#me-fangirl: nodding along

[teafiend]

These scenes were so adorable and highlighted how young Guo Jing actually was. Still a teenager having fun on a swing ✨🥰 But he knows his priority ❤️‍🔥☺️🫡✨

I squee(d) so hard over these scenes. Super-adorable and wonderfully sweet✨🥰☺️

We stan a *hero* who gets his priorities right ✨🫡👏🏽

*GJ: I am just a boy-on-a-swing hoping to train to become invincible so I could win my lady love*

(Excuse the poor quality of the screenshots. Am a dinosaur with nonexistent skills)

[ribbittrobbit]

very refreshing to see guy fans completely losing it in crowd shots in live performances/ concert videos

[toji-bunny-girl]

You don't go to the library to study. You go there to have your cunt stuffed, by nonother than librarian!Gojo.

He works there 5 days a week, and you made sure to be there by your corner every single one of those days, carefully staring at him through the side of your book. Of course, he's well aware of your interest in him. You're so preoccupied with him you don't even realise you're holding the book upside down.

He doesn't realise it yet but he's slow to share the same amount of attraction to you as you are to him. He'd note the way your eyebrows would adorably scrunch together when you're actually doing your assignment for once, and you'd collapse face down onto the table when the frustration and exhaustion caught up to you. Or how your favourite colour seemed to be pink, your stationery and laptop covered in different shades of the colour.

He's used to your presence by now, having spent the last couple of weeks observing you just as you stalked him through the library. And truth to be told, he actually enjoyed it—he's got a cutie following behind him, too shy to strike up a conversation with him and too dumb to hide your little crush any better.

You quickly became the only part of his job he would look forward to, questioning what kind of crap you were going to pull up to just right before his shift. Until you're gone all of a sudden.

Maybe you were just late, he thought on the first day of your absence. Or maybe you're sick by the second day. Perhaps you're just busy with school…or maybe some another guy—

Why does he even care in the first place? You're just some stalker with a pretty face, nothing special out of the sea of girls in his DMs. Gojo doesn't like how he's fretting over a girl who he hasn't talked to before, your presence doesn't control how his day goes anyway.

Until it does.

It exasperated him by how he allowed himself to be subjugated under you. He can't focus on his seminars when the voices in his head wonder about you louder than the lecturer's, he can't flirt with the chicks on campus without thinking about that fangirl from the library and he can't sleep if his head is filled with the images of you with another guy.

What kind of spell have you managed to put him under?

He was completely and utterly chafed by the next week when he entered his shift, a frown seemingly marked permanently upon his face as he went through his chores, putting away the books back to their categorised shelves. That was until he heard a familiar pit-pats of your shoes, and saw your figure stupidly hiding behind a bookshelf from the side of his eye.

His playful spirit returned when he noted your presence, and he wandered further into the library, where no one could see the two of you. As expected, you shuffled along his steps before slipping yourself into the aisle behind him, pretending to flick through the choices of books on display.

Those were Chinese novels, and you majored in Biochemistry. Idiot, he thought with an internal chuckle.

Unbeknownst to you, he had strolled to your back, waiting for you to turn to face him. Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when you found him standing right in front of you, and you froze then and there like a deer in the headlights.

"I know you've been stalking me around here," he had a shit-eating smirk on his face as his arms rested by your sides to trap you in between them. "Freak," he whispered next to your ears, sending a tingle through your nerves.

"I-I, ah—" you stammered, trying to collect your words to sound coherent. Your face was flushed bloody red with embarrassment, and Gojo was sure he'd burn himself if he were to touch you.

"But that's okay…" he drawled. "I won't spread the word if you listen to me."

Your eyes were wide, gaping at him through your lashes as you nodded.

Fuck, were you adorable.

"You like me, huh?"

"Uhm…I, uh…"

"Hm?"

"Y-Yes," you blurted with your eyes squeezed shut, too embarrassed. Your breath was hot, and they scorched his cheeks red upon your words.

"What do you like about me?" oh god does he love teasing the hell out of you.

"Your f-face…"

"My face?" he feigned dumb. Of course, he's well aware that girls would only come chasing after his looks. But he absolutely enjoyed torturing you with his stupid questions. "Which part of my face?"

"Huh…?" your eyes were spinning, your hands raising to push his frame a little away for your comfort.

"My eyes? My nose?" his bigger hand captured the two of yours into his grasp, his fingers were icy cold against yours, and his face neared yours once again, merely a breath away. "Or my lips?"

You didn't dare to answer, the sound of your throat gulping filled the air as a few stray hairs of his tickled your cheek. His eyes peered towards yours, catching your gaze that fell upon his lips.

"There, huh?" Gojo's smirk widened, his grip on your wrists tightening a fraction. "Wanna try them?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words left your trembling lips, except for a silent gasp. He took the shift of your feature as a sign for him to advance onto you, his lips gently sucked on your soft flesh, the tiniest amount of your saliva flowed onto his tongue and they tasted better than the finest honey.

A string of your mixed essence connected his lips to yours, red and swollen as a sign of his kiss, when he pulled away. Your knees weakened in enfeeblement, and Gojo caught you before you could fall to the ground.

"You're done?" his arms are strong, and you could feel his muscles flex under your hand when you gathered your strength to stabilise on your feet. "I'm not."

His touches slowly trailed down from your arm to your hips, and you subconsciously rubbed your thighs together when his gaze fell onto them. In his eyes you could see a growing hunger that lurked beneath his bright blue eyes, it was the darker gradient that hung low in his orbs.

"Do you touch yourself here when you think of me?" your teeth sank into the flesh of your bottom lip and your eyes peered down to between your skirt, where his hand was as you vaguely nodded; hoping that he didn't see the faint motion of your head.

How wouldn't he know when all his attention is on you? His eyes scanned the faint shifts in your features when he pressed against your heat, making sure there wasn't any hint of dissent to his touch—and mostly searching for the muted salacity behind your pretty eyes.

"Sometimes…" your voice was meek, but it was audible enough for his ear to twitch at your words. His chest almost burst to your confession, and the images of your features twisting into lewd faces flashed past his mind, calling out his name with that sweet voice of yours.

A soft moan left your lips when his fingers slipped past your pink panty, drawing slow circles upon your clit. Your hips bucked as he teased, his other hand coming down to palm your ass.

"What about I make you feel good?" he gently asked, and you drunkenly nodded to your pleasure. His thumb grew charge of teasing your hardening bud, his two long fingers dipped into your already-slick cavern, reaching the sensitive parts of your inside.

Your lips tensed into a line to quell the moans that drew from your itching tummy, and your hands rested on Gojo's chest, gripping onto his shirt for support.

His fingers grew greedy for more of your whimpers, stroking past your walls, searching for the velvety spot in you. You threw your head back when he found the part he was looking for, pumping out and into the spongey surface, stimulating your nerves to their limit.

Your eyebrows furrowed and your eyelids flew shut when he expedited the speed of his slick-coated digits, his arm growing slightly sore as he carried you to the height of your orgasm. His cock twitched when you drew out a cry of pleasure, your breath stuck in your throat as your mind went blank from your high.

Your grip on his clothes loosened, and you panted as you rest your weight against the shelves, Gojo's damp fingers evident of the pleasure he delivered to you. He watched as you collected your remaining breath, your cheeks flushed pink in arousal and your eyesight slowly blinked clear.

A bolt flash of surprise ran through his eyes when you carefully pulled his pants down, gripping his hardened girth with your warm hands. Gojo stopped you with a grab of your wrist, your whole body tensing in creeping embarrassment—he doesn't like it when you touch him?

Your thoughts flew out the window when he spat onto your palm, before guiding your hand back to his throbbing cock. Your mind grew blank as you began fisting his length, his breath hitching when you rubbed over his pinkish-red tip.

Your touches were filled with careful inexperience, and Gojo found it absolutely fucking adorable. The soft squelching of his saliva in your hand as you pumped his cock filled the air, and he inched closer to kiss you once again.

His groans flowed into your mouth as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, drinking in the taste of you as you pleased him. You seemed to be a quick learner on your own, pumping his pulsing cock faster, gripping onto him tighter, and rubbing his sensitive tip of all.

His hips stuttered along with the movements of your hand, a sign of his close release and you were clearly relentless to please him. Your pace doesn't falter, but fastened instead and his moans muffled through your sloppy kiss, your mixed drool dripping down your chin and onto your chest.

"Fuck," his voice cracked as his cock twitched, before ejaculating his hot semen onto your clothes, slowly dripping down to your thigh. Your breaths mingled in the sultry air, the smell of your essences filled your nostrils as the both of you cooled from the aftermath of your highs.

You recognised the dirty smirk on his face when you flicked your gaze up at him, and you sank into the bookshelf in preparation for what he had conjured up in his mind.

"The library closes in 30 minutes, we'll get the whole place to ourselves by then."

[harrysfolklore]

of the jealous kind - charles leclerc blurb

inspired by this request ! i hope you like it

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

The Miami heat embraced your skin as you walked holding Charles' hand through the Ferrari garage. It was race day and you were beyond excited to be joining him.

The Miami Grand Prix was known to be a place where all kinds of celebrities wanted to be, from actors to influencers, the paddock and the garages were filled with starlets who wanted to meet the drivers. So you wondered who would you be seeing around the area and possibly fangirling if any of your favorite celebrities happened to attend

"They told me Ed Sheeran is coming," Charles said, as if he read your mind, "I really want to meet him, he's a legend."

"Look at you, fan boy," you teased, pinching his side and letting him wrap his arm around your shoulders, "Are you going to tell him how many times you play his songs around the house?"

"Definetely, I'm also going to ask him to sign my forehead," he said and you threw your head back in laughter, "Are you good? Do you want anything to drink? Or anything I can get you."

You smiled tenderly at him, one of Charles' many love languages was always making sure you felt comfortable and happy, no matter the place or setting.

"I'm all good, baby," you pecked his cheek affectionately, "I can't wait for the race to start, honestly."

"Me too, I have a great feeling about this one," he moved his arm to placed around your waist, squeezing your hip, "I feel like it's going to be special."

Before you could reply, someone from his team called for him.

"I'll be back in a minute, mon coeur," he kissed your lips quickly, "Don't go too far, okay?"

"Don't miss me too much." You winked at him and sent him his way, watching as he walked off with a confident stride.

As you waited for Charles to return, you took in the atmosphere of the garage. Mechanics rushed around, making last-minute adjustments to the cars, while team members and guests mingled, discussing the upcoming race. You spotted a few familiar faces among the crowd, fellow drivers and their partners, all sharing in the pre-race anticipation.

Lost in thought, you almost didn't notice when a voice called out your name. Turning, you could swear your jaw fell to the floor as you realized that it was Zayn, your ex-boyfriend.

You and Zayn dated for almost two years and broke up nearly six years ago, the breakup was healthy and you were in good terms with him after it, but it had been years since you had seen each other, and you had never expected to run into him here, of all places.

"YN, hey," Zayn said, a warm smile on his face as he reached you, "Wow, it's been a while,"

"Yeah, it has," you replied, returning his smile. "What are you doing here? Are you a fan of Formula 1 now?"

"Yeah, I'm really into it," he said, "I was dying to meet the drivers and hang around here, I'm glad I could finally do it."

"That's amazing," you said, genuinely surprised. "I had no idea you were into that kind of stuff."

"Yeah, it's been a huge hobby of mine for a while now," Zayn explained. "But enough about me, how have you been? What have you been up to?"

You filled Zayn in on your life since you last saw each other, telling him about your job, your hobbies, and of course, your relationship with Charles. Zayn listened intently, nodding along and asking questions, clearly interested in hearing about your life.

"I'm really happy for you, YN," Zayn said sincerely. "It sounds like you're in a really good place right now."

"Thank you, Zayn," you replied, smiling sincerely at him, "I'm glad we ran into each other. It's nice to catch up."

Before any of you could say anything else, you felt a presence behind you and a strong arm wrapping protectively around your waist.

You didn't have to turn around and look at his face to know that Charles was jealous.

"Hey, love," he said, his gaze fixed on your face, "All good?"

"Yeah, I was just catching up with Zayn. Zayn, this is Charles,"

"Her boyfriend," he said before you could even speak, and you almost rolled your eyes comically, "It's nice to meet you, mate."

