#my boyfriend made me memorize that stupid word -__-

[andronauts]

tbh, german grammar is so weird.

as someone who’s been learning german for almost a year now, i have to say, german grammar is just so weird…

every language in the world expresses sentences with subjects, verbs and objects. not necessarily in the same order, but they will generally pick an order. english for example uses Subject-Verb-Object (or i’ll say SVO)

I eat food (I - subject, eat - verb, food - object). and this pretty much applies all the time.

other languages might use SOV, or VSO, or any other combination. but german is just. so weird because they don’t follow any one sentence structure at all. they split verbs into two, they rearrange where the verb goes, they put the verbs back together, sometimes it’s at the beginning of the sentence, sometimes it’s at the end. you can have the subject at the start of the sentence, but also you could have the object at the start of the sentence too! why not! for example:

ENG: I’m learning German (SVO), because I have a German boyfriend. (SVO)

nice, simple! subject verb object all around :).

now let’s look at the german translation for this same sentence!

GER: ich lerne Deutsch (SVO), weil ich einen deutschen Freund habe (SOV).

because of the connective WEIL we now have to put the VERB at the end of the sentence.

this is true for other connectives too (ie. wenn)

okay, so wenn (in eng, “when”/“if”) puts the verb at the end so lets see an example of that

ENG: when I eat chocolate (SVO), I am happy (SVO)

oh that’s lovely :) yay! SVO and SVO! its just so simple. now let’s look jn german

GER: wenn ich Schokolade esse (SOV), bin ich glücklich (VSO)

oh so now BIN (in eng, “am”) is at the start? oh… okay I guess!

if we swap the english sentences around, the sentence becomes “I am happy, when I eat chocolate”, which generally means the same thing as the original sentence.

however, if we swap the sentences around in German, it becomes a question. ,“bin ich glücklich, wenn ich Schokolade esse?” since the verb is at the beginning of the sentence, we are now posing a question. “am I happy, when I eat chocolate?” instead.

if we wanted to retain the same meaning, we go back to SVO to become “ich bin glücklich, wenn ich Schokolade esse.”

and now for the last example is that you can swap around Object and Subject in the sentence order and it will make sense and mean the same thing as well?

ENG: I am cooking sausage (SVO)

GER: ich koche Würstchen (SVO)

GER: Würstchen koche ich (OVS)

however if u did that in english it would just be “sausage is cooking me” or “sausage is cooking I” which doesn’t really make any sense at all and you sound crazy. but no, it’s completely valid and normal to just swap word order in German because. you just can?

and I haven’t even talked about split verbs or sentences with two+ verbs yet (I want to eat chocolate) where in english, both the verbs still remain in the SVO sentence structure. but in german it’s just a whole other set of rules to wrap your head around (ich will Schokolade essen) where ich is I - subject, will - “want” (verb), Schokolade is the object (chocolate), and essen is the second verb (to eat). like ? it’s just at the end of the sentence now? literally no other language does this I think

in general most languages will pick one order but german is just so damn weird bc they just switch it up whenever they want just becuz okay german and dont even get me started on split and reflexive verbs 🤦🏻

[moneypowerglorymiddleofmiami]

— trickentine જ⁀➴♡ pt.2

pairing: luke castellan x aphrodite!reader

summary: after lord eros' silly little trick, you're now forced to deal with the consequences— more specifically, in the form of a lovestruck luke castellan.

warnings: tons of corny pick-up lines

genre: still very much a romcom

part 1

note: thank you, thank you! all your support for pt.1 means the world to me! really, i couldn't be more grateful 𖹭 i hope you think this brings justice to the first half 𖹭

─── ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . ───

“What do you mean you can’t do anything?” You suppressed the urge to shriek, settling for gritted emphasis instead. You crossed your arms across your chest, your foot tapping impatiently against the wooden floorboards of the Big House.

“Exactly what it means.” Chiron responded, looking at Luke with more amusement rather than concern.

“But he's under a spell,” You reasoned in disbelief. You might have spilled over your words while you explained the rundown to Chiron, but they were coherent enough to at least get that point across.

“It’ll wear off eventually, kid.” Mr. D downed an entire can of diet soda in one go before procuring another one in his outstretched hand. He snickered at the intent puppy eyes Luke was giving you. “That type of love magic won’t last long. Best to let it run its course than tamper with it.”

“But–” You wanted to argue before Mr. D stopped you. He pushed his feet up on his desk.

“Look, at least this proves that your boyfriend actually loves you.” He gave you a pointed look. What does that even mean? “Now, leave.”

You huffed indignantly, but decided against speaking further. You begrudgingly turned around and pulled Luke up by his arm, guiding him towards the narrow hallway that led to the foyer.

“When did I become your boyfriend?” Luke huddled closer to you, whispering as you made your way to the front door.

“You didn’t.” You told him plainly. You shook your head. “You aren’t.”

“Yet.” He responded, his tone a bit mischievous but his gaze sure and determined.

─── ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . ───

You leaned your elbows against the table of the crowded Arts and Crafts Center, your chin resting against the pad of your thumbs. You studied Luke with a contemplating gaze.

“I hit you with one of Eros’ arrows.” You told him. This was hardly the proper place to have this conversation, but the rest of the Aphrodite cabin practically hauled you to the building to begin Valentinkering? Valenmaking? (whatever in Tartarus they decided to call it this year).

“Well, I guess you could say I’ve been lovestruck by you.” He said, giving you a stupid little wink as he mirrored your posture.

“Gods, Luke. That was corny as hell.” You flushed almost as crimson as the container of beads in front of you. “Also, I’m serious.”

“And who said I wasn’t?” He challenged. He smirked against his fist, wiggling his eyebrows.

You snorted. “The fact that you’re under some valentine voodoo makes all your intentions questionable.”

“You wound me.” He feigned offense, pouting as he clutched at the fabric of his shirt above his chest. “To be fair, my train of thought has always been questionable when it comes to you.”

“Again: unimpressed.” You buried your face into your hands, the second hand embarrassment of his poor attempt at flirting was overwhelmingly potent. Besides, it was difficult not to react when he looked at you so intently, like he was trying to memorize every minute detail of you.

“On a more serious note, I do remember the whole arrow thing.” He told you, his lips pursed. “I don’t blame you; it was a complete accident. It just feels… odd.”

Your ears perked up, worried. “You feel odd?”

“No,” He shook his head. His expression was perplexed, maybe a bit incredulous too. “That’s the thing. I feel completely normal.”

“That is weird.” You agree. You wrap the string in between your fingers around his wrist, measuring it to his size. "Maybe it was just a prank?"

“No. If anything, it’s more like I can’t hold my tongue.” He shrugs. “I can’t help but say what I think.”

“Would that explain the flirting?” You tease. All cheeky, but with a hint of curiosity hidden beneath the humor.

He leaned in, smirking. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

You stare at him, tilting your head. He returns your gaze just as intensely, brown eyes fixed onto yours. He raises an eyebrow as if to question your silence. There was something magnetic between the two of you, pulsing and pulling you closer— maybe not physically, but definitely in other ways unbeknownst to you.

“Woah!” Percy exclaimed with an accusatory edge to his tone, his eyebrows furrowed in disbelief and his palms raised as if to distance himself from you. “Respect for the children, maybe? Consider shielding my young impressionable eyes from this trauma?”

“Percy!” You squeaked rather uncharacteristically. Annabeth trailed behind closely, pushing a leg over the bench to sit beside you. You smiled at her, tugging her closer by placing your arm around her shoulders.

“Annabeth,” Luke called. “Trade places with me.”

Annabeth furrowed her eyebrows in confusion before narrowing her eyes in suspicion. “No.”

“Come on.” He persisted. He leaned in, almost conspiratorial. “You know, the Stoll brothers have an extensive archive, and I think I may have heard word of them having that Rem Kolhaas book you've been raving about."

Annabeth stopped to consider the offer before ultimately conceding. She stood up from her seat. “That’s a big bribe for a small favor.”

“Know what prices to pay to win your battles.” Luke muttered as he sidled up next to you, grinning triumphantly. His fingers played with the hem of your weathered camp shirt. “Sacrifices aren’t much in the face of victory.”

“Did you just use a bad battle strategy as a flirting tactic?” Annabeth scrunched her nose in distaste. “Gross.”

"Done." You finish tying up the ends, letting the red bracelet dangle in Luke's line of vision.

"It looks so pretty, baby." He compliments you, holding out his wrist. You proudly put it on for him. "Not as pretty as you though."

You scoff. Both Annabeth and Percy imitate gagging noises.

─── ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . ───

The only time you ever truly left each other’s side were the few moments of reprieve before dinner where you’d returned to your cabins. The older campers insisted on making the meal a whole affair, complete with a romantic candlelit set-up and a string quartet to serenade everyone. Chiron decided to indulge the request and sent everyone back to freshen up.

“Have fun with your boyfriend?”

“Christ!” You jumped in your spot, turning around to see Eros laying on one of the bunks. His arms were tucked underneath his head, his smile suggestive and knowing.

“Lord Eros,” You bowed.

“That is not your shade.” He tutted, pointing to the tinted gloss in your hand. “Too summery for your complexion this time of year. Go for the pink one. He’ll go berserk.”

“Thanks.” You muttered, facing your vanity once more. You dabbed the product against your lips. You sighed as you inspected your make-up. Once more, he was right.

“You didn’t answer my question.” He shifted to his side, looking at you expectantly.

“Yeah, I guess.” You grumbled. You looked down, pretending to look for something in your drawer so he wouldn’t notice the blush creeping up your cheeks. Luke refused to leave your side the entire day— his fingers hooked around the belt hoops of your skirt in one way or another. He made a whole spectacle of it too: his big brown eyes tender, his wistful sighs, his shy grins, his playful winks.

“Good.” He clapped his hands. “Gods, the boy has had a crush on you for forever, you know. It was torture watching him pine over you. I can only take so much longing.”

You froze, staring at him through the mirror. He stared back at you.

“What?”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t know,” He sounded shocked; he was shocked. “You’re a daughter of Aphrodite, how could you not know?! That's like our thing!”

“Well, he hasn’t been obvious, has he?” You rebutted, flicking your wrist.

“Sis, I don’t know what reality you’re living in,” He sat up on the bed, “But that boy wouldn’t know subtle even if it hit him in the face.”

“But surely it’s just because of the arrows.” You rationalized.

“Nuh uh.” He wiggles a finger in the air to deny the accusation. “The arrows you used just accentuate pre-existing feelings. Not make new ones.”

A knock interrupts your conversation. You hurry to fix your hair, brushing it out of the way. Your hands begin to shake with giddy excitement. You feel your heart thrum strongly against your chest, almost wanting to burst out from the confines of your body and find its other half in Luke. Your smile eventually becomes hard to contain.

Eros beams at you, his pupils dilating into hearts again like it did this morning. He opens the door for you and pushes you out. “Have fun with lover boy. Mother sends her regards.”

Luke spins around at the sound of the squeaky hinges. He can't help but pull a hand out of his pocket, his palm lightly grazing his chest. He whistles. “Call me favored by the gods because I think I’ve just entered Elysium.”

“You’ve been with me the whole day.” You responded pointedly, breathless and in love.

“And yet you still manage to take my breath away.” He gasps when you rush into him, wrapping your arms around his nape.

“This is new.” He looks down at you, your noses touching. His hands fall naturally to your hips, his thumbs rubbing against the fabric of your dress. “But definitely welcome.”

You gaze into his eyes before pressing your lips against his. They felt pleasant and pliant against your own. You tugged Luke closer, your fingers twirling through his curls. His hands squeezed your skin. The kiss burned sweetly, almost as if it’s been waiting in anticipation to happen.

When you both separate for air, Luke gently grabs your hands from behind him. He wraps his fists around yours, placing soft kisses on your knuckles. “I’ve been waiting so long for that.”

“So I’ve been told.” You hum. “I figured I might take the first step.”

“Don’t worry.” He presses another kiss against your lips, short and sweet. “I promise to match your pace the rest of the way.”

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺

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[giannaln4]

Away For Valentine's

lando norris x fem reader

summary: McLaren had the fantastic idea to launch their car on Valentine's day, and as much as you reassured Lando he didn't have to worry about it, he still wanted to make it up to you (1k words)

warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: heyy everyone! so this is the very first fic i'm posting so please let me know what you think! i'm honestly pretty excited to get started with this blog so hopefully you guys like what i write. anyway please send some ideas my way!

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Valentine’s Day was off the table this year, and so was everything you had planned for you and your boyfriend.

You were disappointed when he shared the news with you, but you couldn’t be mad at him, not when it wasn’t his fault.

