#okay i‘m drooling

[cottonlemonade]

First Date

word count: 1027 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: University AU!Matsukawa x chubby!Reader

genre: suggestive fluff

warnings: mdni

request: watching Goosebumps with pumpkin-spice popcorn, dressed as a shark with Issei || fluffy-spicy, watching a scary movie with crush Matsukawa

Issei had it all planned out.

Ask the hottest, most drool-worthy girl in his year on a date - check.

Make the invite something that wasn‘t downright romantic at first glance - going to see a horror movie - check.

Be casual about it - uhm…

And whatever the cost, do not seem desperate. Yeah. That one definitely needed some work.

But none of that mattered anymore because he sat down next to you in the movie theater, joining the many many other couples with people giving each other discreet head nods about the one collective plan - play the protector for your date.

30 minutes into the movie it all started to go according to plan. Nothing super scary had happened yet but he felt you lean further towards him as time went on. The first truly scary scene had you bury your face in his shoulder and, ever the suave knight in shining armor, Issei smoothly wrapped his arm around you for comfort. He was so distracted by watching you squirrel away the popcorn that he missed the straw a few times as he tried to take a sip of lemonade and during the next jumpscare that had the whole movie theater scream in surprise (he was definitely the loudest and highest) the lid of his soda cup popped off and the ice-cold liquid poured all over your shirt and jeans.

Fumbling for his jacket pocket he produced a very squished, lint-covered tissue packet, pulled one sheet out, and began dabbing, realizing a moment later where his hand was and what it was doing. His movements didn’t stop, but just kind of slowed.

“I‘m so sorry.“, he whisper-yelled and you simply shook your head, excusing yourself to the bathroom.

Issei felt like an idiot, a sentiment not entirely foreign to him from his time in high school.

As the movie went on he kept bouncing his leg and checking his watch. When you hadn‘t returned three and a half minutes later he jumped up and went to look for you, ready to grovel.

His apology speech began the moment he pushed open the door to the ladies‘ room and was met with an indignant yell of a middle aged woman who just fixed her hair in the mirror.

Bowing over and over he let her pass and then spotted you, standing by the sink, your shirt very much in your hands and not on your body, running it under the faucet.

You just stared at him, the only sound in the otherwise empty bathroom being the running water that you turned off a moment later.

“I am so sorry.“, he repeated, “The lid was probably not…“ He trailed off. You had turned to him to show you were listening and he didn‘t know where to look anymore. The pouch of your tummy in obvious need of lovingly blown raspberries, your love handles that called out to him to be grabbed, or your breasts, very much shimmering with water and residual soda in a pretty lace-trimmed bra. He forced himself to look in your eyes, lost his train of thought, and then focused on a spot somewhere a little south of your left ear lobe - also, he possibly stopped breathing altogether.

“Don‘t strain yourself.“, you scoffed teasingly.

After another look he met your eyes again and continued, “As I was saying, the lid was clearly not properly … lidded on the cup and yeah, I may or may not have squeezed the cup a little but I didn‘t mean to douse you in lemonade.“

“It‘s okay.“, you chuckled and turned back to the sink to take another shot at the bright yellow stain on the white shirt.

He stepped closer, genuinely trying to find a way to help but his eyes were instantly drawn to your boobs again and to his absolute horror, he swallowed - audibly - at the sight.

“Yes, Issei?“, you asked sweetly, obviously greatly enjoying his reactions.

“In my defense, they started it. - Sorry, ahem I meant- Let me help.“ He reached for the top in your hand and his forearm grazed your tummy, turning him effectively to goo and resulting in the shirt being dropped to the floor.

You clicked your tongue and went to pick it up. But when you straightened, your eyes were focused on his pants. He looked down and saw the very visible outline straining against his thigh.

You raised a brow, “Are you…?“

“How could I not be when I first touch and then see the world‘s softest boobs.“, he muttered, almost accusingly but definitely distraught, to your cleavage.

You tilted your head to catch his eyes and he noticed a mischievous glint now sparkling in your look under the fluorescent lights.

Maybe, just maybe, if he asked really nicely, he could offer to kiss the remaining soda drops off your skin. He extended his metaphorical feelers, trying to suss out the mood in the movie theater ladies‘ room. Then Oikawa‘s number one rule he had once mentioned when giving him unprompted dating tips came to his mind: Don‘t be a creep.

Issei figured that his humble request could possibly be construed as “creepy“ under the wrong circumstances.

Well, this and any other fantasy that shot through his mind as his eyes once again became transfixed by various parts of your body.

“Okay, time‘s up.“, you grinned as you pulled the still rather wet shirt back over your head, the fabric sticking unfairly to every curve, divot, and bulge.

You made one final attempt at drying off the now relatively clean shirt with a handful of paper towels, then turned to him.

“You coming?“

It was a truly unfortunate choice of words in his opinion.

“You go ahead, I have to uhm… take care of something.“

“This is still the ladies‘ room.“, you smirked.

“And unlike the men’s room, it smells like flowers! Now out, woman, I have things to do.“

With a loud cackle, you left the bathroom. Issei sighed and looked down at his problem, then jumped and shrieked a moment later when the door opened again and you poked your head inside, beaming at him with a wink, “Have fun~!“

art: @ppopporibb on Twitter

a/n: thank you to the anon for this request! I hope you had as much fun reading it as I had writing this silly idiot. 🌟

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[ivane-embraces-the-weirdness]

Guys! Guys! A few days ago I had an idea on the background story of this picture:

And since you’re still reading, you’re now doomed to read something that’s written like the B–plot of an episode from my favorite childhood series, enjoy!

(This is btw the first time Lady Kryptina meets Wyrm up close)

It’s a rather busy night sometime in October, Wyrm was totally in the mood for Halloween and her bar is in full swing. It’s mostly lizardpeople from some neighboring grottos and Count Alarich.

At some point the group of lizardmen start to engage with the count and would you know it– as the group pressure of a bunch of horny reptoids infront of a female half–reptoid they all try to impress sets in, Ivané notices Al getting a bit tipsy… tipsier than usual… too tipsy… past the legal percentage to fly by himself! To the point that she is giving them water and applejuice instead of actual shots and they don’t even notice… a LOT of unfortunate things are said and done that evening and she has to half–live with that… because at some point she has a hard time understanding their slurred accents.

When it is finally time to close up (an hour before closing time, actually but that stays between her and the reader🤫) the lizards just crawl to the ceiling of the grotto to sleep it off but the count is still sitting hunched over at the bar, snoozing. Before she starts sweeping and whipping the bar she tells him that she’ll check on him again when she’s done.

She is done.

So she tries to wake him up, but beneath that mop of hair he just lays there, mouth open, drooling like pickled roadkill. And smelling a bit like it! „Alright, Al! I‘ll take my Make–up off, then I‘ll check back on you again, okay?“ the answer to that is a weak snorr. She’s seriously surprised that he handles the drinks so poorly. Especially since half of it was water! She suspects that someone must’ve spiked his drink!

And her Make–up is taken off.

As she reapproaches the eeping vampire she decides that if his supernatural, immortal, stronger, more powerful than though,– body isn’t somewhat sober enough to make it home on a cup of coffee, she’ll bring him. It’s not that he can’t sleep at her place for the day (again), it’s because it’s a weeknight that night and tomorrow and that battle had the German inside her just instinctively won.

So she lifts his head to be on her eyelevel and starts gently slapping his face gently while calling his name and asking him politely to turn into bat–Mode for her but her highscore on that attempt is him opening his eyes for five seconds.

„AL, WAKE UP!!! WE‘RE SUROUNDED BY VAMPIREHUNTERS!!!!“ does eventually work: He gets on his stumbling feet, turns into a fruitbat, flies a looping and lands on his face with a *splat*.

She gently picks him up, gives him some pets, a kiss between the ears (because he won’t let her when sober) and some more pets and finally gently lowers him into the hood of her jacket where she hopes, he doesn’t casually hurl into. While she tells her cats that they don’t have to wait on her for bedtime, she doesn’t notice that Pippiss sneaks into her hood by jumping up her skirt, climbing it and her jacket like it was an extreme sport and finally snuggles up to the drunken Count by making as many biscuits as possible.

*atmospheric montage of her leaving the grotto and taking the bus to the station closest to the castle and walking the rest*

After finding a way past the drawbridge she’s finally being greeted by Lenny at the entrance and gives him the drunk Count in bat form. Though as her tired last braincell failed at an attempt to explain her out of suspiciosness, her neurodivergent nature causes her to immediately overshare. „Hi, I‘m the bartender and owner of the establishment he visits regularly, inclusively tonight. He ended up passing out at the bar, since he usually handles alcohol much better– and when I noticed him getting too much, I only gave him decoy–drinks– I suspect his drink was spiked, so I decided to bring him home myself. Don’t worry, I know that you guys are vampires and I assure you, that it’s no problem with me and I definitely won’t tell anyone!“ are words that totally overwhelm Lenny, who has to her luck no time to process anything because the count turns vampire exactly two seconds after she stopped talking and burries the poor guy beneath himself.

Right as they fall out of frame, Lady Kryptina , who has overheard Wyrms Braincell struggling, spawns behind them and stares Wyrm down, who‘s nervous eyes switch between staring at Lenny struggling to finish his most intimate experience of the day and Kryptina who might have a rather cold/neutral expression but really communicates that the half–harpy is cooked just with her aura alone.

After a few awkward moments of one party staring and the the other party cuddle–struggling, Lenny finally manages to support the count on his shoulders and drag him away. The still very intoxicated count blows a kiss to Wyrm, who blushes and sweats in emberassement while her body temperature drops and sinks at the same time and her glands spitting out enough adrenaline to Parcour her ass outta there like Sportacus with a metal theme. The very suspicious Lady gives him a massive criminal sideeye then looks back with an innocent, murderous smile at Wyrm who was living the ultimate terror in her soul behind her awkward face.

„WOW! I‘m really asking myself what they poured in his drink that he’s SO out of it!“ Wyrm said with a nonchalant performance worthy of a golden Turkey „Anyways!… I should go now, so take care!“ „Oh, no! I just can’t let you go like that, after you went all the way up here, just to bring the Count home! Could I interest you in a cup of tea?“ „Aw, nah! That’s really sweet of you, but tomorrow is a workday–„ „I insist!“

Cut to them sitting on a sofa near a fireplace, both holding a cup of tea in awkward silence.

„So, how long is the count frequenting your establishment, my dear?“ Kryptina asks right before taking a sip „For the past month or so… I think… not sure…“ Wyrm says with an awkward grin and unfocused, void eyes „And what would you say, is your relationship to him? Are you two ever talking?“ with it being obvious, where this round of conversation–chess was leading, Wyrm knew, she‘d only win, if she ate the pieces „Yes, but really just in a platonical sence!“ „But he did trust you with the sensitive information on where he lives?“ „I mean I told him where I live too!“ „And that he’s a vampire?“ „Yeah, but that’s okay, because that bar is also visited by lizardpeople and I’ve told nobody about them either!“ turns out, that stress causes her to loose appetite to the the point that she can’t even get down a few metaphorical chess pieces! „I see… well wouldn’t you look at the sky! We‘ve got a fullmoon tonight!“ and with that Wyrms last braincell realized that it doesn’t get paid for working overtime and leaves as well. She turns away from Kryptina and looks out of a window, at the moon „Really?? I‘d say it’s more of a waning moon!“ The Lady’s hands start drawing closer to the closure of her spiked collar and the only one who notices is the owner of the green eyes that emerge from Wyrms hood. Pippiss starts slapping the Ladies hands away, giving her his most evil stare he can muster. „Or is it more of a waxing moon? I‘m not sure!“ The Lady starts getting annoyed with the slapping, so she grabs the tiny cat and attempts to throw him away, but he crawls up her arm and starts attacking her headpiece.

„Here, hold this!“ „Sure– wait, WHAT?!“

Wyrm stares first at her collar then at the Lady, who had her teeth stuck in Wyrms neck.