"Nice to meet you too," Zayn said as you shook hands, "YN was just telling me about you, I'm a big fan."

"Likewise," Charles replied, his tone polite and kind but and with a hint of possessiveness "Are you visiting all the Garages?"

"Yeah, that's my goal for the day," Zayn said, "Actually, I should probably get going, It was really nice seeing you, YN. And it was great meeting you, Charles."

"Yeah, it was nice catching up," you replied, offering him a smile.

"Take care, both of you, and goof luck on the race." Zayn said, returning your smile.

As Zayn walked away, you could feel Charles relaxing beside you. He turned to you, his expression softening, and you looked at him with accusing eyes.

"So, care to explain what was that?" you said, raising your eyebrows at him.

"What was what?" Charles looked at you innocently, but you could see his jaw was still tensed

"Don't play dumb, Charles," you chuckled, nudging him with your elbow. "You were totally jealous back there, acting all petty and protective."

"I wasn't jealous," he protested, but his eyes betrayed him, glancing away for a split second before meeting yours again, "I wasn't!"

"Sure, sure," you teased, wrapping your arm around his waist and leaning into him. "It's cute, you know. Seeing you get all protective."

"Okay, you win," he rested his arm on your back, "I just wanted him to know you're with me now."

"Don't worry, I think he got the message," you teased, leaning into his side.

"Good," Charles chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple "Because I don't like sharing."

"Don't be ridiculous now," you rolled your eyes playfully, "You're like a big, jealous puppy."

"Hey, I can't help it," Charles protested, a grin on his face, "You're stunning and such a catch, anyone would die to be with you," he said, instantly making you blush, "I just love you so much."

"I love you too," you replied, leaning up to kiss him softly, "Now, come on, let's go watch you win this race."

"Sounds like a plan," Charles said, squeezing your waist, "I hope Verstappen doesn't ruin that plan though."

[jesswritesthat]

Atsumu Miya: Second Choice

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: ~2.2k, fluff

• You were never first choice, so it comes as a surprise when he notices your presence before anyone else.

Warnings: None

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It was always the same, you'd watched as people flocked to beauty, straight past you every time. In reality when you became friends with Sachiko it was because she had a great personality, you couldn't have possibly predicted she'd become the most beautiful and popular girl in school by the time you'd reached Inarizaki High.

Regardless of her sparkling status, she remained your best friend and you'd usually be found together throughout the school premises along with anyone else who joined you at the start of first year.

When the Volleyball team grew more intoxicating, it was Sachiko who'd excitedly dragged you along to one of their home training matches. It's where you first laid eyes upon the famous Miya twins, a vicious team of spiker and setter with a serve worthy of award among them. Already they had personal fans and the cheer squad screaming their praises, you're surprised they didn't get mauled in the hallways.

Now you'd seen them, you recognised them in school and they apparently had space to breathe aside from the odd confession here and there. You'd regularly seen that with Sachiko though, she'd often be either pulled to the side or you'd bear witness to some lovestruck soul gushing their heart out for her.

It was humbling in a way, you were the one who goes unnoticed but notices everything. Including if feelings were reciprocated, and you're certain you deducted gossip before it even became that, you'd been getting accurate in predicting things lately. However, you never predicted one of them to notice you.

Especially him.

"Hey, ya in one of my classes right?" In honesty you didn't even realise it was you this voice was addressing since Sachiko lingered by your side, not until a careful tap drew your attention to the blonde twin rather than your locker.

"Huh? Oh I think so, it hasn't been long enough to learn everyone's name yet. You're the volleyball player though."

"Ah, have ya seen me play? Like it?" His head tilted in curiosity, proud smirk upon his lips.

"You were really good, you have great form when you serve." With that you nodded to him, slipping on your shoes and walking off with your best friend quickly following in tow.

"Woah— wait up!" You didn't even look back in the swarm of leaving students. "I didn't get yer name..."

———

It wasn't until a week or so later did he 'confidently' interact with you again, this time his call far more effective in hailing your attention.

"(L/n) (Y/n)!"

Immediately you spun to the origin, finding none other than Miya Atsumu dodging a group of fangirls rather effortlessly on his way to you.

"You know my name."

"Yeah 'course. You know who I am so it's only fair." It was surefire charisma, one you'd soon extinguish.

"Miya Osamu isn't it?"

"Ye—Hey?! YA GOTTA BE KIDDIN'!"

"'Tsumu shut ya mouth!" The namesake twin glared harshly at his counterpart, quickly flashing a calmer look when you'd addressed him.

"Ah, hey Miya-san. I apologise, that was my fault for winding your brother up."

"Dumbass has control of his own mouth." Osamu politely assured, meanwhile Atsumu reclaimed your peripheral with a childish pout.

"So ya knew ma name all along and decided to be freakin' mean about it? On our second meetin' too."

"I couldn't resist, you're so cute when you're mad."

"I'm— oh ya think I'm cute?" Atsumu stammered slightly, your smirk only widening upon noting the crimson tips of his ears. Honesty leaving your lips soon after.

"I think you're both handsome, as does a majority of the school body. See you Miya-san and Miy—"

"Call me Atsumu!"

"See you in class, Atsumu." You actually looked back this time, an unfamiliar and unexpected feeling flourishing within you.

———

Part of you wandered if it’d be different this time, maybe you’d found someone who was there for you and not Sachiko. Just this once. You’d spoken more in class, studied together, traded snacks, and genuinely became friends over the course of two months.

Ironically it was the same blonde who tugged you from your reverie at the your locker where you’d first spoken.

"Yer friends with Sachiko aren't ya?"

This was it, the moment you realised he was just like all others and for the first time in a long while, you were truly disappointed.

"Yes I am, and she is amazing."

"I'm aware, could ya introduce me?" He’d spoked so casually, completely unawares of the charade you donned.

"What? Too scared to introduce yourself?" Atsumu was taken aback by your mockery, smirk growing as you persisted. "She doesn't bite y'know, that's my job."

This was the second time you'd left him speechless, slamming your locker door and disappearing into the halls with a wave.

From then on you'd see them happily talking to one another, it was hard seeing them together, amusing considering you'd only known the blonde not even half the year, yet you'd liked him more than you considered possible.

The first time you'd walked into the classroom finding the pair conversing at her desk, it was like Atsumu was desperately trying to convince her of something. It was only for a brief moment but when the setter turned to see you with a suddenly concerned look, you realised you hadn't worn a facade. You were meant to smile, instead you must've looked saddened - briskly you offered a weak smirk, and span to leave the room with additional flare as to minimise suspicion.

You’d only made it three steps down the hallway when a grasp on your wrist limited your escape.

"Hey you okay?"

"Yes? Why wouldn't I be?" Came your upbeat response, even if he portrayed a careful worrisome look on his handsome features.

"Ya... ya looked upset."

"Really? Are you sure?"

"I'm observant y'know, gotta be fer volleyball so yeah, I noticed your little slip." He was more forward this time, gesturing to you with a tilt of his head - even if he was head over heels for Sacchan, at least he still genuinely cared about you.

"It's nothing, just realised I've got a test today and that's depressing enough." You thought it was acceptably convincing, though the calculating gaze he'd locked onto yours made you reconsider.

“(Y/n) I know I can be annoyin’ but I’ll do anything I can to help y—“

“I’m fine.” You instantly corrected, reaffirmation following. “I’m fine, Atsumu.”

A gentle pat on his chest told him not to worry, and the nod you gave said you wanted to be alone. So, he let you walk away, your wrist slipping from his grip.

———

Even weirder than the smitten pair hanging out was that your conversations with Sachiko seemed to revolve around him too. Which by your deductions, meant he’d certainly made more of an impression on her than anyone else recently. Maybe Atsumu really had a shot with her…

"Atsumu is so hot isn't he?"

"I guess he keeps in shape, he has to if he wants to improve his skills."

"Uh yes... his hair suits him though, brings out the colour of his eyes~" She gleamed, searching for your reaction and once more her face dramatically dropped at the deadpan reply.

"Makes him easier to differentiate from Osamu."

"True, but I'm asking if you find him attractive?!" Her impatience had gotten the better of her, voice raised slightly out of desperation.

"Isn't that a question you should ask yourself? I haven't heard you go on about a boy this much since middle school." You quipped, raising a quizzical brow at her.

"It's not like th—"

"Oh hey! Sachiko, (Y/n), you wanna come to practice today?" Atsumus’ hollering tone interrupted the conversation, the blonde strolling into your classroom like he belonged there.

"Yes, we'd love to." Sachiko of course was ecstatic to agree, why would she say no since he’s ’so attractive’. Yourself on the other hand had replicated the Thor meme perfectly…

"Would we though?"

"Yeah ya would! C'mon~" You hadn't the chance to protest further when Atsumus' hands clamped your shoulders steering you in the direction of the gymnasium with a giggling Sachiko skipping behind.

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When Atsumu had asked you to meet him after school before practice started toward the end of the year, you expected something food related or about homework answers, not whatever this was.

Here he stood, flowers in hand and apparently a homemade bento box offered to you with a growing blush painting his handsome features and an aura of flustering about him which was unusual in itself.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm— isn't it obvious?!"

"I have literally no idea what's going through your thick skull, Sachiko will like the flowers though." You answered honestly, crossing your arms.

"They're not for her!"

"Oh... Suna...?"

Atsumus brows furrowed at your wit, shaking his head with a huff.

"Alright ya got me, they're for Sachiko. Yer gonna deliver them since yer her best friend. Thanks and make sure ya eat some of the bento 'cuz there's stuff yer will like in it. Later!" He basically threw the flowers at you and pushed the bento box into your chest prior to storming toward the exit.

You stood dumbfounded, flicking between the two items when he placed his forehead against the door with a defeated sigh and spun on his heel.

“Go! Go on, the team are here and I don’t want ya getting hit with a face full of leather and petals.” He’d stubbornly commented, ushering you out of the gym.

Still, you shouldered your sadness, wearing false confidence like your favourite outfit as you went to find your friend (completely oblivious to the embarrassed mess whining to his teammates inside).

Sachiko squealed when she saw you, leaving her work unattended and rushing to your side admiring your haul.

"It finally happened! Oh my goodness!"

"Yeah yeah, blondie came through congratulations." You boredly spoke, placing the items down whilst she basically vibrated with pure joy.

"Congratulations indeed! Are you happy?"

"Eh. He did say we should share the lunch."

"That's... weird?" Sachikos’ prior energy disappeared as she looked to you in confusion.

"I know, that's what I thought. Apparently there's things I like in it."

"Well obviously. Atsumu made it for you."

"No, he made it for you."

A moment of silence passed, yourself and Sachiko locked in a puzzled stare off.

"Nah, let's be honest, Osamu probably made it~" You dismissively waved your hand once placing the items on her desk, although it was only you who found humour in the situation.

"No (Y/n) I'm serious! Atsumu has been asking me about you and your preferences for months and I've been super excited about it. He even wanted me to find out if you liked him or not —of course IF I found out, I would've kept it to myself— but he really likes you."

"I thought he was into you, I mean everyone is into you." You adamantly justified, as if it explained everything but Sachiko was just as passionate.

"Not him, why do you think he keeps asking you to practices or bugging you every 5 minutes?"

"To get close to you? I don't know."

"No! To get close to you!"

Widened eyes and a look of pure shock told Sachiko her words had finally resonated with you, the truth burned brightly and she could only smile as you ran.

Abandoned were the flowers as you dashed through the halls and came to a skidding halt before the gymnasium - fingertips hesitantly pausing against the door upon hearing Atsumus' cursing whines.

"I didn't even get to say! They just ran off to Sachiko!"

“Ya literally said ‘Go’.” Osamus voice maybe?

“Yeah well, I don’t ever wanna walk away from (Y/n), but it feels like they’re always walking away from me…” Atsumu trailed off, more emotion than you thought lacing his words.

"Maybe ya shouldn't have lied?" That was definitely Arans’ blunt advisory tone.

"I had no choice! They were lookin' at me with their stupid pretty eyes and askin' if it was for Sacchan and I didn't wanna disappoint 'em."

"Yer an idiot." Osamu gladly highlighted, the perfect moment to walk in and make your presence known you decided.

"I know! But—"

"Atsumu?" At the sound of your call, the entity of the team turned in your direction, the setter being the first to respond.

