive in the darkness he inevitably brings. You are a flower that grows in the moonlight, rather than the sunlight. This becomes such a special nickname to for the two of you to the point where you draw a picture of a flower in the silhouette of the moon and he gets a tattoo of it on his ribs, showing how much you mean to him.
(He is down bad for you, that's for sure.)
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Hi hello!! I absolutely adore your writing and I hope you're having a good day!
I was wondering if maybe I could request a (mystreet) Zane x Reader with a reader who loves spoiling + pampering him all while he's still wrapping his mind around the fact anyone could even like him romantically lol. If not no worries!!
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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mystreet zane x fem!reader
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: when you don't expect love to find you, it's hard to comprehend when it does. for zane, it's a mystery.
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, slight hurt/comfort? zane cries just a lil bit, otherwise super cute
𝐂𝐖: none?
𝐀/𝐍: i made this a bit more emotional than anon probably intended with the request. but i’m weak for men who are vulnerable so i had to do it to em. i have a soft spot for zane i want to be besties with him my lil emo pookie wookie. also guys i finished this after drinking half a bottle of wine so if there's any typos i'm sorry lolll
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zane had gone quiet ten minutes ago, his eyes spacing away as he blankly nodded along to whatever you said. you ignored it at first, trying to figure out if it was just you overthinking things or if something about him was really off.
you had excitedly asked him over to hang out. it wasn’t the first time, but this time you decided to be extra affectionate and doting on him. fresh baked heart shaped cookies were laid out on the coffee table as you ushered him to rest on the couch with you. you turned on whatever show he wanted while you had him rest his head on your lap.
sliding his scarf down his face, you lean over him as you rub his cheeks with your thumbs. it was a shame he covered and hid his face so often. while he acted different from his brothers, he still most definitely looked like them, and the ro’meave boys never had any bad complaints about their looks.
porcelain skin somehow was perfectly clear, save for the freckles that painted along his straight nose and high cheekbones. thick dark hair starkly contrasted against his face, the same color beautifully framing his bright icy-blue eyes.
“you’re so pretty.” you whisper.
the apple of his cheeks glow red and his lips warble, his fingers trailing across the fabric of his mask as if he was tempted to pull it back up to hide away.
“you’re prettier.” he refutes, the genuineness and uncertain shyness in his tone enough to keep you from teasing him.
you merely tap his nose, before your fingers trail up to his thick black hair. gingerly, you pull it back, fully exposing his other eye and the light scar that nicked his eyelid and brow. with a satisfied hum, you lean back to grab the bag you had prepared before.
“what’s that?”
“skin care.”
“for…?”
“you! will you let me?”
“...if you want.”
you quietly cheer in victory, a smile on your face. his lips twitch up and his eyes glisten as up at you while you begin your routine. as soon as you start massaging products into his face, he sleepily drifts his attention to the tv. after a moment his muscles go limp against you, a deep exhale leaving through his nose.
you poke his nose and lean down to kiss his freckles, giggling as his ears grow red. one kiss follows another, and another, and another, as your lips touch and trace each mark along his pale skin. he made a whimpering noise of protest, pale hands reaching up to hold your face in place as your lips had threatened another kiss on his soft cheeks.
“hm?” you question. dark lashes hide his eyes as they dart away from your face and towards the screen.
“it’s nothing.” he mumbles, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth as his hands drop back down to his side.
your eyebrows pinch at his sudden mood change, but you don’t question him further, reaching over to feed him a cookie instead.
“okay…” you simply return, patting his cheek as he chews the sweet snack. “are the cookies good?”
“mhm.” he nods, voice warbling as he hums.
a moment passes, the background noise of the show the only other noise in the room as you stare down at him. his lashes still hide his eyes from you as they brush along his cheekbones.
“what’s wrong?” you finally question.
the question is met with silence as you feel his shoulders tense against your legs. your fingers reach out to gently brush against his cheeks.
“zane, look at me.”
finally his eyes drift back up to yours, icy blue glazed over with emotion.
“why are you so quiet?”
“i’m just… confused, i guess.” he mutters.
instead of asking him, you patiently wait for him to continue, tilting your head as you lightly trace small shapes across his face.
“well, confused isn’t the right word… or maybe it is?” he groans, pale hands reaching up to rub against his face. “you’re just… so sweet. i can barely imagine any girl giving me the time of day, let alone you. i guess i still just don’t understand why you’d want to spend your time and energy on me. it’s not like i was your last choice, either. you’re beautiful and unbearably kind. You could have anyone you wanted. And i’m just… me.”
for a moment you don’t know how to respond, completely taken by his words. your fingers pause against his jawline, and he freezes at your following silence. his eyes widen in regret, and for a moment you swear he looks on the verge of tears before he shoots up from his spot on your lap.
“it’s nothing, forget it.” he mumbles quickly, facing away from you.
“no! no, it’s not nothing, i was just surprised!” you leap forward to hug him from behind, voice scrambling to comfort him. “i didn’t think you felt that way.”
your hands connect over his chest, feeling his heart thud in his chest. his rib cage stutters as he takes in a shaky breath, one hand reaching up to grip onto yours.
“zane, i chose you because i love you. i treat you like this because i truly want to.”
slowly, he twists his body to look back at you. you’re barely able to see the shine of the tear running down his cheek before he buries his head in the crook of your neck, practically tackling you back down into the couch. his hands tightly wrap around you, holding you close as he lays on top of you. your heart swells at his vulnerability, a side he had rarely shown to you.
“i love you.” his voice whispers back to you, the words barely loud enough to be heard if you weren’t paying attention.
“when you’re not pretending to be a grumpy, unhappy little grouch, you’re one of the sweetest men i’ve ever met.” you continue, rubbing one hand along his back while the other runs through his hair.
the neckline of your shirt feels damp, and you feel another shaky exhale against your collarbone.
“thank you.”
“i adore you, zane. you don’t need to thank me for something that isn’t a chore to me.”
his head shifts, turning towards the screen as he quietly stares at the show playing on the screen. you pull the blanket from the back of the couch and drape it over the two of you, hugging him to your chest and continuing to rub his back.
“want to stay here for a while?” you ask softly.
“...yeah.”
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Hi hi!! I read your first two works and they are incredible!!! I need some more fics of my pookie warren to fuel my soul. (There isn't nearly enough..) anyways I would like to make a suggestion/request. Could you write one where you're Warren's best friend and you both always make 'jokes' about being in love with each other and being soulmates but you both think the other one is actually joking so they don't confess out of fear but there's so much tension and one day, (you decide who) someone can't take it anymore and do something about the tension and it leads to confessions and wanting to make up for lost time? Thank you for reading and I can't wait to read more of your stuff <3
You Know Me
SYNOPSIS: After constantly joking about being in love, keeping your feelings for your best friend a secret only becomes harder and harder GENRE: fluff and a touch of angst NOTE: I loved writing this request!! Hopefully I was able to do it justice (^_^) WORD COUNT: 2.2k
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The halls bustle with chatter and laughter as students excitedly leave school for the weekend. You exit your last-period classroom and make your way to your locker, a smile creeping onto your face when you spot him scrolling on his phone waiting for you. You stifle your grin as you approach him.