Sind she didn’t let go, before the sting of the dragons cold blood reached her brain causing her to spit out the literal blue blood in disgust and pain. Wyrm rushed away from her immediately before fainting from the bloodloss…

[domme-switch]

Hi Mistress. I'm doing good, thanks ☺️ I've been edging for a whole week now. I continued humping my pillow on all fours. I've been teasing my chest, and using clothpins on my nipples. I even used a ring gag, drooling all over while blindfolded

I know I had my ruined orgasm accident a few days ago, but please may I cum? I can constantly feel my pussy contractions, I keep whispering or going "please please please let me cum" in my head while I hump my pillow. I'm so desperate 🙏

-👽

ohhh sweetheart look at you what a needy toy you are! humping a whole week? that’s a lot, you did amazing!☺️ and how creative you were with the ring gag, mmh I would love to put my fingers in your mouth and have you drool all over them while you hump your pillow right infront of me😘

okay I know I‘m late with my reply, but if you didn’t cum yet, you can cum but while humping your pillow with clothespins on your chest and tongue out while drooling, oh and begging to cum out loud okay sweetheart? I would want to hear you beg😙 but if you didn’t wait for my answer and did cum without permission, I think you should start another week of edging, and this time hopefully without a ruined orgasm😉

[goodlittlefangirl]

I‘m a bouncer at a club, and you’re a good little bunny who thought they‘d go out tonight and drink some. No real plans, just you and you‘re friends sitting at a bar drinking. There’s barely anyone in this bar. Just you’re friends, you, about 10 more people, the bartender, a server and me.

You‘re just here to have a good time with your friends. Aren’t you you little bunny?

Want me to let you in on a little secret? I noticed you the second you walked in. I mean that’s my job, but that’s not what I mean. I noticed the way you behave yourself. Acting like you‘d just let everybody fuck you. You don‘t give a damn if it’s one of your friends or a complete stranger.

You sitting there in your shirt and tight little dress that shows of everything. Spreading your legs like a whore in heat even though no one’s fucking you. Oh, you don‘t seem to have any panties with you, cause I can just look right at your clit, your pussy, even your tight little asshole if you slide down in your chair a little. But, oh? What’s that? Are you naughty you whore? You did not stuff yourself before going out with your friends. Well it certainly does look like it. There sure is a bit of fabric peaking out of your pussy.

What are you up to now? Oh? You‘re going to the toilet? Well, you strike me like a whore who likes to have her bladder controlled.

“Where are you going?“ I ask you.

“I’m just going to use the toilet? Why?” you ask me, raising your eyebrow, while looking me up and down. I’m not your typical bouncer, I’m not some muscle packed guy, with a gruff voice. Well, the low voice may be a thing, and I may also be muscle packed, but I’m a woman. I tower over you by a head. I do look like I’m packing a dick though. That’s what you think when my eyes rove over my body.

You’ll find out soon enough babygirl.

“Sorry, toilets out of order. Got broken by some people fucking.” I tell you. You look at me, eyes wide, clenching your thighs together.

“O… okay, sorry” you say and turn to go back to your friends.

“Tell the keeper, he’ll give you an extra shot as a sorry” I tell you.

“Okay, I will, thank you” And with that you walk away from me, hips swaying, stumbling ever so slightly.

The barkeeper looks over at me, I nod, he knows what to do, after all, I need a new pet.

You get your shot and go to see your friends, downing it after sitting down.

After a few minutes you start wiggling around in your seat. You say something to your friends, get up, and leave for the door.

I look over at the bartender, he nods and I leave after you. You’re friends not thinking anything of it, why would they? Why would a woman do something to you?

I exit the bar and look around. I can’t see you, but I can hear you. I walk towards where I can hear you. And there you are, arousal running down your legs, you rubbing at your clit desperate to cum. What you don’t know yet. You need to be fucked properly or it won’t stop.

You’re so deep in your little world of pleasure that you don’t even notice me picking you up.

I carry you to my car, all while you are so focused on rubbing yourself.

When I get home I’ll fuck you so good, the thought alone gets me wet. You sitting beside me, rubbing yourself so desperately? So fucking hot.

So I drive us to my house, carry you to the basement and put you in THE chair. It’s like a gynaecological chair but with ropes to tie you down. You get a collar that has my name written on it.

You don’t take notice till I tie your hands. Only then do you look up at me. Eyes wide, drool running from your mouth, looking up at me like the desperate and horny pet that you are. Begging me with your eyes to fuck you, cause you can’t speak, anything that will come out of your mouth is whines and moans and soon enough, thank you mommy, fuck me mommy, harder mommy, deeper mommy.

I pull down my pants, revealing my strap. Your eyes go wide. “Never taken a dick as big as this?” I ask. You nod and whine.

So I decide to not wait.

Pulling your soaked panties out of your pussy you moan and whine. As soon as those panties are out, I start fucking you.

“You’re mine now, pet”

Fuck- I’m gonna need to know more asap 😵‍💫🫶

[cowandcalf]

Ripped and Pumped - Steve McGarrett

Ka Hakaka Maika i - 2.06

[selfcarecap]

three is one too many [p.p]

summary: After spending all day with your godson you realise you and Peter have completely different visions of your future together.

warnings: talk about (not) wanting kids and marriage, all that (peter wants babies but the reader doesn‘t, also reader doesn't want to marry), angst (me 🤝 happy ending tho, you know me), miscommunication (tore my team apart, now i‘m the big dog i make the whole arena bark—), maybe not the best way to go about the situation, baby negativity? shgduaj i highlighted the bad sides of having a baby here okay, some internalised misogyny///patriarchal views on women who don’t want children, there's smut but just for like two seconds, peter being horny in unfitting moments

thank you Lauren for helping me out with this ily <3

word count: 4.2k

When your friend Mia first asked you to be her son’s godmother you were honoured. And while you love Jack and enjoy being his godmother, it’s also helped you figure out something that you’ve been thinking about since you were young:

You don’t want children.

It’s the first time Peter’s meeting their little family today and you’re sure he’s made a new friend for life seeing as he and Mia’s husband Brian have been talking for hours, leaving you all alone with the baby.

Well, Mia is there too, but you can hardly complain to her about how badly you want to leave because of her child. It’s been hours of drool, tears or changing nappies - sometimes all at the same time.

You give Mia endless amounts of credit for it because you wouldn’t want to put up with this for longer than a day.

Peter and Brian come and join you in the living room after half an eternity. Brian was going to show the latest work on his car to Peter, and that was when you first arrived. It’s now dark outside and you’re glad it’s Jack’s bedtime soon which means you’ll have to leave.

For the last few minutes of catching up with your friends, Peter keeps glancing at you. It’s a smile directed at the toddler perched on your lap but you interpret it as a look of sympathy and assurance towards you. Don’t worry, we’ll be gone soon.

Although - now that Jack is quiet and peaceful, fumbling with your necklace - it’s quite cute. Still not enough to convince you to have one of your own though, and that’s more than fine by you.

Peter seems to read your mind, sitting down next to you and lifting Jack onto his lap instead so you can finally relax. It’s not that you don’t love Jack, he’s your godson. But you’re definitely looking forward to when he’s a little older and he won’t have to be taken care of every minute of the day; and most importantly you won’t have to take care of him when you’re here.

Mia and Brian are great parents though - they love taking care of their son, even the unpleasant things. Seeing how happy they are makes you happy too. You watch them as they look over to their son playing with Peter, admiring the result of their love.

Your head snaps towards your boyfriend too once you hear the high-pitched cries. Peter passes Jack over to Brian with an apologetic smile.

“Don’t worry, he always gets like this when he’s tired.”

You try not to make a face at the thought of having to deal with this every night. You’re more than happy to leave as Mia walks you and Peter to your car, and it takes everything in you not to turn on your car already. Even from outside you can hear Jack throwing a tantrum and you can only imagine how bad it is for Peter and his enhanced hearing.

The relief that comes as you drive away from them lasts a while. You don’t just feel a sudden relaxation, you’re excited that it’s finally just you and Peter again.

By the time you’re home it’s night already, but you’re way too giddy to go to sleep. Luckily, Peter sleeps in your apartment more often than not, and he’s here tonight too. You’ve been wanting to talk to him about moving in together for a few weeks, but currently you have other things occupying your mind.

You start kissing him as soon as you’ve shut the door and he’s quick to kiss you back. He pulls you into your bedroom without breaking the kiss, and the bed bounces when you both land on it.

He pushes his leg between your thighs for you to grind yourself against it, and you can already feel how wet you are.

With a bright smile on his face, he shortly pulls away from the kiss to ask, “Are you as turned on as I am?”

You nod eagerly and pout when his lips spend a few more seconds away from yours, but it’s only so he can take off his shirt which quickly makes up for it. He goes in for a peck before taking off some of your clothes, but your hands find his face to keep him with you for a few more seconds.

He unbuttons your jeans while he’s still kissing you, but you manage to interrupt the kiss so he can take them off quicker.

Just as he reaches the last button of your trousers, ready to slide them down your legs, he looks at you again, his grin never leaving his face. “Seeing you take care of their baby so well really made me want to put a baby in you too, baby.”

“Hold on,” you sit up. He lets go of your jeans but simply looks at you, still smiling.

“You know I‘m all for trying out new kinks, but we usually talk about them before,” you reason.

“I- I thought we were on the same page. I saw you being all motherly and it turned me on.”

“You want to put a baby in me? That was literally the unsexiest thing you could ever say to me,” you wince as you replay his words in your head.

Peter sits up too this time, “Wait. What made you so turned on then? Not that you need a reason but..”

“Honestly, finally being away from that drooling baby made me so relieved. I just got a rush of energy and I‘m always turned on when I‘m around you. And also it‘s late so I thought why not combine those two to tire me out?”

“You were relieved? I thought you enjoyed the time with Jack,” Peter frowns.

“Of course I did, I‘m his godmother. But it was a long day. And did you see how he started crying and screaming just before we left? I‘m getting chills just thinking about it,” you lift your arm to show him your goosebumps, but Peter ignores you.

“I always thought you wanted kids too.”

“Too?” You ask, feeling a pit form in your stomach, “Do you.. do you want kids?”

“I mean.... yeah.”

“Oh,” is all you say. You thought he was just talking about a kink, but when you realise he really means it, it’s like your body forgets to function for a few moments.

You want to tell him that you never said you wanted kids, you never lied to him about it. But back when you two met you were too young to think about anything like that. You loved each other and that was all that mattered.

You want to blame him or yourself, just blame anyone, but neither of you have ever brought up the baby conversation. While it’s no one’s fault, you still wish you‘d talked about this earlier.

You silently do up the buttons of your trousers and Peter reaches for his shirt but puts it back on the bed a few seconds later. He lies down on his belly and crosses his arms in front of him to rest his head on them. “Umm…” he mumbles against his skin.

No matter how much you try to calm yourself down, a painful sob from your throat takes you by surprise and hot tears sting at your eyes. You don’t want to cry, but you feel your face muscles cramp as you try to keep your tears at bay.

“Hey, hey it‘s okay,” Peter immediately wraps his arms around you, “It‘s okay. We can talk about this.” He takes your hand but he’s upset too, a deep frown lining his face.

“How come we never talked about this? What - I thought we were a good couple. I thought we knew how to communicate and, and- talk about the future. I mean there isn‘t much to talk about- I don‘t want children and you do,” you panic.

“Shh, shh come here,” Peter guides your head against his chest but you push back, “No, I can‘t be silent right now. Peter, do you know what this means for us? We‘re at an age where multiple of our friends are having children- and, and getting married and we haven‘t even talked about it? I haven‘t even managed to ask you about moving in with me and we have never noticed that we have completely different visions of our future together. This is not a small problem that we can solve like we always do.”

“Okay. It‘s okay, baby,” he says and you don’t know how he can be so calm right now.

“Don‘t call me baby right now, Peter.”

“Okay. But, see. All of our friends are a few years older, it‘s okay if we‘re not ready yet. And yes maybe we should have talked about these things before but we love each other and it‘s not too late to work this out—”

“You don‘t get it. There is nothing to work out. I do not want children but you do. And I‘m not going to change my mind in a few years. I never wanted children. I have never, not once in my life, felt the desire to be a mother and that will not change. And as much as I love you, I‘m not just going to have a child because you want to. It‘s a life long decision and responsibility and honestly the thought of being a parent appals me and, I... I…” your whole body is shaking from your tears and your frustration now.

An uncomfortable silence settles among you; a tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“Peter?” You whisper after a few minutes of both of you just sitting there, not knowing what to do.

“I... don‘t know what to say. It‘s late. I can‘t really think straight.”

You don’t want to go to sleep like this, but you also know it’s not an issue you can easily resolve, there’s no point in staying up and trying to settle it right now.

You separately get ready to go to sleep in the bathroom and lie in bed turned away from each other. You’re not mad at him, and he isn’t mad at you, but you can’t just cuddle as if everything is fine.

After the nauseating conversation and your crying, you get a headache to top it all off and don’t even close your eyes to attempt getting any sleep.

Half an hour later, which feels like infinity, Peter turns towards you and whispers your name, “Is it okay if I go home? I need to think. Alone.”

“Yeah,” you whisper back and lean over for a goodbye kiss out of habit, but he’s already turned away from you.