"Huh?! (Y/n) what are you doing here?"

Osamu and the rest of Inarizaki seemed to understand the underlying tension and were quick to evacuate the area.

"I came to tell you that Sachiko liked the flowers." You awkwardly started, Atsumu running fingers through his hair with a quiet voice.

"Oh, right."

"As did I, and I think I'd like to get you something in return."

"Eh?"

"She told me what was going on." You filled in, hands behind your back fiddling with your fingers.

"She's lying! I do not like you at all, let alone find you attractive or anything!"

Much like you predicted, he'd jumped to conclusions and had inadvertently dropped himself in it and exposed the truth Sachiko had enclosed which earned your witty reply.

"Funny, I never mentioned anything about liking me. That’s good to know~"

"Wait— then what?" Atsumu defused, utterly confused and blushing.

"And it's a shame, I was about to confess my feelings for you but I see there's no need since you 'don't like me at all'." You shrugged haphazardly, a hint of sarcasm lacing your tone but it was your statement that revitalised his spark. Enough to abruptly skid in front of you with a commendable justification when you’d started to turn around.

"You still can, nothin' to lose and all that." A half smile was sent to you, hazel eyes meeting yours. “And please, don’t walk away from me this time.”

"I didn’t want— I mean I—“ A wistful sigh escaped you, confession imminent. “I really like you Atsumu, you're both an incredible player and a cool person so I’m glad I got to tell you that.”

“I like ya too (Y/n)! So much, and I feel more confident playing when ya come and watch. Yer smile really hypes me up y’know. If yer up for it, I’d love to spend more time with ya.”

"Yeah, I’d like that."

—

That evening, he’d offered to walk you home and there was still one thing you wanted to say after all that.

“Hey Atsumu?” A hum signified his attention. “Thank you for noticing me."

"Noticing ya?"

"Yeah, I just… I appreciate it."

"No I mean, noticing ya? I haven't noticed anyone else since I met ya."

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[ Masterlist ]

[zoofzoofxx]

„OH MY GOD THAT’S JOOST KLEIN!”

(pt.1?????)

Pairing - Joost Klein x Fem!reader

Summary - As you and your little sister walk home, you notice a commotion near a car where a group of people is shouting excitedly. Your sister catches the name of a famous singer and eagerly wants his autograph. However, Joost seems more intrigued by you and proposes a compromise.

Genre - Fluff

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"Thank you very much,” I heard my sister express while embracing me. We were presently walking home; the evening was approaching, and we still had quite a lengthy distance to my flat. Several months back, I turned 22 and purchased a lovely apartment and moved out from my parents. My sister recently turned 16, so I invited her to my flat for the weekend, to go shopping, and then enjoy a delightful dinner as a gift. We were discussing the time my sister prefers to depart tomorrow because the journey to my parents' home is rather lengthy. Suddenly, we heard a cluster of individuals shouting and congregating near a rather luxurious car.

"What is happening back there?" my sister asked, wanting to go and see, but I grabbed her arm. "Let’s just go," I said while pulling her.

“JOOST CAN I HAVE AN AUTOGRAPH?!” “JOOST KLEIN PLEASE SIGN THIS!” “SMILE JOOST I’M MAKING A BEREAL!!!”

"Wait, was that Joost Klein?!" In a matter of seconds, my sister was by the car, fangirling like the rest of the group.

"Lorelei, let's just head back, I'm exhausted," I expressed, pulling on her jumper. The surroundings began to darken, and I had forgotten to bring a coat or a hoodie, assuming we'd return home early, but the chill was intensifying by the minute. I started to rub my hands together to generate some warmth. Lorelei continued to call out for the Dutch man who was sitting in his car, disregarding my words. I let out a sigh and decided to wait for her to meet Joost before we could head home. As time passed, the crowd dwindled, with many leaving, yet a few lingered. Eventually, it was Lorelei's turn, and she seized my wrist, pulling me along for moral support.

"HI JOOST, I’M SUCH A BIG FAN!" my little sister exclaimed. Joost chuckled at her excitement until his friend nudged him and pointed directly at me.

“Ey zij is echt mooi! (Ey she’s really beautiful!)” His friend grinned at me. I felt puzzled, so I returned the smile. Joost gazed at me, and we locked eyes for a moment before he looked away.

“Inderdaad. (Indeed.)” Joost said while nodding to his friend and then turning back to me.

"Feeling chilly?" the blond guy inquired, swinging open his car door and walking towards me. As he towered over me, he took a cigarette from his pocket and ignited it. He took a drag, glanced away, removed the cigarette from his lips, and exhaled the smoke. Then, he locked eyes with me, placed the cigarette back between his lips, and waited for a reply. I was at a loss for words. In the background, I caught my sister's amused chuckle, and I noticed a few onlookers capturing this moment on film.

“I’m not cold.” I say looking away. Joost didn’t hesitate to grab my hand.

"False. Your nose is pink and your hands are chilly. And I saw you rubbing your hands and attempting to heat yourself up," the blond man remarked as his strong Dutch accent was evident. He chuckled, unzipping and removing his coat, then passing it to me.

"I-I can't accept that," I stammered, motioning for him to put his jacket back on, but he remained still. My sister gently nudged me, signaling to take the jacket. I glanced at her, seeing her thumbs up, and suddenly, it felt like I was back in high school chatting with my crush and getting support from my best friend. Joost nodded for me to accept his jacket. After a moment of hesitation, I finally took it. He blew the smoke in another direction, placed the cigarette back between his lips, and helped me zip up my jacket. The scent of his expensive cologne filled my lungs. He turned to my sister with a smile clapping his hands together.

“Sooo… You wanted a picture and an autograph?”He inquired of her, and she enthusiastically nodded. He strolled back to his vehicle while his friends chuckled. He retrieved a sheet of paper and a pen, passing them to my sister.

“Can you write your sister her phone number?” He said gazing at me, giving me a wink as I averted my gaze sensing that my face would blush a light shade of pink. My sibling didn't even pause. She penned down the phone digits and aimed to pass it over but halted him.

"I want a hug too," she utters, and he chuckles.

"Let’s compromise, will you write her name and surname for a hug?" He said pointing at me, as I could hear his friends laugh, and I buried my face in my hands due to embarrassment. I could also sense the excitement among Joost's supporters who were laughing heartily.

"Of course! Her name is Y/n!" She mentioned writing something down and passing the paper and pen to him without any delay to offer her a significant, extended embrace. I caught her whispering something, and he burst into loud laughter. I simply grinned, relishing the sight of my sister's joy. Joost murmured something in return, and Lorelei stepped back and approached me. She began to quietly murmur something in my ear.

“No way-.” I said backing away and furrowing my brows.

"Please for my birthday!" She pleads, casting me those adorable puppy eyes.

"No Lorelei, that's an excessive request," I utter firmly, feeling utterly exhausted.

"Please." Joost emerged alongside my sister, giving me pleading eyes. I turned my head and exhaled deeply.

"What will you receive in exchange?" I inquire, exhaling and turning towards my sister.

"A meet and greet for an hour after his concert," she says, pleading with me and giving me those puppy eyes. I sigh and walk over to Joost, who's already lowering himself to my height. I glance at my sister, who's holding her phone out, waiting for the perfect photo opportunity. I just shake my head no, and she pouts. Looking at Joost, I notice he's smiling, his cigarette is gone. As I get a closer look, I realize he's actually really handsome. He gives me one last look and winks. I give him a light peck on his cheek, leaving a faint pink mark. The people around us go wild, especially his friends in the car. I glance at my sister, who's snapping a picture. I furrow my brows and turn back to Joost. His expression is gentle, and he's blushing, as am I.

"You smell pleasant." He chuckled, and I playfully hit his shoulder.

"Lorelei, go get the autograph and the image, and let's head back." I express, glancing at Lorelei as if nothing has happened. My sibling nodded, and a short while later, she bid her final farewell. Joost walked towards me, coming closer with outstretched arms for an embrace. I embraced him, then stepped back and started unzipping the coat Joost had given me.

"What are you up to?" He inquires as I glance up at him.

"Returning your coat. I'm warm, and it belongs to you," I mention, but he took my hand halfway and zips it back up.

"Take it, please, I insist." He casts those pleading puppy eyes once more. I exhaled in surrender, feeling weary and not in the mood for a conversation with anyone at the moment.

“Jij bent echt schattig. (You are really cute)” he said and I tilted my head to the side in confusion and he grinned. Embracing me once more and walking back into his car.

“Ik hou van jou! (I love you!)” Lorelei mentions, and Joost chuckles while glancing at the paper my sister handed him earlier.

“Ik hou van Y/n. (I love Y/n.)” He speaks, and my sister shrieks and pinched my arm while I remain confused. I simply grasp my sister's shoulder, and we depart. Glancing back one last time, I notice Joost Klein still gazing at me with a smile. He winks, offers a small wave, and raises his phone, indicating that I should check mine. I acknowledge with a nod, thumbs up, and a wave as we turn the corner..

After a few minutes of silence I heard a phone notification coming from my phone.

“Send me a message once you arrive home safely with your little sister.”

I passed my phone to my little sister so she could check the message, and she burst into screams of excitement once more. After what seemed like an eternity, we arrived at my place. Then, I heard yet another notification, this time from Instagram.

“@joostklein ✓ started following you.”

As we stepped into my apartment, the initial thing Lorelei did was play the track "Buurman Uit Berlijn" by Joost Klein and MCR-T. I strolled into my room and overheard my sister say:

"Y/n, remember to reply to Joost!" I just sighed and took my phone, sending him a brief message saying: "we got back home alright, appreciate the autograph and photo with my sister."

In less than 10 seconds, Joost replied, saying: "I have a lipstick mark on my cheek, thanks for that and the hug. You smell really good. If I were you, I'd check the jackets right pocket. I left a little surprise." With my toothbrush in my mouth, I headed to the living room, picked up the neatly folded jacket, and looked through the pockets. It was a letter that said ��Y/n’ I opened it and inside were 2 passes for the Eurovision Song Contest… I almost chocked on my toothbrush, quickly grabbed my phone, and messaged Joost: “When did you slip those in!?” I hit send quickly and immediately got a reply: “When we embraced. Give one pass to your sister. I'll cover the flight and hotel, unless you'd like to stay with me in the same hotel room ;)” I knitted my brows in confusion. I hastily texted him: “I'm truly grateful. Goodnight.” And received a swift response: “Slaapzacht schat. (Sleep tight darling.)” I just left him on read going into sleep thinking about the kiss with Joost.

A/n- HELP THIS WAS MY FIRST STORY EVER ON TUMBLR DON’T HATE PLS 😭 HAVE A NICE DAY YA��LL 😊☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

#JUSTICE FOR JOOST

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Red Carpet || Tom Blyth x gf!reader

Summary: Tom takes you to your very first movie premiere and it happens to be the movie that he is the protagonist in. A sweet moment happens between the two of you which leaves fans further fangirling over your relationship.

A/n: I have been constantly asked If I will ever do a Tom Blyth x reader imagine and the answer is yes :). Btw I absolutely love @yzzart’s Tom Blyth x actress!reader imagines and you should totally go check them out!

Warnings: none :)

Wc:

Divider by @pommecita

You were beyond nervous and excited to attend the red carpet Premiere for The Hunger Games The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes. Especially since you would be attending as your boyfriend’s plus one who happens to play Coriolanus Snow in said movie.

The two of you kept your relationship as private as you could, but at some point along the way of him filming, everyone knew the two of you were together. Your public affection towards each other during the behind the scenes did not go unnoticed by fans who recorded it and took pictures.

It was bound to happen someday. "You look absolutely gorgeous, darling," Tom hugs you from behind, your exposed back flush against his outfit, as he admires your reflection in the mirror. You hold his arms that were protectively on your waist.

"Thank you, Tom. You look as handsome as ever," You giggle, turning around to place your hands on either side of his face, admiring every little detail on his face that you have already noticed about a thousand times, before placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

You two were on your way to the event, his hand never left your thigh as you lean your head against his shoulder. Your phone suddenly buzzed as you look at the caller id. It was Rachel. You immediately answered it as it went through to face time.

"Where are you guys!" She yells in the speaker, loud chatter in the background. She was already at the event. "We are literally around the corner," You say taking a look around your surroundings as Tom chuckles. "Let me see your outfits!" Rachel stares at you with a wide grin.