He glances up at you and pockets his cell, "Well, it's about time you showed up" he teases, rolling his eyes jokingly. You open your locker and return your books, sorting through the various sheets and notes stuffed into the pages from earlier classes, "Oh calm down, it hasn't even been 5 minutes, Mr Taylor was giving us extra homework" You explain grouchily glancing back up at him, amused by his impatience. You shut your locker door and the two of you begin to walk towards the school's exit. "You know if I was anyone else they probably wouldn't have waited for you" he states matter-of-factly. You scoff, "What? Do you want to be rewarded with a kiss or something?" You tease, making kissing faces towards him as he chuckles. "Yeah, maybe I would" he jokes back, mimicking your smooching face.
These kinds of jokes had become the norm for you and Warren, saying you were in love, joking about being in a relationship, it was banter you made on the daily. The two of you had practically been inseparable since becoming friends at the start of high school. It didn't matter how you felt or what you were doing, Warren was just someone you were always happy to be around. You understood each other better than anyone else and felt comfortable discussing any topic or feeling.
Well, with one exception, of course, the pitiful crush you'd had on him for years. Even after many attempts to move on and convince yourself those feelings didn't exist the ache in your heart always lingered. Every joke was a confession hidden in plain sight. Every lingering gaze was a cry for something more. But, in the end, it was all just a joke to him. No matter how much you wished it was real you remind yourself that he saw you as nothing more than a friend. So because of that, you stayed silent, swallowed your pride, played along and kept your feelings secret, pretending your heart didn't yearn for him every day.
The two of you walk across the campus towards the dorm building, agreeing to do homework in your room today since you'd gone to Warren's yesterday. As you walk, you rant about a bad class you'd had earlier while Warren listens, laughing and occasionally commenting. Eventually, you make it to the girl's dormitories, he has no trouble navigating your door since he spends about as much time in your room as his own.
He opens the door for you, holding it as he waits for you to enter before him. You raise your eyebrows with a smirk "Wooow, a true gentleman. My family would love you" You comment with a chuckle, you feel a slight pang in your heart as you realise the truth your statement holds. It's true, if he ever made the trip to visit your family your mum would absolutely adore him and you can already picture him and your sibling being good friends. You quickly shake the thought from your head as you enter the room, reminding yourself again that it was never going to happen.
He closes your door behind him "Speaking of, my grandma wants to know how you are, she was asking me earlier when I was waiting at your locker." He says as he drops his bag to the floor beginning to take out his homework. "No way! Tell her I'm doing great and that I'll come over again soon" Your face lights up at the mention of Warren's grandma who you had met a few times when you'd gone into town to visit his family. "Warn me beforehand, last time you came over she didn't stop asking me why we weren't dating for like, a week." He grumbles and you giggle lightly at his dismay.
After you both settle down a bit you begin to do some work. As you reluctantly write your English essay, Warren makes a start on a chemistry quiz. Around an hour passes by and the two of you do a decent job at not getting distracted with the exception of some light chatter.
Warren huffs quietly as he struggles on the last question, prompting you to glance up at him without moving your head. You notice his hair hanging slightly in front of his face, your eyes trailing over the curves in his features, even the way he furrowed his brows in confusion seemed effortlessly perfect. You feel a pang in your heart as you fight the urge to reach out to him. You snap out of your trance, quickly averting your eyes away again. God damn it, longing glances and admiring the details of his face was not a part of keeping your feelings secret. Even after gluing your eyes back to your notebook, you feel the burden of desire weigh heavy in your heart.
After a few moments, you hear Warren sound an "ohhhhh" of realisation as he deciphers the equation. You chuckle lightly at his reaction, "What was the solution?" You ask despite your lack of chemistry knowledge. He smiles to himself pleased before answering, "I completely miscounted the number of bonds, which is why the additional electron pair was making no sense!" He continues to rabble on about his prior mistake and how the work should have been done, but that's not what you really cared about. You watch endearingly as his eyes light up with excitement while he explains the chemistry, and the proud smile that grows on his face as he gains confidence in his knowledge. He suddenly stops himself, "You have no clue what I'm saying do you?" He takes his eyes off his work and smirks back at you bashfully. You smile back playfully and shake your head. "Then why did you even ask?" he laughs back confused. You take a quick moment to think about it, "You look cute when you geek out" you reply in all honesty with a shrug. "Just admit you're in love with me" He teases back. "There's no point in admitting it if you already know" you say as he laughs.
He rolls his eyes with a scoff, however as you watch his face you see his playful demeanour dissolve. His smile slowly fades and his eyelids grow heavy as a million thoughts and emotions rush through his head. He clenches his jaw, "Um, I should probably go actually" he mumbles, hurriedly gathering his things. His change in behaviour catches you off guard "What? I-" You quickly stop what you're doing and look back at him concerned and confused. As he stands to go you follow him, quickly picking yourself up off your carpet. "Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry, I only called you a geek as a joke" You explain desperately, worry setting in as you apologise. You grab ahold of the hem of his shirt in a moment of panic before he reaches the door and he stops in his tracks, back still turned to you. He takes a shaky breath, "I just... can't do it anymore" He says quietly, his voice laced with hurt and dejection.
You let go of his shirt and your arm drops limply to your side. "Can't do what?" You ask slowly, voice barely above a whisper, the air around you drenched in tension. He finally turns to face you, eyes filled with sorrow and desperation. "I can't keep pretending (y/n). All this joking and teasing, saying things like we're in love? I can't keep acting like it isn't real to me." he confesses as you stand frozen wide-eyed in shock. Your breath hitches in your throat as your heart begins to pound in your ears "Warren-" you manage to choke taking a step toward him but he stops you. "(y/n) wait, please. I've waited years to tell you this. I just... I just want to get this off my chest okay?" He smiles at you pleadingly before continuing. " Every time we joke about being together or meeting each other's families or going on dates, every single time, I get this unbearable ache in my heart knowing it isn't real. Knowing it doesn't mean the same thing to you as it does to me." He places a hand on his chest gripping the fabric of his shirt.
He takes a deep breath and runs his finger through his hair, "But I can't keep lying to you.. and I can't keep lying to myself either. I, I'm sorry I ruined it... that's all I had to say" he gives you an apologetic smile, eyes filled with sorrow and regret.
After a moment of silence, you sigh "Are you done now?" you ask calmly. He pauses and blinks back at you for a second, confused at your reaction "Um.. yeah I guess so?" He stammers bewildered. Your eyes soften and you smile at him warmly. "Good." is all you say as you take a step closer to him, the proximity between you now limited.