“Will you be okay?” He asks you before he leaves.

You let out whatever noise your body will allow you to. The true answer is no, you won’t be okay for the rest of the night, but you suppose Peter isn’t the person who can comfort you right now.

“I‘ll call you tomorrow,” he presses a kiss to your shoulder but his lips feel cold.

Neither of you sleep well that night.

You arrange to meet at Peter and Ned’s place the next day.

“Hi,” he sounds tired.

“Hi,” you’re tired too.

“Um come in, come in.”

He walks you to the living room where you both sit down across from each other at the table.

Peter stretches his arms across the table, hoping that you‘ll take his hands. You take his hand and intertwine your pinky finger with his.

“I think... I need more time to think. By myself. Unless you‘ve already... made a decision,” Peter says and you’ve never felt so distanced from him in all the years you’ve known each other.

You don’t even want to talk about anyone making some kind of decision. You don’t want to even think about the end of your relationship, even though you both know it is a possibility if you can’t reach a common denominator.

You’re not going to leave Peter because of this. But he could leave you. It’s you who doesn’t want to do something, you who can’t fulfil one of his wishes, you who doesn’t agree with the traditional thing to do.

“I haven‘t. You‘re the one who has to do the thinking. I know I want to be with you but if you can’t imagine not having children.. then you need to make a decision.”

He looks down, “Um. I was thinking a week, maybe a few days of no contact. I won‘t be able to think about my own true feelings if you‘re around me and possibly influencing me, even if you don‘t mean to.”

You nod, “I understand that. So... No texting either?”

He hesitates, searching for eye contact, “Nothing. I‘m still here if you need me for something important, of course.”

You nod again, and you’re about to stand up when Peter grabs both of your hands, “I love you,” he says.

“I love you,” you lean over to press a kiss to his lips but your anxiety overpowers the warm feeling you usually have when kissing your boyfriend.

The next days are pure torture.

You’ve never gone this long without talking to Peter. It’s worse because you know he’s not just busy, he’s thinking about your future together… or not together.

Of course you have a say in it too, you could break up with him just as well as he could break up with you, but that doesn’t mean you will or want to. Peter doesn’t want to break up either, but he has to rethink his future.

Again you wish you’d had this conversation earlier and you wouldn’t have to spend time apart like this to figure some things out, but it’s too late for that.

You check your phone every hour even though you know he won’t message you. Yet.

After four days, someone rings your doorbell and when you open the door to see Peter, you immediately pull him into your arms.

You know you’re potentially going to break up in a few seconds, but you’re still happy to see him.

“I would have texted you to say I’m coming over, but Ned took my phone because I kept wanting to call you in the last few days.”

“That’s okay,” you say, simply happy to see him.

In the time that you walk from your door to the sofa, the air turns so thick with tension that you can barely breathe.

Although you can see something positive through his serious expression, you don’t allow yourself to be too hopeful.

You shiver in suspense as you get him some water and sit down next to him.

Peter takes your hand and he starts talking.

“I always saw having children as this huge milestone in life. A milestone in a relationship. It‘s just something you do and it shows that your relationship, or your marriage, is successful… And sure it is a huge milestone, but I realised it’s not a necessary one. I mean, I remember how our relationship started out, and I was thinking about how when we first met-” You must look exactly as fearful as you are because when Peter looks into your eyes he interrupts his own speech to get straight to the point.

“I can imagine a life without having kids. But I can‘t imagine a life without you. You‘re the love of my life and if you don‘t want children, I don‘t want them either. I want us to be happy together. And I‘m happy with you. I don‘t need children to verify or amplify that our relationship is happy and loving or successful, whatever that even means. I want to be with you. With or without kids. I‘m not with you so we can have kids. I‘m with you to be with you, as obvious as it sounds.”

As sure as he seems and as much relief as you feel, it’s an important issue that you can’t just forget after a few words, so you want to be certain.

“And you‘re sure? Because if you‘re hoping that I‘ll change my mind in a few years, when we‘re older and you‘re just saying this, then that‘s not okay. You can‘t hurt me like that, you can‘t hurt us like that. If you can‘t imagine never having children, not now, not in a few years, then you have to tell me.”

He takes both of your hands in his, and you realise how much you missed the warmth of them.

“I meant everything I just said. I‘m happy. I‘m happy with you, happy that I get to be with you. You’re more than enough. You’re my everything. And if you say you don‘t want children, then I believe you and I know you‘re not going to change your mind. But I‘ve made my mind up too and it‘s not going to change. Spending the rest of my life with you is more important to me than having children. A million times more important.”

You feel your heartbeat slow down to a normal rate again, and tears cloud your vision as Peter cups your face, “I mean it.”

“Okay,” you kiss him, “Okay.”

You don’t realise you fall asleep, exhausted from the last week away from your love, until you wake up again with Peter’s hand running up and down your back, your face against his chest.

“Hi,” you say, looking up at him.

“Hi, my love. You fell asleep for a bit.”

“Sorry,” you bury your face back in his hoodie, your cheeks heating up.

“Don’t apologise. The last week was hard for me too. But still, I wanted to apologise. I didn’t mean to make you feel like the villain or the bad guy for not wanting children. I’m sorry if i didn’t handle this the best way, but every time I look at you, or even just think about you, nothing else in the world matters. I don’t give a fuck if I have children or not as long as I get to be with you. So I just had to make sure I feel the same way when I’m not around you.”

You giggle at the way he says it and you nudge him, “Thanks for saying that, I do feel villainised by... society for not wanting children as a woman, but not by you. I get that you needed time to think and I know you couldn’t think about me or our future together if I was with you the whole time. I already made the decision not to have kids, you were the one who had to make a decision. Without me.”

“From the first day it came up last week, I thought it’s okay if I don’t have children. But the rational part of my brain was telling me to think about it more, but in the end the decision wasn’t hard.”

He pulls you into his side from where you share a lingering kiss, and then you start catching up on what you did last week - not much, you were both missing each other and worrying - and then Peter smirks as he seems to remember something, “Last week you might have mentioned something…. about moving in together.”

Heat dusts your cheeks, “I thought you didn‘t hear that,” you admit.

“Of course I did. But the baby topic just seemed a little more important at that moment.”

“It was. Well. I still want us to move in together. If you want that too.”

He grins widely and kisses you, “Of course I want that too.”

“I don’t know if this apartment will be too small for both of us. We could also look for a new place together.”

“I don‘t mind where we live as long as I can hold you in my arms,” he kisses your forehead as he pulls you into his lap.

“So you like the idea?”

“Fucking love it. Just like I love you,” you recognise the look in his eyes and the tone in his voice.

“Does the idea of moving in together make you horny, Mr Parker?”

His hand goes to grab your ass, “Imagine how many times we can fuck. Twenty four seven. Can eat your gorgeous pussy ten times a day, Mrs Parker,” he teases.

Then you realise how calling him Mr Parker might have seemed to him; like you want to have the same last name, but really you just said it because you’d add his name next to yours by the doorbell.

“Yeah um... another thing,” you start. Peter directs his full attention to you when he realises you’re serious again.

“I don‘t want to marry either. I don‘t like the history and the concept of marriage. Don‘t really understand the fuss about it either.”

You worry that this is too early after the last bomb you dropped and it will be too much for your relationship or for Peter to handle. But he just shrugs, “That‘s okay. I don‘t need some institution to verify or approve of our love. All I need is you with me.”

“I love you, Peter. More than I ever have or ever will love anyone.”

“I feel the same. You‘re the love of my life.”

“And you‘re not sad that you‘re not going to have children?”

“No. I‘m just happy that I get to spend my life with you.”

You share a passionate yet tender kiss. You bury your hands in his hair and he pulls you into his lap, as close as you can get.

“I missed you. So so much,” he says between kisses that are getting needier.

“Missed you too. So fucking much.”

A few days without seeing or touching each other isn’t a big deal. But you weren’t sure if you were still going to see a future with Peter after those few days, and now you’re simply happy that you’re staying together.

“Did… did she miss me?”

You giggle as Peter’s hand slides between your legs.

“Yeah. Wouldn‘t have had to spend a week apart if I‘d talked to you sooner though. I‘m sorry.”

“It‘s not your fault. I could have brought it up too. The important thing is that we‘ve talked now and we know what our future holds. At least the aspects we can plan.”

You nod, smiling because you’ve never felt more comfortable with anyone.

He grins at you and he’s nearly too beautiful for you to even close your eyes to kiss him. But after a few moments, the desire to feel his lips on yours wins and you wrap your legs around his waist to feel him even closer.

He only interrupts the kiss for a brief moment. “Did you come at all last week?”

You shake your head at his question.

“So you‘re gonna be all nice and wet for me already, huh?”

“How about you feel for yourself?” You look into his eyes as you guide his hand down your pants, and you both gasp when he touches you there.

“Fuck,” he grunts as he carries you to your bedroom to make love for hours.

You’re lying in bed afterwards, both still naked. “You know, I… I might not want to marry but I think rings would still be quite nice.”

“Yeah? I definitely wouldn’t mind that either,” he grins, draping his arm across your waist.

“What if… what if I told you that I got some rings already?”

You didn’t think his grin could get any wider, but it does. “Then I’d tell you I would love to see them. And wear mine as soon as possible.”

He lifts his arm off you as you get up to get the rings from the dresser that you also keep some of your sex toys in.

“Wait.. you do mean rings for your finger? Not a cock ring or anything?” You hear from behind you.

You sit back on the bed, giggling, with your hands behind your back, “I mean jewelry ones, Pete. But we can get you a cock ring if that’s what you want.”

You see his mind running wild for a few seconds, but he manages to snap himself out of his thoughts when you clear your throat.

“Do you have the rings?” He asks shyly.

“Here. I measured your finger while you were asleep so it should fit,” you confess with a laugh, but Peter takes your ring from you, “Ladies first.”

He studies it for a few seconds and his eyes light up, “It’s beautiful. Just like you,” he observes.

Peter giggles when he slides the ring onto your finger, “Wow, this is really exciting.”

“It is,” you beam at him when he takes your hand and kisses the jewellery adorning your ring finger.

You take the other ring and guide Peter’s finger through it. You look each other deep in the eyes and you feel truly at home.

“Till death do us part, baby.”

[grace122]

I know I just sent an ask but I also just watched Sams Suit Stream and I’m not okay like not at all it reminds me of just how much I love arms, hands and backs like I would do a lot to be able to just squeeze those muscles (I‘m brainrotting real hard right now)

feel free to send as many asks as you want and YES! i am literally drooling, it makes me brainrot about him fucking you from behind and using his bicep to hold you up😵‍💫, like look at this man i’m- AHHHHH

[xonepeacelovex]

u r my favorite everything

i’m somethin’ so familiar that you don’t even notice

xonepeacelovex | masterlist | skz yang jeongin

Characters: Yang Jeongin x Reader (Y/N) 

Genre: Angst | Fluff | Best friends AU 

Inspired by: pink skies by LANY

A/N: Happy I.N day! 

Our maknae really deserves the world because just his smile makes it better so we’re giving him it to him together with Stray Kids. I hope he got more people supporting and loving him. I saw how he grew as an artist and as a person (a little bit dramatic but yeah). I know he’s always trying to give his best. He’s always quiet in the interviews that made me think he’s really a reserved person. He keeps a lot to himself that makes me want to protect him more. I wish he’s taking care of himself. He also have his hyungs to take care of him so I’m not that worried. I sound like a mom but let me be, its I.N we are talking about. I hope he got more opportunities in the future. He’s growing up so well, I’m tearing up while writing this. 

Green is really Jeongin’s color. I‘m not good at fluff but I tried. Happy reading! :))

Bored to death.

That’s what you are while waiting for your best friend who’s really enjoying trying everything in this thrift store. It’s been three hours and the sun is already setting. You are hungry you could eat a whole horse.

But you can’t even get mad at Jeongin right now. Not when he’s so excited to show you that the pants he really likes fits him well. He’s getting really good with mixing and matching his clothes.

Dusting off the pants before looking at you expectantly, “What do you think?”

What do you think? WHAT DO YOU THINK?

You can’t even think straight. When did he become much cuter? Is it the perm? Or is it when he removed his braces? But that’s ages ago. There are many things that changed with your best friend’s appearance but you didn’t notice until recently. He gained more muscle and you swear that he has abs because you accidentally saw it one time. Muscles aren’t even supposed to make you cute so you admit that he’s so freaking attractive that his ex might be come back to him.

“Uh… Earth to Y/N,” he coughs. Did he caught you staring at him? Oh my god. What would he even think?

Inhaling before pursing your lips together, you put hand on your chin. Squinting at him, “You look,” shrugging, “okay.”