You laugh at her energy as you pass Tom the phone as he holds it up so that the both of you were on screen. Rachel gasps as she covers her mouth, "You guys look fucking amazing!" She squeals as you chuckle.

"Wait until you see the back of Y/n's dress," Tom lets out a whistle as you nudge him with a smile. "I can't wait to see! Oh wait, I think I see your car pulling up right now. See you soon!" She quickly says before hanging up.

Tom squeezes your thigh, his way of asking if you were alright without any words. You nod with a small smile. You arrived at the premiere and the flashlights coming from the cameras shone through the windows.

Tom steps out first before lending you his hand, aiding you as you get out of the car. He gives you an encouraging smile as you smile back at him. Everyone started screaming when they saw the two of you, causing you to smile even more.

His hand rested on the small of your back as the two of you were whisked into interviews. "Tom! It's so great to see you, we'd like to ask you a few questions if that is alright?" The woman smiles as she passes Tom a microphone.

"Of course!" Tom offers the man a smile. "What was your favourite things about filming this movie?" You stayed quiet as you look at Tom, giving him a smile. "Well, I was super grateful to be able to work with such incredible actors and actresses, Peter and Viola just to name a few, I really enjoyed the atmosphere on set, we were all like family," Your boyfriend answers.

You saw a lot of cameras pointed your directions so you wave and smile, "Would you like to explain to us and your fans who this beautiful girl is beside you Tom?" You snap your attention back to Tom and the woman. Tom smiles as you as you look at the woman. "I think you and everyone already have a pretty clear idea on who she is," Tom laughs as does the woman.

"This beautiful girl is my girlfriend. She's stuck with me during the whole filming of the movie and I'm so grateful that she's mine," He answers, his eyes not leaving yours as he pulls you closer to him. "He's just too sweet isn't he?" You chuckle at the camera making them laugh.

Tom presses a kiss on your cheek as you could feel your face heating up slightly. "You two are just too adorable! Thank you for your time, the woman smiles as Tom hands her back the microphone. "My pleasure," Tom gives her a final smile before the two of you are once again whisked into other interviews, where you would sometimes be included.

Then it was time to take pictures. Tom's hand never left yours as you both stood where they were taking the photos. Tom protectively places his hand on your waist as you both pose for the cameras. You were almost blinded by all the flashing and deaf from the shouting.

The string on the back of your dress suddenly became loose as you curse under your breath. Tom looks down at you before moving to stand in front of you in a protective manner to cover you from the cameras. "You okay?" He asks concerned. I look at him with a smile from his sweet gesture.

"The back of my dress came undone," He looks over your shoulder. He then pulls you into a hug as you were slightly taken back. You then feels his hands working on tying your dress back. You let out a chuckle as you rub his back.

The cameras directly in front of you were confused but the cameras by the side all awed at his actions. "There you go, darling," He kisses your cheek as he pulls back. You give him a grateful smile, "Thank you."

"Y/n! Tom!" You hear a feminine voice call out as Rachel and Josh make their way towards the two of you. "Hi!" You smiled, pulling Josh into a hug and then Rachel. "Oh you look stunning," Rachel holds your forearms as you couln't keep the smile of your face.

"Have you looked in a mirror? You look gorgeous Rach!" You pull her in for a second hug as you all laugh at something funny Josh had said as the four of you pose for a picture.

After the premiere, Rachel sent you so many links to nearly every single social media platform. There were a bunch of posts and tiktoks about what happened with your dress and how Tom helped you by hugging you.

You chuckle as you show Tom the posts and hundreds of tiktoks that had already been posted. "They love you," Tom chuckles, kissing your forehead as the two of you lay in each others embrace.

[pbnbucks]

word count : 807

warnings : smut, reasonably emotional

summary : paige’s graduation party leaves you emotional and horny for your childhood best friend who commonly teases you

request : “Can you please do a Paige x y/n one shot for prompt number 8/9 in the smut prompts? llysm your work is so good!!!”

your hands clapped together along with others when paige walked out into the back yard coming back from her graduation seeing the large tables filled in her yard along with the grills that are steaming with burgers and hotdogs as she hugs each one of her family members saving you for last pulling you in for a hug as she pulls away you place a lingering kiss on her cheek

“looking this good just for me mama?” your best friend teases you as her jokes never fail to put a smile on your lips

“well i had to since you want to leave me in minnesota so you can go to Connecticut to be with all your fangirls” you laugh messing with her as she fakes a pout “you know your the only one i got eyes for” she takes her graduation cap off as it leaves her hair all frizzy as you run your fingers through her hair fixing her hair,

once your finished you take a step back eyeing her frame and her curves making her blush at your focus on her “We're in public, you know?” she retorts trying to seem flattering “oh shut up playboy”

your helping her mom when the blonde comes back behind you asking you to help pick out a outfit as she wanted to take you for a walk downtown tonight.

you follow behind her up the long slim stairs walking into her room carefully shutting the door behind you.

her familiar room that was once cleaned was now filled with card board boxes that was packed with clothes and gear for her college years as your eyes lingered on the frames filled with pictures of memories over the years that where now stuffed into the boxes as well.

your facial expressions didn’t slip past paige with her giving you a worried look “what did i do mama? how can i fix it?” she sits on the edge of her bed as she pulls you in to sit on her lap as your head lays on her shoulder as you sulk in your feelings

“your leaving me p” you coo as the blonde was now going to be hours away since you decided to go to the university of minnesota and she decided to take her dreams to the university of Connecticut.

her thumb come down to your chin moving it for you to look up at her “im always going to be there for you, i promise” she whispers as her words send the shivers down your spine “i love you paige”

your softened tone must of flipped a switch in her because now her face inched closer to yours leaving barely an inch before you moved into her embrace as your lips fought for dominance as your body inches closer to her.

you bit her lip softly making a moan escape from her lips as she flips your back on to the bed hovering over you as the necklace you gifted her now dangled over your face as the heart shaped diamond shined over the dark room.

“you should know im not going to let you be in charge mama” she tries to convince you but you know one day she will let you top as her kisses linger from your neck to your lower stomach as she looks up for consent as you give her a quick nod for her to hurry up.

her tongue licks a long stripe between your dripping folds as your legs slightly squirm from the pleasure feeling making her smirk in pride while she continues to lap at your cunt while her tongue teasingly slips in your hole often not failing her teasingly playful manner.

her finger slips into your core slowly adding another one as moans begin to slip out from the feeling “Quiet. We don't wanna get caught now, do we?” she reminds you as some of her family are sitting inside away from the heat.

her attack on your clit never faulted as your lower stomach began to burn making you wince at the close feeling of pleasure as your hand is placed on her head.

“your worth the long wait princess” she coos as her moans send a vibration through your core as you feel the knot begin to collapse

“paige, need to cum” you force out as you can already feeling it break as she speeds up her movements as your liquids come crashing on your tongue as your head pushes in to the pillow you once rested innocently on muffling your moans. she licks up every last bit of cum she can as she pulls herself up over you

“so you wanna tell me how good i am or just keep staring at me?” her playfulness returns as she gives you a quick peck “paige” you whine as her spark comes back.

[multific]

The Beginning of Healing

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Warning: Smut! - This is your 1st and only warning!

Summary: On your first night with your husband, he opens up about his past.

"My previous experience with women is... not so great." said Aemond as he stared at you.

You stared at him wearing a sheer gown. His eyes were glued to your body.

This would be the first night you spend with Aemond, the night to consummate your long-awaited marriage to the Prince.

You smiled at Aemond, such a gentle smile.

"What happened?" even if you were only a couple steps away from him, you didn't move, you stayed between him and his bed.

"It was my 13th name day. My brother brought me to the streets of silk... He wanted me to have as much experience as he had." It was clear he had a hard time remembering that day. So, you put him out of his misery.

"You fear I would be the same?"

"You are so much more than that whore." his eyes finally met yours and you knew he meant every word.

"Aemond I told you this long before our marriage has been announced. I do not wish to force you to do anything. I want you to want me. I do not want to force myself onto you and start our marriage with a night full of regret."

"I know you don't."

"But I will say this to you, My Prince. I wish to give myself to you fully. My body and my soul as I have given you my hand in marriage. I don't want you to see this as a duty you have to fulfil. I want both of us to enjoy our time together, our life together."

"What did I do to deserve an angel like you?" he smiled as he took a step forward, you welcomed him with a hug and a short kiss.

"I do believe, My Prince has done many many terrible things. But I must also admit, when I first saw you riding your dragon, I knew I would do anything just to be called yours." you whispered against his mouth as he groaned. "If you want, I can use my hands and mouth on you tonight, and later... when you are ready, you can do as you please."

"And what will you tell my brother?"

"The truth."

"Which is?"

"That in a way, I, myself, am also riding the largest beast in all of Westeros." 

"I didn't know you had such a dirty mouth." he admitted as his thumb ran along your lips.

"Only if you wish. Some men say they prefer a clueless, damsel in distress. Others prefer some kind of hunt. I wonder what you prefer, My Husband."

"I prefer you." you smiled as he said that without any hesitation.

"I truly wish to take the bad memories away, Aemond. I want a happy life with you, now that the War is over." 

"I want the same... just maybe... not tonight." you nodded and kissed his lips. 

"As my husband wishes." 

Maybe, just for now, sucking his cock while watching his face twitch was enough. Maybe kissing him while your hands worked on his length was enough. Maybe allowing him to kiss and suck your tits as your hands pumped his leaking cock was enough. 

They were small steps, but you should have known better than to assume that a Targaryen Prince wouldn't have a list full of trauma.

But you will be there for him when he is ready to start his healing. 

And maybe, but just maybe marrying him was the beginning of the process.

House of the Dragon Collection

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@castellandiangelo @imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl @manduse @jacalineiscomingforyou @mandoloriancookie @il0vebeingdelulu @deliciousfestsalad @groovyqueer @lilliumrorum @asgards-princess-of-mischief

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/YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE, OR TO STEAL ANY OF MY WORKS TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS/

[crowhyun]

gym rat taehyun who you end us seeing frequently at the gym whenever you’re around too and he starts helping you out on some of the stuff and sexual tension and then BAM, sex

a/n: I haven't written smut in so long so please bare with me 😭 I'm trying to get back into the groove of it but I've kinda lost confidence though I hope that doesn't show in my works lol. I hope you enjoy this, anon, and thank you for requesting!!

Warnings: smut, pnv, exhibitionism, unprotected sex but hyun's pull out game is top tier, I would know

WC: 1.8k

The gym a few blocks away from your apartment was always too crowded for your taste. Midday was the worst, with every piece of equipment occupied, and the ones that weren't were a sweaty mess due to peoples' lack of politeness.

Though, around 10PM was always the best time to go. It was much less crowded, and it was almost calming, in a way.

You, along with a few other late night gym rats, took this time to your advantage. The gym was nearly empty, and hip-hop music played quietly from the speakers. The sound of equipment moving and barbells clanking was miniscule compared to how it usually was.

Though, you'd be lying to yourself if you said that that was the only reason you came to the gym at that time.

Your other reason - your main reason - was currently at the pull-up bar, biceps bulging and sweat dripping down his clear skin as he effortlessly hoisted himself up on the bar. You were quite familiar with this man, or at least as familiar as you could get from afar. Without fail, he'd always be at the gym at this time, always alone, and ever so efficient in his workouts.

You tried not to stare as you leisurely stretched. You weren't in the mood for heavy lifting or cardio, yet you were fully intent on boy watching.

After what seemed like over a dozen pull-ups, the man hopped down from the bar, turning around with a hand on his hip to grab his towel, and you quickly looked away to not get caught ogling. To look busy, you continued with your stretching, doing basic stretches to pass the time. You were so distracted trying to look busy that you hadn't even noticed a certain someone approaching until you heard his voice.

"Your form isn't good." He said, causing you to flinch and sir upright, staring right at the man who was sipping from his water bottle.

Is he talking to me?, you thought. Though, he was obvious who he was talking to, due to his large brown eyes seemingly piercing into your soul. "...huh?" Was all that you could muster out.

"Sorry." He apologized, screwing his water bottle shut. "I don't mean to bother you, but I just thought that I should tell you that your form isn't very good. You might hurt yourself."