His eyes quickly scan your expression as you softly cup either side of his face. His confusion melts into longing as you gently pull him closer towards you, his hands hover hesitantly over your body unsure of what to do with them. Your breaths tangle with each other as your hearts beat rapidly, uncertain yet so sure at the same time. You let your lips linger close to his, giving him room to back out if this isn't what he wants. But he knows what he wants, and he knows he's never wanted anything more in his life than this, and he takes the plunge.
His eyes flutter shut and he leans in and closes that remaining gap between you, gently pressing his lips into yours. It's light and hesitant but after a moment he pulls back slightly and takes a deep breath. "Fuck" he mutters to himself before diving back in. As your lips collide again you feel a sense of hunger wash over you as you finally act upon the feelings you had hidden for so long. He kisses you more desperately this time, as if he's kissing you with the passion and tension that has built up over the years of yearning and unspoken feelings. His hands find the small of your back, pressing your body to his as you stand on your toes.
Electricity and warmth shoot through your entire body as his fingers trail up your back, pulling you into his tight embrace, wanting more of you as he gains confidence. Your arms wrap around his neck and your lips move in perfect rhythm and it feels like your heart explodes when you feel him smile softly as you kiss him tenderly. You make your way over to your bed, pulling him on top of you as you lay down. The world around fades away into nothing as your senses become consumed by the passion of the long overdue moment.
He pulls away breathlessly, your heart practically beating out of your chest. "you have no idea how long I've wanted this" He pants softly still holding you tightly not wanting to let you go now that he has you. You smile back at him, unable to speak but you undoubtedly trust he knows you feel the same. He gently places a kiss on your forehead, "I think I would be happy if I could just kiss you forever" He chuckles, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You look up at him and bite your lip nervously, "Does... this make us like.. official now?" You ask.
He pulls away, breaking your hug prompting you both to sit upright, a horrified look plastered on his face, "Fuck no! There's no way I'm going to let my miserable breakdown be how I finally ask you to be my girlfriend. I am going to give you the romantic, thought-out, grand gesture you deserve." He says firmly almost looking offended you'd suggest such a thing. He takes ahold of your hands, "Just.. give me some time to plan it, okay?" he admits sheepishly. His pleading face makes you crack a smile "I've waited this long haven't I?" you chuckle. He gazes at you tenderly, his worried expression dissolving away, "What did I do to deserve you?" He asks before showering you with quick pecks all over your face and neck sending you into a fit of laughter as you lay back down.
he tenderly plants a lingering kiss on your lips again before pulling away slightly. You gently push his hair out of his face taking a deep breath, "We wasted so much time" you whisper, a tinge of sadness in your tone. He caresses your cheek softly with his thumb "We have so much time to make up for it" He whispers back, smiling at you lovingly.
You smile too knowing he's right, because looking into his eyes you see a world of opportunity and everything you've ever wanted.
Looking into yours, he sees the world.
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Hi pookie <33 Did you drink water or have any food today? if not please go do so and then read my req, health is important <33 Okay so for my req, I would like hcs and/or scenarios w ranpo, chuuya, sigma, and anyone else you want, with a reader who felt very hot and uncomfortable at night due to hot weather, and thus decided to sleep w/o a shirt, and obvi wearing pants and all that but instead of a shirt she's just wearing smth like a sports bra.
So basically, the reader's s/o gets all flustered and uncomfortable and shy and stuff and ask for permission to do normal stuff like "is it okay for me to hug you?" and "are you sure you're comfortable sleeping w/ me?" I feel like it would be so adorable asjkdaskjdksadj. (Also the reasoning behind this very specific, I was feeling rlly hot one day at night so i took off my hoodie and slept like that, and my mind went "hmm...this could be a great prompt" so yeah ;-;) I also would not like any nsfw content ig bc it makes me super uncomfortable, i live for fluff <33 You don't need to take this req if you don't want to, I hope you're doing well and wish a lovely night/day to you <33 stay safe <33
i can stay, if you want?
synopsis - after particular warm nights, you decide to shed some clothing - how do they react?
includes - ranpo, chuuya, sigma
warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight crack, reader is gn but mentions bra once, reader is mentioned to be shirtless, wc - 855
a/n: hi! health is important! i have had food and water and if you're reading this make sure you have aswell! stay safe yourself <3
ranpo edogawa ★↷
the agencies accomodations weren't exactly a five star hotel but no one complained as they did there purpose. but the most common problem for them was the heat - they weren't exactly well ventilated. most often had to purchase their own or put in a request but not ranpo.
ranpo cared little for the heat. while he disliked it, it didn't bother him that much. but when you began sharing with him it became noticeably warmer inside the small rooms.
and when one particular night became rather humid it affected the both of you. the shared futon was stripped of most bedding and even that didn't really help seeing as ranpo was very clingy. he always said that he couldn't get to sleep if he wasn't cuddling you or you were cuddling him. even if ypu were sweating.
so the solution you came up with was taking of a few layers. temporarily ripping ranpo off you to take off your shirt. ranpo didn't really clock back on until you layed back down next to him. and when he realised his face exploded into red, he was glad it was so dark.
while you weren't exactly naked as you had pants on and a bra should you wear one, but it made him slightly unsure wether he could still hug you. you noticed this hesitation and simply laughed at him saying something along the lines off 'its still fine if you want to cuddle' and that's all he needed.
he quickly got over his flustered state and snuggled back into you. he still was slightly embarrassed in the morning but very quickly learned not to be so embarrassed.
chuuya nakahara ★↷
when you first moved into chuuya's residence you were quite impressed. you were well aware that he made quite the pretty penny but this really hammered the idea home. literally. so it was no surprise that durong warmer day's and night's the rooms were quite well ventillated.
chuuya wasn't the fan of heat. while he wouldn't be picky and most the time didn't mind, sometimes the heat made him sweat a bit too much and he started getting that uncomfortable crawling feeling. but he still never prefered it.
but nothing could prepare either of you for some really warm nights. and there wasn't much else to do about it. even when all duvets and extra blankets were discarded it still felt uncomfortablly warm for you. so while you were getting ready for bed you decided you could do without the top.
you didn't think much about it as you still had most clothes on but the minute you stepped into the shared bedroom you didn't anticipate chuuya's reaction. and you didn't notice. mainly because even though his face was flushed with red he didn't say anything.
he felt as if he couldn't and he didn't even notice himself become hesitant to cuddle you, not until you asked if something was wrong. he simply coughed out a 'are you sure your still comfortable with that?'. you giggled to yourself before saying a simple 'of course'.
while he wasn't entirely comfortable yet, he did really want to hug you. so he did and very soon he got over it and if you continued to do this everytime it got too warm, he would always ask first.
sigma ★↷
he always was so hesitant about every little detail of your relationship. he wanted it all to be absolutely perfect and you had to keep reminding him that as sweet as that was it's not always obtainable. so moving in together was planned to an absolute T.
even when you proposed sleeping in the same room was enough for him to panic. he wanted to, but he was scared to rush things even if you proposed the idea. but you two eventually got there even if he was very flustered at first.
sigma was never one for heat. it made him uncomfortable and while one of the first things he ever saw was a desert, he still disliked it. so the warmer the nights got the more hesitant he was too sleep in the same room seeing as the heat that radiated of both of you could be suffocating.
yet you never minded, perhaps you both settled for a fan or rid the room of any duvets or blankets but eventually you convinced him it was alright. but ot was still overbearing for you.
so much so that you weren't even thinking when you sat up and peeled off your top layer. the action woke sigma and he had to double take to properly register the fact you were indeed now shirtless. if he wasn't embarrassed before, he was now.
he immediately scooted over scared he might cross a boundary like this. and when you asked him what's wrong he responded with 'are you sure your still comfortable hugging me?'. you smiled to yourself and told him 'of course'.
though he was still hesitant and his faced remained red, he continued as before. and even when he woke in the morning before you he got reminded of the situation and got very embarrassed very quickly again.