“All that suspense and just okay?” confused at you but didn’t falter him. He knows he looks good.

“Yep,” signaling him an okay sign.

“I caught you drooling at me though.”

“Shut up,” rolling your eyes at him. Jeongin raised his one eyebrow at you. Teasing him definitely backfired at you. Sighing, “You look great. You look like…” leaning back on the chair outside the dressing room, “my next boyfriend.” Smirking at him when got all flustered because of what you said.

Laughing at his red face, “Oh my god Jeongin. Breathe.” He pouted at you while glaring. You know he’s embarrassed and probably slightly mad at you for laughing at him. You still can’t take him seriously with all that pouting.

You tried to stifled your laugh, “Okay. Okay. I’m sorry.”

“You really look great Jeongin,” you said with all sincerity you can muster. He stopped glaring at you.

“Now can we eat? I’m hungry.”

“Wait for me,” he said before entering the dressing room again.

“I’ve been waiting for you for hours,” you groaned before plopping down at the chair again.

“I’ve been waiting for you my whole life,” Jeongin thought.

Zoning out at the skies, outside the café, you didn’t notice Jeongin sitting down beside you. “Matcha right?” he asked even though he knew and already ordered it. You nodded, looking again at the changing colors of the skies.

“Will we still be like this?”

“Huh?” making him look at you.

“Will we still be like this when we’re older?”

He chuckles, “We are already adults, Y/N.”

“What if we grow apart when we are already married to our future partner? Will we still have these days where we do what we want? Will I remember you just through our friendship tattoo?”

Thankfully, you didn’t tattoo your ex’s name but you did get a tattoo with Jeongin. It was also your design but this time it’s your favorite flower. Now you both have tattoos, designed by you, deciding it will be a friendship tattoo with Jeongin.

“Now you are being too dramatic,” he reminded you.

“What if I marry you?” you look at him. “If we didn’t have partners by the time we are 40 years old…”

“That’s too old.”

“Okay. How about 30?”

“How about now?” Jeongin asked you but he’s not teasing. Is he taking this seriously too?

“We barely made it half 50, Jeongin.” “Then why are you thinking about marriage now?”

“Because…” Why? “Because we should have a back-up plan?” you said with uncertainty. “We both suck with love life anyways. It will be a dream to live with my best friend.”

He didn’t respond, so you glance at him. Maybe you are thinking too much about this. He’s looking at his iced coffee. “Will I always be just your best friend?” Your mouth hangs open. Is he pranking you? Getting back at you for teasing him earlier? You awkwardly laugh, seeing if he’ll crack a smile and tell you it’s a joke. You bumped your shoulder at him, but he didn’t respond at you at all. Is he serious? The smile playing in your lips died, you breathed out, licking your dry lips.

Since when though? Since when did have feelings for you? You’ve seen him in and out of relationship. He knows all your exes. Maybe he knows too much because you talk to him all the time, ask him a lot about relationships. So since when?

“Jeongin…” you called him out. “If you are getting back at me for earlier, please stop it.”

One last confirmation.

“I don’t,” he looked at you, tears at the side of his eyes, lips parted.

“You’re not joking?”

He shakes his head.

“Since when?”

Is it recently? Or way before…

“I knew the meaning of first love because of you...”

Way before…

“I knew the pain of loving someone who can’t love you back because of you.” You open your mouth but no words came out.

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” he said, looking away, “I just need to let this out because when you said it will be a dream to live with your best friend. For me, it is a dream to live with you.“

“Jeongin.”

“No, really. You don’t have to say anyt-“

He’s not looking at you so you cupped his face, forcing him to look at you in the eyes. He’s not listening to you so you shut him up… with your own mouth. Okay. You are kissing your best friend, your childhood best friend. You are definitely not freaking out. 

You pulled back and now he’s looking at you with wide eyes and mouth hanging open. Your eyes linger to his lips for a second before looking back at him again.

Smiling, “Shut up, okay? I love you. You’re just not my best friend. You’re my favorite everything.”

Jeongin cupped your face, and you swear, he smiles when he felt your warm cheeks before kissing you again. “I love you too.”

Copyright © 2022 xonepeacelovex All rights reserved.

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

Who knew brooms could be so useful

Bored soo here we go :D I dont even known if people read this, buuut idc ima post anyway - Have fun besties

Warnings: 18+, um James‘ broom? *nervous smile*

Part two

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„Sirius, Marlene and I want to practice, wanna come?“

„Why should I, s‘not like you pay me any attention when I do...“

„Well, you could sit there and look pretty?“

„Sod off Potter, I‘m not your cheerleader.“

„Oh c���mon love, you don‘t wanna see your sexy lover boy all sweaty and glistening in the sun?“

„Merlin, James you are a pain...Alright go ahead, I‘ll join you in a bit.“

James cheered and pressed a quick kiss on your shoulder, before he pushed away from his position behind the couch and ran to the quidditch pitch. You sigh and pack your bag to go join the fool. James is a pain, but he is your pain and really hot so you don‘t mind admiring the way his strong thighs wrap around his broom, or the way he stetches his arms above his head and his shirt rides up to show his toned stomach. And James simply adores the idea of his girlfriend seeing him play, it gets him so exited and giddy, you can‘t help but give in.

„You need a medal for keeping up with the boy“, Remus said as he took your place on the couch. „I do, don‘t I,“ you reply, laughing softly and shake your head fondly.

„You don‘t wanna come? I‘m sure you wouldn‘t mind watching as well...“

„Wipe that smug grin off your face Mrs. Potter or I will scratch it off.“

„Calm your claws kitty, I‘m merely jesting. But you sure?“

„Yes, I‘m sure, I don‘t fancy Sirius, okay?“

„Who said anything about Sirius?“

Remus glared at you and you just grinned back, obviously enjoying his embarrassment.

„C‘mon Remus, it‘ll be fun. Come oooon.“

„Promise to tell me if I stare too hard? Or accidentally drool?“, Remus asked, his lips twitching upwards. „Yes you silly boy, I‘ll smack you out of it. Now c‘mon lets go, they are waiting“, you said, tugging him up by his arm and the both of you followed after James.

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You and Remus had been sitting outside, watching the others practice for nearly two hours now, cheering them on and placing bets, on who is flying the fastest.

„Alright, enough, I need a break from you“, Marlene puffed out flying towards you and Remus to snatch a water bottle.

„Fuck you, Marlene just cuz‘ you can‘t cope with all this swag.“ Sirius.

You looked at Remus sharply, „Did you teach him the word swag, Kitty?“

„Merlin no, I couldn‘t live with the embarrassment of him saying that in my presence. He probably got it from Lils.“

„What‘s so bad about me saying that?“, Sirius scoffed, offended. „You act as if I‘m a posh boy, who doesn‘t know how to be rowdy.“

Silence.

„Sorry mate, but you are the poshest of em‘ all.“

„Fuck off, James. You are aren‘t exactly punk either. Don‘t act like you still don‘t hold up your pinky when you drink tea.“

„That was one time, Padfoot, let it go!“

„Guys, shut up. Sirius, Remus has been complaining about his appetite for the last forty minutes, for the love of quidditch go and eat with him“, you said pleadingly, throwing a suggestive smile towards Remus when you heard him take in a sharp breath.

„Fine, c‘mon Moons, I‘m starving.“ Remus threw you a look that said ‚I don‘t known if I should kiss you or kill you‘, making you grin at him and send him a quick kiss.

„They still haven‘t figured it out, have they darling?“

„Nope, m‘still working on it. Both of em‘ are thick in the head.“

„Alright, get up I wanna show you something“, James said smiling eagerly and tugged you up so you could sit on his broom, your back pressed to his sweaty chest.

„Nothing dangerous I hope...“, you mused, turning your head over your shoulder to give him a long, filthy kiss on his lips. He immediately kissed you back, hands around your waist tugging you backwards and moaned a little into your parted mouth.

„Fuck, what was that for?“

„You really have no idea just how much I enjoy seeing you play, do you. Fuck James, seeing you like that, so commanding and sweaty and passionate makes me so hot. That‘s why I never want to watch, you make me sound like a needy slut.“

„Fuck darling, I had no idea. Merlin, I need you..“, he stuttered out, panting hard when your ass grazed over his cock, both of you still on the broom.

James took off on his broom, his hold on you tightening and flew to a secluded place by the lake, away from the prying eyes at Hogwarts. He landed on the ground, your knees on the grass still sitting on the broom and his hand curled around the roots of your hair, tugging your head to rest on his shoulder and kissed you deeply. His other hand ran down your body to rest on your breast, pinching your nipples softly and making its way to your stomach. He caresses your thighs, hand moving towards your aching pussy and slowly moved his hand under your skirt to gently play with your cothed pussy. You let your mouth fall open and gasped quietly, head turning to suck on the salty skin of his neck and grinded down on his hand, hoping to get some friction on your swollen clit. You could hear him breathe heavily in your ear, his cock straining against his joggers.

„James, baby, stop teasing I need to cum, please..“

„Get yourself off on my broom and I‘ll let you have my cock, pretty girl. Can you do that f‘me?“

You stopped moving and turned your head to look at him. He stopped moving his hand as well, pretty eyes staring into yours, almost innocently, and cocked his head to the side. „Well, can you?“

Fuck, yes. Yes you could. You wanted to.

„Yes, James.“ He smiled at your eager tone and murmured a quiet, „Go ahead“, before ripping apart your panties and hiking up your skirt to watch you closely. He spit on his fingers and rubbed them against your pussy lips as you slowly began to grind down onto the broom underneath you, your pace slow and hesitant.

„Come on, darling, where is your enthusiasm from before? I thought I had you all hot and bothered, hmm.“

When you still didn‘t move faster he tugged your head back to look in your eyes.

„Don‘t test my patience, we both know that you are a needy slut, stop acting all shy now. You want my cock, you work for it.“

You whimpered at that, hips suddenly grinding down harded on his fingers and broom, the thought of him not fucking you with his cock making you ache.

„Atta girl, there we go. Jus‘ like that, fuck you‘re so hot. You like fucking my broom? Hm? Like humping it like the greedy slut you are? My greedy slut, ah“, his voice cut off with a moan. His cock rubbed against your ass and hearing him moan so closely in your ear made you go harded, grinding your clit on his broom, focused on being good for him.

„James, m‘gonna cum, ah ah James“

„Good girl, cum for me. Cum for me, cum all over my broom, yes“

You came hard, hips stuttering, pussy clenching around nothing. You leaned back against him, legs trembling and he kissed you, hands rubbing gently at your bare legs.

„Fuck, love you‘re so hot, I need you so bad. Please let me have you, please“, James whined.

„Fuck me Jamie, m‘yours. Take me, get yourself off.“

He picked you up by your underarms, flipping you to lay on your back, tugging down his joggers. His brows are furrowed, lips bitten raw, shiny and red as he rubbed the head of his cock against your leaking slit, before slowly sliding in. His forehead came to rest on yours as he looked deep in your eyes and kissed you again, rocking his hips and finally fucking you hard. He moaned at the feeling of your pussy clenching tightly around his hard cock and went faster, fucking you brutally against the ground hands intertwining with yours as he placed them beside your head.

„I can‘t get enough of you darling, fuck, you make me feel so good. Mmm, so perf- ah so perfect f‘me“

He couldn‘t talk without moaning, seeing you get off on his broom got him so hot he couldn‘t stop fucking you. Rutting deep inside your pussy with his hard cock and grinding his hips against your clit, clearly wanting to get you off again. One orgasm is never enough with your James.

„James, please I‘m gonna cum ah“

„Fuck baby, cum. Cum with me“

Both of you came hard, hands gripping each others tightly, feeling each others hot breath on your mouths and continued to ride out your orgasm together. He fell forward, resting his weight on your body and you wrapped your arms around his quivering form. James was always sensitive after sex and needed a little cuddling before he could get up. See thats what you do to me love, he would say, beaming at you.

But for now you were content to just stroke your boyfriends hair and bask in the afterglow of sex. Who knew brooms could be so useful?

[cherryobx]

He got what he deserved//John B x reader

request: “Can you do a John B fic where he is jealous of the reader talking to another guy?? But she’s only doing it bc she thinks JB looks at her like a sister but everyone knows they like each other but they are both oblivious?? Love ur writing sooo much!”

summary: John B sees you talking to another guy at a kegger and he’s not very happy about it

warnings: mentions of alcohol, violence, swearing

WC: 1089

(not my gif! creds to the owner!)

Another day, another kegger at the boneyard. That’s how you and your friends spent most of the summer. Partying and having fun until the sun rose.