Your lips went into an O-shape as you realized what he was saying, and you couldn't help but feel embarrassed. You fully expected him to just walk away after that, but he spoke once more.

"I can help with some stretches if you'd like." He said. "I'm no personal trainer, but I know a thing or two."

"Oh...you'd do that?" You asked, trying to keep your voice steady as you inwardly fangirled, knowing that this was the perfect opportunity to get closer to the man you've been crushing on.

"Yeah, of course." He nodded, placing his water bottle down and coming closer, your heart beating a mile a minute. He gave you a sweet smile before he bent down to your level, and you got a close up look at his sweaty skin and well built arms, causing you to shiver in anticipation.

"See, when you're doing lunge stretches, you have to make sure your back is flat and your core is engaged so that you can keep your balance." He said, his voice soft, though the near emptiness of the gym made it seem as if he were loud and clear. He got into position beside you, showing off the proper way to stretch, and you followed suit.

Throught the stretches, you had learned that his name was Taehyun, and he was pretty flexible himself. You may have even purposefully made yourself seem incompetent in your stretches so that he wouldn't leave anytime soon. It was getting later and later, but you didn't want to go home - not yet.

"Hamstring stretches are a bit harder, as most people don't stretch for long enough." He informed you, gently pushing you onto your back. "How flexible are you?" He asked, helping you to hike your leg up. You were hyper aware of the feeling of his strong hands on you, and the change of position nearly made you dizzy.

"Uh, maybe moderately?" You spoke, clearing your throat in an effort to sound like your panties weren't starting to get damp.

"Moderately?" He chuckled with a slight tilt to his head. "We'll see about that then, yeah? Just tell me when it's too much." He said, his hand circling around your calf as he started to slowly push your leg up...up...and up.

You winced a bit, the stretch starting to get painful, but you were too distracted by how he placed his other hand right on your thigh.

"There you go." He encouraged, your leg straight up and pushed against his shoulder as he kneeled down in front of you. "How're you feeling? Think you can go a bit more?"

"I can definitely feel the stretch." You chuckled, your heartrate beating a mile a minute. "I think I can go further, though."

With that, he started to slowly push your leg up once more, your thigh almost touching your chest. "Hmm, you're pretty flexible, aren't you?" He spoke, and you don't know if it's the rising desire within you or not, but his voice was starting to sound more...intimate.

"I didn't...I didn't realize before now." You said, finding it hard to breathe.

"Good thing you have me here then, huh?" He smirked, the sight making your walls clench around nothing. He then started to slowly lower your leg before doing the same to the other one. Your breath hitched at the stretch, and you winced.

"Fuck..." You whispered, unable to keep it in.

"Just a bit more, you got it." He said, his whisper matching yours as he stretched you further. His torso pressed against your leg, and you couldn't help yourself from taking a peek down between your legs. Truthfully, you just wanted to make sure you didn't completely soak through your leggings, but instead, you got a glimpse of what Taehyun was packing. The dim light of the gym reflected on the bulge in his gym shorts, and you literally felt your heart beat in your clit.

You quickly looked back up, eyes slightly widening, just to see that he was making eye contact with you. There was a certain gleam in his eyes that told you that he knew exactly what you were looking at.

If that didn't tell you enough, then his next actions did.

Stretching your leg so that your thigh met your chest, he positioned himself so that he was pressing up against you, and your breath hitched once you felt his bulge directly press against your clothed heat.

Shit...he's so close.

"There you go..." He said, his voice dangerously lustful. "Now you're all stretched out for me."

You weren't exactly sure when the switch flipped, and at this point, you didn't care if you were soaking through your leggings or not. You weren't crazy, his voice definitely held some underlying tension there, and neither of you could hide from it.

"Now that you're all stretched out, you can work out safely, no matter how hard."

Next thing you know, your leggings were hanging off of one leg, and your panties were pushed to the side to accommodate for how Taehyun's girth was stretching you out in a completely different way.

Sweat dripped down the strands of his wet hair, and your leg was hiked up on his shoulder, ensuring that you had no way to hide from just how deliciously he was rocking his hips into yours.

It was a caconaphy of hushed moans, grunts and whimpers, the sounds of your bodies colliding. You but your lip harshly to try and silence yourself even though you were pretty sure the gym was empty at this time. Taehyun's cock ruthlessly massaged your g-spot with each thrust, and he groaned in ecstacy as your nails dug into his arms in order to brace yourself.

"Ah- ah- ah-" Staccato moans left your lips as your body jerked each time his tip slammed against that spot within you, his pelvis hitting your clit over and over again.

"Fuck, you're so tight." He groaned, his brows furrowed in concentration, solely focused on fucking you dumb on his cock.

A loud keen ripped from your throat as he slightly adjusted his positioning, his cock hitting so deep inside your fluttering walls. Your hips bucked up and your other leg lifted, the urge to close your legs and run away from the numbing pleasure growing greater.

"Nuh-uh." Taehyun tsked, shaking his head as he roughly spread your legs, his cock pushing deeper inside of you. "C'mon, you can take it. Take this cock." He grunted, gifting you with a particularly harsh thrust that had you reeling.

Your head fell back on the mat underneath you and your thighs shook. You could feel his cock throb inside of you, his low grunts only driving you closer to the edge. You then gasped loudly, your jaw dropping and your body tensing.

"C-cumming, I'm cum-" You stammered out, only to cut yourself off with a high pitched moan that would've been impossible for you to keep in. Your pussy walls clamped around Taehyun's thick shaft like a vice, and he felt like he was seconds away from absolutely losing it at the way your fucked out face contorted into barely concealed pleasure as you creamed all around his cock.

He wrapped his hands around your wrists, holding you down as he pumped faster, his balls tightening as he saw completion on the horizon. "Mmmh, that's it...cum on my cock just like- hah- that." He groaned, his jaw clenching as his blunt nails dug into your wrists, and before he knew it, he couldn't take anymore.

He was quick to pull out of your tight heat, which was almost painful, but that no longer mattered to him, because his hot, thick cum was spurting out of his glistening cock and onto your stomach. The hottest whine left his throat as he came down from his high, his chest heaving up and down, and his eyes darting down to your fucked out form.

A few minutes of comfortable silence passed, the only sound being the low volume of the music playing through the gym speakers and the sound of the both of you catching your breaths.

"Well, uhm..." He suddenly spoke, clearing his throat. You noticed that he was avoiding eye contact, and the tips of his ears were tinted red.

Was he...embarrassed?

You fought the urge to laugh as he continued.

"If you just, uh...do those stretches before every workout, you should be good to go." He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Thanks..." You spoke, your voice a bit hoarse. "For helping me stretch...and for the little present you gave me." You said, referring to his seed that was splattered across your stomach, seeping down to your belly button.

His eyes widened and he choked, almost as if he forgot that he had came on you.

"I'll...deal with that."

[ghouldump]

Fangirl | Lestat De Lioncourt x Reader

ෆ meeting the vampire rockstar goes surprisingly well

here is something short, while waiting on the other posts coming soon :) if this post isn't up around 7/26 its because i hated the fic so much, i went ahead and deleted it

“How does my hair look?” You kept looking into your phone camera, touching your makeup.

“It looks good, what about my outfit?” Cara, your friend, asked.

“You both look fine, I wish you would come on,” her brother, Caleb groaned.

“Seriously, all of this over some guy who claims he’s a vampire,” her boyfriend, Jason, grumbled, out of jealousy.

“You never know, he might be legit, you know there was a book that came out recently-

“Don’t start with your vampire conspiracies, Y/n,” Jason said, rudely, while Caleb snickered.

“Ignore him, even if he’s pretending, he’s sexy, so it doesn’t matter,” Cara laughed, taking your hand as you both entered the stadium.

Sighing, you tried to focus on the concert, and not let Jason’s words get to you. You could be a little sensitive and his words hit a nerve. Cara was the one who introduced Lestat’s music to you, professing he was her celebrity crush. Since then, you couldn’t deny the overwhelming interest you held for him and his outlandish claim that he was a vampire.

When she brought up the concert, you immediately began saving money, not only for the best seats but for a backstage pass. You were ecstatic, and you couldn’t let someone like Jason of all people ruin your night before it started.

Suddenly, the lights began to dim, the crowd began cheering, he was coming. As the music started, he appeared, and everyone screamed wildly. You could hardly move, frozen, mesmerized by his presence. The hair, face, body, skin, he seemed like the embodiment of perfection. Just as his eyes landed on you, you felt like you could melt, your face burning in excitement.

“I think he just looked at me,” Cara told you.

Not saying a word, you kept your eyes on him, watching as he slightly smirked, grabbing the microphone.

“He kept looking at me,” Cara said as you both made your way backstage. Neither Caleb nor Jason were willing to pay the extra money, leaving to wait in the car for the two of you.

"I think he looked at me too," you said, as she frowned, before scoffing.

“I would’ve noticed, he was basically singing to me,” she cheered, as you both approached the line.

Everyone stood, waiting for their autograph or picture, giving Lestat all of their praises, until it was finally your turn.

“Oh my god, could you sign this?” Cara asked as you made eye contact with Lestat. His gaze was intense, making you look at the floor.

Quickly signing Cara’s album, he hadn’t acknowledged her once, already reaching for your hand.

“Hi, I didn’t bring anything, you can sign my arm,” you laughed, as he quickly wrote his signature.

“Thank you, are you actually a vampire?” You asked. Cara stood awkwardly next to you, waiting for you.

“Y/n, why would you ask him-

“I have no reason to lie, Y/n, would you like proof?” He asked, his eyes examining your outfit in approval.

“Yes,” you nodded.

“Why don’t you wait for me?” He pointed towards his dressing room.

“You can’t stay, Caleb and Jason are waiting for us,” Cara told you.

“I will make sure you are home before sunrise, is that alright, ma chèrie?” He asked you, tilting his head.

Nodding, you began to walk into the room, jumping as Cara stumped her feet.

“It’s not fair, I knew your music first,” she told him.

“And I appreciate your support, but I’m afraid you are holding up the line,” he told her, chuckling as she stormed off.

Sitting near the vanity, you received all kinds of messages from Cara. You were tempted to leave, hurt by all the mean things she said, because you chose to stay. You didn’t understand why she was so angry, she had a boyfriend, and you expressed your interest in Lestat as well.

“She’s been jealous of you all along, why do you think she allows her boyfriend to talk to you so rudely?” Lestat asked, rhetorically, taking off the shirt, as soon as he stepped into the room.

“She’s just…a really big fan of yours,” you cleared your throat as he approached.

“Are you a fan?” He asked, leaning on the table in front of you.

“Yes,” you nodded.

“Then how she feels is truly irrelevant,” he chuckled.

“We will be leaving shortly,” he continued, changing into a button-down shirt.

Walking to the opulent convertible, you kept your head down. Fans and Paparazzi all called out his name, yet still, they kept a clear path for him, almost afraid of what would happen, blocking his way. He kept a slight smirk on his face, giving them only enough of his attention that would leave them begging for more.

Getting into the car, he blew them a singular kiss before speeding off. As reckless as he seemed, he was a great driver, and patient, listening to the classical music that played lowly on the radio. Finally, he parked in front of a large house.

“T-this is your home?”

“No, just temporarily, my house is in New Orleans,” he said, nonchalantly, getting out of the car, as you hurriedly followed behind him.

Entering the large house, your eyes wandered up the walls, to the ceiling, admiring the details. Looking back down, you realize that Lestat wasn't walking anymore, staring at you.

“What?” you asked, nervously.

“You've been around that wretched excuse of a friend for too long, you have no reason to be timid, you are a piece of art,” he complimented.

The trait reminded him too much of a certain someone, accepting poor treatment, and constantly being undermined and disrespected. You deserved better, much like his Louis did, and for that he liked you a bit more, perhaps you could be around much longer than he originally planned.

“Thank you,” you said, gulping as he circled around you.

Unconsciously, you backed up, moving away from him, until you bumped into the sofa. As you nearly fell backward, he caught you. Reaching for your jaw, he lifted your head, your eyes meeting his, and instantly, he began his hypnotic voice.

“You don’t have to be shy around me, nervous, anxious, you’re allowed to be as carefree as your mortal heart desires,” he said, his thumb brushing against your lips.

“Okay,” you nodded, before snapping out of the trance.

“Come, ma chèrie, the night is still young,” he told you, holding out his hand. Biting back your smile, you accepted his hand, giggling as he swiftly picked you up, carrying you to the master bedroom.

“Why didn’t you stick with opera?” You asked Lestat, you both lay in his bed, conversing for the last two hours.

“I’m a man of many talents,” he smirked.

“Like pretending to be a vampire,” you stood on your knees, before he pulled you into his lap. Baring his teeth, you gasped for a moment, realizing the fangs were real.

“As stated before, I have no reason to lie, I have been a vampire for over two centuries”

“You’re legit,” you smiled excitedly, as you reached for his teeth, poking the fang.

“You’re more excited than I imagined”

“I hoped you were, that it wasn’t a costume,” you confessed to him.

“To fulfill your fantasies? I see what you think of happening, of doing. For your desires to be made manifest, show me what you want, what your heart calls out to me for,” he told you, kissing your wrist, as you climbed out of the bed.

Undoing your top, as soon as it fell to the floor, Lestat was in front of you. His glass-like nails trailed across your stomach, as he circled you. Pulling you into his embrace, he took in your scent. Goosebumps covered your arms, as you stood pressed against his cold chest.

His hands brushed against your neck, before moving to your breast, cupping them. Closing your eyes, you moaned, as his fangs sank into your neck. The sensation of your blood draining, mixed with the massaging from his hands, the exchange felt better than sex.

Pulling away, you stared into his eyes, your blood all over his mouth. Grabbing your head, he hungrily kissed your lips, picking you up, and carrying you to bed. Stripping the remainder of your clothes, Lestat kissed you as if he'd never been kissed.

“Am I going to die?” you asked, catching his attention.

“All mortals die,” he reminded you, before he went back to kissing your neck, smirking as you moaned.

“Will you turn me?” you asked.

“Not tonight, ma chérie,” he laughed, pulling the blanket over the two of your bodies.

Lestat’s ego was stroked, hearing how much you were turned on by your blood being drunk. So much that he was willing to give you the real thing to compare it to since you thought it was so much better than sex. He wouldn't kill you, not like he had done the others. Your essence was too familiar, and he could already see himself growing attached in the future. He liked you and intended to see you again.

“I hope you sleep well,” you told him, as you went to get out of the car.

“I will and I plan to see you soon, ma chérie,” he told you, watching as you got out of the car, tiredly walking to your front door. The amount of times and positions you had previously experienced didn't even seem humanly possible, leaving you feeling like an entirely new person.

Just as you shut the front door, your phone began ringing. Seeing Cara’s contact, you felt visibly agitated, rolling your eyes before accepting her call.

“Why weren't you answering the phone?” she asked immediately.

“I left it in his car, on accident”

“So, how did it go?” she asked. Thinking of Lestat’s words, you knew better than to share details, when she didn't even want you to go in the first place.

“I don't kiss and tell”

[the-desilittle-bird]

Hi, still madly in love with your stories.😍

Can I request a Daemon Targaryen x Reader?

He and Viserys never fought but he lives on dragonstone and still goes fighting on the Stepstones.

He marries a non-targaryen, like she has red or brown hair, and has three or four children with her that they all have the targaryen looks.

On Driftmark or kingslanding when they visit people gossip about the difference between Rhaenyra boys and Daemon childrens, Viserys finally open his eyes and punish her. Maybe even makes Daemon his hand.

Alicent children are not mean like the show, they get along with their uncle

You decide as always the ending. I trust you! 😉

AN- Guess who is back from the dead??? It’s MEEEE!!!!! Hehehehehehehe. Sorry guys but I will be trying to reply to all the requests and fulfil them. Just have patience with me 🥹

Also I made the reader a Stark 🐺

Thank you for reading and Enjoy!

True Targaryens

Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader

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Summary - (Pretty much the request)

Warnings - None

“My beloved wolf,” Daemon’s pur made her smile as she looked up from her current embroidery. The squeals of their children echoed around them while the Rogue Prince settled beside his wife, his hand curling around her shoulder while he nuzzled his face in her long, brown hair.

He was obsessed with her hair, always nuzzling or touching in one way or another. His obsession translated to some… rougher treatment to her hair in their bed chambers, but that was a story for other times.

“My love.” The squeal of their youngest made the couple turn their attention to him, his bright silver hair shone under the sunlight but while eyes crinkled as he laughed heartily when his little dragon nuzzled his head to his size.

Daemon smiled, chuckling aş heartily watched his four children laugh and play together, much like his own childhood that he spent in King’s Landing and Dragonstone with his brother, Viserys.

“They are growing so fast,” his wife comments wistfully, watching them with a dreamy smile. He only nods, his fingers rubbing circles on the skin of her shoulder. “Indeed, wife.”

Her skin flushed red at his term of endearment, still not used to his open adoration. Her gaze flickered to her husband’s face, watching the sunlight highlight his features in the most beautiful way. He appeared younger when he was here, in Dragonstone, away from the politics of King’s Landing and from the fighting in Stepstones.

“My prince, my princess.” They looked up to find a guard, who bowed before informing them of the mishappening in Driftmark. Lady Laena Velaryon had commanded her dragon, Vhagar, to burn her when the complications of childbirth kicked in.

The former lady Stark sighs. She did not know Lady Laena personally, but she had lost her mother in childbirth and being a mother herself, she was aware of the pain and suffering it brought— even if all her children came easily.

“We need to pay our tribute,” she whispered gently, making Daemon nod before he commanded the guard, “prepare for sailing to Driftmark.”

“Brother!” There was no limit to Viserys’ happiness at seeing his younger sibling and his not-so-little family. The brown haired lady stood by her husband’s side dutifully with a small smile, one hand curled around the shoulder of her eldest, Aegon, while another sat comfortably in the crook of Daemon’s elbow.

Saera, Daemon’s only girl, stood with an elegance that reflected her mother’s. Her own silver hair curled into a Northern design, adorned with small pearls. Her deep crimson dress brought out her hair and highlighted her developing curves.

Daeron and Rhaegar were twins, opposite to each other in personality yet they looked almost the same, except for their eye colour. Daeron spotted the lavender of the Targaryens while his brother had inherited the dark hues of the North.

“Your graces,” their mother dipped in a curtsy, her eyes crinkling at the sight of her once beloved friend and the Queen, Alicent Hightower. The second Queen mirrors the smile, “Princess.”

“How your family has grown,” Viserys remarks, shaking Aegon’s hand, patting Saera’s hair affectionately before smiling down at the twins. “The Princes and Princess has grown significantly since the last time you all visited,” Alicent agrees with a smile, hugging her best friend and sister-in-law.

“I don’t see your children,” the she-wolf said, looking around to spot her niece and nephews. “They couldn’t wait to meet their cousins,” Alicent informed, before gesturing to the shore where Laena’s last rites were to take place. “It was hard to ask them to stay there while we welcomed you.”

“Can we go now? I wish to meet Aemond,” whined Saera, tugging gently on her mother’s gown, who laughed in response. “Of course, my dear.” She turned to look at her husband, whose face had hardened.

“Let’s go.” And indeed, they proceeded to the shoreline while Daemon’s wife tugged him away from the rest, smiling mischievously. “Don’t look so grim at the mention of Aemond.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “She will not marry anyone until she is thirty.”

His wife snorts in response, nodding mockingly. But all the teasing and joy evaporated when they saw Rhaenyra and her children, who were rumoured to be the sons of Ser Harwin Strong. At first, the Lady Stark had dismissed them as rumours but now, seeing them with her own eyes, she couldn’t deny the truth that glared upon her. Her own children with Daemon looked more Targaryen than Rhaenyra’s.

And by the looks of the whisper that followed the arrival of Daemon’s family, everyone had noticed the remarkable difference in the younger generation. While Jace and Luke looked nothing like a Targaryen, Daemon’s four children were the spitting image of their house.

“Aunt Stark!” The said woman turns and is instantly hugged by her niece, Helaena. Her fingers slip into the silver strand as she kneeled beside the princess, greeting her with a big smile and a kiss on her forehead.

“Helaena! How you have grown!” From the corner of her eyes, she saw Aemond engulfing Saera in a hug, both of them chuckling. Maybe Daemon’s wish of his daughter not marrying soon would remain only a wish.

The entire time the rituals went on, they could hear the whispered words, pointing out the differences. Flickering eyes of the nobles and the judgmental gaze glaring at the Velaryon— or rather, the Strong —boys. Even Viserys watched with melancholy eyes as Daemon’s blood greeted Rhaenyra’s.

Whispers continued even in the meeting after the rituals, people proclaiming Daemon’s children as ‘True Targaryens’ while Rhaenyra had diluted her blood with dead Strong.

The summon from the King was startling, calling a gathering of his family in the throne room. He stood on the raised dias, his gaze cold and posture rigid as he waited for everyone to arrive.

Alicent stood to his left, along with her children. Her gaze calculative and questioning as she looked at her father, the Hand, who was equally unaware.

Daemon and his family arrived early, standing on the left of the King. They were all equally unaware but quite unaffected by the sudden summons.

Rhaenyra and her boys were the last to arrive. Laenor nowhere in sight.

“I have summoned you all here because today, I have recognised my mistake.” The King’s eyes flickered over everyone before he looked at his wife. “You have time and again, tried to make me see the truth but I was blindfolded by my love. But now I see.”

He turned to Daemon. “Your children with Lady Stark— a Non-Valyrian woman —appear more Targaryen than-” he looked at Rhaenyra and her boys “- your sons with Ser Laenor. For years, I have defended you! For years, I bent the law! And how did you repay me?”

Viserys stepped down the dais, glaring at his only child. “One was a mistake, two might be coincidence, but THREE children?! All with brown, curly hair and features that resembled not their supposed father but the Commander of the City Watch?”

Rhaenyra flinched, taking a step forward while she pushed her two children behind her. “Father-” “No! Do you take me for a fool? Or a blind?” He sneered while tears gathered in the corner of his eyes. “I, Viserys of House Targaryen, First of his Name and King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, banish Rhaenyra Targaryen and her children from my court.”

The silence was deafening, as if everything stopped. Slowly, Rhaenyra’s eyes widened as she turned to ask for help, but no one replied, too astonished to react.

“And I name Daemon Targaryen the new Hand of the King.” The loudest gasp came from the wife of the new Hand, who turned to gauge her husband’s reaction. But Daemon was shocked, too shocked to even nod or bow. His eyes flickered between his brother and a surprised Otto before a smirk appeared.

With proud strides, he approached Otto with one of his hand stretched out. “I assume you have something of mine.” If looks could kill, Daemon would have died that day. Begrudgingly, the former Hand of the King placed the badge in Daemon’s extended hand, bowing to the King before stomping away.

Once the door shut behind the former hand, the Prince turned to his brother with slightly wide eyes. The King only nodded with a smile that covered his whole face.

“To new beginnings.” Viserys said.

Daemon only nodded, repeating the words while looking at his wife, the biggest grin in place.

“To new beginnings.”

[midnightwritingsessions]

Found in the crowd

Summary: while singing along to your favourite bands concert someone interrupts you to ask for a cigarette light, someone you recognise to be Louis Tomlinson. This chance encounter turns into navigating the line between a friendship and a relationship. [1.7k]

Requested

Masterlist

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The bass thumped through the crowd, reverberating through your chest as you swayed to the beat, totally absorbed in the music. Tonight was a rare treat, a chance to see one of your favorite indie bands live and you were fully in the moment, drink in hand and grin plastered on your face. Suddenly, a voice cut through the crowd, close enough that it startled you. “Excuse me, love, you wouldn’t happen to have a light, would you?” You turned, raising an eyebrow at the man beside you. Dressed down in a hoodie, beanie pulled low, he looked casual enough to blend in with the crowd, but even in the dim concert lighting, you knew who he was. Louis Tomlinson. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, an easygoing grin tugging at his lips as he waited for your response.

You didn’t gawk or fangirl-just shrugged with a bit of a smirk. “A bit risky, don’t you think? Asking strangers in a crowd? Could’ve blown your cover” you teased, raising an eyebrow as you fished a lighter out of your pocket. “But here you go- seeing as I’m feeling charitable tonight”. He chuckled, leaning in close to light his cigarette, glancing up at you with a half-grin. “Charitable, are you? Guess I’m lucky to run into a good Samaritan like yourself” he replied, exhaling smoke slowly. “Didn’t expect to get help this easily”. “Is that so?” you shot back, leaning against the railing beside him. “You think you’re stealthy out here, do you? Just blending in with the crowd?” Louis shrugged, the corners of his mouth quirking up. “Thought I might get away with it. ‘Til I bumped into you, at least”.