He saw the disappointment in your face, and how much you were trying to hide it by just smiling and nodding, your head finding a spot on his shoulder to avoid eye contact. He appreciated you understanding the situation, like you always did, but that didn’t mean he didn’t feel guilty.

“I know we had plans-”

“Lan, don’t worry about it” You took a deep breath before looking at him again, trying to get rid of the sadness in your face “I mean it, we can do that some other time”

He was about to say something but a quick kiss on the lips stopped him. You proceeded to look at him, offering him a small smile and a glance that he knew meant ‘I don’t wanna talk about it’, so just nodded as he smiled back.

A few weeks go by and his winter break was coming to an end, meaning soon he’d have to leave the comfort of your shared home and go get started with his preseason duties. That’s something you were used to, having to see him leave for long periods of times but it barely ever affected your relationship. He always made sure he made enough time for you, even when the time difference was huge and he was feeling tired most of the time, he needed to make time for you. Your love for each other was so strong that, at the end of the day, you were just relieved you still had each other even if all you had was a five minute call every day.

But still, sometimes it was hard to see him go, and this time was one of those times.

The night you knew would be your last one with him before he left he decided to take you out on a date. Fancy clothes and an even fancier restaurant were your plans for the evening, and you knew he was trying to make up for Valentine's Day. It wasn’t the same, of course it wasn’t, but you still enjoyed every second of it.

The food, the small talk, the jokes, the stupid stories, the shy glances, the small touches, everything was perfect, almost making you forget he was getting on a plane in a matter of hours, but your smile slowly faded as soon as you remembered.

The ride back home was quieter than he would’ve liked, but he knew exactly what was going through your mind, and honestly he couldn’t blame you cause his mind was flooded with the same thoughts.

As soon as you got home he ran around the car and opened the door for you, offering his hand and kissing yours as soon as he took it. You smiled softly at him and you made your way to the door. Once you were inside, you dropped his hand to take off your shoes and tossed them somewhere close to the door, sighing in relief as you started walking towards your room.

“Mhm, come back here” He whispered as he grabbed your hand and pulled you back into him

“There you are” Lando smiled softly at you as his lips found yours. After a moment he broke the kiss, and both of his hands found a better spot on your waist as he started to move along the off-tune song he started to hum. You couldn’t contain your smile, quickly trying to keep up with him. You moved together in a slow dance, it was like your bodies were in perfect harmony. 

Lando was looking down at you in pure admiration, almost as if he was trying to memorize every centimeter of your face so he wouldn't forget it while he was away, but you didn’t dare to look up, scared you would make eye contact with Lando and you wouldn’t be able to take it, so you safe option was to rest your head on his chest and pray you didn’t mess up. Although it wouldn’t matter if you did, you were just in the comfort of your living room anyway. But you didn’t wanna mess up.

He eventually stopped humming, hoping the silence would encourage you to look at him, but when you didn’t he moved one of his hands to cup your check, making you look at him. For a moment your eyes lock, making the silence feel very loud and Lando couldn’t help but smile at you, and you immediately blushed, but tried to play it off. 

“You’re a terrible dancer” He laughed and you narrowed your eyes playfully and softly hit his shoulder.

“You’re one to talk” You joked, locking your fingers behind his neck and giggling when Lando scoffed.

“Maybe we should go out to dance and I could show you all of my moves” He started to move again, bringing you closer to him.

“I thought you didn’t like slow dancing”

“I do if I get to hold you this close to me” He replied, once again finding your lips.

This time the kiss was longer, both of them savoring each other’s lips while they still had the chance “I’m sorry about Valentine’s” He whispered once he pulled away, your forehead resting on his.

You giggled at this. You had assured him a million times he didn’t have to worry about that, and he still apologized every time he remembered “You need to stop apologizing”

“But I am sorry”

“I know, but it’s not your fault” You hand fell on his hair, slowly stroking his soft curls “And I had a great time tonight, so I’d say love is not dead”

He laughed at his, dimples appearing as his eyes vanish for a moment “I still wanna make it up to you”

“You will” You replied as your head fell back on his chest “But for now I just wanna enjoy this” You closed your eyes and inhaled his scent, and after a moment of complete silence you can feel him start moving again, his soft hums interrupting the peace his heartbeat was giving you.

[moonstruckme]

hi, love! just wanna say first of all that i love your writing and your account. keep up the good work!

second of all, i was wondering if i could put in a sort of specific request? i'm currently on my period and the bloating is making me feel really bad about my body ☹️ so i was hoping maybe you could write a fic where Steve comforts Reader when she's going through something like that?

feel free to disregard this if it's too heavy of a topic, i know it can be triggering to talk about things like this for some people.

wishing you all the best! 🫶🏻

- @honeysuckleharringtons 🍯💛

Thanks so much babe!

cw: period cramps, insecurities arounds stomach/bloating

Steve Harrington x fem!reader ♡ 861 words

You think your favorite place has to be lying between Steve’s legs, with one of his hands clasped in yours and the other on your boob. If you focus really hard, you can hear his heart beating underneath your ear. You’re watching some mindless sitcom, trying to distract yourself from this blessedly mild round of cramps and silently debating whether having chocolate ice cream is worth getting up and going to the store to get it. But if Steve keeps running his thumb over the back of your hand like this, you might melt right into the couch and then the decision would be made for you. 

It happens so gradually you almost don’t even notice. Steve knows to be gentle with you when you’re sensitive like this, his hand massaging the fat of your boob kindly before grazing lower to rub at the skin just beneath it. Then it goes lower still, and you tense when he dips under the hem of your shirt and takes a handful of your stomach in his grasp. 

Your boyfriend doesn’t seem to notice that you’ve stopped breathing, kneading at the supple chub of your middle absentmindedly, but you lower your hand to his, bringing it back up into comfortable territory. Then he looks at you, a questioning glance out of the corner of his eye. You pretend not to see. His hand drifts slowly, tentatively, back towards your stomach. 

“Don’t,” you say softly, taking it again before it can get there. It’s not a reprimand so much as a gentle request, but still, Steve’s eyebrows furrow. 

“What’s the deal?” he asks, echoing your mild tone. “I thought stomach rubs were supposed to help with cramps.” 

You soften. “That’s really sweet of you,” you tell him, “but I’m okay. I just don’t love the idea of my stomach being, like, perceived right now.” 

“Perceived?” Steve angles his head to see you better, hand resting on the flat of your chest. “Why, what’s wrong with it?” 

“It’s just bloated.” You sink a bit further between his legs, avoiding his stare. “It’s like, remember that time I came over without telling you and you didn’t want me to see your hair first thing in the morning?” 

“Yeah, you mean the time you told me to stop being a priss and get over it? That time?” 

You chuckle. “Right, well, I guess it’s kind of like that.” 

Steve hums, playing with your fingers distractedly. “Okay,” he says after a minute, “I just want to preface this by saying that I really like you, and I think you’re smart and cool. Okay?”

He leans over until he can see your face, and you nod warily.

“You’re being stupid.” 

A laugh startles out of you, but Steve doesn't give you a chance for rebuttal. 

“You’re hot, babe.” He says it deadpan, like it’s a fact he had to memorize in school. “Like, smoking hot. The idea that you would give a shit, much less think I would give a shit, about your stomach being bloated is insane. And you trying to keep me from touching it is, like, practically criminal. Aren’t your tits bloated too?” 

“Um,” you hesitate, somehow more self-conscious than you had been when this began, “yeah?” 

“Right,” he says proudly. “And not to be a creep, but I’ve kind of been enjoying the shit out of those for the past couple of hours.” 

“Steve.” You laugh awkwardly, squirming underneath his gaze. “That’s different, and you know it.” 

He shrugs, looking you plain in the face. “Not to me. Listen, babe,” he drops his voice into a more sincere register, “I like you—your stomach, your tits, all of it—all of the time. And I think it’d make you feel better if you let me rub your stomach for you right now, so just let me, and if I start to find you any less hot, I promise to let you know.” The implication in his tone is clear: like, when pigs fly. 

You look at him for a while. Steve can surprise you with his stubbornness sometimes. His eyelashes don’t so much as flicker under your perusal. 

“Okay,” you sigh, getting comfortable again in his lap. “Fine, have at it.” 

“Yes,” he hisses, his hand going back down and taking in a greedy handful of your swollen belly. You start to tense, nerves making your head go staticky, but gradually you’re able to relax. Steve with his hands on you is no foreign thing. He starts to push down tentatively, asking you to coach him on where you need it the most until he’s gently massaging over the ache. You let your eyes slip closed. You honestly hadn’t expected it to bring quite so much relief. 

“Did Robin put you up to this?” you ask quietly. 

Steve’s soft chuckle confirms your theory. “You’ve got her to thank for the chocolate ice cream in the fridge, too.” 

A smile spreads across your face, and you can hear him laugh again at how blissed-out you must look. “Remind me to give her a hug the next time I see her.” 

“You could just give it to me instead," he says. "I’ll pass it along.”

[eladandan]

Jungwon as your boyfriend 

pairing Jungwon x reader! genre fluff warnings not proofread word count 0.7k

Jungwon lives by stealing your clothes. He loves that they have your smell, and he usually wears them whenever you are away from him. For him, it is like taking a piece of you in him. 

This man somehow knows everything about you, including your needs and wants. For example, whenever you go out, Jungwon knows he needs to bring a bottle of water and snacks because you get hungry or thirsty. He also probably knows you better than you do. You would go to a restaurant thinking of ordering something, and he would go and say something like: 

“ I know you won’t like it, I just know, TRUST ME”. 

You would not trust what he said at first, so you would order the dish. Jungwon knew he was right because of the funny face you made after taking the first bite. 

Jungwon has your go-to beverage memorized like the back of his hand.

He knows when you are running out of your favorite candies before you even notice, so he would go and buy them before you are left without candies.

Communication is KEY to him.

He will call you day and night just to see how you are and to catch up, even if you just saw each other an hour ago.

He will also text you the most random thing ever just so that he can talk to you. He will also spam you with random selfies throughout the day.

Jungwon would also answer you within 5 minutes after you sent a message. It does not matter if it is 3 am. He would somehow be awake. 

Something that he hates is arguing, so he always makes sure to express how he feels without hurting your feelings. He would also appreciate it whenever you give him feedback to improve both himself and the relationship. All this together makes arguments vague in your relationship + in the rare situation of a fight, he would not let you guys sleep if you are both angry at each other.

He has the most embarrassing picture of you as his wallpaper, and he would have a Polaroid of the two of you on his phone case. You would ask him MULTIPLE times to change his wallpaper, but he would decline each time simply because he does not think you look bad, he thinks you look so adorable + he likes to annoy you with that picture.

He is both into outdoor and indoor dates. He loves to cuddle with you and eat good food as much as he likes going out and spending time with you. 

Talking about dates… Jungwon is the most creative partner ever. He would take you to go and do some pottery, take dance lessons (ofc he would be your teacher), go to a dog café, etc. He would take you to the most unexpected places sometimes.

Jungwon is someone who does not come into play when it comes to your relationship.

He dates to marry and makes sure he dedicates enough time to you.

He probably has a calendar with days marked as “Y/N’S DAY!!!”. He just loves to make you feel loved and seen. He also probably has a dedicated part of the day for you because he always says he has to take a daily dose of you. Otherwise, he will die of a broken heart. 

Jungwon is not a fan of pet names. He would call you rat face or something really stupid, and he would probably have your number saved as “my little dumb dumb <3”. 

He loves taking care of you. If you arrive home late and tired, he prepares a hot bath for you to relax as well as hot tea, and if you cannot even remove your makeup, he cleans your face with makeup remover wipes. Also, if you had a busy week, he would book and pay for a spa appointment, even if you did not ask for one. 

He is playful and goofy as well. While walking, he will try to make you fall by sticking his foot between your legs. He also likes to make you trip by making your knees bend, and just after, he will run away so you don’t take revenge by pocking his dimple.

Dating Jungwon is like dating your best friend because he would be your best friend!

Author's note: Heyyyy guys!! I know I have been missing for like a year or something 😭 but this year was HARD. I promise I read all of your requests and I will try to write them as soon as possible. By the way, this was requested by two anonymous readers, and with that said I hope y’all enjoy this post <333. Take care my loves and do not forget to eat your meals and stay hydrated! Feel free to dm me for any request and comment, like, or repost if you enjoyed it!