“You here alone?” a voice asked from behind you, startling you a bit because you were so deep in your own thoughts, staring at John B from across the beach.

Everyone knew you were utterly in love with the messy-haired boy who drove around OBX in his beat-up van. Everyone except him. Typical.

“I’m actually here with my friends but they’re off somewhere doing their own thing,” you responded, giving the boy a light smile.

“Mind if I join you?”

“No, not at all. Come sit down.” You patted the spot next to you, gesturing for him to sit down beside you.

“I’m William by the way. But you can call me Will.”

“Yeah, I know who you are. I’ve seen you around a couple of times.” That sounded creepier than you thought.

“Not that I’m stalking you or anything,” you quickly added, making him chuckle.

“Didn’t think so. Mind sharing your name with me?”

“My resources say that you’ve lived here your whole life, so how come you don’t know me? Ouch! That one hurt me right here.” You pointed at your heart and pouting your lips

He laughed again. “Sorry. I guess you’re not as popular as you think.”

“I’m Y/N.”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He winked.

Shit. He was flirting with you. What were you going to do now? He was handsome, of course, but your heart already belonged to someone else. John B to be specific.

But John B treated you like his sister. Because even if he liked you even a little bit, he was very good at hiding it. But that theory was unlikely. Because he was currently on the other side of the beach, flirting with the Sarah Cameron herself. It was obvious that there was something going on between them. You were certain.

Maybe this is my sign that I need to move on and not drool over my best friend, you thought.

“What can I say. I’m beautiful in every way.”

“Can’t argue with that. I’m going to go get myself a drink. You want anything?” he asked, standing up.

“Just a beer, please.”

“Sure thing, doll.” He raised his hand, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. Then he gave you one last smile and went to get the drinks.

John B, on the other side of the beach, was getting more jealous by the second. He wanted to beat up the guy when he saw him touching you. Even though he barely touched you, John B was still not happy about it.

“Just go talk to her. She feels the same. Just saying,” Sarah said, but John B didn’t believe her even a bit. But he still had to do something about it.

He left Sarah standing there and walked over to where the drinks were served and tapped Will on the shoulder to get his attention.

“Hey, man!”

“Hey, John B, right?” he asked politely, but clearly not interested in a conversation with him. He wanted to get back to you already.

“Yeah. Give me Y/N’s drink. I’ll take it to her so you can leave.”

“I’m not leaving yet and I’m completely capable of giving the drink to her myself. You got a problem?”

“Yeah, I do. And you are the problem.” John B’s fists were clenched. He was getting angry.

“Me? Are you okay, dude? Drank a little bit of too much?” William bitterly laughed.

“I’m asking for the last time. Give me her drink and leave.”

You were getting tired of waiting for Will, thinking that he had ditched you. So you started making your way to the drink table through the crowd.

You got there just in time to see John B punch William straight in the face, making him stumble back. William’s nose was now bleeding and his eyes were getting glossy from the punch.

You audibly gasped. You had never seen him act like this.

“John B!” You tried to get in the middle of the fight to stop it, but a pair of hands grabbed you and held you in place.

“You know better than to get in the middle of this,” JJ warned, giving you a knowing look.

“But-”

“No buts. He’s a big boy. He can handle himself.”

“Say that one more time and see what fucking happens!” John B growled.

So it was about something that Will had said to him. You wondered what.

“Maybe I will. Y/N-” Will was cut off by John B punching him again, but this time even harder. Will fell to the ground, holding his cheek in pain.

“Wanna try saying that again?” John B squatted in front of him and then pulled Will up by the collar of his button-up shirt. 

“If I ever see you even near her again, I’ll kill you myself. Understood?”

Will only nodded, struggling to get free from John B’s grip. 

John B then let go of him. Will fell to the ground, where he quickly got up from and left, pushing people out of his way while doing so.

“The party’s over! Get out!” he yelled. People were looking at each other, questioning if he was for real or not.

“Now!” That’s when people started leaving quickly, understanding that he was not playing around right now.

Then John B’s eyes met yours.

“What the fuck was that about?” you asked, crossing your arms on your chest.

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb with me right now.”

“I’m not.”

“Then tell me what happened.”

“It’s whatever.”

“No, it’s not, JB. Otherwise, I’m gonna have to believe that you beat him up without a reason.”

“Just forget about it.” To avoid talking to you, he started picking up the trash.

“Fine.” You turned your back to him and started to walk away when he grabbed your hand and pulled you back against him, lips crashing into yours.

You were shocked and surprised at first but then started kissing him back, your hands sliding behind his neck, fingers playing with the hair on the back of his head.

“Ooohhh yeahhh, get intoooo it!” JJ yelled from the distance making you smile into the kiss.

When John B pulled away, his eyes met yours again.

“I‘m not going to tell you what he said. But as far as you’re concerned, he got what he deserved.”

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Hogwarts No.1 Ship

Fandom: Harry Potter  Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader Word count: 3.4k Summary: You - Rubeus Hagrid’s niece and a surprising slytherin - have a crush on the Slytherin prince himself, but you are sugar and he is spice and there is no world where the two of you would fit together...right? Warning: Swearwordsm concussion, broken bones, but mostly fluffffffffff Requested by the amazing and patient (I’m really sorry it took so long) @onlycherryblossom​: Hi! I love your work and I was wondering if you could right a Draco Malfoy x Reader. you know, the one we talked about. It'd be so awesome! i hope you have a good day/night! (I won’t put our chat in here so that I don’t spoiler anything)

Hogwarts had rarely ever known two students who were as opposite to each other as Draco Malfoy and Y/N Hagrid. Draco - who was the embodiment of how people imagined the stereotype of Slytherin to be - was (most of the time) a prideful, cold, unempathetic prick, while you were a selfless, positive thinking, kind and gentle soul that could‘ve been a descendant of Helga Huffelpuff herself. The two of you did have one thing in common though. Your house. The hat had made you both into Slytherins which was on Draco’s side not surprising at all, but quite a shock for everyone who had talked to you for even a minute. Probably the biggest shock was courtesy of Rubeus Hagris - Half-Giant and your adopted uncle (on his father’s side) - who insisted that the hat must have made a mistake, but was quickly shot down by Dumbledoor who assured that the hat didn‘t make any mistakes. After some initial tumbling though, Hagrid realized that the house didn‘t make the person and that it didn‘t matter in what house you were sorted into, you’d always be his little pumpkin. And he was quite right. Even after you had been a Slytherin for just about five years, you had only grown more kind and loving - having bonded with many people in the other houses and years, but not quite as many in your own house. You’d call Blaze and Millicent maybe something close to friends and Pansy tolerated you which is why you gave her the title of ‘good acquaintances‘, but other than that you didn‘t really have a lot of contact with them in your free time. The most complicated relationship you held though was the one to the aforementioned Draco Malfoy. In a weird twist of fate the two of you somehow became the main ship in Hogwarts (with Harry and Ginny or Harry and Hermione as close second) even though you couldn‘t remember more than two or three times that you had talked to the boy outside of a classroom or study environment. Sure, he had never bullied or teased you which already differentiated you from most of the students, but you simply explained it by the fact that you were a good student - especially in potions class - and behaved well enough to gain a number of house points which made you into a good asset to Slytherin and as such made you a less logical target. Now all in itself that would‘ve been more than fine with you, but for some stupid reason your heart decided to betray you against it‘s better judgement and fall for him. Somehow, even after years of seeing him kick others down and behave like a complete douchebag you couldn‘t help but blush slightly at the mention of his name and feel your heart flutter when you walked by him in the hall or in the common room. The worst part was in potions class where he sat right beside you after Snape deemed your former partner as way too unqualified for one of his best students and exchanged him for Draco. Working with him in and of itself was actually rather nice. He was a good student and did his work thoroughly and mindfully, but you found it hard to concentrate when his hand brushed yours as you read a passage in the book or when he poured ingredients in the coultron that you were stirring. You really tried to ignore your feelings and ban every thought of him, but it seemed like you weren‘t doing the best job at it since your uncle kept asking about what it was that was distracting you all the time. On a rainy October day fairly at the beginning of your fifth year you decided you had enough. You were sitting in your Uncles hut with a plate of more or less edible cookies in front of you and a cup of something that was surely supposed to be tea when you finally gathered the courage to say what you had been meaning to say for weeks now. “Uncle Rubeus, can I ask you something?” Hagrid turned to you with his usual smile as he patted fang who was drooling all over his lap where he had laid his head. “Course ya can pumpkin. What’s it about?” “Uhm...well… you know there is this boy that I-“ “Ohhh Ah see,” Hagrid quickly interrupted you before you could even ask the question, “Ya know, usually I’d be more than happy to help ya with every question you have but ah really don’t thin’ I’m the right person for this, I’m sorry.” A little bit disappointed but not really surprised you just sighed and shook your head, telling him that it was okay, before bidding your goodbyes and making your way back to the castle quietly mulling over what exactly your plan b should be now that plan a had failed and you still had no idea what to do with or how to get rid of your stupid crush on Draco.

“You know what I would do if I were you?“ Ginny asked and pointed the end of her quill at you. The both of you were sitting in a corner of the library where you had planned to help her study for her upcoming potions exam, only for her to basically interrogate you until you admitted that you had an unlucky crush, even though she luckily hadn‘t pushed you to tell her who the guy you had a crush on was. “I‘d probably just tell them, I mean what do you have to lose. Either he‘ll say yes and you‘re happy or he says no and you just avoid him like he doesn‘t even exist - which would honestly be the appropriate reaction if he refuses a snack like you. See, no real downside to it.“ “Oh really? Hmmm, I wonder why you haven‘t told Harry how you feel yet then,“ you teased her and tapped your chin. Ginny‘s face immediately started to rival the colour of her hair and the way she crossed her arms in front of her chest and pouted reminded you of an overgrown toddler - but in a cute way. “I-I don‘t like Harry, okay? I mean I did when I was like ten because he was famous and I was a child,“ she tried to make sure you really knew how silly she wanted you to believe she thought it was by drawing out the word child for a good few seconds before rolling her eyes and looking to the side, “And anyway, it‘s not like he‘d date his best friend’s sister…“ “Oh Gin,“ you immediately felt bad and grabbed one of her hands with yours, “Have you looked at yourself? You‘re amazing and if Harry doesn‘t see that through his stupid invisible cloak and these glasses than he doesn‘t even deserve you.“ “Even though I admit that yes, I am amazing, this isn‘t the topic that we should be conversing about right now, remember? I think there‘s a certain blond Slytherin that you should be worried about more right now.“ Immediately blood shot right to your cheeks and you quickly looked around to make sure no one could‘ve heard her before leaning forward and hissing: “What? No? I don‘t like Draco? Why would you even think that? I never said that he is the one I have a crush on.“ Ginny just raised her eyebrows in an unimpressed manner, leaning back in her chair and picking the quill back up to play around with while she talked. “Listen honey, I‘m not judging you or anything. Don‘t get me wrong, I still and probably will always think Draco is a major asshole and doesn‘t even deserve to breath the same air as you-“ “He isn‘t that bad…“ “Yes he is, but anyways, no matter what I think of him I also know that you are a clever girl that knows how to protect herself and who knows, maybe you‘d even have a good influence on him.“ Images of you and Draco together with your friend group laughing and having fun crossed your mind and you could feel your heartbeat fasten involuntarily. “That‘s all great and good, but like I said, I don‘t have a crush on Draco,“ you gave the hope of getting out of this situation with the lie you‘ve been telling yourself for months still intact one last try, but Ginny didn‘t give it the time of day. “Oh please, I see the way you look at him in the dining hall and how your eyes are always on him when he‘s playing quidditch and just now you defended him even though the two of you aren‘t even friends. My love-radar is pinging like crazy around the two of you which is why I, Ginny Wealey also known as the love witch-“ “No one calls you that,“ you interrupted her only to be shushed by an evil glare. “I, Ginny Weasley, will help you in fulfilling your desire and getting together with Draco and I already have the perfect plan.“ “No no no no, please don‘t! Don‘t do this! Ginny no!“ you tried to make your point clear but she was already cleaning up her stuff and getting ready to leave. “Don‘t worry oh sweet Y/N, the next time we‘ll talk everything will be set in motion,“ she winked before dashing off leaving you standing in her figurative dust with your mouth agape for a few seconds before you let your head sink onto the table. This would definitely take an interesting turn…