“Well, it’s not every day a pop star talks to you at a concert” you replied, a little smirk playing at your lips. “Lucky for you, I’m not one to make a fuss”. His eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and surprise. “So you know who I am, then?”

“Maybe” you replied, nonchalantly. “Don’t worry, though no fainting, no selfies. But if you plan on asking for lighters all night, you might get recognized sooner or later”. He laughed, clearly enjoying your calm response. “Fair enough” he said, running a hand through his hair. “I’m just here to see the band, same as you. Needed a break from the madness, y’know?”. “Can’t say I blame you” you replied, glancing up at the stage. “Good music, dim lights, nobody staring at you. Well, almost nobody” you added with a grin. “Touché” he replied, chuckling again as he leaned back, watching you with newfound interest.

“So” he continued, after a pause, “you come to these gigs often, then?” You shrugged, crossing your arms as you took in the lively crowd. “When I can. There’s something about being in a crowd, everyone just here to listen and let loose. Nothing like it”. He nodded, a thoughtful look passing over his face. “Couldn’t agree more. It’s why I got into music in the first place, this whole feeling” He gestured vaguely at the stage, the lights, the crowd, before his gaze settled on you. “But you, you seem like you’re usually on this side of things, yeah? No singing in your future?”. “Oh, I’d clear this crowd out faster than the fire alarm” you joked, making him laugh again, that easy, warm laugh that felt entirely unfiltered. You weren’t sure if it was the hum of the music or the easygoing way he kept his attention on you, but somehow, it was effortless to talk to him. He made you feel like you were both just two people in a crowd, no fame, no pretense.

As the concert continued, Louis stayed nearby, leaning over every now and then with a funny comment about the band or the other people in the crowd. The conversation flowed effortlessly, a natural back-and-forth that surprised you both. It was just easy, comfortable. And maybe you didn’t realize it at the time, but something about it felt electric, sparking with possibility.

When the show finally ended and the crowd began to disperse, Louis lingered, giving you a once-over with a crooked smile. “So, reckon I could buy you a drink? Least I can do for interrupting your night”. You shrugged, pretending to consider it. “Alright, but only if you promise not to bug me for a cigarette light again”. “Deal” he laughed, holding his hands up in surrender. And just like that, you ended up at a small pub down the street, sitting across from Louis Tomlinson, nursing a drink, and feeling more relaxed than you would’ve thought possible. He had a talent for keeping things light, steering the conversation in such a way that, for a while, you forgot he was famous, and he was just Louis. Quick-witted, grounded, a bit of a troublemaker.

Over the next several weeks, you found yourself falling into an unexpected friendship. Louis was relentless in reaching out, texting you a steady stream of memes, random observations, and updates from his chaotic life on the road. Sometimes, he’d send a quick, ‘Hey, you free for a pint?’ when he was in town, and you’d find yourself saying yes more often than not. With each hangout, you got to know more of him, not just the public persona, but Louis as a real person. You learned he liked his tea with way too much sugar, that he loved late-night drives with the music cranked up, and that he could spend hours debating the best takeout in the city. In turn, he got to know you the quirks, the sense of humor, the dreams you were still sorting out.

One night, you were at his place, watching some terrible rom-com on his couch. He nudged you, smirking. “Alright, serious question, how do you put up with me always roping you into these?” You shrugged, rolling your eyes. “Someone’s gotta keep you in line. Besides” you added with a grin, “it’s not like I have anything better to do with my time”. He feigned offense. “Oh, so I’m just here to cure your boredom?” You nudged him back. “Something like that” a sly grin forming on your face.

The two of you stayed like that, side by side, a comfortable silence settling between you as the movie droned on. Every now and then, you’d catch him glancing at you out of the corner of your eye, a soft, unreadable expression on his face. But every time it felt like it might shift toward something more, he’d pull back with a joke or an excuse, and you’d remind yourself that you were just friends.

Then, one evening, he invited you to yet another concert. It was a chilly night, and as you stood outside the venue waiting for him, you caught sight of him crossing the street, hands shoved into his pockets, a crooked smile lighting up his face when he saw you.

“Didn’t think you’d actually come” he teased. “You doubting me, Tomlinson?” you shot back, raising an eyebrow. “Not at all” he said, grinning as he held out his arm for you to link with his. “Just always expect you to bail last minute”. You rolled your eyes, slipping your arm through his. “Well, tonight, you’re stuck with me”. Throughout the concert, Louis stayed by your side, his presence warm and reassuring amid the packed crowd. At one point, he leaned down close, his mouth near your ear. “This is the best part” he whispered, nodding toward the stage. He was watching the band, but you were looking at him, taking in the way he lit up at the music, totally in his element. And for a brief moment, he caught your gaze, his smile softening as his eyes locked with yours.

Later, after the concert, you found yourselves walking down empty streets, your arms still linked. The city lights reflected in the puddles from a recent rain, casting a soft glow over everything. “Been meaning to tell you” Louis murmured, his voice quieter than usual. “These past few weeks... meeting you has been one of the best surprises”. You felt your cheeks warm, laughing softly. “Are you just saying that to keep me coming to concerts with you?” He shook his head, his gaze steady on yours. “No. I mean it”. There was something in his expression that made your heart race, a vulnerability you hadn’t seen before. And as the silence stretched, the words hung between you both, unspoken but understood. The two of you continued walking, the distance between you smaller, the tension thicker than ever. You didn’t rush anything, didn’t push for more than he was ready to give. But in the weeks that followed, everything shifted. He’d hold your hand for a second too long, look at you with a glint of something more than friendship, and each time you felt your heart falling a little harder.

One night, he invited you over to his place, insisting on cooking dinner. It was a simple meal, but the gesture felt intimate, almost like a first date, even if neither of you said it out loud. As you cleared the dishes, he turned, his eyes soft as he watched you. “Been thinking about us” he admitted quietly, running a hand through his hair. “Trying to figure out how I got so lucky meeting you that night”. Your heart skipped, but you kept your voice steady, your own smile creeping in. “Guess the universe has a funny way of working things out”. He stepped closer, the air between you charged. “Think maybe the universe is giving me a nudge” he murmured, his fingers brushing yours. With a soft smile, he leaned in, his lips finding yours in a kiss that felt like it had been waiting forever. It was gentle and lingering, filled with the promise of every moment that had led you here. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his smile mirroring your own.

“About time, yeah?” he whispered, his eyes bright. You laughed, nodding as you held him close.

“Worth the wait, though,” you said, while he pressed another soft kiss to your forehead. And in that moment, everything felt like it finally fell into place.

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[princessbrunette]

jj is so funny because he doesn’t even pick up on half the looks you’re giving him.

he’s always oblivious for a little while, tugging you around with him on a pogue mission only a few hours after he made you cream on his dick so hard you cried. you’re quiet, uncharacteristically so — not even intervening like you usually would when he pipes up with a dumb idea. you physically can’t. you can’t see any of his faults like this, only latching on harder to his charisma and the way he can command the groups attention at the drop of a hat.

you’ll take any excuse to touch him, giving him the big doe eyes as you cling to his bicep listening to him ramble. “look, i’m tellin’ you guys — it’s a solid idea. we got nothin’ else so i suggest y’all listen to me, honestly.” he clucks in that slightly southern accent that makes your tummy get warm. john b sighs, turning his attention to you.

“you allowing this?” he asks and you simply nod, unable to offer anything but a hazy smile.

when arriving to the abandoned building you were meant to be investigating, you get separated for a little bit — much to your devastation. you wait outside on look out with kie and sarah, whilst the boys check out the inside. jj flips a torch in his hand, chipper as ever as he strolls through the building, looking around.

his two friends eye eachother before speaking up.

“so, uh… jayj, i hate to be the one to tell you that you’re totally blind, but i think your little fangirl out there has been craving a little something from you.” john b arrives at his side, addressing the elephant in the room that the blonde seemed unaware of.

“what are you yappin’ about, dude?” jj is distracted, lifting a cover off some old tools lying around on the floor, making a mental note of how they might help them in a jam.

“your girlfriend looks like she’s constantly about to jump your bones.” pope calls bluntly from behind, a few strides back. jj’s attention is captured and he blinks at the two boys who stare at him with knowing smiles. he glances between the two of them before shaking his head.

“oh, nah — gave it to her real good this morning. had her cryin’ on it n’shit. ain’t no way she’s goin’ again, atleast until tomorrow.” he converses casually as they continue down the creaky path. john b and pope look at eachother with clear realisation on their faces, and the brunette slaps his shoulder.

“so that’s what that face is about… okay. she’s uh… dickmatised, man.” he presses his lips together in a smug smile and jj raises an eyebrow.

“cant just make up words, dude. its not fair. some of us struggle with regular words let alone that bullshit.”

“look, all we’re saying is we are proud of you jj. you’ve clearly been putting in the work.” pope teases making john b chuckle, nudging his arm against your boyfriends.

“y’all are so weird. but yes, for a matter of fact, i have.”

once reunited with you, he can’t hold back his own smirk, tonguing at the healing cut on his lip at the way you agree with just about anything he says, constantly reaching to run your hands along his skin. he finds fun in teasing you, purposely flustering you because he can, turning his whole body to face you and imposing in your space.

“damn, lil’ bitta’ dick and you get shy on me? thats actually very cute. i’m flattered.”

maybe you could go again, after all.

[orimuraa]

જ⁀➴ ♡ This is our 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡 love - Nishimura Riki

(synopsis) ♧ y/l/n y/n was a sweet hufflepuff who had fallen for the devil, or in this case—nishimura riki. he was a slytherin who had quite a reputation in hogwarts but even though everyone told y/n to stay away from him, she just couldn’t. but he would never fall for her…right? ⋆⭒˚.⋆

slytherin!nishimura riki x hufflepuff!reader ♧ some angst, fluff ♧ catcalling (once), cursing, riki saves reader from some gross guys, a kiss at the end ♧ she fell first but he fell harder ♧ wc 2.1k

y/l/n y/n was one of the sweetest, kindest, soft-hearted people you will ever meet in your life. she belonged in hufflepuff and the sorting hat didn’t even need to touch her head before knowing that she was a hufflepuff.

nishimura riki was one of the most cold-hearted, snarky people you will ever meet. he had a huge reputation in hogwarts as the slytherin. he was always surrounded by his group of friends and a trail of fangirls following, wishing for even just a small glance their way—that never happened.

so when these two polar opposites cross paths, will they be able to get along? or will they ignore one another and continue living their lives separately?

the cold, winter air reminded y/n that the holidays were just around the corner, and so were the exams. she had been studying every second she got, preparing for the exams before her nice, long break.

as she walked through the gates, into the quidditch field, she saw the slytherin team gathered on the field. deciding to ignore them, y/n pulled her scarf closer to her face, and passed by.

“hey princess, why don’t you meet me at the common room later tonight and i can show you a great time!” one of the players called out. y/n winced at the harsh words but tried to ignore them, picking up her pace.

“hey! i’m talking to you!” geez, he wouldn’t give up. she turned on her heel, facing the quidditch team, hoping the guy would leave her alone after she looked at him and politely declined. instead of just one guy, she was faced by three, slowly moving closet to her and it gave her the ick.

"don't you know when someone's talking to you?" one of the three guys grunted. y/n recognized one of them as blaise zabini, one of nishimura riki's friends.

before the three could get any closer, a voice cut them off.

"yah! come on, we have practice to continue. stop being perverts and leave the girl alone," y/n recognized that deep, husky voice. it belonged to nishimura riki. great, i'm screwed now, she thought to herself.

"you okay?" a voice surprised her and looking up to see who it was, she was greeted with the handsome face of nishimura riki.

"y-yeah. thanks for helping me.." she murmured, suddenly feeling shy under the piercing gaze. the boy just nodded before walking away, back to practice.

y/n was now intrigued. she wanted to know what riki was actually like instead of perceiving him based off of rumors other students had told her.

but since they were the exact opposite of each other, it might be hard for y/n to get closer to him.

the following day, y/n was in her usual spot in the library, her nose tucked into the book she was focused on. however, she must've been so concentrated that she didn't notice the person sitting in the chair across from her.

it wasn't until the person placed their books down that y/n noticed their presence, jumping in her seat slightly.

"oh hi again! sorry, i didn't see you," she said, offering a warm smile to the boy across from her. once again, she ran into nishimura riki but this time, in a place she didn't expect to see him. he just nodded before pretending to study.

riki wasn't exactly a huge fan of the academics, but he was able to barely pass his classes. but after that interaction he had with this mysterious girl yesterday, he was intrigued to learn more about her.

he asked one of his teammates who the girl was and that's where he learned her name. y/l/n y/n.

he did know who she was because everyone in the hogwarts knows of "hufflepuff's sweethearts" which was a group of girls who were nothing but sweet and kind. y/n in particular though was the most popular out of all of them because people found her extra kind.

but the thing that shocked everyone once they get to know her better was the fact that she didn’t have a boyfriend. all of the other girls in the group have their partners but y/n doesn't. everyone is usually shocked by it because she's the kindest, yet she hasn't gotten a boyfriend yet.

it wasn't that no one had crushes on her—they did—but because y/n believed that none of them were the one for her.

y/n had been noticing riki more and more and she was starting to think it wasn't just a coincidence.

he would show up in the library at the same times y/n would, sitting right across from her and just reading a textbook. or he would purposefully seek her out and then "accidentally" bump into her.

riki was confused though. why was she making his heart feel this way? what were all these feelings he felt whenever he caught a glimpse of y/n?

y/n was going through a similar crisis as riki. she's never had a crush before so she wouldn't exactly know what to feel if she did have one, but she was sure that the feelings she felt whenever she would catch the gaze of riki was what a crush felt like. her heart would flutter when their eyes met, and she would quickly look away, turning into a blushing mess.

as the two of them lay in their own beds, one question lingered in their heads..am i in love?

this was driving riki absolutely insane now. he had come to the realization that he did in fact like y/n but how would he ever have a shot with her when people around her were telling her to stay away from riki cause he's "bad news". he prayed that she didn't listen to what they had to say about him and maybe had feelings for him as well?

y/n was going mad. left and right, she had people telling her to stay away from nishimura riki either because it was out of her well-being or it was some of riki's fangirls. she had accepted the fact that nishimura riki was her first crush but with the amount of people coming up to her everyday, she was getting very tired of it.

"hey wait up!" y/n stopped and turned around at the sound of a deep voice calling out to her. there, she was greeted with riki’s handsome face, a soft smile on his face.

“oh? hi riki, did you need something?” y/n asked, shuffling her feet around nervously. she noticed a couple of people whispering on the sides and sending judgmental looks towards her way. it sent a shiver town her spine.

“oh uhh no, i just wanted to ask you something,” riki replied awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

“go ahead!” y/n smiled brightly. god did that do something to riki.

“umm..yeah so, i was wondering if you maybe wanted to go on a date?…with me?…i know we don’t really know each other, but i just..” riki mumbled the last bit, not exactly knowing what else to say.

this was most definitely not what y/n was expecting. in all honesty, y/n didn’t even know what to expect. but definitely not this.

“no no no! i mean- yes! i will, i do want to!” y/n blurted.

“really? how about you meet me in the slytherin common rooms tomorrow at 12?” his eyes brightened, realizing that he was finally able to get the girl of his dreams.

“that sounds good! see you tomorrow then!” y/n smiled, probably as red as a tomato.

as the two parted ways, y/n noticed how whispers followed her everywhere she went. she only then realized that it was all because she agreed to a date with nishimura riki. the school’s “bad boy”.

today was the day of her date. all of y/n’s friends told her that even though they were unsure about riki, they trusted her and her decisions.

they helped her get ready, making sure that she was drop dead gorgeous. y/n could feel the butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. she was so nervous yet excited.

as she made her way over to the slytherin common rooms, she heard a couple of voices, making her pause before entering.

“oh come on nishimura, you’re not actually gonna date that hufflepuff. i don’t even know what you see in her besides for her pretty face,” y/n recognized the voice as draco malfoy’s. maybe he was right. why was riki even going on a date with her? it wasn’t like they even had much interactions with each other. was that all she was? a pretty face who was easy an easy game to play?

before she could realize, tears were pricking at her eyes. but she wanted to wait for riki to defend her. to say that he actually did like her too and he wanted this. but she never heard him speak up. the silence was deafening and each passing second of silence was like a stab to her heart.

she turned to scurry off, but of course, her foot just had to hid the door and make a noise, catching the attention of all the boys in the room.

“shit- it’s 12- fuck, y/n wait!” but riki was too late. he caught a glimpse of her glossy eyes before she ran off. fuck. there goes all his chances with her.

“uh oh. looks like nishimura’s girl heard-”

“shut the fuck off malfoy!” riki spat, ready to fuck him up. the pure anger in riki’s eyes were enough to shut draco up for good. “keep y/n’s names out of your filthy mouths or i’ll be sure to fuck you up.” he seethed before running out of the room and trying to make things right.

y/n was sat under the quidditch field bleachers, her head tucked into her knees, feeling so stupid and ashamed of herself. mostly because she had fallen for nishimura riki. what else was expected of him? of course he didn't actually like her. silent tears rolled down her cheeks as she bundled up her sleeve to wipe them away.

"y/n?? y/n are you here?" a voice startled her. his voice. y/n didn't know whether she wanted to hear him out or not. would she be able to face the harsh reality?

gathering whatever energy she had left, she pushed herself up and out from beneath the bleachers. riki immediately saw her and ran to her, praying she would hear him out.

"y/n! please let me explain! it's just draco running his mouth again! i promise this was genuine!" he begged. at this point, he would do anything for your forgiveness.

"is it true?...that you only got with me cause i was easy?" y/n whispered, afraid that if she spoke any louder, she would crumble.

"no! never! i swear that all my feelings were genuine. i know i shouldn't have let malfoy say all that shit about you. you're so much more than a pretty face, you have such a sweet and kind personality and you let me feel like an actual person rather than the reputation i've made for myself." riki rambled, running a hand through his hair.

y/n let those words sink in. so he really did like her back.

"you like me back?" she asked, finally making eye contact with the boy. riki could've sworn his heart almost broke when he locked eyes with your red and puffy eyes caused by tears. tears he caused to fall.

"i like you so much y/l/n y/n. and i mean it," he said softly, bringing a hand up to y/n's face and brushing the hair out of her face.

it's like time has stopped when I am next to you

riki slowly moved in closer to y/n, a hand wrapping around her waist.

it’s like a black hole in another dimension

the connection between the two was strong and y/n knew that he had to be the one she was waiting for all these years.

anomaly, like before light and space

the soft lighting of the sun hidden behind the clouds made the moment more surreal.

you are my absolute law, more significant than gravity

"can i kiss you?" riki whispered onto y/n's lips, their faces only centimeters apart.

a love that goes beyond words

"yes," and with that, riki smashed his lips against y/n's, their lips fitting together like puzzle pieces.

this is our paranormal love

the kiss was so soft yet filled with feeling. riki wanted to let y/n know how much he actually loved her. how much he's been wanting to do this.

more than normal love

y/n and riki stood under the bleachers, sharing a kiss full of love and passion. they were at the place where it all started. the quidditch field.

you arе my paranormal love

pulling away breathless, the two smiled so brightly. riki rested his forehead against y/n's, closing his eyes to savor this feeling and moment.

maybe falling for nishimura riki wasn't such a bad thing after all.

whew! here it is in all it's glory! i hope you all enjoyed this! if you did, please reblog and like! i appreciate it so much <3

for dani, congrats on 3k my love! it's such a huge accomplishment and it's crazy how much you've grown as a writer! i remember reading everyone's works for your 1k and 2k event and i'm so happy that i get to write a work myself for your 3k event! i can't wait to see you continue to grow here on blr <3 congrats once again dani!

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[lovexdeepspace]

All the Love and Deepspace boys react when you make a homemade scarf for them?

Thank you very much and hope all is well.

“made with love.”

summary; a gift is best when it comes from the heart.

warnings; none! enjoy the sweetness <3

note; aaaaa some fluff to break the angst cycle !! ty for the sweet request !!

( to be formatted in the future )

a box awaits each of the boys, wrapped neatly with a note attatched.

rafayel…

… immediately calls you, panicking that some crazed fangirl or someone he wronged in the past has found his address.

“what if it’s a bomb?” he shouts into the phone, peering through the crack in his front door at the box. “or worse! what if it’s some woman’s used underwear?!”

you fail to contain your laughter on the other end of the call, covering your mouth as you double over.

“how can you laugh in such dire times?” rafayel wails, clutching the phone to his ear. “this isn’t funny!”

after a moment you were finally able to compose yourself and say, “the box is from me, dumbass. i dropped it off on my way to work this morning. i tried to give it to you personally but someone wouldn’t answer the door.”

cue a sheepish chuckle from rafayel as he opens his front door and stoops down to open the gift then and there. he smiles to himself as he finds a blue hand knit scarf sitting in the box, his fingers running gently along the material.

“it’s so soft,” he says softly and you laugh again, amused by his genuine reaction. “i’m putting it on and never taking it off.”

“so dramatic,” you mumble, cradling the phone between your shoulder and ear as you pick up your book once more. the line went silent and you quirk a brow. “rafayel?”

your phone buzzes and you pull it away from your shoulder to find three image attachments sent your way with more piling in every second. each photo is one of rafayel in a different, exaggerated pose with the scarf wrapped around his neck. you laugh at his theatrics and save a couple to your camera roll before shooting him a quick text.

you look like a dork.

he answers immediately, as to be expected from your clingy artist:

i think i look amazing

xavier…

… opens the box as soon as he pulls it in his apartment without a single concern. if anyone could handle some danger, it’s him, so why worry?

the yellow scarf is soft in his lap as he reads the card you wrote for him, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. he sets the little card aside and wraps the scarf loosely around his shoulders before pushing himself off his couch, sending you a text that he’s coming over.

it doesn’t take long for him to arrive at your front door or for him to fish out the spare key you had given him, unlocking the door and pushing his way in. xavier shuffles into your apartment, leaving his shoes by the door as he calls out your name. he moves from the main room to your bedroom, finding you sprawled out on your bed. without a second thought he crawls into bed beside you, startling you awake.

“huh — wha? xavier?” you lay back down, groaning. “scared the shit outta me.”

xavier hums and pulls you into his embrace, your face burying in his chest. “i got your gift and needed to come say thank you.”

“you couldn’t have just texted me?” you ask sleepily, wrapping your arms around his midsection. “you’re welcome, by the way. tara taught me how to knit and she gave me some extra yarn. i thought the color would suit you.”

you pull back a little and eye the scarf around his neck before adding, “it does suit you.”

xavier nods in agreement, kissing your forehead. “you have a good eye.”

zayne…

… completely forgets about the gift. one day he comes into the office to find a box on his desk and makes a mental note to open it after his first patient.

then one patient becomes two back to back emergency surgeries and by the time that was all complete it was well into the night. finally having a second to himself, zayne plops down on his couch and leans his head back. his eyes finally close only to snap open again at a knock on his door.

“zayne, i brought you some dinner,” you say as you open the door to his office. he lets out a sigh of relief and relaxes once more as you shut the door behind you, setting the lunchbox on his desk. “oh! you still haven’t opened it?”

“opened what?” zayne asks, turning his head slightly to look at you. you pick up the gift on his desk and hold it out to him. “oh, that. i assume it’s from you, then?”

you nod excitedly and place the box on his lap. “go on, open it!”

“i’m sorry, today’s been a hectic day,” zayne apologizes as he carefully opens the box. the stress melts away as he looks into the box at a black hand-knit scarf with a small smile. “you made this?”

you take a seat next to him, reaching over and grabbing the scarf out of the box as he reads the card. “i did! and since you’re mr. jack frost over here, i think a scarf is the perfect accessory! do you like it?”

you wrap it haphazardly around his shoulders and zayne sets the card down on the coffee table before fixing it around his neck.

“out of all the gifts you’ve given me over the years, i think this one might just be my favorite,” he replies, placing a hand on your knee as he leans forward and presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. “thank you, sunshine.”