-Love Ela

[jadewritesficshere]

Slow and Steady

Steve Harrington x female!reader

Summary: You're ready for your first time with your boyfriend but are nervous based on past experiences. Steve is determined to make you feel good (3-5k words my computer broke around 1500 so I finished this on Tumblr dont know exact word count)

Contains: pure smut, reader has vaginismus (not explicitly named in the fic), talks of anxiety/nerves/doubt, fingering, cumplay, p in v, no condoms please wrap it up, creampie, pet names (Steve calls you Baby)

please note I am not a doctor. This is based on how sex is for me, not every two experiences are the same

18+ only

You sigh in pleasure. Steve is kissing your jaw, sucking lightly at your pulse that's beating wildly for him. You can feel a rush of tingling warmth spread from your spine to your lower stomach. Your hands roaming up and down his shoulders, trying to memorize the contours of his muscles. The way his hand squeezes your hip as if you would drift away if he let go.

Steve sighs, pressing his forehead into your cheek before giving you a final kiss and starting to pull back. You whine, gripping his biceps. "Steve don't! Plea- keep going!" You aren't sure you're fully making sense as your thoughts are only Steve Steve Steve. "Baby, I don't want to get carried away without talking first," Steve cups the side of your face with his hand, thumb lightly moving back and forth over your cheekbone.

"I want to make sure you're ready," Steve says looking deep into your eyes. You look away, feeling ashamed. You shouldn't be, you know this. But that doesn't stop that feeling from welling up.

You remember the first time you had sex, how much it hurt. But people told you that was normal, that it's better the next time because you weren't a virgin anymore. But that time hurt like hell too. And the next. And the next. Like you were being ripped apart, like there was something wrong.

And then your doctor told you the name of it and how some women had it. Said there were ways to work around it and work through it, but it was like cotton in your ears. All you heard was there was something wrong with you. You know there isn't, but your deceitful mind tells you there is. And now you tense up as things start to progress, making things worse unintentionally. All you could think was, 'well no one would want to work through it since no one else has before.'

But then Steve came in and tore all your defenses down. Weasled his way in with stupid pickup lines and free car rides. Rolled his eyes and gave you a 'are you seeing this?' look as he bickered with the kids before sighing dramatically and giving them what they wanted. Would wear a stupid apron when he cooked and would sneak food off his plate onto yours to make sure you had enough. You didn't stand a chance.

When Steve made out with you for the first time you wanted to cry. Thought "well this is it. He's going to leave like the rest after this." But when you stopped him, he didn't pout. He didn't roll his eyes or gripe at you, claim you led him on. Didn't try to force the issue. Steve took your no as a no and asked no questions, just pulled back smiled at you with a bulge in his pants and asked if you wanted to choose the movie now.

You broke down in tears as he tried to comfort you. And you told him everything. About how it hurt and had never been enjoyable for you. How you were scared it would hurt again. How you really liked Steve and wanted to do it with him but didn't want to disappoint him like the others. How you didn't want him to leave like the others.

And Steve let you cry into his shirt. And Steve calmed you and told you, "I'm sorry they never took care of you the way you deserve to be taken care of. If you never want to have sex, we don't have to. I love you regardless of sex, I mean yeah it would be fun and I'd like to, but like- if you aren't having a good time I don't want to do it. If you do want to try, Baby, we can take it really slow. Slow and steady. But I don't want you to feel pressured to have sex, we don't need it. If you want it we can and if you never want it we don't have to."

It was like a balm to your soul. Aloe vera on a burn you didn't realize still stung. Just knowing Steve cared enough to not call it quits made you feel desired. But that little lying voice in your head said he'd get upset and move on.

But months passed and Steve stayed. Lovely, caring Steve. Steve who held your hand and proclaimed it was a perfect fit. Steve who kissed you so sweetly, following your lead. Steve who never protested or became frustrated when you stopped things from furthering on. Steve who would help you slip your shirt back on and hold you close after making out. Steve who never once complained about "leading him on" like others have.

Steve who was the first to say," I love you," and never pushed you to say it back. Steve who bought your favorite books and tried to read them so he could have another bond with you. Steve who always knew what to say to brighten your day. The Steve who showed he loved you in every little way he cared for you.

A hand on your face snaps you back to the moment. Steve frowns slightly," You okay? You went somewhere for a minute." You shrug," Got lost in my thoughts." Steve's eyes bore into your own, as if trying to see into your mind. "If you want to stop here, we can-" "No!" You interrupt, running a hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck.

Steve pauses, waiting on you. "I want to continue. I'm just...nervous? They say relax, but then how do they expect me to relax when I know how its been in the past? And then I get tense because I'm nervous and then I'm nervous because I'm tense and then-" Steve cuts you off with a kiss. Your eyes flutter shut as he gently kisses you. It's so tender and sweet, you can practically feel the cavities forming from how sweet it is.

Steve pulls back enough to say," If anything is uncomfortable or hurts you tell me okay? If you want to stop then you say it." You nod but Steve clicks his tongue," I need your words Baby." "Yeah, okay."

Steve kisses your forehead, murmuring an "I love you". He leans back enough to help you pull your dress off and over your head. "Fuck me," he whispers, mouth falling open. Any thoughts of cowering or hiding yourself melt away as his eyes further light up with lust. "Planning to," You grin.

Steve snorts as he laughs, shaking his head slightly before ripping his shirt off. You bite your lip as you look at Steve unabashedly. Usually you try to sneak peeks, like when he lifts his shirt to wipe sweat off his forehead after a run. But now you can just look. You tentatively run a hand through his chest hair, causing him to shiver.

"Now here's what we're gonna do," Steve lightly palms himself over his jeans, groaning before speaking with a raspier tone," I'm going to take such good care of you. You're gonna take your underwear off and-"

You push your underwear down, kicking them off. Steve's jaw goes slack as he stares at your glistening cunt. "That all for me?" Steve asks. "All for you. I want you," You reach a hand out and press against his bulge, causing him to let out a whine before he grips your wrist. "Get comfortable Baby."

You lay back against the bed, relaxing into the pillows. "Now, you're gonna finger yourself." Steve instructs. You scoff," Didn't you just say you were gonna take care of me?" Steve smirks as he grabs your hand," Oh I will, but look," He holds his palm against yours," My fingers are so much bigger then yours."

It's shocking how big his hands are compared to yours. His fingers are longer and thicker then yours. You can feel yourself get wetter at the thought, but also a hint of nerves come back.

As if Steve has a glimpse into your mind, he slowly runs a hand up your shoulder to cup your face," There's no rush. I can do this all night. Slow and steady, remember?" Steve leans in and kisses you softly. You sigh into the kiss, slowly melding your mouth against his. The tip of his tongue traces your lip, leaving you begging for more.

Steve pulls back enough to whisper," Touch yourself," before trailing kisses to your jaw and neck. You can't suppress the shiver that runs through you as he hits that one spot. Steve lightly sucks on your neck as you slowly trail a hand down.

Your trembling (from nerves, excitement, or pleasure you can't tell) fingers slowly part your lips. You can feel how wet you are, starting to drip onto your thighs and under you. You slowly circle your clit, relaxing at the feeling of pleasure taking over. You moan softly as Steve continues to pepper your neck with kisses.

You lower your hand further, fingers tracing your entrance. You coat your fingers with your slick before slowly pushing your middle finger in. It doesn't hurt at the moment, but feels uncomfortable. Your brow furrows slightly, concern starting to come back. Steve is there though, kissing your forehead until you relax and using one of his large fingers to deftly circle your clit.

You pump your finger in and out, discomfort dissipating each time until you're reveling in the feeling. "There ya go," Steve murmurs reverently as your mouth falls open at how good it feels. Steve wraps his hand around your wrist, causing you to whine as he pulls your hand away.

Steve maneuvers your hand so only two fingers remain up before guiding them back to your pussy. "There you go Baby. Doing so well," Steve praises as you slowly insert the two fingers. It takes a second to adjust, to get used to the feeling.

But Steve distracts you by kissing down your chest. He reaches behind you and unsnaps your bra with one hand, the other grabbing your wrist and guiding you into a faster pace.

You let the bra straps fall down your arms, laying loosely. Steve peels your bra down and groans as your breasts sway slightly. "So fucking gorgeous," Steve groans," Doing so good." You don't even have a chance to warn him as you tumble over the edge of pleasure. You moan and gasp as you writhe against your hand. His tongue feels electrifying as he circles it around your nipple, finger circling your clit again.

You can barely hear Steve saying," That's my girl. Doing so well Baby." Your mouth is hanging open as you take in deep breaths. Warmth, euphoria, and ecstasy flow through your body freely. You come back to your body slowly, aware of Steve holding you hand, his thumb moving back and forth caressing your hand.

"My turn to touch you Baby," Steve growls out. You blink up at him a few times, still coming back down to earth. You nod as you remove your fingers. They glisten in the light from your wetness. Steve inhales sharply before darting forward, licking your fingers. You aren't sure if it was you or him who gasps, but Steve's mouth is suddenly surrounding your fingers.

Steve sucks and licks the wetness off your fingers. His eyes flutter shut as he moans. You can feel yourself getting more turned on as you watch Steve. Steve blearily opens his eyes, still sucking on your fingers. His eyes heavy with lust.

You gasp as Steve trails a finger through your folds, coating them in your release. Steve pulls off your fingers with a sudden pop, lips glistening from spit and cum. "You taste so fucking good Baby. Can't wait until I can bury my face in your pussy," Steve slowly inserts a finger as he speaks," But we'll save that for next time okay?"

His finger is definitely bigger then yours. It is slightly uncomfortable, but not painful. Steve redirects your attention by circling your nipple with his tongue again. With his free hand, he caresses and pulls the nipple he is currently not kissing and sucking on.

Steve adds a second finger once he's felt you fully relax against him. Once he's seen the unconscious tension in your shoulders go away. When he sees the clench of your jaw and your furrowed brow relax. Steve knows you have no clue you are doing this, but he is attentive and sees the signs.

When Steve adds a third finger is when you sharply inhale. Steve immediately pauses," Too much? What do you need?" "Just give me a minute," You try to steady your breathing. It doesn't hurt but it doesn't not hurt. It's a pressure and a pinch and pain but not the worst pain you've ever felt.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, looking away. "For what?" Steve frowns and grasps your chin, forcing you to look at him," Baby, it's okay! I can spend all day here with you- i want to spend all day with you. It doesn't bother me that this takes time. I love you. You're worth it. You're like everything to me. You should enjoy this too, not just me."

You can feel the tears start to form but you blink them away. You lean forward and kiss Steve again. He hums slightly against you before deepening the kiss. His tongue sweeps into your mouth, pulling moans and gasps from you. You barely notice Steve moving his hand again, pumping his fingers in and out of you.

When Steve pulls back, his lips are swollen and his face flushed," Do you think you are ready or do you want me to add another finger?" You pause for a moment to think before whispering," I'm ready, just...go slow?" Steve smiles and kisses your forehead," I can do that. That's my middle name." You giggle as Steve blinks at you," That was dumb forget i said that."

He removes his fingers and you can feel yourself clench at the loss. But your heart beat picks up in anticipation as Steve finally sheds his boxers.

Steve can't help but smirk as your jaw drops. Steve is big. Bigger then you expected him to be. There's a prominent vein you want to lick, follow all the way up to the flushed tip. There is pre-cum leaking from the top. You can see at least one freckle near the base, and another on one of his balls.

Steve crawls over you, hovering above. "You ready?" He asks, eyes staring into yours. You nod. "Want to hear your pretty voice Baby," Steve threads his hand in yours. "Ready as I'll ever be," You grin shakily.

Steve positions himself at your entrance. "Hold onto me, okay?" Steve inhales and slowly exhales. You run your hands up his shoulders to the column of his neck before threading a hand through his hair.

You squeeze his hand tight as the tip of his penis enters you. "I got you, I'm sorry," Steve murmurs as he squeezes his eyes closed. "Don't be," you gasp. It isn't painful like it has been in the past. It's a stretch, slightly uncomfortable, but not painful.

Steve murmurs praises once he's seated fully in you. You exhale slowly as you get used to the feeling. Any further nerves and tension slowly goes away. You feel so good. Full. You lean forward barely touching Steve's lips with yours. Steve chases you, enveloping your mouth with his.

"Please move Steve," you whisper in between kisses. He nods. Steve slowly moves out, it makes you want to weep at the loss, but he's suddenly filling you again.

You gasp in pleasure. It's never been like this. Felt so good. "Fuck," you gasp out, nails scratching against Steve's shoulder. He grabs your leg and positions it around his hip, driving deeper into you," Yeah, we are."

You would chuckle, but you can barely think straight. Warmth spreads throughout your limbs. Pleasure. Ecstasy. You moan wantonly as you writhe against Steve as your orgasm overtakes you. Steve squeezes your hand in his, grounding you into this moment, as he presses his forehead to yours.