After that you definitely started to actively avoid Draco which was - surprisingly enough - not as easy as you thought. Somehow he was almost always at least in your near vicinity. Besides the obvious factors of class (where you tried to focus on working and on praying whatever Ginny had planned wouldn‘t happen) and when you were eating in the great hall (where you had resorted to sitting at the very end of the table as far away from him as possible) he seemed to also be there in your free time. You were relaxing in the common room? He was there reading a book. You were outside with Harry and co.? Guess who’s coming their way to insult them (while not saying a single bad thing about you). By now there were just about three places where you were sure that he wouldn’t be able to pop up at any given moment. Your room, the bathroom and the potions classroom on Wednesday and Friday afternoon when class has already ended. After Snape had realized that he had some real potions-potential sitting in front of him he offered you extra credit as some sort of teaching assistant which basically meant that you helped him prepare lessons, helped him grade the first to third years tests and that you cleaned up and organized the potions classroom twice a week. Now usually, knowing that you were more than capable of handling the potions and ingredients standing around on your own after having seen you do it for a few months, you‘d be alone while you cleaned up except for the occasional visit of your professor to tell you which ingredients you should put on the students desks for the next class, but for some reason the next Friday - three days after Ginny had made her promise to you - the door already stood open and you could hear Professor Snape talking to someone. “I really expected better of you, your action is the reasons Slytherin has lost 50 housepoints and I hope you know that it is on you to gain them back, no matter your status,“ Snape‘s voice carried to where you stood and you wondered who the student was if Snape went so easy on them with his lecture. Usually you‘d be afraid for your life after losing even ten house points so getting such a calm reaction for 50 must‘ve really meant something. Your questions about the identity of the student were answered when you entered the dungeon room and immediately felt yourself freeze. Of course not even you (time dependent) sanctuary was safe anymore. Of course Draco just had to stand there and look at you without any identifiable emotion in his gaze. “Ah, Miss Hagrid, right on time as always,“ Snape nodded after he also noticed you and you felt slightly more at ease knowing that with him there nothing could really happen. “Should I come back later?” you asked politely, not sure if you had interrupted something. “No, you may stay. Mister Malfoy over here has got himself caught trying to sabotage McGonagall class, a childish act which I would’ve expected of the Weasleys but really not from you. As a punishment he will be the one to clean the potions classroom bi-weekly from now on until he has regained the house points lost. You’ll supervise him.” “I’m sorry, I’m not quite sure I understand.” “Malfoy will do all the cleaning but since he has no experience with it I can’t just leave him alone so, since you’d be here anyway, you can watch him and make sure that everything goes orderly.“ It wasn‘t really a question as much as a command, something that you were used to from Snape, so you just nodded and bid him goodbye as he went to his office, leaving you and Draco behind. By now you had seen through what was happening. This was Ginny‘s plan. Somehow she must‘ve managed to blame Malfoy for the prank on McGonagall - something rather extreme given the taken house points- hoping (or somehow knowing) that his punishment would force you to spend at least an hour with him alone in a dimmed room twice a week. Inwardly you cursed your friend, while outwardly you tried everything to avoid directly looking at Draco as you explained his tasks to him before you sat down at your usual place and pulled out a book really hoping you could get him to not talk to you that way. Either your plan was working great or Draco just really didn‘t care for you, because an hour later you still hadn‘t exchanged any words, instead he dutifully, but slightly pouting, had done his job while you shot him the occasional glance to make sure he was doing it correctly. “I think that was all, you should be good to go now,“ you told him with a small smile, relieved that you were finally free to leave the room and with that the tension that had built up inside you as a mix of nervousness and fear. Draco had opened his mouth to respond when a third year came rushing inside with at least twelve books in her arms that almost towered over her which she quickly placed on a table, slightly out of breath. “Professor Snape sent me. He said these have to be sorted and put away.” You could probably feel Draco’s sigh before he had made it and - not really fond of spending more time so frustratingly close to your crush and yet so far - you just nodded and told both of them that you’d take care of it and that they could leave, which both promptly did. You took the books and carried them to the back of the room where a sole, old bookshelf was standing - since the students mostly had their own books - and started putting them away when you heard a sickening crunch before suddenly the shelf including books came crashing down at you and before you could even think to pull out your wand, the world turned black.

“I’m so so so sorry, you were right I shouldn’t have interfered, if I’d just listened to you you wouldn‘t be lying here now,“ Ginny whined from beside your bed where she had been sitting for the past twenty minutes apologizing over and over again and blaming herself for the broken arm, leg and the concussion that had you unable to leave the infirmary for the next three days to a week. “Ginny, how often do I gotta tell you, it isn’t your fault! I would’ve sorted those books in anyways - no matter if you had pulled that prank or not - and it would’ve fallen anyways,” you tried to reassure her and gave her a soft smile. “But-“ “No but, okay? We can’t change the past anyways, and even if we could I wouldn’t because thanks to you, I don’t have to take that stupid DADA test.” Your attempt to lighten the mood seemed to work, because soon you and Ginny were back to your usual conversation-style and it relieved you immensely. It made you feel okay again. She was just telling you of a stung Harry had pulled in the Gryffindor Common room when she suddenly paused mid sentence and looked up. You followed her eyes to where they were placed firmly on a certain Platinum blond boy that looked simultaneously like he’d rather be everywhere else and like he was glad to be there, it was a sight to see. “I think I’ll leave for now, I’ll come back later with tons of sweets that Luna and I are going to steal from Harry’s personal stash,” Ginny said goodbye and gave you a wink as she walked away making you torn between wanting to roll your eyes and feeling yourself blush. Unsure of what to do next you motioned to the chair that Ginny had just occupied and Draco seemed to get the hint because he quickly sat down. “Hey-“ “Hi-“ “Sorry, you first.” “No it’s fine, you’re injured, you go first.” “Well, uhm-“ you took a deep breath to calm yourself down, “-I wanted to thank you, for bringing me here I mean, Madame Pomfrey told me you carried me all the way.” You looked away hoping that he wouldn’t see how nervous you were. “You don’t need to thank me, I couldn’t just let you lay there buried under books, your not Granger after all,” he said, seemingly trying to joke but immediately noticed that it was probably not the best thing to say given that you and Hermione were good friends. “Listen, what I came here for,” now it was Draco’s turn to take a deep breath, “I’ve been meaning to tell you something, but you were always with Potter or avoiding me or whatever, but after I saw you lying there… I guess I was just worried for you, I really don’t want you to get hurt.” Now that definitely caught your attention. For a second you played with the thought that this could possibly not be Malfoy but just someone else playing him with the help of polyjuice potion because he was definitely not acting like himself, but something in his word convinced you otherwise. “Thanks, I think, but would you mind me asking why? I mean...we’re not really the closest of friends,” you asked him, looking directly into his face to search signs of a possible answer. “Fuck it, I like you, okay? Happy?” You were completely stunned. Stunned, speechless, shocked. In all the time that you had been crushing on him you had never even really considered even the slightest possibility that he could reciprocate your feelings but now here he was telling you straight up. “You-You like me? Like like-like me?” You asked, just really wanting to be sure. There was a hint of nervousness and worry in his eyes, but he hid it behind a wall of annoyance. “You heard me, didn’t you? So, just get it over with, do you like me too or do you not, because if you don’t then I don’t want to waste my time any longer.” This definitely sounded more like the Draco you were used to and you had to giggle a little bit. “Yes, yes I like you too,” you confessed and like it was the most natural thing in the world you moved the uninjured hand over to where he laid on your bed and took it in yours. For the moment, you were caught in the shimmer of happiness and glee at having your crush there with you, definitely something more than your crush, and it would probably take a while until you‘d realize that there were some interesting things to follow, like telling your uncle about this for example...

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the cut that always bleeds - kevaaron au pt 3

kejerejean stans? this one is for you. no seriously this one is out of jean‘s point of view? cuz honestly i love that hoe so much. as always get your tissues ready guys. this is actually kinda long? and a mess? and no one beta read it so if there are mistakes or it doesn‘t make sense i‘m sorry!! this is not that sad? tw: mention of murder, mention of physically hurting someone, mention of stabbing, mention of the nest, mention of trauma

check this out to find the other parts:)

Jean has always been a light sleeper. He had to be in order to survive the horrors of Evermore.

So naturally the sobs - as silent as they might have been - woke him up. His eyes opened at once, he sat straight up. Almost automatically he got to his feet and left the room to get to Kevin.

After all, comforting Kevin was like breathing to him.

Jeremy followed Jean, because he would always follow Jean. Jeremy was like a moth and Jean was the light. Wherever he went Jer would follow.

So they went to Kevin‘s room. The striker laid in his bed, curled up, phone in his hand, uncontrollable sobs escaping his mouth.

„I see you took the call this time“, Jean said, surprisingly gentle.

„I wanted to end it. I wanted to have a clear cut. So tell me, why does the cut still bleed?“, Kevin whispered, his voice barely audible.

„Because it‘s a cut that always bleeds“, Jeremy told Kevin as he came closer, carefully and ever so gentle placing his hands on the other boy‘s back.

„He said he wants me to come back to him“, Kevin whispered while holding onto himself as if to try to stop himself from falling apart. „He told me he misses me. That he only gets high when he misses me“

It was quiet in the dark room, shadows were dancing, just as Aaron and Kevin used to dance in the dead of night underneath the night sky.

„You did the right thing Kev“, Jean replied in French while he got into the Bed behind Kevin. Just like they used to do in the Nest.

When Kevin was in his arms he began to hum a French lullaby into his ear.

Jeremy joined them after a second of admiring his beautiful boyfriend and the broken boy in his arms.

„Dude, do you want something? Hot coca? A special Knoxian hug? Us to get Andrew to gut that bastard? Wait, hold on. I forgot. Twin brother. Well, I can gut him for you? Andrew and this is a word by word quote told be once ‚You‘re like a little unicorn in a world full of wolfs with razor sharp teeths, learn to gut the wolfs, stay safe‘, so he taught me how to stab someone? Yeah okay that is not the topic right now, I can still gut Aaron though. I mean Andrew would try to hurt me, but then again I‘m his best friend so he does not have the rights to gut me, right?“, Jeremy offered him a toothy grin, while his hand wandred to his neck rubbing it nervously.

„Can you please not gut him? First of all: Andrew already tried to choke me once when Josten was in danger and I told them where he was, cause apparently yOu DoN‘t KeEp ThOsE tHiNgS tO yOuRsElF yOu FuCkInG mOrOn. I think you do keep those things to yourself if the other option is to get fucking murdered by the mafia??? But what do I know, am I right? After all I‘m just a narcistic, Exy-obsessed asshole without a personality. Bonus I have anxiety, panic attacks, probably depression and I‘m unlovable“, Kevin mumbled into his pillow, the voices of the other foxes, of the other teams inside of his head.

„Did they tell you that?“, Jeremy asked, not quite able to hide the sadness and pain in his voice.

„Doesn‘t eveyone think that?“, Kevin asked. „I mean I think they tend to forget that the woman who gave birth to me, the last woman who geniuely loved me besides maybe Abby, invented the job. I think they tend to forget that the fucking mafia killed her when they found out I‘m not theirs by nature, so the only solution was apparently fucking murder. Then they kidnapped me, brainwashed and tortured me to the point where all I knew was Exy. Oh and maybe they also tend to forget that Ravens were only ever allowed to do Exy, if you were privilegded enough sleep, and do more Exy“

„Kevin you are so much more than that“, Jean whispered into Kevin‘s ear while pressing him against his chest. Just as they used to do in the Nest. „I might be mad at you, because you left me alone with those psychopaths. I used to think you didn‘t care about me. But you were just like me, okay with less scars and less you know. However I cannot say I wouldn‘t have done the same. I understand you now, Kevin. And please, please stop saying those things. And now let us cuddle you and let Jer go through his ridiculous post break-up list. We‘re gonna cuddle you and all you have to do is trying to fall asleep. Used to help me when I was alone at USC. Could only sleep properly when someone held me. Well, Jeremy. Tomorrow we‘ll shove unhealthy food down your throat and watch Downton Abbey or whatever those historcial dramas you love so much are called. While stroking your hand or whatever you‘re into big boy. Afterwards we‘ll take the dogs out and force you to watch the fucking sunset. And I‘ll hold your fucking hand“

Kevin supposed the middle of the night was the time of long lost truths. „Okay“, he mumbled while he moved closer to Jean. Replacing his smell with Jean‘s. It took him a while to fall asleep but he managed.

At the same time Jeremy said „Mi amor, I love you, I really do, but that was literally the most romantic thing you said in the past two years? That is way more romantic than ANY date you ever planned for me? Rude? The audacity?“

„Moi soleil, you don‘t have the ‚cult kidnapped me and tortured me‘ card you can pull, you get the bonus treatmeant of any other people. Besides I literally have matching tattoos with you? I drew you like multiply times? I wrote like a dozen poems and at LEAST one short story? I wrote you a fucking lullaby? You have no right to complain right now, or you‘ll loose your kissing privileges and I give them to Kevin“

„Eww gross“, Kevin mumbled.