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40 for fluff with Lo'ak my little skrunkle pookie wookie spoinkle?? 😞😞
TEASE
summary: another installment of my 2k event!! for the pookiest lo'ak
Lo’ak loved to tease you. It was a habit from when he was younger that grew up with him even as you both started dating. Whether he poked at your sides to made you laugh, made you laugh in very serious times, or teased the way you acted around him. He was just a tease.
It was fun for him, seeing you blush when he would tickle you, your laughs growing loud as you tried to grab onto his hands. It made his heart flutter the way your eyes would soften when you would catch a glimpse of him or you would always go to stare at him getting flustered when he was already staring straight at you.
Today was just like that. He was headed to your family’s tent, hoping to take you on a flight through the mountains. Something you two have made habit.
Reaching the door he opened it carefully to see your mother sitting inside weaving a new top. “Morning Ma’am.” He was always polite to your parents (who wouldn’t be polite to the parents of the woman they were courting.)
“Oh! Hello Lo’ak. How many times have I said you don’t have to call me Ma’am.” Lo’ak shrugged a grin on his face.
“Next time I won’t…um where is Y/N by the way?” Your mother had a grin on her face, she knew how much you fancied Lo’ak, and it was obvious the feelings were mutual.
“She’ll be back soon, she is getting some more material for me.”
“I see. I’ll just wait outside then.”
“Oh stay in here and pass me those.” She pointed to bowl full of decorative beads.
“Yes ma’am.”
“Lo’ak.”
“Sorry.” He mumbled out, hoping that you would enter the tent any second now. He fiddled with his pinkie, twisting the extra digit as he longingly stared at the entryway.
Luckily you were just outside, carrying a basket of materials on your hip as you entered your home. “Oh! Lo’ak you’re here.”
“Hey.” Your mother snorted at him earning a glare from you. He rose to his feet ready to get out of the tent immediately. Putting down the basket you moved your head telling him to walk outside.
“Lo’ak and I will be back later. Bye Sa’nok!” You waved your mother goodbye and raced out to Lo’ak as he smirked down at you. “You came early.”
“Wanted to see you baby.” Where was his confidence coming from? Oh my Eywa you were going to kill him if you didn’t experience heart palpations first.
“Shut up! You are so annoying.” Lo’ak did a mocking pout as he grabbed your wrist and headed towards the ikrans.
“You love it.”
“Not at all. You’re lucky I’m still flying with you.” Lo’ak gave you a light flick before he mounted his ikran. You followed mounting yours as you took off. The rush of wind blowing your braided hair majestically. Lo’ak flew beside you, and he couldn’t take his eyes of you. You were so beautiful.
Lo’ak nudged his ikran next to yours with a laugh as your ikran flew above him in retaliation. “Are you challenging me?” He shouted out to you.
“There is no challenge!” You saw his face drop in disbelief. Then there it was, a flicker of mischief in his eyes. He smirked as he made his ikran do a flip over you, reaching his arm out to mess up your hair before he flew right over. “Lo’ak!”
“There is no challenge.” He mocked your voice as he did talking motions with his hands. You scoffed at him as you continued to fly, weaving through the large floating mountains following Lo’ak’s path.
He was planning to take you to a new place he found last week. It wad beautiful covered in purple flowers and a small pond that had small creatures in it. He knew you would like it, he was confident on it.
Landing at the destination he got off his ikran and made his way to you. A habit he had made was to always help you off your ikran because one you fell off it. He stills makes fun of you about it though.
“Come on you are so slow!” Lo’ak groaned as he walked through the foliage. You followed behind him watching the way he would take every step carefully to make sure the step was safe for you as well. He held a branch out of your way as you walked ahead of him.
You saw the beautiful field in front of you. Luminescent flowers creating a purple hue that reflected onto your beautiful face. “Oh Lo’ak it’s so pretty here.”
“Like you.” You covered your face as it heated up, the compliment making your heart feel as if it had burst out of your chest. “Nah don’t cover that pretty face. Are you blushing?”
“No. Shut up.”
“You so are. You suck at hiding it.” Lo’ak laughed as he stood next to you slinging an arm over your shoulders.
“Be quiet and enjoy the scenery.” You pushed him lightly to tease him as he squeezed you tighter in his arms.
“The scenery is right here baby.”
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IDK IF YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN, BUT I HAVE AN IDEA!! WHAT IF THERE WAS A READER THAT LIKE WAS IN THE CIRCUS?? LIKE THEY DONT HAVE TO BE A RUNAWAY BUT LIKE THEYRE IN A CIRCUS, AND LIKE LUKE GOES TO THE CIRCUS THAT THEY ARE IN AND LIKE IDK HES ON A QUEST OR SMTH AND IDK IDK. AND I DONT HAVE ALL RHE DETAILS BUT THEY COULD GO BACKSTAGE OR SMTH 🤭😏 AND THEN THERE COULD BE FLUFF AT THE END?? ILYYY
- 🪰 (a simple fly on the wall 😗)
LMAOOO! This was too cute, I love you too! You are my slutty little fly on the wall pookie! Ofcc I have a idea of what your trying to go with and I got you babes. Can be found in my masterlist as "Daredevils and One night stands"
You were an acrobat. You did cool tricks and were very flexible. You enjoyed working at the circus. It brought you peace and made your blood run hot in your veins.
Everybody called you a daredevil, sometimes even a clown with the stuff you did. You were a goofball and goofed around everyday. Playing with your life on that tightrope. But you didn't care.
Not one bit. It was exciting for you, not fearful. So when you had your next show tonight you decided to be extra dangerous. You decided you were going to walk on the tight rope with fire.
"Are you ready?" Your partner for the stunt asked. You gave him a big smile and nodded. "Hell yea I'm ready!" You say juggling both the unlit torches in your hand.
What you weren't expecting was that there was this fine ass boy in the stands that you could see from backstage. He had a scar on his eye, black curls, and the most beautiful smile you've ever seen.
His lips so full and pink, and god you wanted to suck on them all night. His jawline was immaculate and his facial features were just god like.
As if Zeus crafted him himself. You stared at him and soon he looked in your direction and made eye contact. You smiled and waved and he smirked and waved back.
'God what the hell were you doing'. You internally face palmed and rolled your eyes. You heard someone call your name. It was jake, your partner for the stunts.
"Ok so after the clowns go, we go up there and close out the show. You'll be balancing on my shoulders while I walk and you hold the fire. Your then going to flip the torches in the air, do a handstand on my shoulders and then I will catch the torches, got it?" He asks with a savage smirk on his face.
"I was born ready baby!" You laugh as you two do your signature handshake before preparing by getting dressed and getting your props ready.
After the show your met with everyone backstage, each and everyone of you congratulating each other on a great job.
You tie your curls up into a bun and make your way to your dressing room. On the way there your stopped by the same cute boy that was in the audience.
'How'd he get down here?' You thought. "Hey, I'm Luke and I just wanted to say your performance was bat shit crazy, but I liked it." He says with a charming smile.
You get to see his features up close and damn was he fine. Sexist boy you've ever seen. His scar looks so much better up close and his plump lips are so pink.
His smile is amazing with pearly whites radiating and shining under the dim light.
"Hi, uhm thank you! I am a bit of a daredevil so you know... Would you like to come in?" you ask with a polite smile on your face.
He nods and you look down at his lips with a smile. 'God I wonder how his lips would feel on my pu-' You shake your thoughts away before they get too far and open the door to your trailer.
He lets you go in first and then he goes in and closes the door. 'Wow hot and a gentleman!' You thought.
"Welcome to my humble abode. Hope you like it." You say with a laugh. He chuckles with you and sets himself down on the couch.
"I usually don't allow people in here, especially strangers but for you I've made an exception." You say walking to the mini fridge to grab a soda.
He gets up and comes up behind you. You don't feel his presence at first until you stand up back still faced him and you hear his voice.
"Glad you did. Wouldn't have gotten to meet the girl I've been feigning for all night." He whispers as he wraps a hand around your waist.
Your eyes go wide as you spin around noticing he's pinned you against the counter. You gulp and put the two soda's you pulled out on the countertop.
"I-Is that right... h-how lucky am I." You say nervously as his eyes rake over your body like a scanning machine. His eyes are darker than before and he looks intrigued yet intimidating. Your a lot shorter than him so he towers over you extremely.
"Wanna make you scream for some odd reason. Like I'm addicted to you and I need you. So why don't you be a good girl and bend over so I can beat that pretty pussy up hm?" He says lowly. His voice demanding and seductive.
You obey and bend over against the cold countertop and let Luke rip off all articles of clothing that belong to you.
You whimper out at the feeling of his fingers sending small light smacks to your ass. He rubs his fingers along your pussy lips and gathers all your wetness before trailing his fingers up to your clit.
He rubs his fingers in a figure 8 motion sending waves of pleasure through your body.
"Oh f-fuck Luke! Right there, that feels s-so good, mhmm!" You whimper out as your eyes roll to the back of your head.
"Ya gonna cum baby? hmm? Just off my fingers? How pathetic." He degrades. You whine as your thighs shake. He's knuckles deep and your begging for a release.
He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean before you can even feel the sweet sensation of your release. "Ohh Luke c'mon! Pleasee!" You whine out hearing him chuckle behind you.
"Oh come on princess, you don't even know me. You want this badly huh?" He says chuckling at how desperate you are.
"Well it's not my fault," you starts as you turn to face him pointing your finger in his chest. "You came in my trailer, touching on me and getting me riled up saying how you wanted to pound my pussy. So live up to what you said and fuck me!" You say in aroused frustration.
The need to cum getting to your head and making you dizzy. He smirks and bends you over. He runs his lengthy, girthy cock through your soaked folds and you whimper.
“Gosh just put it in alre- ahhh!” You cry out as Luke thrusts his cock inside your tight walls.
His thrusts hard and fast as he rams his big fat cock in you.
“yea? Hmm? Shut you up real quick! Like this dick in your walls baby?” He says with a smirk on his face.
you whine out moaning at the feeling. You claw at his bicep feeling the muscle flex under your fingertips.
“ahh gon gonna cum Lukey, I’m gonna cum so hard! Can I cum please?” You beg feeling your orgasm approaching faster than you thought.
He chuckles darkly behind you and before he can even answer your door flies open causing Luke to pause his abuse on your cunt as he looks at the door revealing your stunt partner standing there in awe.
Your eyes wide as you freeze as you’ve just been caught having sex in your trailer by your best friend…
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A/N: part two???? Hope yall enjoyed! mwah💋
#my man <3#luke castellan#luke castellan smut#lukecastellan#pjo luke#luke castellan fanfiction#charlie bushell#charlie bushnell x reader#charlie bushnell imagine#luke castellan fanfic#pjo smut#pjo series#🪰anon<33
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req - hq characters (kuroo lol) saying 'i know, baby, i know' when babying/comforting yn. ervyabebwyrogbrw
please feel no rush/pressure for this and look after yourself :)
Ok igotchu pookie HWJSHAHAHS cuz I need it too. This one goes out to the girlies who crave academic validation 😋 (me)
Song: Mahal Kape Tayo — EJ Clarks, Tothapi
(this one is cute, it's basically "Love, let's go have some coffee" it's a very nice song comfort song and to just wind down to.)
Tags: hurt/comfort, being rejected from a school you really wanted to get into, still living with ur parents, your parents love him, fussy school systems, established relationship, fluff, lots of feels.
You sit down in front of your laptop in your room excitedly, squirming in your seat in anticipation waiting for the results of your college entrance test for your dream school. You studied really hard for those tests and made sure to maintain your GWA, and participate in extra curriculars so it'd look good in your admission application.
The portal finally loads, and you are prompted to enter your test ID to see if you were qualified for admission into your chosen programs.
Your heart sinks your eyes immediately lock onto the apology in the first line "We regret to inform you that after careful deliberation you have not met the standards set to be qualified for your chosen programs..." Something in you shattered, you did not qualify for even one program? "What...?"
You end up shutting off and closing the laptop before you have a chance to be sad about it, choosing not to process such news just yet. And the rest of the day ends up feeling like a fever dream. Just going through the motions, unwilling to accept what had just happened.
You snap out of your trance when your messages are being spammed by your boyfriend.
Tetsuro: Babe
Tetsuro: Baby
Tetsuro: Love
Tetsuro: I saw the post made by (insert university), and saw that the results just came out. How'd it go?
Tetsuro: I bet you passed for sure. Congratulations🥳
You decide not to beat around the bush and give it to him straight.
You: I didn't get in.
The chat bubble that signifies he's typing goes on and off, and finally stops for a while. Second turn into minutes, and you realize he went offline. (💀)
You wonder why he's taking so long. You lay in your bed moping, no tears yet, stuck between "I wanna break down and cry." and "I wanna do something about it."
Sure, you could send an appeal. But the thing is, the school, and programs you chose was highly competitive. What if you're met with yet another rejection?
After a while there's commotion that stirs outside your window, and you brush it off as your neighbors coming to have a chat with your parents. That is, until you hear your mother call out your name and say "Come outside! My son is here."
You sit in your bed confused, you think, Huh?? Duh, my brother lives with us what are you talking about? I see him all day everyday.
But you reluctantly get up and go see what she's talking about anyway. Upon leaving your room and exiting the house through the front door, you're surprised to see Tetsuro standing there with your parents holding a bouquet of flowers, and paper bags stuffed with goodies in one hand.
"Look *anak, he's been looking for you." Your mom chimes in mischievously, and gives you a shit eating grin, while your father only chuckles as he pats Tetsuro's back and reminds him "No funny business." before they turn around and head out to make a grocery run.
We bid my parents goodbye, then he steps forward and gives you a boyish smile, stretching his free arm out for you. "Hi... Sorry I didn't reply right away, I had to pick some stuff up."
You let out a sigh of relief and hug him "You scared me. Who does that?" He looks at you apologetically, as he wraps his arm around you. "I know, I'm really sorry. I was out to get these, — (motioning to the flowers) — and I wanted to get some extra stuff. Please let me make it up to you."
And you do. You nod into his chest, breaking away from the hug gently to lead him into the house and into the living room. "Sit down Tetsu, I'll get you somethi—" He interrupts, helping himself to our kitchen counter, placing down the flowers and paper bag. "No worries love, I got it. You've had a long day, just kick back and relax."
His words send a wave of warmth throughout your chest, finding comfort in him. You move closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you whisper a small thank you into his shirt.
He smiles as he starts working on replacing the old flowers in the vase on the kitchen counter. He unwraps the new flowers, and arranges them, albeit a little messily, into the vase. You look over his shoulder, "It looks beautiful Tetsu." He smiles, giving it one last touch before setting it back to it's original spot. "I'm glad you think so." Your eyes follow his form as he goes to wash his hands before reaching into the paper bag to reveal...
"Now how does coffee and ice cream sound?" You can only giggle as he lifts up a whole tub of cookies and cream ice cream, and a jar of my favorite coffee. "That sounds like an amazing idea Tetsuro~"
He pulls a chair for me and he moves on to fix us our mugs of coffee the way we both like it. Setting my mug and a spoon down in front of me, and taking his seat beside me. "Here's your order miss~ And some ice cream, on the house." Rolling my eyes at his playful tone. "Gee thanks Tetsu..." He just chuckles and opens up the ice cream for the two of you as you dig in.
It's sweet really, how he put comfort before confronting the problem, allowing you to process what was going on. Patiently waiting for you to open up to him as to not overwhelm you.
"So... Do you want to talk about it?" There it is, the dreaded question. "About what?" "You know..." You know, and it stings really badly but you decide to play it down. "Tetsuro I'm okay. There are other universities..."
Tetsuro looks at you knowingly, but instead of speaking, he just pulls you into his embrace instead, in his embrace where you felt safe enough to be vulnerable. Through this simple action, he'd allowed you to acknowledge the squeeze in your heart when thinking about the joyous reaction of those accepted into their priority courses.
To feel your frustration, sadness, and even envy, as the weight of your own expectations crash down on you. "I worked so hard for this Tetsuro..." You sob into his chest, grasping at the fabric to anchor yourself. "All those late nights studying for the test, trying to maintain my GWA, all while participating in extra curriculars! I want nothing more than to be able to go there..." You bury yourself into his embrace, and he rubs your back.
"I know baby, I know." He pulls away to cup your cheeks, making eye contact. "I was there baby. I saw you, and I remember very clearly. There were times I had to remind you to sleep because you were up late studying." His eyes soften as he wipes your tears gently with his thumbs.
"Or to remind you to eat because you forgot about lunch while working for a project. Or walking you home because your training for contests didn't ent til 6pm and I didn't want you going home on your own that late."
"The thing is, I know for a fact that you are one of the most hardworking, — and not to mention, loveliest — students out there. So what if some automated university admission program can't see your worth then so what? Things won't always go the way we envision them, but I know you. I see you. And you are able to thrive no matter where you go."
His words were sincere. You could tell from the conviction in his eyes, and you can't help but crack a smile through your tears. "Damnit Tetsuro... I was trying to have an emotional moment just now... You sure know how to cheer me up."
Planting a chaste kiss on his lips, and leaning back into his embrace. "Thank you Tetsuro." The blush that takes over his face doesn't go unnoticed. "You're right. I'll thrive in whatever environment I'm put in. After all, it's the students that make the school. Not the other way around, right?"
"Hah~ you're absolutely correct. That's my girl. I'm always so proud of you. Now how about we finish this ice cream before it melts?" You both share a laugh, before going back to eating your ice cream. The coffee long gone cold, but the warmth he brings to your chest makes up for it.
You were so grateful to have him. Though the situation planted a bitter taste in your mouth, to be loved by him left an overpoweringly sweet aftertaste. Being loved by him is reminiscent of the warmth that meets your lips from drinking a good cup of coffee.
*anak, meaning my child
[Here's a little excerpt from the song that I really like! And the translation hehe]
Wag kang mag-alala, maupo ka lang. Pagtitimpla kita. Mahal kape tayo, ang ating paborito. Ang lasang 'di nagbabago, tamis at init ng pag-ibig ko, para sayo
Don't worry, just sit down, and I'll fix you a cup of coffee. My love, let's get some coffee, our favorite. The taste that doesn't change, the sweetness and warmth of my love for you.
HI MY LOVES I kinda went nuts on this one. HWJFKED sort of self indulgent??? Not beta-read btw. Point out whatever mistakes you see. Anw I was inspired by a post by a college applicant who got rejected by UP despite passing the UPCAT bc apparently her school wasn't well known, hence less credible, and had less graduates than public high schools. Ok bye ILY ALL
#kuroo x reader#kuroo fluff#kuroo testuro#haikyuu fluff#kuroo tetsuro x reader#opm#songfic#kuroo#kuroo tetsurou#haikyuu#I miss him#to be loved is to be seen#deartetsuro.📝#deartetsuro.💌
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Tsudere /sub touch starved Jax in heat that pretends to hate the reader but does things to secretly be with them x a fem happy but smart Uzadere that loves being in the circus.She loves adventures,animals,cute things,fighting,food ect! lots of energy too but can be pretty insensitive and a little selfish with a little crush on jax. I feel like at first jax would completely reject liking her then he would be extra mean,then Maybe subconsciously know he likes her amd hates the feeling lol. cus he copes by trying to not have feelings and tries to act "tough". its pretty obvious that the reader is in love with him but his dumb ass cant catch on . She gives lots of compliments which makes him flustered and mad ( he is mad bc he thinks nobody likes him that much, he is mean to her to make her go away but it doesn't work ) but he pretends not to care. the reader would definitely confesses first tho. Sorry for such a long request its just that not many people write jax in this sorta way so i had to be detailed lol. also if you don't wanna use female pronouns you can make it non gender ofc 😅tysm for even reading such a long thing! and you don't have to do this at all lr you can switch it up. Anything is VERY appreciated tho😊 also i feel like max would be a massive virgin due to how annoying he is...he definitely a horny bitchless rabbit-
AHHHH! MY FIRST ASK ;0; Thank you!!! And i personally LOvE Jax- like its an issue 0-0 but im so happy to write for him first! your request is amazing and i truly love it! i hope i did it justice!!! i hope you dont mind HCs! if you did want a story just hit me back up in the answer box and ill write a lil something for ya! ;)
MDNI BELOW THE CUT+ Warnings: Smutty smut themes, bottom Jax <3- Cussing, swearing, the norm
The Reader definitely brought light to the Circus, when she first appeared she was the TALK OF THE TENT, everyone was happy to finally have someone around to liven up the place- > besides jax- the little shit made it his sole duty to make sure Reader was the punchline of his jokes or somehow always "in his way" and the Reader often got the butt of the assult. > Jax being Jax when the feelings for reader started to arise- he got scared- a little worried- upset even. More at himself than you but still pretty pissy- this just made the tourment wose oh lord- > Reader found this fun, more ways to annoy and poke and proad at Jax, finding his constant target on the Reader absolutely hilarious > Reader always calling the oblivious rabbit pet names!!! *Toots, Fluff butt, Shnookums (Only because it pissed Jax off and everyone would laugh), babes, Etc Etc, > Jax STILL oblivious to the reader ;0; taking it as her teasing him and pushing him and oh no we cant have that!!!! Jax haaates it. Secretly likes it HATES IT- >Despite the tension between the two Jax would often threaten Caine or sneak the other circus members things of value to be around reader. not knowing why- HE IS MADLY IN LOOOVE he wanted to be around Reader!! SMUT >Jax in heat is something i dont think even he saw coming- like they are digital code- BUT DAMN- > Stuck in his room alone humping a pillow and pulling his ears over his face embarrassed beyond belief at his own actions > Reader was coming to annoy Jax concerned why she didnt see him at breakfast (His favorite meal of the day may i add- >Knocking on his door reader had a shit eating grin "Sleeping in pookie?" She calls through the door only a groan and a loud huff was the response she got >Thats rude. Reader thinks and just assuming he is having one of his man period days- Reader enters his room- and boy is the sight she sees amazing- Jax face down and ass up with a pillow under his hips, face flushed a deep purple and his overalls down to his waist- > Reader and Jax are just staring at eachother with wide eyes >"G-GET OUT!!" "Nah i dont think i will" >Lets just say reader helps the little bunny get the relief he was so looking for- >They dont argue as much anymore-
----------------------------------------------------- THANK YOU FOR READING!!! I hope you enjoyed your request and it was too your liking! im still getting back into writing so its a slow process!! let me know what you think!!! thank you so much!!! <3333
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SO SORRY FOR REQUESTING AGAIN!! UHH CAN I REQUEST SHIN TSUKIMI X AFAB READER HEADCANONS, FLUFF??? TYSM!!!!!!!! :333333333333
SHIN TSUKIMI X READER HEADCANONS🧞♀️
🩵Dating Shin has few benefits. If he's working at a convenience store he miiiight get you some veryyy special discounts!! If you're having a problem with your device he'll help you for sure! Someone's talking shit about you? He'll call them out in verbal and every computer language he knows.(lil shinnie will TRY to protect u from old greendori man LOL)
🩵In YTTS he said that hugs aren't his thing. But hear me out, once this man discovers HOW AMAZING it feels to be held by YOU he'll melt on the spot. Congrats hun u made him a clingy ahh btch. Only behind closed doors tho! No way Tsukimi will cling to you in public nuh uh that's too pathetic for Shinnie. Mentioning public display of afection, Shin is quite ok with it! He won't be all lovey dovey ofc (he'd get embarassed) but that doesn't mean he won't touch you at all. He'd LOVEE to hold your hand!! Also cheek kisses and quick lip pecks>> Do that and he'll be a happy boy.
🩵Don't expect a lot of dates from this dude..He's tight on money, it'd be hard asf to take you out with the little money he has. BUT! If he ever has extra money after paying the rent he'll make sure to take you somewhere affordable or buy you something small but sweet. Buuut if the two of you move in together dates should be a more often thing. Both of you are paying the rent=cheaper&more money left for shinnie. Then he'll tryyyy to spoil you a little! ^^
🩵If you two live together expect cuddlessss! I'd say Shin is a switch when it comes to cuddling. He can be the big spoon but doesn't mind being the small one as well. He loves laying his head on your chest and lap too! He dgaf about the size. Pillow is pillow. Oh but ehh at night he might still your sheets as an accident.. But that's okie just kick his ass in the morning :3
🩵Pleaseeee remind this dude to take good care of himselff. Before he was dating you, ngl his selfcare was kinda..bad? Yk he was pretty down after Midori stuff etc. But now he has you! He's doing wayyy better now ofc but it's good to remind him anyway. He'll most likely return the gesture in your way. Oh! And I BEG..PLS TELL HIM TO SOMETIMES STRAIGHTEN HIS BACK!! Yk his posture is poor due all the time spent in front of the computer and his weak body built but we don't want old pops Shin to yap how his back hurts. Shoulder massages from you will make him melt fr.
🩵Soo yeah I think pookie Shin is a pretty sweet bf. I feel like your relationship is the type "you fell first, he fell harder". Protect the heart that he gave you. Be there for him he'll be there for you. Trust him he'll trust you. As your relationship develops he'll probably open up about Sou and stuff. Just don't hurt him <3
omfg im so so sorry for not posting😭 i was planning to do this request after christmas but my head was empty asf.. writers block fr BUT I THINK ITS OVER YAY. forgive my terrible grammar🫶 TAKE CARE LUVSS
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Hi. Yes. Hello.
Pookers, pookie bear, pookie wookie, with a cherry on top. With extra sprakles..
Im going to need a continuation of "well i guess that makes you my princess" your uhhhhhhh hunter drabble. Yes please.
Idk if its another drabble or full length i just..... ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh
Of course pookie wookie, anything for you 😘
"Prince"
group: xikers
pair: bf!hunter x fem!reader
genre: fluff, established relationship
word count: 1.2k
content: kissessss ♡
a/n: 😵💫😵💫😵💫
The zipper of your suitcase finally shut after at least an hour of wrestling with it, leaving your messy bun extra messy. “Yes!” You cheered to yourself before grabbing the handle and struggling to haul it off the couch in the dorm common room.
It was already a shock when Hunter told you that the company was fully funding a trip for him to go to Thailand and visit his family, but what was even more of a shock was when he said that they were allowing you, his girlfriend, to go with him.
“It'll be easier to avoid the press if it's just the two of you in another country.”
That's what they said.
“Finally got that thing shut?”
His deep voice in your right ear startled you; he was surprisingly sneaky and quiet despite his size.
“Yup!” You smiled up at him, proud of your work.
He chuckled, a familiar smirk appearing on his face.
“You do know it's only a week trip, right? We're not moving there.”
He sauntered past you, planting a quick kiss on the exposed nape of your neck that set your whole head aflame.
“S-shut it,” you muttered, covering your vulnerable neck with your hand as you glared at him, “at least I'll have more clothes to wear than just two of the same tank top in different colours.”
He leant against the wall, watching you carefully with a smirk.
“You're acting as if you don't love when I wear those tank tops.”
Your warm cheeks grew warmer as you continued tugging at the handle of your overpacked suitcase while also being subject to his relentless teasing.
“Shut. Up.” You groaned as the heavy suitcase started slipping from the couch, becoming a real challenge on your biceps.
“Woah, woah.” Hunter quickly plucked himself from the wall and rushed over, grabbing the suitcase from the bottom and lifting it from your grasp with ease to place it on its wheels on the ground. “Ask for help next time, darling.” His fingertips softly brushed against your cheek and he leant down to ghost his lips over yours for a moment, pulling away just before you leant in. He looked back at you, your lips puckered and eyes half closed and giggled for a moment.
“Hey, no fair!” You pouted.
“Come on~ We gotta leave soon.” He began rolling the suitcase through the room, grabbing his own bag from the kitchen counter and slinging it over his shoulder.
You could hear the commotion of some of the other members in their room, finally awake and most likely getting ready to say goodbye to their main dancer for the week.
“Babe, hey.” He waved to grab your attention, standing near the doorway and still carrying both of your bags. “Do you have everything?” He questioned. You giggled lightly.
“My suitcase is literally about to explode, yes I have everything.” He smiled as you made your way over to him, watching your every move carefully.
“I'm just making sure, my dear.” You giggled again at the pet name, while kind of old fashioned, woke up the butterflies in your stomach. You focused down on his large knuckles gripping the handle of your suitcase, admiring his hands for just a moment.
“Thanks for carrying that, by the way.” You chuckled awkwardly. “I'm sure it weighs more than me.” You exaggerated.
“Of course.” He releases the suitcase handle and grabs your hand delicately, bringing it up to his face. “I wouldn't want you to hurt these pretty fingers of yours.” He spoke in a smooth voice before placing his lips on your knuckles, bringing an instant surge of heat to your face.
“Hunter…”
He smiled somewhat mischievously at your reaction before closing his eyes and placing another kiss on the back of your hand, this time longer.
“Gosh, you're such a prince.” You muttered flusteredly. You'd frequently heard his members and staff calling him a prince, but you'd never said it to him yourself until now.
His eyebrows raised slightly as he dropped your hand and an entertained smile creeped onto his face.
“Oh yeah?” His hand grasped your waist, pulling you into him until you were leant against his chest. “Then I suppose that makes you…my princess~” His voice was deep and smooth and he enunciated every word with a flirty tone, setting fire to you.
“Y-you–” You stuttered, looking up at his satisfied smirk only inches from your face. He let out a soft breath at your flustered reaction before slowly closing the gap between your faces, his lips pressing gently to yours. Your eyes shut almost like an instinct as you melted into his grasp, throwing your arms over his shoulders and tangling your hands in his hair. He let out a satisfied hum at your reciprocation before pressing his lips slightly harder against yours, deepening the kiss. Your mind quickly became a foggy mess, the only things you were able to focus on being his hand squeezing your waist, the feeling of his soft black hair between your fingers, and the way his lips moved gently yet needily against yours.
A distant chuckle pulled you from your immersion and you broke away from him, meeting his half-lidded, dazed eyes looking down at you and his rosey cheeks. You quickly turned your head to investigate the chuckle and locked eyes with Yujun, holding his phone up like he was taking pictures. You practically flew from Hunter’s grasp, reaching out to grab Yujun's phone from his hands as he giggled deviously.
“Oh my gosh! Delete those!” Your face was hotter than it had ever been, embarrassed about the situation you were in.
“Not a chance! These are valuable blackmail material.” He teased, holding his phone high up in the air and using his height as an advantage against you.
“Hunter!” You looked back to your boyfriend desperately for help. A wide smile stretched across his face, his cheeks splotchy with red tint.
“Yujun? Send those to me.”
“Hunter!?” You looked at him with a shocked and embarrassed expression, your neck, face, and ears burning up like crazy.
“What~ That'd make a good wallpaper! Yujun's a good photographer too.” He smiled at the boy next to you who now had a proud expression on his face. Hunter walked over and grasped your hand with a small chuckle. “Okay, we gotta go now.” He left a small kiss on your forehead, prompting a new voice to speak up.
“That's enough, there'll be plenty of time for you two to do that this week. When you're alone.” Minjae muttered sleepily, walking past you, Hunter, and Yujun to unlock the door and hold it open. These boys never stop with their teasing, you swore to yourself as Hunter chuckled, grabbing your suitcase again and dragging it through the door.
Although, in the back of your mind, you really did hope there'd be plenty of time for that while you two were together this week.
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i just wanna love on jacob fowler, esp after he kept them in the game against mit (?) so whatever u think that entails (spicy or fluffy)
i love him sm. the real mvp (love pookie will)
gross short fluff
warnings: little suggestive comment but that’s it
you slowly made your way down to the locker room, standing a few extra feet away so you wouldn’t bump into anyone. after about ten minutes you hear the door finally open.
the boys start trailing out with content looks on their faces while you’re looking for the auburn haired boy. he finally comes out walking a little more sluggish than normal but still has a smile on his face when he sees you. you smile as well making your way over to him.
“hey baby you alright?” you ask while he pulls you into him putting your hand on the nape of his neck. he lets out a low hum “mm yeah just a bit tired is all.” you break into a little smile “yeah.. that was one hell of a game.”
instead of responding he wraps his arms around you tightly lifting you into the air just keeping you there making you laugh. letting your legs dangle you give him a soft kiss next to his eye. “i’m really proud of you y’know?”. jacob breaks out into a bigger grin putting his hand under you to hoist you up some more. you let out a surprised noise before saying “what do you think you’re doing fowler?” raising your eyebrow at him. a boyish grin took over his face “the boys are gonna be in the lobby of the hotel hanging out for awhile, i think we should.. hang out awhile in my room.” he gives you a little smirk. you scoff at him “you really think you can get away with getting me into your room.” jacob pauses for a second before giving you a soft kiss again “i think i can get away with anything with you.”
you give him a teasing look like you’re thinking about his proposition before talking “ehh i guess you deserve a little love after that game.”
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