Every breath you exhale, Steve inhales, and vice versa. His weight pressed against you, holding you close. His hips stutter against yours, you feel his warm wet seed paint the inside of your walls. You are wholly consumed by Steve.

You slowly come back to your senses, to Steve kissing your neck. You hum slightly, pulling back to look at him. "That was...amazing," you smile at him. Steve grins back before kissing you once more," Let me get something to clean you up, I'll be right back."

You feel empty as Steve pulls out, a slight sting at the loss that dissipates quickly. Your combined release spills out of you as Steve stands up. Steve's jaw drops slightly at the sight, stomach muscles twitching as his cock kicks back up in interest.

Steve shakes his head and returns to the task at hand. He heads into the attached bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and running it through warm water. When he returns, he carefully cleans you. You shift uncomfortably from the unexpected texture against your sensitive skin.

As soon as Steve is done, he tosses the washcloth towards the hamper. He scowls as he misses, causing you to laugh. He crawls into bed next to you," Foul play, I was distracted." "Oh?" "Mmhmm" Steve covers you with a blanket and pulls you into his side.

You curl into Steve, hand resting against his chest. You can hear his steady heart beat. You absent-mindedly trace letters on his skin. "I love you," you murmur. You pause, waiting for a response.

Your brow furrows and you lift your head to look at Steve, who remains silent. You snort out a laugh. Steve's eyes are closed and his jaw slack as he breathes through his mouth. Dead asleep as you confess your love for him. You grin as you kiss his pec, laying your head back down.

You'll tell him again when he wakes. And again that evening. And again. And again. And-

[ilovebuckers5]

*•♡never be like you ♡¸.•*'

nika muhl x cheerleader!reader

"I wanna hold the hand inside you. I wanna take the breath that's true"

word count - 3.4k

themes :

-fluff

-comfort

-toxic rls

warnings :

-arguing

-mentions to abuse

-explicit language

-iowa winning

A/N - did I get you guys. y'all really thought I would wait any longer to post this....

"can we please not do this ash."

i practically pleaded for my boyfriend to not argue with me before a big performance.

it was the day I had been waiting for since I was ever even notified that there would be a uconn game against iowa. I couldn't be dealing with relationship issues right before.

i attempted slipping on my skirt in the bathroom while my boyfriends voice was ringing in my ear no matter how much I tried to ignore it. I hate arguments. especially when they are stupid and have no point in even happening.

"no we are doing this now I don't care! you need to tell me the truth before you leave." Asher growled from outside the bathroom door. part of me wanted to swing the door open and break his nose but I knew that I didn't have time for that. so I gently but swiftly opened the door and forced my eyes into his with probably the most 'i'm not fucking around right now' look I'd ever given him. which is shocking with all of the arguments we've gotten into.

"Asher just fucking stop! I wasn't anywhere, I was literally sitting on the bench waiting for katie to pick me up! why is that so hard for you to comprehend." I pull my face away from his and before I could close the door and continue getting ready I whisper under my breath "its like you want me to cheat on you." the door was about to latch onto the door frame when his pale and veiny hand gripped onto the wooden edge. "what the fuck did you just say?" shit.

he then swung the door open with a force I've never seen before and a wave of fear flushed through my head. there were already tears welling up in my eyes from the yelling and now this just made them fall down my face. inside I was screaming incoherently at his face, slamming the door on his fingers and bashing his head around the room.

this has happened too many times. where we argue and I end up bruised or crying and I have to walk to Natalie's place and cry even more but into her arms instead. there's been too many times where Asher gets away with shit that no other man could get away with. and too many fucking times have I stayed.

his hand was peeled away from the edge of the door and I swear there was hot lava falling out from his eyes instead of guilt tripping tears. "why do you do this to me y/n? it hurts." he dramatically let his hand fall into his palms as more tears fell from his clearly angered eyes. most times I would let myself feel guilty and sorry for him as if I was the one that did the hurting. but this time I was done. nothing was officially over but the moment definitely was. he's going to have to find a way to win my attention back this time.

i tightened my pony tail and grabbed my cheer bag before walking out of our apartment, slamming the door behind me. it was so early in the morning that the sun was only rising as I walked out the door. I'm almost positive that everyone else on the team was asleep so I had to walk to practice. I was only a couple steps into my long walk when a car pulled up in front of me. well not in front but beside me. I continued walking until a window was rolled down and I heard a familiar voice call out.

"yo are you good?"

i was not. I had tears streaming down my face and I probably looked like I was just thrown in a pit of piranhas, but I cant say that.

"huh?" I turn my head to the side to see a white BMW pulled over. the voice I had heard earlier had a very memorable accent in it. Nika Muhl. 5'10 point guard. pretty hair. pretty eyes. just pretty.

"are you okay?" another voice reached out from the drivers seat of the car. Paige Bueckers of course. I finally looked down from my own height and saw a the brunette looking up at me with kinda eyes. her head was slightly tilted to the side while she waited for me to answer her question. "oh. uh." I waited a moment.

just before this I was telling myself that I wasn't going to put up with asher's bullshit anymore. that included hiding what was going on. Asher put me through shit. I mean he curb stomped my head on a pile of shit and dragged my face through it with his bare hands and never felt any regret.

"n-no not really." yeah I did that. fuck you Asher. the feeling of just admitting that I wasn't made the rest of my tears started to drain back into my eye sockets. I could see it in Nika's eyes that she felt bad even if she was smiling and laughing. she popped open the car door and tapped her lap. "well c'mon." she swayed her head, gesturing for me to literally crawl over her lap and get into the backseat, as there isn't a back door. I didn't want to be rude so I sighed and crawling over Nika's lap and into the backseat. I was hovering over her long enough to smell the beachy sunscreen smelling perfume she had on. her hands grazed my thigh that was exposed after my skirt had started to hang down from my position. thank God the cheer uniforms had shorts under the skirts because when I was almost in the back seat next to Ice Brady and KK Arnold, my skirt lifted up right in Nika's face. I almost fell face first into the backseat before I felt Nika's hands grip onto my waist to support me until I was sitting down. I let out a sharp and quick sigh while fixing my hair and and un-ruffling my skirt, I looked into the driver seat to see Paige holding back tears of laughter. I could practically see how red Nika was from the back of the head rest she had her hair pressed against.

i didn't expect the car ride to be as comforting as it was. the entire drive was basically just the girls either singing or asking me questions about cheer. it was all fine before Nika decided to speak up about why I was sobbing on the sidewalk.

"so what was going on with you earlier? before we very obviously saved your ass." I couldn't help but laugh at her remark but quickly got more serious when Paige turned down the music so everyone could hear me. I felt like I was put on a stage with a microphone in a pretty pink dress waiting to win Miss America with everyone's eyes on me while they waited for me to answer.

"oh it was nothing just stuff about my boyfriend...." I tried to shake off the question even though a part of me wanted to scream how much I hated him. I trailed off and glanced to the side to find an unconvinced KK staring at me. KK is funny, I always see her jumping around after a win and shes always filled with energy.

I shrugged and threw my head back before actually giving in. "fine. he's like, really shitty honestly. I want to break up but I can't." the car was silent for a couple seconds while I patiently waited for someone to speak. "what way of shitty? like wants to break up constantly but wont or like- another way of shitty" Paige asked without making any eye contact.

another way for sure. every other way that you could think of Paige.

"guilt tripping manipulative way I guess?" I said, my voice slightly cracking. Nika clicked her tongue as she reached around her seat and looked back at you. "you know you don't have to stay. I know its hard to not stay but you aren't obligated to stay." thank you. that the only thing I was needing to hear in the past year I had been with Asher. I know I'm not obligated to stay with him but Jesus it feels like it. "thanks." the car ride was silent for a couple more minutes before Paige pulled into the driveway of my cheer practice building.

I was just about to get out of the car before realizing that ice was in front of the door I should've been getting out of. I had to crawl over Nika's lap again. I tossed my duffel bag into her lap and its like she could read my brain when she opened her door and gently set the bag out side. but this time she put down her car seat so that there was a (mainly) flat surface for me to crawl over. instead of crawling, I lifted my feet over Nika's body first and then slid myself over her. my ass gently bumps against her lap, almost sending a loud gasp from my lips. there her hands were again. I thought everything was going by quickly but she still had enough time to wrap her fingers around my waist and lifted me from the back seat out the door.

it was honestly hard for me to speak after having to be that close to a practical stranger in the span of 20 minutes but I tried my best.

"thank you guys for the ride. good luck on your game!" as I was waving goodbye while walking down the sidewalk towards the door of the building, Nika yelled out.

"y/n? I'll see you there right?"

oh my fuck she wants to see me at the game. she actually WANTS me to be there.

all I could manage to do without folding over and passing out of the concrete was throw a thumbs up from behind me and continue walking. the moment I stepped or slid out of that car, all the thoughts came back, rushing through my head. how the fuck was I supposed to focus on cheer when my relationship was on the brink of ending. I felt tears well up in my eyes just thinking about it. obviously I wanted things to end but its been a year and a couple months. I don't know how I was going to just break up and be fine. when I swung open the doors to my cheer studio I saw coach and couple other girls sitting down, tying their shoes and fixing each other's hair. coach waved at me once I got through the door. I made my way over to the other girls and gave them each a hug with a very fake warm smile plastered on my face.

"hiii, are you okay you look like you've been crying?" Taylor spoke in a soft, caring mom kind of tone. why is everybody so worried about if I was crying or not. its not that big of a deal just let me cry. I nodded aggressively "mhm. yeah I'm good." the two girls, Taylor and Caydence, looked at each other and they obviously could see through me. I held back even more tears when they shrugged their shoulder continued talking, I knew they didn't believe me but they didn't push an answer out of me like Nika and Paige.

a part of me has always been interested in basketball but the other part kept telling me that I was talented enough or masculine enough. Nika was always an inspiration to me even before I started cheering for UConn. sometimes after practice, as long as there is no performances and I'm not being held back by my coach, I like to go to the public gym and practice basketball by myself. every time I do, I always wish that there was someone there to practice with me. that is part of the reason I went on to cheer for UConn basketball.

i was still stretching when some more girls off the team walked through the door. makeup done, lashes curled ready to go. I still sat in the corner with a couple mascara streaks running down my face. sadly, there weren't any wipes anywhere in the studio so I had to sit with dried cracky mascara on my face instead of my lashes. I stood up after stretching and actually set my bag and water bottle down at some benches before going up to my best friend, Farah, and squeezing her tightly. she had just walked through the door holding a bag with her cheer supplies and another that had a bow tied around it. it wasn't too big but definitely noticeable. my eyes were immediately drawn to it but I waited for her to bring it up after we finished hugging.

"don't act like you aren't wondering what's in here." she shook the yellow back in front of me, letting me take it out of her hands. I scrimmaged through it and found a piece of paper in the bottom. it looked blank until I flipped it over.

mother fucking Farah.

"YOU GOT ME TICKETS TO OLIVIA RODRIGO? WHAT THE FUCK?" I squealed loud enough for the entire team and coach to hear. all eyes were on me but I didn't care. there was literally no reason for Farah to do this at all. shes just a really fucking nice person. she bent over, holding her stomach with laughter pouring out of her mouth. I felt all sorts of feelings rushing through me. confusion, happiness, more confusion, a little bit of sadness because there was only one ticket at the bottom of the bag.

that when everything died down. I realized that she only got one? no way.

"wait did you-" I began to question but Farah stopped me by shoving her finger over my lips.

"nope." she pulled out her hand from her bag and there were two other tickets. why two? why two. two. fuck.

"for Asher!" she held onto my wrists more excited than she was walking inside of the studio. that giddy smile on her face fell quickly. there is no way I'm bringing Asher with to a concert that he wouldn't even give a shit about. all he'd care about is getting in my pants afterwards because my feet will hurt too much to walk away and say no. I pulled myself towards Farah's ear and whispered softly "Asher cannot come with. I'm planning on breaking up with him."

Farah's eyes widened once I pulled my mouth away from her ear. all she did was nod and dropped my hands back to my side. we walked over to the bench and continued waiting for the rest of the team to show up.

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practice went smooth. now its about to start. UConn and Iowa. fuck I'm nervous. I've been a UConn fan for years and this game is one of the things I've always wanted to see in person. they start introducing players while the cheer squad was doing our main routine to the rhythm of a random Taylor swift song. I think it's I knew you were trouble. ironic. the one thing I was not allowed myself to think of was Asher. if I wanted to think about him I would just trick myself into thinking about Nika. wait that came out wrong. anyways. I was just let down on the floor after doing a thigh stand and the team continued dancing until it was finally tip off. I scurried off the court with the rest of my team and sat to the side while a couple girls above me kept moving around with pom poms. we got the ball first and stayed in the lead for a while.

as much as I was pretending to focus on the shots all the players were making, I couldn't peel my eyes away from Nika. she was on Caitlin Clark's ass. not even letting her shoot a three pointer. shes doing so good. she had her hands surrounding the ball, barely letting Clark shoot at all. I admire her for her defensive skills. I believe her aggression really helps with that. shes passionate. she obviously wants to win but on court it looks like shes playing with her life on the line. but she does it with ease. the one thing I kept forgetting was that this could be her last college game. ever. no one knows where shell go after UConn. lots of people are saying overseas and I think that would be the death of me. I watched every move she made. not in a stalker way but in an invested in her game way. the way her hair swayed back and forth while she shuffled around Caitlin. the way she already had a couple balls of sweat falling off of her forehead. I would be lying to myself if I didn't think she looked really hot right now.

and I'm up again. Caydence was holding onto my hips before she tossed me in the air, I landed on her and angels palms before flipping off and landing feet flat on the floor. still holding a pretty fake smile on my lips. once it was someone else's turn to do a crazy flip, I took the chance and looked back at the bench, watching as Nika took multiple sips out of a Gatorade water bottle. her hand rested on Paige shoulder while she shot something that probably motivational and worded beautiful to Paige's ear.

the game was going smooth until the 4th quarter. I could feel my blood boiling while watching the timer tick lower and lower without our score going higher. this cant be happening. 3.9 seconds on the clock. I could practically feel the vibrations of every UConn fan tapping their feet waiting for someone to shoot a three pointer and give us the win. but no. a foul was called on Aaliyah. I don't think it was a foul but what do I know.

as much as I was desperate for us to win, I knew we wouldn't be taking home the win this time. 4.6 seconds. now Paige. what is it with these bullshit calls.

i never liked Iowa. in my opinion, Clark is good at basketball but can be conceited and over hyped. of course I didn't want anyone to come at me with that when Iowa "wins the natty" so i'll have to keep that in my head for now.

i started calming down, trying to accept the fact that there wasn't a point going on but they from the far side of the court I saw Caitlin Clark. the basketball player dubbed as the goat and a women's basketball savior, bounce a basketball off of her so called friend? fuck that shit. I almost stood up and sprinted across the court. me and Paige may not be close but I cant take shit like that. Farah rested her hand on my thigh, telling me to not do anything. because its "out of my control"

it could be in mine. just saying.

and just like that, number 20 gets the ball, throws it in the air, and declares the win for Iowa. I could physically feel my face getting hotter with each tear I saw fall from Nika's eyes. Iowa doesn't deserve this. they have everything. and UConn gave up everything. I couldn't stop myself from crying too. I shoved my face in my hands trying to dry the tears that were slowly ruining my eye makeup/ I feel fucking terrible. how could UConn give so much for this and barely get anything back. just the noise of all the Iowa fans cheering and laughing and the sight of them smiling made me sick. I wont even hide it. I was jealous. jealous that they had such dick riding refs.

who said that.

i wanted, so badly, to stand up and wrap my arms around Nika and Paige and Aaliyah and all the others to just give them some sort of recognition but we had to go. coach led us through the tunnel and that was it. I sat on a bench in our locker room, debating what to do.

and I figured out what to do. right then and there.

even with my hands on my forehead, crying and stressing, the inside of me was happy because I knew that someone wouldn't be feeling so bad on April 22nd.

[ryomens-vixen]

VIIIIXXX I have a request if I may?

I wanna know what Yandere head cannons you have for Suguru. Because I know you have them, and I'm /dying/ to hear them

😌🤍Ofc I have some Yandere head canons of my boyfriend Suguru! And yes you can send a request anytime pookie!

YANDERE!Suguru Headcanons

Summary: Your friends dared you to do this trendy break up prank on your boyfriend...but he's not taking the joke to well.

Yandere!Suguru x (f)YN

CW: Yandere tendencies, Stalking, Kidnapping, NSFW, gaslighting, blood kink if you squint, knife play if you squint, breeding kink.

Word count: ion fuckin know 🤷🏾‍♀️ Reblog & ❤ good luck!

Yandere!Suguru whom you happened to break up with as a joke, except he did not take the joke very lightly at all. You see your boyfriend was absolutely infatuated with you, obsessed even. So this "joke" was not funny to him at all- You have no clue as to how far he would actually go to make sure you're his even though his calm and level headed demeanor says otherwise.

Yandere!Suguru who after that joke would follow you to and from work making sure you hadn't been talking to someone who wasn't him.

Yandere!Suguru who would check your phone while you were in the shower when you'd come over his place to spend the night.

Yandere!Suguru who would "jokingly" tell you to go talk to your other hoes, but whenever you joked back with a nonchalant "Okay, I will" it made his chest tighten and burn with anger. Did you actually have another behind his back? We're you going to go see him after you left? All while faking a small chuckle, you really don't know what you've done, have you?

Yandere!Suguru who would go weeks without talking to you after that night, you never questioned it. Maybe he was busy with work or caught up with Suguru. No- no he wasn't. He was a lot closer than you thought.

Yandere!Suguru who turned off his location so you wouldn't know that the whole time he wasn't speaking to you, he was actually stalking you throughout the day and night. Did you forget already that you gave him a key to your apartment?

Yandere!Suguru who memorized the times where you would eat and take a shower so that he can sneak in each night and hide underneath your bed.

Yandere!Suguru who would listen to you giggle to your girlfriends about this new guy that's become your regular at the café you worked at each morning. Was this the guy you were seeing behind his back? No, he has to REMIND you that you belong to him only and he'd do that tonight.

Yandere!Suguru would wait until you were good and asleep to duct tape your mouth and hog tie you tight enough to get you in his car, all the fighting you did with him really tired you out. Might as well sees what your DARLING boyfriend has in store for you. At least getting kidnapped by some hot guy with dark circles was definitely on the bucket list.

Yandere!Suguru who would later violently toss you onto his couch rather than taking you to his bed, no no that was too good for you.

"You know this IS your fault? Thinking you could EVER find someone better than me- Are you stupid? Answer me, Y/N!"

How on earth could you possibly answer his question...with tape over your month?! But it was so hot seeing him pace around like some crazed lunatic- which is exactly what he was.

"You think you're too good to answer me, huh? It's okay, because I'll show you would actually owes you- NOBODY. And I mean NOBODY. will ever, ever love you as much as I do, Nobody will ever know your body like I know it~"

Man you hadn't a clue what he was going in about, but you knew one thing. That aching in your core was really nagging you with how much Suguru was turning you on. Maybe you should make him act like this more often, Nah because then he'll know you're doing it on purpose.

Yandere!Suguru who would come back with the sharpest knife he could find just to throw himself on top of you. Taking each piece of fabric that covered your delicious body and cutting it, no matter how sloppy the cuts he didn't want to take his time with you at all. You were his and he was determined to remind you of that, he was determined to bury his cock deep into the depths of your insides no matter what.

Yandere!Suguru who accidentally cut your inner tight while trying to get your pajama pants off. All he could hear was the squeal you made followed by a pained whine.

"Oh... I'm so sorry, mamas. Maybe if you didn't drive me crazy like this I wouldn't have cut you, but that's your fault too now isn't it?"

Of course it's not entirely you fault I mean how were you suppose to know that a harmless little prank would cause him so much distress? Goddamn it was hot, but you also didn't enjoy the pain that came with it- what is he doing? Is he liking the blood? What other crazy shit is this man into, you wondered?

"Mmmf, Mamas... You know you taste so good- I bet he's never tasted you before like I have. It almost tastes as good as that pussy of yours, look at it so soaking wet for daddy... Yeah she knows who she belongs too."

Is he- talking to your pussy?! Oh yeah you thought Suguru was crazy before, well he's definitely insane and man was it a little concerning.

Yandere!Suguru who would rub the bright pink tip of his cock onto the would that was left on your inner. The way his breath would hitch at the sight of some of your blood getting in his cock turned him as stiff as a brick he just had to be inside you.

Yandere!Suguru who would run his cock up and down through the folds of your pussy getting all your juices on it.

"I'm going to make you mine all over again, look at pretty pussy, just calling my fuckin name. Shhh.. Shhh. Shhh... Daddy's gonna make that pussy real full in. A. Minute-"

Yandere!Suguru who enunciated his last few words with a sudden thrust. Slamming his cock straight into your cervix- it was so sudden you barely had time to even adjust to his size before your eyes started to roll back.

Yandere!Suguru who threw your legs over his shoulders, ripped the tape off of your mouth, just so he could press his full weight onto you as he leaned down to sloppily kiss you.

"Say it's mines, mamas. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon say who this good pussy belongs too. This pretty pussy that I'm going to impregnate.. You'd like that wouldn't you? Me getting you pregnant, you having MY baby- just say it pretty girl, say it, say it, say it-!"

"I-its yours, AaAah- S- Su- Fuck-"

"Atta girl.. That's right, my fuckin pussy, nobody elses~"

Yandere!Suguru who made you call off of work so that he could properly breed you for the rest of the day so he can make sure you're well fertilized with his seed.

[stvrchaser]

jay kelso when his parents stop him from seeing you like kitty and red did leia 🤭

a rebel at heart

( note ) : hey! thanks for the request! i had a lot of fun writing this and i hope it lives up to your expectations. i really tried to go for that light-hearted summer romance vibe. i wanted to match the sit-com feel too. i threw in some sarcasm to make it seem genuine. enjoy!!

p.s. sorry if any of the paragraphs repeat below the cut. i’ve been having the same issue for months but nothing i do seems to fix it

( pairing ) : jay kelso x reader

( words ) : 1335

You know, logically, that ten feet is nothing compared to the three-hundred foot block you just walked in the sweltering heat. But looking down at that distance, from a slanted roof and the hard ground at your feet…

Well. That changes a few things.

Jay broke his arm over the weekend trying to do some crazy stunt off a cliff. It was supposed to be a fun date — a picnic setup by the edge, overlooking the water, and a boom box stereo blaring your favorite songs. It was supposed to be great. And it was great, until it wasn’t.

In hindsight, you really shouldn’t have taken him to that spot, but the summer heat had limited your options. Going to a park didn’t sound so appealing when the sun could bore holes into your clothes, the woods would have had mosquitoes feasting on you two within seconds, and the community pool would have been too crowded on a day like that.

So what better plan than to have that date on a quiet, secluded, cool cliff side?

So what better plan than to have that date on a quiet, secluded, cool cliff side?

You didn’t think your boyfriend, even with his flair of dramatics, would land you in the ER by the end of it. But, hey. Like he said, “At least this isn’t a date we’ll forget.”

It was memorable, that’s for sure. If only it hadn’t gotten you two banned from seeing each other for the next week. Well, that was a bit of a stretch. You believe their exact words were, “Jay, you’re not allowed to leave the house for the next week.” It wasn’t a punishment, per se. More of a “valuable life lesson,” Jackie called it. She, Micheal, and Jay looked a little horrified as she’d said it. You guessed this didn’t happen very often.

Jay was, for lack of a better term, grounded. You think it’s really just to keep him from straining his arm — or worse, breaking the other one — so you respected his parents’ wishes. Jay, you’re not allowed to leave the house for the next week. At no point did you hear that you couldn’t come over.

So, here you are, sneaking into his bedroom window. Aren’t you just the epitome of romance? It would be a whole lot more romantic if you didn’t slip off the roof and die.

“Jay,” you whisper, tapping his window. The urgency in your voice, or maybe just hearing your voice at all, forced him upright. It’s not too late but being grounded left him with nothing to do. No TV, no computer, no Nate, and no girlfriend. The horror. You guess he opted in for sleeping early. The light of his bedside table keeps the room dimly lit and you can just make out the silhouette of him. He turns in bed, surprised.

“Y/N?” You watch him kick the covers off, his arm still wrapped in a sling. He seems to have forgotten with all the excitement because he winces when he opens the window with his uninjured arm like he’d tried to use it too.

“Easy, tiger.” It strays from your long list of nicknames, but Jay doesn’t seem to mind. He’s got that grin that makes the world slow, like you’ve got all the time in the universe and you’re lucky enough to spend it with him. Granted, it’s the same look he gave you right before he jumped off that cliff and did that incredibly stupid flip, but you’re very much in love with him. That comes with a pass, doesn’t it?

You’ve barely made it halfway through the window when he pulls you in for a kiss. You can feel him smile into it.

“Your parents must hate me if they’re keeping me away from this,” you whisper, savoring the moment.

“My parents love you,” he says obliviously. He seems a little dazed, a little slow to pick up on the humor in your tone.

“Yeah, they do,” you admit. “It’s still not fair. I missed you.”

“How do you think I feel?”

“Wanna tell me about it?”

“You know I’m not too good with words.”

“Show me, then.”

He pulls you away from the window, going in for another kiss. But then he notices the way you visibly relax the further away you are from the window.

“You took me to a cliff. Don’t tell me you’re scared of heights.” He’s teasing, but there’s genuine curiosity in his voice.

“I’m scared of giving your parents a reason to hate me. We’re basically on probation, Jay.”

“See? This is why they love you. You actually care about their rules.” He plants a kiss on your cheek.

“You don’t?”

“What can I say? I’m a rebel at heart.”

You have to laugh a little. He sounds so smug, so genuinely confident in that statement. You almost don’t want to ruin it. Almost.

“You don’t think so?”

“No, you definitely have a rebellious streak. It’s just… don’t you think there are better words to describe you?”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” His tone sounds suggestive, expecting some sort of praise you refuse to give him just yet.

“Well, personally, I think ‘princess’ suits you better than ‘rebel.’”

“Princess?”

“Locked up in your tower, your knight in shining armor coming to save you… I’d say it fits.” You’re kneeling on his bed, fingers running through his hair while his hand taps an absentminded beat against your waist.

“Oh, you think you’re the knight?” he asks, challenging you. There’s a glint of mischief in his eyes, visible even in the dark.

“I’m here to save you from boredom, aren’t I?” You don’t mention that saving him from boredom conveniently satisfies your boredom too. He figures it out, anyway.

“Hm, are we sure it’s not the other way around?”

“Nope. I don’t think so.” You shake your head, face determined to keep this joke up. “But, you know, if I was wrong in assuming that you missed me, I can leave. I wouldn’t want to intrude on your alone ti—“

“No!” You start to turn around, heading for the window. His arm instinctively reaches to stop you, but not before he practically yells for you. It forces you to turn back, eyes wide, slapping a hand over his mouth to muffle whatever else he was trying to say. You shush him, listening for the creak of a door or incoming footsteps.

When you’re sure nobody had heard, you throw a punch at his shoulder.

“They could have heard you!” You were half whispering and yelling, careful not to raise your voice but eager to get him to comply. It’s nothing serious. There’s more thrill to your voice than anxiousness.

“You were going to leave!”

“Buttercup, I was just messing with you.” You hold his face in your hands, squeezing his cheeks as he rolls his eyes. There’s a childishness about him, about what you two have, that heals something in you. Like a long-forgotten memory where all that’s left is the way it makes you feel. And, damn it, nobody’s ever made you feel like this.

“You’re so funny. How about we don’t do it again?” He squeezes your wrist but doesn’t try to pry you off. If anything, he seems to want to keep you right where you are.

“Whatever you say, princess.” He groans.

“Oh, no. Is that gonna stick?”

“Only if you want it to. I’m your knight, aren’t I? I think obeying royalty is in my job description.” He smiles, not entirely unhappy with the prospect of that idea.

“Well, when you put it like that…” It makes you laugh, how easily he warms to the thought.

“Like I said, you make a very convincing princess. Pretty face, pretty hair. Rapunzel’s got nothing on you.” You sit beside him, pushing tousled hair from his eyes and watching the corners of his mouth turn to a smile. He leans into your touch, broken arms and summer heat forgotten.

You take note that he doesn’t make any effort to protest after that.

[paladin--strait]

Can you please write a timo meier imagine about timo and reader being in a relationship, timo is away for a game, and reader who lives in San Jose, is ice skating with her buddies at Sharks Ice. for a family friend's child's birthday party, Sharkie the mascot was there, and reader's phone, which is in her bag on the bench keeps going off, which is timo calling her multiple times and one of her guy friends, who is sitting on the bench answers it as the music is very loud, which makes it difficult to get her attention as she is on the ice and timo is like "who are you and why are answering her phone", reader's attention is finally caught and she gets off the ice and has to explain to timo that he had already met her guy friend. Add whatever you want to it

i hope you like it! thank you for your request and as always, let me know if i need to change anything! 😘

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it was a bright saturday afternoon at sharks ice, and the laughter of kids filled the rink as i skated with my friends at a family friend’s birthday party. sharkie, the sharks mascot, was doing his usual antics, and the energy in the air was contagious.

i was excited, but i also missed my boyfriend timo, who was also away from home on an away game for the new jersey devils against the edmonton oilers. ours trips worked out good, we would both be gone at the same time.

as i glided around the rink, my phone buzzed repeatedly in my bag on the bench. i figured it was timo checking in, so i kept an eye on it while enjoying the festivities. my friends, however, had other plans.

“hey, look! it’s her boyfriend!” jake, one of my guy friends, exclaimed, grabbing my phone and squinting at the screen. “should i answer?”

“definitely! let’s mess with him!” sarah chimed in, laughing.

before i could protest, jake pressed the green button. “hello?” he said, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear.

“who is this?” timo’s voice came through, sounding confused.

“i’m jake, her friend. what’s up?” jake said, clearly enjoying himself.

“where’s she?” timo asked, his tone shifting to concern.

“she’s busy skating, but i’m here now. what do you want?” jake replied, stifling laughter.

at that moment, sarah leaned in and whispered loudly, “tell him you’re her new boyfriend!”

jake, grinning from ear to ear, turned back to the phone. “i’m her new boyfriend now! hope that’s cool with you.”

i skated over, panic rising in my chest. “jake! no!” i yelled, trying to get his attention.

timo’s voice came through again, tinged with disbelief. “wait, what? who is this guy? why is he answering for you?”

i finally reached the bench, breathless. “timo, it’s just jake! you’ve never met him! he’s a friend, i promise!” i yell out to him, running to the other side of the bench to snatch the phone.

“whoa, whoa, hold on,” timo said, a mix of relief and annoyance in his voice. “i thought you were getting cozy with some random dude while i’m halfway across the country!”

i grabbed my phone, shaking my head and laughing. “no way! just a bunch of stupid goofballs here. i’d never do that to you!" i say, my words about the friends come out in a tone that alerts them to go away.

timo sighed, a hint of laughter returning to his tone. “next time, keep your phone closer, alright? this is ridiculous.”

“absolutely,” i said, smiling at the chaos my friends had created. “i miss you tons.”

“miss you too. can’t wait to see you when i’m back, i love you." he replied, his voice softening.

after i hung up, i turned back to my friends, who were still cracking up. “you guys are the worst!” i laughed, shaking my head at their antics.

as i resumed skating, the warmth of timo’s voice lingered, reminding me that even though he was far away, our connection was strong. i felt grateful for the laughter, the friends who made moments memorable, and the love that kept us close, no matter the distance.

[harleys1nhawaii]

LACRYMOSA

pairing: dabi / todoroki touya x gn!reader

warnings: angst, major character death, implied sexual intercourse

a/n: not proof read. pure angst and sadness. this song always created an atmosphere in my mind like this. i’m happy i got to write about it cuz i’m terrible at writing down my thoughts. i’m proud if y’all feel terrible<3

“grief is the price we pay for love.” said queen elizabeth. perhaps because of it’s uniqueness, you had never truly understood how it felt before. you couldn’t have guessed how much it would hurt, or how the world around you would fade away and leave you alone by yourself in the burden.

the sun is shining too bright. the birds aren’t chirping like they used to. even the stars are refusing to shine. grieving over the things you can’t repair. out on your own, cold and alone again. can this be what you really wanted, baby?

you couldn’t get your last night with him out of your head. shedding silent tears with your head on his chest, sinking into his embrace. you knew this was the unavoidable truth and couldn’t have prevented it. assuring yourself that this time wasn’t that time wasn’t something you could do forever. you couldn’t escape the truths of his wicked life, you couldn’t hold him back.

“will you come back?”

there you were, such a helpless fool. asking questions that you knew the answers of, hoping for a miracle to happen. praying to your gods as you curse at them at the same time. maybe if they weren’t so cruel, maybe if they were kind enough to bless him with a beautifully written fate, you wouldn’t have been begging your boyfriend to stay. to live.

he was silent as the blood made it’s way all the way through his cheek to the soft cotton case of the pillow. the bright moonlight shined into his cerulean eyes as he cracked a wicked smile to himself. this fresh wound that has opened deep inside of his heart had to be aching, but instead it was filled right up to the brim with a burning excitement.

he wasn’t going to lie, nor sugarcoat his words.

you dug yourself into him harder, pressing your face against the fabric of his tshirt, wet with your own tears.

you weren’t stupid. you knew what that meant. he wasn’t coming back. he’s no longer eating dinner you would make for two . he’s no longer watching stupid horror movies with you and then making out on the same couch for half the movie. when you go to bed at night, he won’t be there to hug you and fall asleep. after tonight, he wasn’t going to bed again.

after all those years of living a lowlife and waiting for the right time, he couldn’t go back and lose all the progress. he wasn’t going to die before he could kill his father. and since not dying has became a goal for the night of his day, he couldn’t turn down his this one only chance. “i can’t change who i am now, not this time. i won’t lie to keep you waiting for me. and in this short life,” he paused, exhaling a deep breath. “there’s no time to waste on giving up.”

“and you can blame it on me. set your guilt free, honey.” you squeeze your jaw to not let out a sob, gulping with the taste of his ashes.

“i don’t want to hold you back now, love. goodbye.”

that night you didn’t sleep. you wrapped your arms around him and tasted him on your tongue. his scent, his curves, his burns, his fresh pale skin. you memorized every little detail to keep him forever alive in your mind. you didn’t resist when he shifted from under you at pre sunrise. you didn’t move, you didn’t open your eyes. you knew you wouldn’t let him go if you saw how he pulled his clothes on and grabbed his coat from your hanger.

you shivered when you felt his mismatched lips press on your forehead, burning your skin.

“live a beautiful life, baby.” you heard him whisper into your neck. you kept your eyes closed, forcing your tears to hold in. you heard the front door open. you prayed to your gods to send down a miracle to make him change his mind and go prepare some breakfast instead. they didn’t.

you heard the door slam back when tears made their way rolling down on down your cheeks.

your love wasn’t enough.

[floralembarrassment]

Hey,

I really love your writing and I have been binge reading them the past week or so now and I just lost so many tears, you write so well. Thank you:)

Also, can you write something with trans Regulus being cared by James?

I will appreciate it if you wrote that. Thank you please keep writing:)))

Hello! I love the binge reading of my blog for you, I'm glad you have found your way here! thank you for the compliments too they make my heart so full! As for this request I wasn't too sure what you meant by care so this is what you sparked fore but if there was something more specific you where looking for please request again! with love

It's Always Been You (1/1) (jegulus)

He kept his eyes closed as the sun warmed Regulus' pale skin. He allowed himself to sink into the soft grass, and found a smile creeping up his lips as he felt a hand brush against his. Then a pinky linking with his.

"You are so incredibly handsome," James whispered.

"Hmm," Regulus hummed in response and squeezed James' pinky back.

James chuckled. "What was that?" James asked turning his head to look at Regulus. Regulus turned his head and opened his eyes, and even though he was no longer looking up at the sky he was still blinded by the sun in front of him.

"It's just... that was nice to hear," Regulus murmured.

"Compliments generally are Regulus," James laughed fondly again.

Regulus laughed along with him, and James could have sworn his heart swelled at the sound. He nudged James with his shoulder. James responded by allowing his hand to rest on Regulus bare chest and Regulus leaned into his touch more.

"No it's not that... it's just, hearing handsome was very affirming," Regulus mumbled.

"I think that's also the point of compliments," James said but a mix of loving and curious.

Regulus took a deep breath, "it's just hard that some people know and others don't get it, and some... well-"

"Some are just stupid?" James offers when Regulus' words stall.

"Yeah," Regulus says.

James moved his hand mindlessly, tracing Regulus' ribs and his scars, exploring his skin like he didn't already have each dip and valley memorized. Finally moving to cup Regulus' face, James made sure to hold his gaze. Regulus felt like James was trying his best to speak right to his soul.

"Regulus I have known you for a long time, and knowing you now, I can see you. It's just like oh there you are, there's my Reg," James explains.

"Your Reg," Regulus whispers with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, my boyfriend. A gorgeous and snarky and incredibly smart man who I have been waiting for my whole life," James said.

Regulus leaned in and kissed him. Letting the feelings of safety wash over him. He found home in his skin now and he found home in James.

"It's a good thing no one is around," James started, "because you're losing your street cred by how giddy your expression is," he finished and kissed Regulus again.

"I'm so happy, you help me feel happy and I'm not afraid of who knows that now," Regulus whispered, his silver eyes pouring themselves into James' brown.

[hongcherry]

can i request an angsty hurt/comfort hwa fic pretty please 🙏

in your head || p.sh

💧 Pairing: bestFriend!Seonghwa x Reader (gn)

💧 Rating/Genres/AUs: PG15; Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff; best friends (to lovers?)

💧 Warnings: cheating (not between hwa n reader), gn but the ex is a man, lmk if there is anything else <3

💧 Word Count: 950

💧 Author's Note: Thank you for the request!!!! I hope it's okay 🥺 Apologies for the wait. also, toward the end of writing this, i realized it matches ariana grande's 'in my head' lol

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Seonghwa sits across from you in your living room. Used tissues litter the floor and your sniffles fill the small apartment. You can’t stop crying. You can’t stop thinking of the man who took your heart and crushed it in his hands.

“He doesn’t deserve you,” Seonghwa tries to soothe you with his words. “Think of it as a good thing—”

“It’s good that my boyfriend—ex-boyfriend cheated on me with one of my closest friends?!” you exclaim, throwing another tissue down to form a small pile on the floor.

Seonghwa glances at it, trying to hide his grimace at the mess you’re making. That’s not important right now.

“No, of course not. It’s a good thing you got rid of the asshole before things became serious,” he continues.

“But it was already serious,” you huff. “He was going to propose to me.”

Seonghwa’s eyes widen. You hadn’t told him this yet.

“When did you both decide that?” he asks, trying to ignore the annoyance he feels. Your ex was going to propose to you while actively hooking up behind your back. Bastard.

“Earlier this month,” you explain. “He said he wanted to surprise me, so he’s been waiting.”

Seonghwa releases a breath, but it sounds like a scoff.

“Don’t make that noise,” you scold. Your sadness begins to turn to annoyance. Seonghwa’s supposed to be here to comfort you. He’s been your best friend and has been there for you whenever you need him. But now you wish you never invited him over.

“Sorry,” he replies, but it doesn’t seem like he means it.

“He was supposed to be mine,” you begin, hands curling into fists in your lap. “He’s everything I want! He has a stable job, he’s intelligent, he cares for his family…“

The more you talk, the more red Seonghwa sees. He’s tired of you putting him on a pedestal he doesn’t deserve to be on.

“… and handsome! I love how he memorized my food orders, how he laughs at my jokes even if they’re not funny—”

“You love the idea of him,” Seonghwa finally snaps. He disregards the fact that he does everything you’ve said, yet you’ve never seen him as more than a friend.

Now’s not the time, he repeats to himself.

You stop talking, your eyes widen, and your mouth ajar.

“W-what?”

“You made up this image of him in your head. That’s not who he is. That’s who you think he is.”

You stay silent as you mull over his accusation. He couldn’t be right. Your ex really was all those things… Right?

Suddenly, your heart feels like it’s being squeezed. Your breathing is shortening, and your thoughts are soaring with doubt.

Seonghwa calls your name carefully, trying to ease your panic. He rises from his seat and kneels in front of you. He doesn’t place his hands on you since he knows you would rather not be touched in moments like these.

He simply waits for you to make the first move.

And it doesn’t take long for you to.

Your arms reach out for him, frantically grasping onto his clothes.

Seonghwa attempts to sit on the couch but you simply slide down to be on the floor. Seonghwa doesn’t protest and wraps his arms around your body. He pulls you to rest between his legs as he begins to slowly rock you both.

“Why did he do this?” you whimper into his chest.

Seonghwa frowns even though you can’t see it.

“Because he’s stupid.”

“Hwa,” you sigh and lean away slightly. Even if that’s true, you still care for your ex, and it’s hard to hear negative thoughts about him—at least right now. In a way, it just makes your confidence go down. How deep into your idealization were you? 

“I know,” Seonghwa replies softly. “I just want you to know you didn’t do anything to make him betray you. He did that himself. If he wasn’t happy or wanted something different, he should’ve just told you.”

You sniffle listening to him.

“And your friend,” he begins, “They should’ve talked to you, too. I hope you don’t talk to either one of them for a while.”

You nod. You’ve already been ignoring their calls and messages, but you know you’ll cave in soon.

“Take some time to heal and when you’re ready to listen to them, then feel free to. You deserve closure—if that’s what you want. If not, it’s okay to just move on without them.”

You stare at Seonghwa with red, puffy eyes. You’re not sure what to say. Your head has begun hurting and your energy suddenly has depleted.

“Come, let’s eat some snacks and watch a movie,” Seonghwa suggests and gently guides you up. You follow his lead and flop onto the couch.

Once you’re situated, Seonghwa stands and retrieves a few snacks you have. You grab the remote and switch to a streaming platform.

“Any requests?” you ask.

Seonghwa wants to reply you can choose, but he figures you’re too mentally exhausted to even make a decision. Instead, he answers with one of your comfort movies. You’ve forced him to watch it several times already, and each time, you gush over the scenes as if it’s your first time watching it.

You offer him a small smile at his reply and happily tune into it, grateful to have him by your side. Seonghwa has always been there for you, and he always knows what to do to make you feel better. He knows you won’t recover from your ex soon, but he hopes he can be the person to help you along your journey—slowly chipping away the pain until you’re no longer numb with sadness.

A/N: I apologize if this wasn't angsty-hurt/comfort-y enough! D: If you have something specific in mind, please feel free to send in a prompt!

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[rukkiya]

what I adore

( kaveh x reader, cyno x reader (separate)

tw: mentions of scars from fights, insecure reader in Cyno’s part, these boys just love you so much)

kaveh *ੈ✩‧₊˚

An architect like Kaveh has always had a keen eye for beauty, you being the one person he thinks of when he thinks of the word alone.

He can't seem to get enough of you and the beautiful ink that decorates your soft skin.

“We should get up.” You sleepily mumble into your pillow, your face squished against it as your eyes fight to stay open.

Your bare back was on display for kaveh, shirt scrunched a bit perfectly showing the intricate lines that cascade down your spine.

The sun sits just upon the curve of your back making it look all the more enticing.

“No harm done in another minute now is there.” He hums, hand ghosting over your back as he subconsciously leans closer.

“That doesn’t sound like something you’d say you nerd, aren’t you punctua-“ you feel a pair of lips meet your back and your words come to a halt, any thoughts or words being thrown out the window as his lips met your back, the most sensitive part if you was now being kissed.

“Kaveh?” Your head shoots up as you look back at your boyfriend who only hums, sending vibrations up your spine as his kisses travel upwards.

His lips follow the lines of your tattoos, memorizing each curve and pattern that decorates your skin.

“You make these tattoo’s all the more mesmerizing.” He breathes out as he kisses up your shoulder making you gasp, your drowsiness long gone as you feel his hands lay at your waist.

“I-I don’t think I specifically have anything to do with making them look any better than they would on anyone else.” You stutter, trying to crack a joke though his advances were getting more needy by the second.

His hand stills and his kisses stop, you slowly turn around to see his vermillion eyes staring at you with absolute adoration.

A soft smile graces his features and he quickly turns you around so you're fully facing him, now he can finally get a full view of your beautiful face.

“No darling,” He whispers, hand brushing your bed head hair from your face. “I know what I said, I’ve never seen the appeal in tattoos until I met you.” He leans closer, thumb tracing your bottom lip and you gulp at the proximity. You want to kiss him.

You open your mouth to say something but the small alarm on your bedside table goes off making you let out a small scream, head whipping to grab the small clock.

“Ah, now it's actually time to get up.” you chuckle, turning and showing Kaveh the time on the clock only for him to grab the small clock and throw it behind him making you gasp.

“Hey my clock! We actually have to get going or else we'll be late.” you laugh, throwing your pillow at him as you climb over him to get your clock he rudely tossed to the side.

“How dare you throw my cloc- HEY!”

Before you could reach down you feel his hands wrap around your waist once again and in second your back was met with the soft mattress below you as he propped himself over you, chest vibrating as he let out a chuckle at your reaction.

“Trying to leave me so soon?” He fake pouts.

“Kaveh we'll actually be late, don't you have a meeting today?” you laugh at his stupid pretty face, looking at the clock on the floor only to feel his lips meet your neck.

“Be patient love.” he kisses down to your shoulder making you gasp at his sudden action.

“The meeting can wait, we won't leave here unless I finish kissing the beautiful lines that decorate your skin.” you feel his lips smile against your skin and feel your heart flutter. You've never met someone who adores your tattoos as much as Kaveh does. You weren't used to getting much attention on them since they were mostly in areas you kept covered but kaveh made you feel better about having them, you felt comfortable around him to show them and he made sure to show you just how much he loved seeing them.

Cyno *ੈ✩‧₊˚

You catch a glimpse of your fresh new scar that littered your abdomen from your previous fight when you were on an expedition, frowning at the long gash it left behind, along with many others that littered not only your torso but arms and legs as well.

Cyno was packing his things for his meeting with Al Haitham and was looking for the files he was working on last night. He had misplaced them and now they were nowhere to be seen, with every passing second he spent looking the kore irritated he grew.

“Y/n, have you seen my-” He pushes the restroom door open seeing you turn around with wide eyes.

You quickly pull your shirt down your torso when you hear him open the restroom door, head whipping back as you send him a lopsided smile, hoping he didn't see the look of displeasure that was written all over your features.

“Cyno!” you jump a bit, a small laugh escaping your lips. Though he didn't miss the look on your face just a second ago. “Sorry, what were you asking for?” You ask, wrapping your arms around your torso feeling the need to hide yourself at the moment.

His eyes narrow as he takes a step in, frown deepening at the face your were making when he caught you looking at yourself in the mirror.

In a second he's right in front of you gently grabbing your arms and pulling them away from your stomach. His paperwork is now the last thing on his mind. Seeing you look at yourself that way because of the scars that are littered on your skin made him hurt. He doenst understand why you would look at yourself any other way than he does, he sees nothing wring with them at all.

“Cyno? What’re you-”

“Don’t hide yourself from me.” He cuts you off, making you look up at him in confusion. You notice how his eyes are much softer than usual.

“No it's- I'm not! I just didn't want you to see- ah I don't know, my scars, the cuts I have from battles they're not pretty to look at you know?” you admit, a small laugh escaping your lips as you felt embarrassed to admit it aloud.

“I just didn't want you to see them.” You look down at your arms that are still in his hold, thumbs softly tracing over old scars that are littered on your forearms.

“Don't be embarrassed of them, ever.” He brings one of your arms up, kissing the scar his thumb was carsessing seconds ago before doing the same to your other arm.

“Not in front of me, let me see you, every part of you.” his hands then reach for your face, making you meet his eyes again. “Don't hide yourself from me. Your scars are a part of you that I admire, that I love as well.” He leans closer, kissing at the scar that decorated your shoulder and collarbone. “These show your hardships, what you've been through, how many lives you've saved.” he kneels down, hands holding your waist as he looks up at you with assuring eyes.

You feel your eyes burn. Mouth opening to say otherwise but nothing comes out. Though you haven't voiced your thoughts, the scars that you have were bothering you more than normal, making you afraid to show yourself to Cyno thinking he'd dislike them too.

“Every scar or birthmark, no matter how big or small, is a part of you, just more to love about you.” he lifts up your shirt making you reach to pull it back down only to feel his hands stop yours before doing so.

“I love you, your scars, everything that decorates your skin. I want to memorize every part. Please don't hide them or feel ashamed of them.” His breath hits your abdomen making your breath get caught in your throat. “No matter how many you have or how many more you get, it won't make me love you any less.” you feel his lips gently press against your new scar and your eyes start to burn even more.

Cyno has always been gentle with you, always easing your racing thoughts and being there when you needed him most. Looking down at him as his lips trace your scars on your torso make your heart burst with even more love for him. You've been afraid he'd comment on how you had too many scars or how he didnt like them but he proved your thoughts wrong. His touch, his voice, his eyes held no lie as he made sure to kiss every scar that decorated our body. He wants to show you just how much of you, every single part of you, he adores.

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author’s note: hello loves!! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ it feels like its been forever since I’ve last posted im sorry about that, schools been kicking my butt T^T BUT! ive finally written a piece for Kaveh and Cyno ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و and its not angst WHAT ?!?! a surprise truly LOL, I hope you all enjoy though! remember to stay safe and take care ok! ^~^<3 (also sorry for any errors or misspelled words, i didnt have time to revise!)

[olivyh]

Oh my god I literally love your writing

I was wondering if I could get some tooth rotting fluff with jamil? (like domestic stuff, cuddles, and kisses)

I thank you in advance

A/N: TYSM!! And omg I am an absolute sucker for tooth rotting fluff <<333 Happy new year everyone!!! Also for the sake of fic purposes he either doesn't have roommates or they're not there <3 I also switch POV's a lot (from either reader's or the characters) and I wanna know which one you guys prefer! I like writing both, but I'm not sure how it comes across to readers ;;;

Normally the two of you would spend your evenings unwinding from the stresses of daily life at NRC- you laying on his bed, silk sheets soft against your just-washed skin, and reading through homework or copying missed notes, with Jamil sitting beside you, unbraiding his hair and coating the thin strands with oils, brushing it out gently s he taps his feet to the music. More often than not you would both have dinner pre-made at the beginning of the week to easily reheat and enjoy beside one another, chatting softly into the late hours of the night while the rest of Scarabia was asleep. There's a chill in the air- a deep contrast to the blistering heat of the sun during the day. Through his window, you could almost make out the different constellations as each and every star shines brightly above the wide stretch of desert that surrounded the dorm. Tonight seemed as though it was no different- soft music coming from Jamil's phone face-down on his bedside table and the comforting sound of the brush as it pulls through Jamil's long hair, some of it splaying across your face as he moves it teasingly, making you huff and send a pout in his direction.

You close your book suddenly and huff, burying your face in your hands as you groan loudly.

"Something wrong, Love?" He hums, placing the brush down and gently pushing his hair over his shoulder, placing his hand beside your waist and leaning on it, causing the bed to dip. You pout up at him and sigh, pushing the book further from you with your foot until it's practically teetering off the side of the mattress.

"Spells are stupid!" He snickers at your frustration, leaning further until he's practically centimeters away from your face. You feel warmth spread throughout your chest but choose to ignore it, preferring your annoyance over the man in front of you. "I mean- I can't even use magic! Why do I need to study this?"

"Maybe so you could help me?" He teases, offering a sideways smirk as you scoff.

"Like you need any help with spells! You know them all already!" He shrugs and leans back, much to your disappointment. It must be evident on your face as he chuckles and stands, raising an eyebrow.

"Expecting something else?"

"A kiss from my lovely boyfriend would be nice," His eyes widen for a second, clearly taken back by your boldness before he stands, offering his hand while his other picks up his phone and scrolls.

"How about something better?"

"Better?"

A soft song begins to play from the speakers, the lyrics gentle as the voices of the singers ring out amongst the piano and violin. You gently take his outstretched hand, clasping your own in it and standing, the carpet cold beneath your feet. By now, you practically have every dip and callous on his hand memorized from the countless times you've held them, every moment spent together with you gently running your fingers over his own. Yet, the warmth of it never ceases to amaze you, as well as the safety offered.

You had gone into the relationship knowing that, while Jamil had a way with words when he was feeling particularly stressed or if he felt he had to affirm your doubts, he was not a particularly verbally affectionate man. He loved you, you knew- how couldn't you when he offered you home-cooked meals daily and listened to your woes? When he looked at you with that sparkle in his eye, the way his expressions would soften ever-so-slightly when they shifted in your direction.

Where he did not express his love verbally, he expressed it physically. And with that, he used his hands, like much else in his life. A hand on the small of your back when you were visibly nervous, a hand ruffling your hair when you did something jokingly, a comforting hand on your shoulder when the burdens of a strange world became too much for you to bear yourself.

Your favorite had to be when his hands held yours.

When he held your hand firmly, yet not too tightly, you felt as though he was telling you so much more than he could with his words alone. The firmness of his grip told you that he was there, that he would always be there no matter what happened. That you would be safe with him and that you could lean on him should you need it, he would be there to catch you when you fall and to lift you back up when you couldn't do it on your own.

But... he held enough softness within it to tell you that he was scared of this change, scared of being vulnerable in your relationship. He was new to this sort of intimacy, it was unexplored territory for him. It was as though he was telling you that his time with you was fleeting should you choose that path, that he could be called away at any time, or you could vanish from this world without a trace.

At the same time you couldn't help but feel that it was how he viewed you as well, a magicless human in a strange world with a soon-to-be-sorcerer, one who had tried to hurt you and your friends before. He saw you as a delicate piece of fine china, and he, a beast who could shatter it easily. You knew he would never hurt you, but his delicate touch during these sorts of moments reminded you that he was petrified of you getting hurt at his expense (or even worse, at his own hands).

You'd been in a world of your own for so long that you didn't even notice when his hands had released themselves from your own and had explored to different places. One hand rested on the small of your back, holding you closer, and another was placed on the nape of your neck, his thumb rubbing comforting circles in the skin that lay there. He hums softly, mumbling the words in tune with the singers in a voice that was as smooth as silk and as sweet as honey as it left his lips.

"Distracted?" He asked, slowly swaying to the music. You nod slowly, opting to rest one hand dangling over his shoulder, running through his loose hair while the other made its home on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat through his thin t-shirt.

"Just thinking about you," He takes a sharp, soft breath before letting it all out in a shaky exhale, the corners of his lips quirking up in a smile as he presses his forehead against your own- you could feel the heat as it blooms in his chest and creeps up his face.

"Welcome to the club," His eyes widen as he sputters quietly for a moment. "I mean, not about me, about you-"

You laugh quietly, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, tasting the mint of his chapstick against your own and feeling the tingle that it leaves as you pull away, wrapping a strand of his hair around your finger. The action makes the hand on the small of your back much firmer as he pulls until you're nearly chest to chest. The song seems to get louder, the voices rising until it seems they're ready to hit a peak. You gasp as he suddenly pulls away and attempts to twirl you, ending in you stumbling and laughing, falling backward and pulling him with you until you land on the bed, the mattress creaking from the sudden addition of weight as well as the force of the fall.

Your laughter turns into soft chuckles in between breaths as you roll over, facing him. He does the same and grins as you place your hand on his cheek. Jamil raises his own and holds it against yours, humming softly as he leans into your palm. You can feel the warmth of his face against your hand- constant, comforting as you press a soft kiss to his lips once more. He leans into the kiss this time, now expecting it and prepared for the burst of affection. He raises his hands until they press at the base of your skull, pushing your face closer towards his.

It feels as though Jamil is telling you a million different things at once- some questions, some expressions of love, some doubts, and some insecurities. He seems almost desperate as he parts for air once, gasping as though every spurt of air would be his last, then goes back in for seconds, pulling you flush against him.

Wordlessly, he tells you that there's nothing more to worry about, that he will always protect you and keep you safe, that you're precious to him- worth more than all the jewels in the world. In the sanctity of his kiss you could make out the questions of when and why; wondering why him (you could give him a list- it would take all day and then some to read through) and when you two would do this again and again and again.

In the soft flutter of his eyelashes as they dance across your cheeks he expresses his worries- for both his life and yours. A mixture of "you deserve better"s and "you'll get hurt because of me"s tingle your skin as his other hand lands on your hip.

In his breaths lie his hopes for the future- days spent dancing in the kitchen and cooking with one another in a house all your own and traveling the world until the find the one place that calls to you both the most. Dancing in the rain and exploring foreign streets and markets, dancing through flower fields and watching the sunset atop mountains, stargazing in low valleys and holding you close atop a rooftop balcony as the city streets below bustle with life in the early hours in the morning. He dreamed of coffee kisses and warm blankets and long flights with you at his side. A ring on your finger, perhaps, and a matching one on his own.

With your gentle touches on his face you hush his worries and his racing mind as you part, your gaze on his own melting away any and all coherent thought that was swimming around in his mind, spiraling endlessly.

He presses his forehead against yours once more as you stifle a yawn, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your face in the crook of his neck. He raises a hand to rub against your back soothingly, tracing patterns and pictures that you try to make out in your head until you feel your consciousness slip away.

"Sleep well, Love."

[medowlarken]

hi! saw that you were taking requests and o saw this reel the other day and.... can't get it out of my head

if you're comfortable with it, can i request a fic based on this reel with jean kirstein :')

only if you're okay with it though!

thank you <3

((ngl this was weirdly hard for me to write? i went through like three different renditions before finally settling on this one :/ anyway, thanks for the request and sorry it took so long! TW// for some language and spiciness but nothing extreme))  

"Hold still.”

Jean sipped his teeth but did as he was told, tilting his face up as you flicked the tip of your eyeliner pen against his closed lids.

“This is stupid,” he muttered, “I’m just gunna look dumb.”

“Hush,” you replied. You gripped his stubbled chin between your thumb and forefinger and turned his face to line the other lid. “Don’t doubt my skills. You look hot.”

You’d gone for bold winged eyeliner-- a bit more extreme than what you’d usually wear, but you wanted your boyfriend’s first makeup experience to be memorable. 

Jean was pretty particular about his style. No to the point of narcissism--although, some of the other guys might disagree--but the man knew what he looked good in and stuck to it. You’d been begging to put makeup on him for ages and he’d always vehemently refused. 

That is, until now. Your friends Bertolt and Reiner were finally tying the knot after what felt like a decade together. It was only fitting that their engagement party be as unapologetically queer as they were. Or, as Reiner had worded it in the group chat, no gender, only vibes, stirring up confused excitement among the rest of you and a sweat drop emoji from his fiancé. 

Knowing your friends, the party was bound be a debaucherous disaster. You’d been looking forward to it for weeks.

Back in the present, Jean blinked his eyes open and peered up at you. The wings of his eyeliner were more or less even, to your relief. It brought out the natural sharpness of his gaze tenfold. You’d clipped his bangs back with a pair of barrettes-- the dusky pink matched the fabric of his billowy trousers. A mesh top brought the whole look together, hugging his lean pecs and flattening his smattering of chest hair. A layered combination of both of your jewelry was the metaphorical cherry on top.

You looked good too, of course--comfortably formless in your slouchy skirt and one of his sweater vests--but Jean looked damn good. You were almost jealous.

You smiled at him. “I really outdid myself this time. Maybe I should become a makeup artist.”

Jean snorted and rose up from his desk chair, necklaces clinking together. “As long as you can keep paying your half of the rent, I’ll support you, babe.” He went over to the mirror hanging over your shared dresser and inspected his face. “Huh. Not bad.”

“We’re not done yet,” you said. You patted the seat of the chair and he wandered back over. “Gotta finish off with the lips. I think this color will look good.” You held up a tube of lip gloss for his approval.

Jean frowned. “It looks like mud.”

“Melted chocolate,” you corrected, unscrewing the lid and dabbing excess product off the wand. “It goes on pretty sheer. Now pucker up.”

Jean pursed his lips in an overdramatic way that had you giggling and smacking his shoulder, taking care not to drop the lip gloss wand in your hand. He grinned, expression going soft, then relaxed his mouth so you could swipe the gloss onto his bottom lip.

Your laughter faded as you concentrated on the task at hand. The brownish color of the gloss was fairly neutral but overlining would probably stand out in a bad way. Jean’s bottom lip was a bit fuller than his top one-- you ran the flat part of the wand across it, leaving sticky, shimmery product behind. The tip of his tongue peeked out from behind his bottom row of teeth. Combined with the smolder of his black-lined gaze, it made something hot squirm inside your gut.

Maybe you’d made him look a little too good.

You swallowed and quickly finished applying the lip gloss. You didn’t miss the way Jean watched the bob of your throat. “There,” you murmured, “now rub your lips together.”

He hummed, not taking his eyes off of your face, and brought his hand up to cup the side of your neck. You could feel the cool press of his rings against your skin. “I could do that. Or my beautiful professional makeup artist could do it for me.”

“Corny,” you admonished, but didn’t resist when he pulled you down to meet him in a kiss. 

It was chaste at first-- simply the press of your mouth against his. But the tiny sigh he let out made you want more. Gloss smeared between you as you deepened the kiss, slick and artificially sweet, and Jean tugged you down until you were perched in his lap. Your skirt bunched up around your hips-- the silky material of his trousers rubbed against the skin of your inner thighs, dragging a groan out of your throat. His hot tongue rolled against your own, followed by his hips, and you forced yourself to pull away before you got too lost in each other.

“Careful,” you said, voice rough, “I spent too much time on your dumb face just for you to mess it up now.”

Jean dug his fingers into the curve of your waist. Thankfully, his eyeliner was still intact. The same couldn’t be said about the lip gloss-- it’d smeared all over his mouth and chin, making it look like he’d gone to town on some gravy.

You were about it make fun of him for it when he reached up and swiped his thumb across your cupid’s bow. He brought it to his mouth and sucked. “Mhm. You were right, though-- this shit really does taste like melted chocolate.”

Face burning, you rolled your eyes and clamored off of his lap. Cocky bastard. He’d just have to reapply the gloss himself.

((i’m always down for requests and it doesn’t have to be Jean/reader! just shoot me a message. thanks for reading))