„I don‘t remeber you saying that back in the Nest“, Jean replied, poking his cheek.

Kevin didn‘t have the energy to answer. It was a long day. Sleep could have him for the day. Death’s little sister might claim him for the night.

This night he dreamed about Aaron. Strong arms around his waist. Golden eyes locking with smaragd ones. They were on some lonely beach, kissing lazily while the water kissed their feet. It was a beautiful day. Not as beautiful as Aaron, but then again nothing would ever be as beautiful as this specific piece of art. Everything was alright. Everything was good. Why couldn‘t it be the real Aaron and the real Kevin on that beach.

At about noon Kevin woke up to a drooling Jeremy on his stomach and the smell of waffles and soft French swearing in the kitchen. Softly Kevin woke Jeremy up.

„Sorry I always end up on weird angles and drooling on random guys. Jean used to get so mad when I fell asleep in his lap. But you can‘t take him serious when he looks with you with heart eyes trying to be Mad, can you? Anyways we should probably go to him and help him? Oh wait hold on a hot second there. I‘m banned from the kitche, so we can sleep? Right? Right?“

„I hate to break this to you Jer, but it‘s noon. So, no we cannot sleep. You can choose my clothes, though. I know you love going through my stuff and playing dress the doll, Kevin Day edition“, Kevin almost smiled at Jeremy, when he looked up at him pouting.

Then he remembered another blonde boy, pouting at him when he told him no. Another constellation of freckles around another, straight, perfect nose. Sinful lips softly turned up, trying to look mad. Hazel eyes instead of ocean blue ones. Messy blonde curles, instead of soft badly dyed ginger ones. Strong arms instead of lean ones covered in flower tattoos. God, Kevin missed his Aaron.

No, not his. Not anymore

„Okay, but you have to wear to fab outfit I‘ll throw in your face“, Jeremy gave him another easy, toothy grin.

Slowly the other boy got out of bed and went over to the cabet. Slowly Jer went through Kevin‘s cloths. After a while he slowly turned around, holding a jersey that is obviously by far too small for Kevin in front of his face. „What is that? Why do you still have his jersey? Babe, you gotta get rid of that, rather sooner than later“

Jeremy had the weird habit of calling his friends babe, baby, dude or bro. Before Jean he called his boyfriends bro or dude as well, but Jean was so confused by it he quickly stopped doing it.

„First of all: I‘m a weak ass bitch, it smelled of it. And secondly maybe I wanna stab it once I‘m over the phase where I‘m like madly missing him?. I‘d just put it into a pillow, stab at it like a maniac and then set it on fire. I didn‘t grow up with a psychopath as my supposed best friend for nothing Jer“

„Okay? Well I got your clothes. And you‘ll look amazing, cause it‘s the FOX ONSIE I GOT YOU!!! I‘ll wear my onsie as well, and I‘ll force Jean to wear his one as well!! Much fun!! Much wholesome!!“

So that‘s how Kevin Day, queen of Exy, landed sandwiched between his childhood crush and long life crush on their couch, watching Downton Abbey with a plate of waffles on his lap. This was nice. He might had actually enjoyed it, if this wasn‘t his and Aaron‘s show. They used to watch it, cry over it together, make out while watching it.

Thank God didn‘t actually touch him while watching Downton Abbey, he was good at daydreaming. Kevin would just had preteneded that it was Aaron and he thought him breathing Aaron‘s name was the last thing any of them needed today.

After their Downton Abbey marathon they ordered pizza, against Kevin‘s better judgement. Another traditon Kevin shared with Aaron. At finals Aaron would often forget to eat and Kevin was too big of a mess to be bothered to cook so he would end up ordering something every single day and feeding it Aaron while he studied on the floor. Occasionally he would earn a soft kiss, growing hungrier when the night grew darker. God Kevin missed the soft lips on his own.

Kevin would have enjoyed the beach, wouldn‘t he be dressed in a fox onsie, holding hands with a 6“5 guy who looked like he both could and would kill you in a unicorn onsie holding two tiny dogs in his other hand and with a 5“4 dude in a matching unicorn onsie with two dogs that were almost bigger than him.

At least this didn‘t remind him on Aaron.

Well, actually. The way the ocean softly kissed the sand, reminded him of his dream. And of the endless trips to the beach, sleeping in the car, Aaron on top of him. Lazy kisses and warm hugs. It was the first place Aaron took Kevin after their rehab. It was the first night they spent together, as sober men. Well, not sober per se. But drunk and high on each others love. It might had been the most painful memory of the day. God he missed those strong arms around his waist.

Nontheless the pain got less, he felt almost numb. Kevin liked feeling numb. Nothing hurt when you feel numb.

The sunset was beautiful. It reminded him of golden hairs, freckles standing against golden skin, soft lips at his ears, his neck, the corner of his lips.

„Aaron you‘re supposed to look at the sunset, you shithead“, Kevin used to smile down at him. „But I‘m already looking at the most beautfiul thing this world has to offer“, Aaron replied smoothly, locking eyes with Kevin.

When the moon took the place of his long lost lover they decided to go back.

It was safe to say that no one dared to think that someone would wait for them there. Especially not the one person they tried to avoid by all means the entire day.

„You said to stop calling. Never mentioned face to face conversations“, a husky voice said. And Kevin‘s world stopped.

[kendelias]

oc trope challenge: childhood marriage promise → zac bennett and dawn summers

“ “I’ve had a horrible day,” Dawn announces, flopping down on his bed with a dramatic sigh. She cracks open an eye to look at him. Zac is preoccupied by wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth, and blinking his eyes open. “Were you asleep?” Zac drops his hand from his mouth. “Uh. No?” She opens both eyes and stares at him. Just then, he’s hit by a very loud yawn. “Okay. Maybe a little bit.” ” [UNDER THE CUT] [AO3]

All is quiet in the Bennett household for the day. His older brothers are out at their friends’ houses, his parents are at work; so who could blame Zac for dosing off? He was supposed to be doing his homework, sure, but his desk looked so comfortable and his head began to lull… Which is why he startles awake when his door opens. He nearly falls off his chair, scrambling to sit up straight instead.

“I’ve had a horrible day,” Dawn announces, flopping down on his bed with a dramatic sigh. She cracks open an eye to look at him. Zac is preoccupied by wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth, and blinking his eyes open. “Were you asleep?”

Zac drops his hand from his mouth. “Uh. No?” She opens both eyes and stares at him. Just then, he’s hit by a very loud yawn. “Okay. Maybe a little bit.”

Dawn smirks, and scoots to the edge of his bed, patting the spot next to her. “Much comfier over here,” she offers. Well, he’s hard pressed to say no to that. So instead, he stands, crossing the few feet and flopping down next to her. They sit so they’re arm to arm, Zac’s head drooping back against the wall behind his bed and Dawn with her head on his shoulder. “I won’t judge you if you nap. I just needed to hang with someone.”

“First, tell me why your day was so horrible,” he mumbles sleepily into her hair.

Her shoulder digs into his arm when she shrugs. “It’s no big,” she replies. “It’s just that Aaron from Home Ec. asked out Emily today.”

For a moment, Zac just blinks as his brain struggles to catch up with her. “Aaron C.?” he asks. He only knows she nods because he feels her head shake against him. “That’s BS. He told Tray he liked you.”

“Yeah, well, clearly Tray was just making stuff up,” she mutters. “Men suck. I’m gonna die old and alone.” She pauses, then pokes Zac playfully in the ribs. “Except you, I guess.”

Zac feels both complimented and affronted. “Gee, thanks, I guess,” he replies. “Besides, you won’t die alone. You got me.”

Dawn laughs. “Yeah, a load of good you’re gonna do, married with three kids and a dog and I can live in your garage.”

The weight of his love for her presses against his ribcage like a drum. He wants so badly to tell her - that he loves her more than life itself. That he doesn’t want to picture a life without her in it. That no wife and no kids and no dog could ever make him happy if he didn’t share it with her. For what feels like his entire life, Dawn has been his whole world, and he doesn’t want that to end; not now, not in thirty years.

But he doesn’t say any of that. Instead, he hums. “Hey, remember when we were in sixth grade?”

“Generally?” she teases. “Yes, I think I recall.”

“Okay, good, because I‘m gonna get more specific. Remember when we had that Valentine’s Day party, and I told you we would get married one day?”

Dawn pauses for a moment. “Huh,” she says eventually. “You know what, now that you say it, I do remember that. Billy Lunkin teased you for a month, and then you told him you were gonna tell his mom he skipped Sunday school.”

Zac nods. “Good memory. Anyway, I’m sticking to that. I don’t think I can legally get married when I’m already engaged to someone else.”

He cracks an eye open just to watch her smile. It lights up the entire room more than the sun outside of his window ever could. “I don’t think that’s how that works.”

“Too bad. I’m committed. If, in the meantime, you find some dashing rogue that steals you away from me, then I suppose I’ll settle for someone else…”

Dawn snorts and says, “You’re sleep-deprived, so you’re saying stupid things. Take a nap. We can do homework when you wake up.”

Sounds good to him. He sighs and nods, curling up against Dawn, mumbling, “Nighty night, fiancee,” into her hair.

He barely hears it when she whispers, “Night, Zac,” right before pressing a kiss to his temple as he slips away into sleep.

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[11:52pm] “You’re doing it again,” you chirped, sweetly smiling at the boy sitting right across from you. The bubbles from the hot tub only covered so much of your body, but Mark could tell you didn’t seem to mind. He quickly averted his eyes as he ran his sweaty hands down his thighs.

“Doing what?”

Pink blossomed on his cheeks as you swam to kneel right before him. Sitting on the edge of the tub, the shy boy leaned back as you nestled your arms on his thighs.

You hummed to yourself as you propped your chin up on your hand. “When you run your hands down your thighs like you have a fever you just can’t sweat out,” you laughed. “I truly didn’t know that you were going to be here at this time. Did I make you uncomfortable, Mark?” Your sweet expression turned to sadness as he sensed the worry in your eyes.

Maybe it was the way you’d keep lingering fingers on his thighs whenever you sat next to him in class. Or how you’d whisper dirty thoughts to him while he was trying to focus on the professor. Or maybe it was how you’d lean in just so close so he could smell the sweet cherry chapstick that coated your soft lips. But never did you get too close. Yes, it was frustrating. So many times he’d wished in his head that you’d just do it. Do something— anything to satisfy his mind for just one second. But did he hate it? Not for one second.

Chuckling with nervousness, Mark quickly denied it. “No, no, not at all! I- I like it.” Your expression perked up hearing that. Fiddling with his fingers, he confessed, “It just gets a little... frustrating sometimes.”

“Oh?” you softly said. “What’s frustrating about it, baby?”

“Like- like that! I like it when you call me that, and when you touch me. But it’s only for a little bit... and then it never amounts to anything more.” His heart was beating out of his chest as he confessed what he was afraid of saying all these months. “I just want— I don’t know— a little bit more.”

Biting the bottom of your lip, you tried to suppress a smile. “Okay baby, come here.” Mark was confused before you tugged him down by his hair to lock your lips in a sweet kiss. It wasn’t rushed, or harsh, just right.

God, it was better than he could’ve imagined. The soft, pillowy feel of your lips against his brought out a muffled moan from his throat. All the while, your hands nonchalantly palmed his growing hard-on through his swim trunks.

“What are you doing—“ His voice trailed off as you hushed him. Heart beating out of his chest, his breath hitched when dainty fingers pulled down his shorts to reveal his throbbing member. He watched as you swirled the tip of his cock, glistening with precum.

Placing one quick kiss on his lips, you chuckled. “Just stay quiet, okay?” A choked up “okay” was all he could say before he felt the warmth of your mouth wrap around his cock. Fuck. Pure bliss cascaded down his body as your head bobbed up and down. Mark would be completely paranoid of strangers accidentally stepping into the scene if it weren’t for the sinful way you moaned and whimpered as you took his cock deep into the back of your throat.

It was quite the scene for you to see when you looked up. Pathetic whimpering bubbled out of him with tears almost threatening to spill down his cheeks. And his hands, poor baby didn’t know what to do with his hands. He ran them down his thighs, over the expanse of his torso. Mark sighed in relief when you intertwined his fingers with yours, just something to keep him grounded.

“Ngh, Y/N... I’m about to cum,” the boy whimpered. In your head, you would’ve teased him a bit longer. Make him wait just a little bit more until you’d let him cum all over your face. But he’s just been so, so good. So instead, you huffed a breath and then pushed yourself down until the tip of your nose hit his stomach and you felt his engorged cock fill your mouth to the brim.

It was heaven to hear your baby whine for you like such a pathetic mess. The pink on his cheeks now turned to the brightest of red. Pleads left him, drifting to your ears like music. The boy squirmed in his seat, eager to cum inside your throat. Mark whined, “I‘m gonna cum, I’m gonna come!”

Thick globs of cum filled your throat a moment after. Gagging, you pulled back from his cock to let his cum spill out of your mouth. A string of saliva connected your lips to the red tip of his cock as you pulled your head away. You gasped for breath before Mark grabbed your drool-covered chin and brought your lips to his in a long, passionate kiss.

[yunhostinyuyu]

broken and fixed - part 03

pairing: roommate!doyoung vs friend!taeil x original female character (ft. haechan & taeyong)

genre: roommate!au, work!au, social media!au-ish, fluff, angst, eventual smut

wc: 2.1k

synopsis: kang haneul is desperately looking for a way out of her home. as one of her best friends suggests a friend who is currently looking for a new roommate, a new and better chapter in her life begins. or so she thought...

warning: suggestive, mentions of abuse, panic attack, weed (for medical reasons)

“How many more boxes do you have? I don’t recall you having this much stuff! And why again is everything so heavy?” Donghyuck complained as he lifted another one of Haneul’s moving boxes. Drops of sweat already rolling from his forehead down to his cheekbones. “Quit whining big baby and get to work!” Mina scolded the younger boy as she grabbed a smaller box.

“We’re almost done...” Haneul explained as she kicked the door to her new room open and scanned all the labelled boxes with her belongings. She quietly counted as the three of them put thier boxes down, but can’t get rid of the feeling that she forgot something. “So these are the last ones.” Mina said and rubbed her red hands together. But as Hanuel looked around, she finally notices what’s missing.

“Wait, where’s my keyboard?”

“You didn’t bring it? Because I don’t remember loading it into my car...” Donghyuck commented. Haneul now remembers at how the piano is still at her parents home. She forgot to pack it because it was stored away on top of her wardrobe.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed loudly at the realisation, “I gotta go back to get it, I forgot... Fucking Shit!” she deeply growled. “I’d say that’s typical for you but I think you already know that.” Hyuck said, but was hit by a halfhearted slap from Haneul. He apologized “I’m sorry, I will go back with you to pick it up. Let’s go...”

“No, I can handle it. I still have my keys so I can just slip through for a minute and sneak out again. I’ll be fine, you guys should start getting ready for later.” Hanuel told her friends. Mina’s phone rang and she got startled as she saw the caller ID , “It’s my sister, I gotta run! But see you later!”. She placed a quick kiss on Haneul’s cheek and a slap on Donghyuck’s shoulder before she accepted the call. “Oww! She always does that!” He complained at Mina’s attack as she ran out the door. Right as the front door shut close, Doyoung’s head peeked out of the shared living room. That’s the second time he checked in on Haneul’s moving activities that day, earlier offering his help and letting them know he has friends over. So in case they are being to loud, he said she shouldn’t shy away from telling them to ‘tone it down’, as Doyoung put it into words.

“Everything okay?” He asked, a little concerned. He probably heard the cursing and Mina’s not-so-silent foot steps as she stormed out just a second ago. Hyuck shakes his head and she follows along, linking her hands behind her back in an effort to stretch them, as they stood in the hallways right out of Haneul’s doorframe.

“Yes! Don’t worry Hyung, we are about done.” Hyuck said first. “I’ll have to drop off one more thing in about twenty minutes and then I’m finished.” Haneul added and plastered a smile across her face.

“Yeah, no worries. Just wanted to check in.” Doyoung answered and already turned on his heel to open the living room door once again. As the door was wide open however, Hyuck spotted two new figures in the room and was quick to recognise one of them:

“Hey! Taeyong!” Oh oh. That name rang a bell in Haneul’s mind. Is he that ex of his sister? The one who’s room she is moving into right now? The look on her face froze, but only until they heard the slim figure yell back.

“Is that Donghyuck? What are you of all people doing here?” The boy walked out of the living room into the hallway and towards the younger boy. He was really skinny had had distinctive facial features, topped with platinum white hair, which was pushed back, with some strands of hair hanging out loosely.

“Oh just spending my precious time helping my friend...” Hyuck said, smiling, while fist bumping him. Taeyong quickly turned to face her and offered a handshake. “It’s nice to meet you! I’m Taeyong, Youngies former roommate.” The new face introduced himself, and Haneul shook his hand firmly.

“Nice to meet you too, I’m the new roommate of Doyoung, but you probably knew that.” She said, but then spotted another new face enter and slip past Doyoung, who was trying his hardest to hide his discomfort about this friends meeting Haneul. But he couldn’t do anything about it now. The nameless guy was shorter than the other two, but not by much. He had a round face with very plump lips and eyes she could loose herself in if she wasn’t careful, sparkling brightly. He was fast to stand next to his bright haired friend, his own brown, short locks looking awfully fluffy.

“We knew that, but we don’t know what your name is, beautiful? I’m Taeil.”

So now, when she first met Doyoung, she thought he was really attractive, but with the flirty boy who was now right in front of her, she had to correct her previous thought. His gaze almost made her drool. Thankfully, she could contain herself enough to shake his hand aswell and give him a genuine smile. “I’m Haneul” was all she could say before Donghyuck interrupted.

“Why don’t you guys join us later? Well be heading to a few bars downtown.” he suggested and Doyoung immidiatly cut right through.

“Maybe another time, but thanks for the offer.” the black haired man said and disappeared back into the living room now, hoping his friends would do the same. The both shoot a certain look to each other, thanked for the invitation and left to join Doyoung in the living room and went back to whatever it is they have been doing before. “Suit yourselves.” Hyuck dismissed the topic.

Haneul took her bag from her room and left together with Donghyuck. Her hands started to get clammy from the thought of having to go ‘home’ for one more time. Already running through all the worst case scenarios as she unlocked her car, which was parked right across Donghyuck’s. “Hey,” he spoke softly and she turned around to face her best friend again. He was just standing there with his arms spread out, offering a big hug. This was so rare coming from him, but nonetheless she put her arms around his back and let herself be pulled into his warm and cuddly embrace.

“I’m proud of you, Noona.” He whispered after a few seconds. “Don’t get all sappy now! Thank you Hyuckie, and I’ll see you later, yeah? Gotta make sure you look good so you get layed.” she joked when she pulled away from the younger man. Even if the older one enjoyed moments like these, she can’t handle them without getting either sarcastic or defensive.

“What do you mean? I always look good?”

“I will see you later! Bye now or I won’t make it in time” she swiftly dismissed his accusation and entered her car.

Nervosity starting to run through her veins as she got closer and closer to her parents home. Maybe she should have asked Hyuck or Mina to go with her, but now it’s too late. She didn’t talk with her parents about her plans to move out. To be honest, she didn’t talk with them at all, unless she was subject to her mother’s hits and unfiltered, rude words targeted at thier only daughter. The chance that they have caught up on what has happened already are pretty slim, since she wasn’t home all day and, obviously, all of her stuff is gone. Memories of the last incident with her crossed her mind again, and she really tried her hardest to keep that thought out of her mind. Focused on the street, the memories still stayed there and didn’t want to budge only an inch, which really made the young girl ache.

On the doorstep, her shaking hands tried to unlock the door as quiet as possible. The door opened itself slowly, and she stayed silent to listen for any sign of her parents. But no - there was only silence and everything was dark. The rooms she was living in all her life until now looked strange. They felt foreign, even if today was only the first day she officially moved out. It felt foreign, and it left a bitter taste in Haneul’s mouth.

Taking a chance, she dashed into her old bedroom, where her piano keyboard was stored. She hurriedly pulled it out from above her old wardrobe, balancing it as good as she could and put it into its cover. Without another thought she held it tightly against her chest and ran back out of the door. Everything happened in the span of only a minute, because Haneul was scared and the adrenaline made her act quicker than usual. But she was quick enough, and put the keyboard carefully in the trunk of her car.

„So that‘s it?“

Haneul froze, still facing the trunk of her car before slowly turning around to look at the source of the voice.

„What does it matter to you?“ she spat, quite surprised she managed not to break down right then and there.

„You‘re my daughter, a quick goodbye wouldn’t have hurt, huh? Tell me, who are you running away with?“ it‘s quite ironic, because it would infact have hurt.

„None of your fucking business. I‘m off now.“ Haneul spoke with as much force as possible, slamming the trunk shut and slowly walking around the car to get in the driverseat.

Her mother just scoffed. „Your attitude will never change, you stupid whore. Don‘t show your disgusting face around here ever again.“

Haneul swallowed hard, hand around the car door handle, but not get pushing it.

„Don‘t worry, you won‘t.“

And with that she drove away, back to her new home. Not having to deal with this mess ever again.

—

„Is she single? Do you know anything about that?“ Taeil asked, as the three freinds sat back down on the couch, curious about the new girl he had just layed his eyes on.

Doyoung didn’t answer, he only rolled his eyes as he stared back on his phone screen. Scanning Haneul‘s Instagram profile again and again in search of anything new, something she didn’t tell him or he didn’t find out about.

She was so interesting to him, but he would never admit it.

„Doyoung?“ Taeyong nudged his friend to pull him out of his thoughts, quickly shutting his phone.

„What? I‘m not helping Taeil, he can figure that out on his own.“ he huffed, clearly annoyed. Even if they were his best friends, they all had thier needs. And normally would help each other out to get what they desired, as in helping each other to get layed. But he really didn’t want them to be involved with his new roommate out of all people.

„Why are you so sour about this? I wouldn’t fuck her here if that’s what you’re so worried about.“

„No, because you won’t be fucking her at all. She‘s my roommate, there’s no need to involve her in anything just because you can’t keep it in your pants for once! There‘s plenty of fish in the sea.“ Doyoung answered and was met with an intense stare of his older friend.

„These are bold words coming from you.“ Taeil said, softly. „Somethings bothering you, and I don’t think it has to do with Haneul.“

„Ah, I don’t know, I‘m just... tired?“ the slim man uttered as he rubbed his temples with his and squeezed his eyes shut. Normally he would hit himself for saying stupid a things like ‘there are plenty of fish in the sea’, because he really didn’t think so. He only said it to distract himself from former memories. And that could also be the reason he’s constantly looking at Haneuls Social Media. To distract himself from the bitterness.

„Come on, we‘ll get something in your system.“

[h0rnyvxmps]

Warning: Ruki rambling.

First: Can we talk about how he protects his brothers? He finds them troublesome and obnoxious sometimes but even if something happened to them he‘d murder the person who harmed them and that’s just so admirable.

Second: His love for books. Like?? He got me so interested in his book taste. I am a huge book lover myself and I REALLY want to read The Catcher in the Rye thanks to him. hngh. Also, I know he reads his father‘s memento but i‘m actually curious about what’s in it. [if it was told in one of his routes, please pardon me for not knowing that].

Third: His personality and skills. Okay first off, his cool and collected behavior. Second, can we talk about how it seems that he has the upper hand in a situation with someone. I feel like when he’s silent, he analyzes anything in his head thoroughly. Okay now, his skills. His cooking skills oh my god. Not many men can cook, so that’s truly something admirable. Then, the fact that he can read fast. Again: not many people can do that [I think]. I feel like he‘d be sassy if he needs to be so, sassy Ruki all the way baby. OH AND HOW COULD I FORGET: HIS FRIGGIN DEEP ASS VOICE, MAKING MY OVARIES EXPLODE.

Fourth: Let’s talk about how sensitive he actually is. He is closed off at first, since he feels he cannot trust anyone. But oh boy, once he actually has feelings for someone he’s a worry wart and you can’t tell me that’s not appealing. I‘d die for him being like that, if he trusted me enough.

Fifth: His appearance. Let’s start off with what I like the most; eyes and smile. Those deep blue eyes containing color of a lapis lazuli gem, maybe a tad bit darker. That smile he flashes sometimes, when he’s proud or enjoying himself [That may or not be rare but i mean, i‘d die for guys who rarely smile]. His soft and silky looking hair and his concentrated expression when he reads or cooks. His long and slender fingers, touching your skin and making the spot he touched tingle. [AAAAAAaaaaAAAAaaaa i‘m dying].

Lastly: His nude body. Holy crap guys. I'll die for that sight. His delicious looking chest, those strong biceps and how could I forget his abs. He has me drooling. I put this as the last one because it doesn’t matter to me as much as the other stuff does. But like, i only need one pic to help me describe how I feel [rarely or sometimes]: