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qlossytbh · 1 year ago

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𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐭 - 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐮!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 Spencer reacts to your new hair-do

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 fem!reader, just a lot of disgustingly sweet fluff, Spencer’s a blabbering mess, sweetheart!reader, sunshine!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 1.3k

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 i actually find this one so cute oml

𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You walked the corridor, taking long strides as the sound of your heels clicked and echoed across the hall. You smiled sweetly at your fellow co-workers, as you struggled to hold the papers and books in your arms.

People around the BAU usually loved bumping into you in the morning, mainly because of how infectious your good mood seemed to be. You always walked into work with that huge smile displayed on your features, immediately infecting those around you. No one understood how someone as bright and, in a sense, pure as you could work in such a mentally demanding environment. You’d sometimes take part of seeing the crime scenes and assisted in a few of those cases, but during most of them, you’d stay around and help Garcia with certain tasks and whatnot.

You waved at one of your more familiar coworkers as you hurriedly made your way to the conference room, desperately trying to make it to the meeting where the rest of the team was waiting. A small wave of anxiety rushed through you, knowing that Gideon was bound to scold you one way or another for being late.

As you turned the corner, your body collided with someone else's, causing a few files to fly away along with two or three books, landing lightly on the ground. A small groan left your lips as you rubbed your arm, before you began to profusely apologize. "I’m sorry, I didn't—"

But to your suprise, when you motioned your gaze upward, you were welcomed with the familiar view of one of your favourite people in this whole office. "Spencer!"

You couldnt help how an increadibly wide smile splattered onto your face as you realized it had only been him whom you bumped into. You noticed however, how Spencer was just staring at you dumbly, moth slightly fallen agape, looking as if not a single thought was going through his head— which was a rare ocassion.

"Your hair—" He said barely above a whisper as he took in your face.

You furrowed your brows before dawning with realization. “Oh!”

You hand ran up to your now shoulder length hair and combed your fingertips through the ends of it with a small.

"Yeah, I felt like cutting it all off, seemed eaiser to maintain and I was aiming for it to be healthier, but I’m still getting used to it you know.." You said, leaning on your heels and looking at your friend who seemed too dozed off to be listening to anything you were saying.

And that he was. Spencer had been too busy rerunning his daily schedule in his head as he walked the halls, coincidentally, just as late as you are to the exact same meeting. He felt like an idiot for bumping into someone, cursing internally at himself, and felt even more horrified as he realized that it had been you. And to make matters worse, he had sent all your papers flying everywhere. The embarrassment he was feeling at that exact moment was uncomparable.

But every running thought stopped when he looked at at you and god. He felt like wind had been knocked directly out of his chest and suddenly his mind went blank. He stared at your now short hair, admiring how incredibly breathtaking it made you look.

The length framed your face perfectly, encentuating your cheekbones and jaw structure and from what he could see, you’d also gotten a small fringe done. Your cheeks glowed a natural pink hue while your eyes gleemed happily and Spencer couldve sworn in that instant second that you were the most beautiful thing he’d set his eyes on.

"—Spence." You cut through his thoughts, reeling him back to reality. "You in there?"

He swallowed nervously before nearly jumping to his feet just to answer and prevent you from thinking he had some sort of mental problem for staring so much. "Uh— Yeah! R-right here.."

You dipped your chin slightly as he continued to look at you, your ever persistant smile still plastered onto your features. The sudden pattering of your heart didn’t deter you from observing Spencer with a curious gaze, wondering what was going on in that big head of his. "It's short…”

He mentally slapped himself. You laughed.

"Yeah, it is actually! Didn’t really plan on it being so short, I asked them to leave it longer but the hairstylist lady didnt really listen," You chuckled to yourself, running a hand nervously through your hair. "Do you like it?"

Spencers stomach was doing all sorts of flips and turns as you gazed up at him, looking so sweet. But he couldnt seem to emit any sort of words, anything he thought of responding seemed wrong and the words he wanted to say wouldn't move past the back of his throat. His eye quickly caught a glimpse of your scattered papers.

"Shoot, uhm—“ He bent down and began collecting all of the pages together nervously. You offered him a humored smile before beinding down and helping him with all the fallen objects, shaking your head at his endearing antics.

It was always so humorous to see how collected and steady Spencer usually was, alwasy able to keep his thoughts into one straight line, aiming to get as much information out as possible, in the most cohesive way possible. He usually held himself so cautiously and carefully. His intelligence was something you loved about him.

But to see how much of a blabbering mess he’d become around you, made you think very fondly of him. How his hands would begin to fidget nervously and how his words became all twisted. Spencer always had so much in his head, but the second you came into the picture, everything vanished— except the thought of you.

Derek specifically always teased Spencer with his ‘oh so obvious’ crush, stating how he had 'no game' and if he didnt ask you out sooner he was going to do somethng about it. You were an absolute sweetheart and everyone knew you and Spencer would work perfectly.

You finished collecting your last book and stood up, sighing in relief. You took one last look at Spencer, beofre looking up at him with a glint of mischeif in your eyes. "You should be careful next time Dr. Reid,"

Spencer could feel his pulse in his neck. He opened his mouth and closed it before clearing his throat. "Yeah, I wasnt really—“

"Spence," You called, pulling him out of his thoughts before he could become a stammering mess. "I’m just teasing."

Spencer swallowed and offered you his signature side smile, wihch cuased your own to grow. You looked behind you and gestured towards the other side of the hall. “We should proabably start walking if we want to—“

"It looks really good." Spencer spat out nervously, too quick for you to catch. You tilted your head, ever so slightly and raised your brows. You hummed, not quite sure you had heard the words that left his mouth.

"Hmm?"

"Your, uh, hair—“ He prodded, pointed to your new haircut. "It looks really good— you look really good,"

Your smile grew and your eyes softened. You probably looked like a child on christmas morning. Heat rushed up to your cheeks as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear timidly, suddenly scared by the way your pulse had quickened.

"Thank Spence," Your voice was sweet as hunny and all he wanted to do was for you to continue looking at him the way you were right now. You stopped with a bit of hesitation, before welcoming him to come walk with you towards your conjoined meeting. "Walk with me?"

He nodded silently and walked by your side as you rambled about your weekend. Spencer loved talking about the things he knew, and sharing as many facts and statistics as he could, but when it came to you, all he ever wanted to do was just listen.

i may or may not have a little series in the works🤭

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syluslnd · 6 months ago

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Requesting sylus hurt/comfort where Sylus confessed his feelings to the reader but gets rejected (at first) cause reader thinks he either lost a bet or is doing this for a dare cause she had people do that to her before (this has happened to me like 4 times oml💀). How would he react to finding out what happened and reassuring her that he's sincere?

when he confesses & you think it’s a joke

Sylus stood in front of you, his usual confidence softened, as he finally let out the words you’d both been dancing around for so long. “I’m saying I… I want this. You and me.”

You blinked, processing his words before a small, disbelieving laugh slipped out. “Good one, Sylus. Where’s the cameras?” You even glanced around the room, expecting someone to jump out with a punchline. His expression faltered, brow furrowing as he tried to make sense of your reaction.

“sweetie,you think I’m joking?” he asked, his voice tinged with confusion and a hint of hurt. “I’m serious.” He stepped closer, searching your face.

When you saw the intensity in his eyes, your smile faded and a pang of guilt twisted in your chest. “Wait, you’re… really serious?” He nodded, and you felt a wave of embarrassment. “I… I’m sorry. I just thought… I mean, someone once did this to me as a joke said they wanted to be with me and then laughed about it.”

Sylus’s eyes darkened, a mixture of disbelief and anger flickering across his face. “Someone actually played with your feelings like that?” He shook his head, jaw tense. “Guess I’ll have to show you how real I am about this.” He lifted your chin, his gaze steady and full of a warmth that left no room for doubt.

As the truth settled in, you felt your face flush and he smirked, a hint of his usual teasing tone returning. “Next time, you’ll know better than to question me.” He brushed his thumb over your cheek, adding softly, “And I promise, I’ll never make you feel like it’s a joke.”

#love and deepspace #lnds sylus #love and deepspace sylus #l&ds sylus #lads sylus #sylus #sylus x reader #sylus x you

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tokoyan · 12 days ago

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- First date, Forever Memory.

pairing: baku x reader

Warning: none, just straight up fluff

word count: 1,150

a/n: the long waited part 2 is here (its been like 2 days). anyways hes so cute oml 😭<3

pt1 // pt2

You were waiting outside the café, phone in hand, calling him for the third time. No answer. A knot started forming in your stomach. You tried to stay calm, but the thought crept in "what if he stood me up?" No… Baku wouldn’t do that. He couldn’t.

What you didn’t know was that the night before, he was tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep. He was so excited, he couldn’t stop imagining how beautiful you’d look, wondering what outfit you’d wear, what perfume you’d have on... "Okay, that’s enough" he told himself. He really needed to sleep.

But no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t.

Right as you were about to call him a fourth time, you suddenly heard heavy panting and the rapid tapping of feet. Someone was running. You looked up, and there he was—Baku, sprinting toward you. You let out a deep sigh of relief, your heart easing as you realized he actually came.

He stopped in front of you, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

“I’m… so sorry,” he said between gasps. “I couldn’t sleep last night, but when I finally did… I woke up too late.” He wiped the sweat off his forehead before finally meeting your gaze.

Oh. My. God.

You looked stunning. He didn’t just think it—he said it outloud without even realizing.

You laughed softly and pulled him into a hug.

“You had me thinking you weren’t gonna show up” you said, giving him a slight pout.

“I’d rather get ambushed by 20 guys than miss our date,” he joked.

You playfully slapped his arm. “Baku, don’t say stuff like that.”

He grinned. “But it’s true.”

You rolled your eyes with a small smile, and the two of you walked into the café together.

Baku wasn’t the type to go to places like this. The polaroids on the wall, the cozy decorations, the people chatting quietly, the soft music playing—it was all too… calm. But he followed your lead as you walked to a table by the window.

Before you could even reach for the chair, he quickly slid it out for you.

“Thank you” you said, flashing him a smile as you sat down. He sat across from you, still looking a little unsure of what to do.

“So… do we just order now, or…?” he asked.

“If that’s what you want to do.”

“Oh, yeah… sure.”

A few seconds later, someone approached your table with a notepad.

“What will you guys be getting?”

“I’ll have an iced coffee,” you said, glancing at the menu.

You looked at Baku, waiting to hear his choice. He hadn’t tried any of these drinks before and didn’t want to seem clueless in front of you.

“Uh… I’ll have a black coffee.”

You raised your eyebrows slightly, surprised. The server wrote it down and walked away.

“A black coffee? Really?”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing, I just… didn’t think you were a black coffee kind of guy.”

Before you could say more, he cut in.

“Baku, we didn’t have to come to a café if you didn’t wan—”

“No, no. You wanted to, and I’ll always go where you want to go.” He crossed his arms.

You looked at him, speechless, before letting out a soft laugh.

“You’re so amazing.”

“And you’re the most beautiful girl on this planet,” he said smugly.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” you said, turning away with a grin.

Your drinks eventually arrived, and the two of you chatted as you sipped. He didn’t really like his black coffee, but he drank it anyway—not wanting to make a fuss or make you worry. Afterward, you both stepped out into the breeze, the sun shining gently above.

There wasn’t a specific destination—you just walked side by side, enjoying the peaceful scenery. For a while, neither of you spoke, taking in the calm.

Then you lightly brushed your fingers against his. He hadn’t held your hand earlier because he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. So, you took matters into your own hands—literally—and grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers. He tensed up in surprise at first, then quickly relaxed.

“Baku…” you said softly, stopping in your tracks.

He turned to you. “Hmm? What is it?”

“Can we take a picture under that tree?” you asked, pointing to a beautiful sakura tree nearby.

“Whatever you ask for, you shall receive,” he joked, and you both walked over.

Standing under the tree, you pulled out your phone and tried to get the right selfie angle, but your arm was too short.

“Here, let me…” he said, taking the phone and stretching out his arm.

“Baku, we should pose.”

“What should we do?”

You held up a peace sign, and he did the same.

“One… two… three.” Click.

You took a few more photos together, playing around with different poses. Then, you tapped his shoulder.

“Baku…”

He looked at you, curious.

“You should take a picture of this.”

And just like that, you leaned in and kissed him. His eyes widened slightly, but then he melted into it. His arm still stretched out, he snapped a few photos—maybe too many—before turning off your phone and slipping it into his pocket so he could fully lean into the kiss.

You kissed under the beautiful tree, on a beautiful day.

And in that moment, Baku wouldn’t have wished for anything else. All he wanted was this—just you, just now.

#weak hero class 2 #weak hero class 2 x reader #whc #whc1 #whc2 #whc2 fluff #park humin x reader #park humin #baku #baku x reader #baku fluff #whc fluff #weak hero class #weak hero class two #weak hero class one #ryeoun

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messylustt · 1 year ago

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nsfw amazinggg scenario based on this request. so tasty wtf. finally posted, oml i’m so sorry for the long wait :(

you had one question and too many awkward outcomes. you couldn’t ask the people you’d rather ask. they’d ask more questions, and most likely not tell it to you straight. you needed to know, but nobody got that.

all except miguel.

you wouldn’t dare look at his face as you mumbled the words out. wanting not to say them but also wanting an answer to them. the silence feels like two hands at your neck. you can feel your feet shuffling, unintentionally sliding back. maybe you shouldn’t have asked.

your mind and gaze focuses on a speckle of dust on the floor, as you wait. yeah, you really shouldn’t have asked.

at first miguel’s reaction was shock. you asked what? he thought he had heard wrong. he had to have heard wrong. but you’re still here, feet shuffling, gaze down, but nonetheless still here. you wanted an answer. why from him? he doesn’t know.

“you can ignore my question.” you suddenly say, feet a lot farther back then before. “you can — ”

“no boyfriend to ask?” miguel’s questions is simple, said in that typical unfazed tone. “um…yes, but…i can’t ask him.” you say back, with a tilt to your head, your gaze just below his eyes.

“why not?” he asks, but you don’t answer, again repeating your question. “what’s a bj?” your innocent tone tells miguel how you really don’t realise the implications of asking him something like this. your innocence is telling him to tell you. answer your question.

“do you know that it’s an abbreviation?” he asks, his gaze staring at your face a little more focused. you look to the side, sucking part of your lower lip between your teeth before glancing back. “i’m not dumb”

“mhm.” miguel just hums, glancing up at his shut office door, before looking back to you. “why ask me?”

“because i’d think you’d know.” you reply. “many people here know. your friends would know.” miguel states, crossing his arms. “they’d ask questions”

“i’m asking questions.” miguel answers straight away. “yeah but not the invasive ones.” you reply, now tapping at your fingers.

miguel eyes you, more narrowed, more intently. “you want to know what a ‘bj’ is?” miguel asks, now meeting your gaze, but you’re quick to look away. you nod, glancing to the far wall behind him. one word and a tap of his finger at his desk behind him, makes you shift it back. “c’mere.”

you now slide your feet closer, a little hesitant. miguel watches you, not missing one movement. then his hand is behind your head, his fingers in your hair, as he draws you closer. you should have backed away then, said you changed your mind, but you stay still, staring at him.

miguel, with his hand in your hair guides you down onto the floor, on your knees as he mutters. “kneel down.” you’re slightly confused as you look up at him. miguel grabs your hand and guides it to his hard on, that you just now notice at your eye level. your eyes expand as you realise. “you ever done anything with your boyfriend?” miguel asks, his suit beginning to disappear, as he keeps your head held by his hips.

“i…” you can feel your breathing pattern change, as miguel begins pump his already hard cock in one hand. “i’ll take that as a no.” he says, as pre-cum leaks out from his head, as he tilts his head down at you. “open up.” he utters as you gulp, big eyes staring at his tip. he taps under your chin as he lets go of his cock, urging your mouth to open, as you part your lips.

“a bj…” he begins as he pulls your head closer, tapping his cock on your tongue lightly. “is short for blowjob.” he coats your tongue in his pre-cum as you scrunch your hands into fists at your thighs. “is your boyfriend wanting one?” he asks, just looking at the way the white slips around your mouth before he pulls your head closer, your lips being moved to wrap around his head.

you try to speak around his cock, it twitching in your mouth at the vibrations, making him clench his jaw. “just shake your head or nod.” you nod. and that’s when his grip in your hair begins to slowly drag your lips up and down his cock. “hollow your cheeks” he instructs, as you try to do so, getting used to the feeling of a dick in your mouth.

“i don’t know why you’re not asking him, but i won’t ask any ‘invasive’ questions.” miguel says, his hips begin to slowly meet your mouth. you try to copy his movements. the up and down motion, that your head soon picks up. with his grip still in your hair, he notices the way you try to to take him deeper.

you’re soon choking, gagging around his head, as water pricks at your eyes. miguel could’ve warned you, told you about your gag reflex, but selfishly he wanted to see what you’d look like spluttering over his dick. “careful.” he mutters, not sounding very apologetic, as you glance up at him, his hips beginning to move a fraction faster.

miguel taps at your throat. “loosen up.” he says, as his hands pull your head further down, guiding your movements. you try and loosen your throat, having had to swallow all that extra spit. you meet his gaze, worried. but he just strokes your hair “gagging’s fine, cariño. you’ll get used to it.”

he pulls you completely onto him, your nose brushing his pubic hair. you then repeat those up and down movements, clenching your hands back into fists as you gag. “that’s it...” miguel hums, seemingly pleased. you can feel his cock twitch in your mouth, his tip practically tapping at the back of your throat.

with him stroking your hair, and holding the back of your neck, his abs tighten. he waits till the last second, your head obediently bobbing, before he pulls out, coating your suit-clad chest in white. you’re catching your breath, your cheeks stained in loose tears. miguel still pets your head, pushing the strands of hair out of your eyes, as he glances down at the mess he made, tilting your chin up. “does that…answer your question?”

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hitomisuzuya · 5 months ago

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Hi Suzu! I hope you’re doing well. Lately I’m also extra infatuated with Aventurine, especially since I got his LC during his rerun recently! So I have a Husband!Aventurine x Wife!Reader request!

Husband!Aventurine who’s just had a long day at the company and came home to his wife wearing his favourite pair of lingerie.

Husband!Aventurine who ended up having sleepy sex with his wife. He’s tired, but this man could never say no his darling wife!

Husband!Aventurine who still give the best aftercare despite being so exhausted all day, and seeing him all tired, reader pampered him with all the rubs, and kisses he deserves.

husband!aventurine x fem!reader. soft smut. established marriage. creampie. riding. spoiling aventurine. a slight dash of breeding kink. aftercare.

upmost congrats! since he evaded on his first banner, i pulled him, his E1 and his lightcone. also, mind your shields extra everyone. i don't think hoyo has fixed the bug with him yet. 😭 i love this man oml

the ipc is demanding, this you knew. it was well past 2 system hours in the morning by the time aventurine returned home to you, his beautiful eyes hooded with exhaustion. you immediately went to your husband, helping him take off his jacket. "you are home. i missed you," you greeted in a way that never failed to make his heart flutter.

he sighed as you hung his jacket up. "sweetheart, what are you doing still awake? i insisted that you go to bed hours ago," he often frequently called to check in when he was working late. even his voice was heavy with exhaustion.

however, the feeling ebbed away a little seeing you in front of him now. the expensive silk robe he bought you just because was open, revealing his favorite lingerie that clung to your body in all the right ways. despite how tired he is, he couldn't ignore the growing ache in his cock either. "not that i don't enjoy your spectacular presentation though."

you put your arms around him, smiling softly up at him. "i didn't want to go bed without you," you blushed looking away shyly.

aventurine chuckled softly. "cute, but," he curled his fingers under your chin and tilting your head up to look at him, "but there is something else rattling around in your pretty head. i can tell."

"let me take care of you in bed tonight. you always work so hard, especially at the end of the year and i just wanted--" you begin, being cut off with a soft kiss to your lips.

you always look so cute when you are flustered. "how can i possibly say no to that?" pressing your body up against his, you more than felt how hard he is. all you want to do is take care of your husband. nothing else mattered to you.

you were already melting in aventurine's hands as he kissed you again, his lips never leaving yours as he guided you to the bedroom. his fingers were nothing but soft and delicate as he removed your robe and lingerie. even though he knew he could easily buy it again for you, he couldn't bear to rip anything off his delicate little wife.

"so responsive," he praised sleepily as he you shivered from his touches on your bare skin, goosebumps prickling on your skin as soft moans rose in your throat. your cheeks flushed, wet pooling between your legs hearing his praise.

he carefully set you on the bed, crawling up next to you. "i'm sorry, sweetheart. you'll have to be on top tonight," he generally liked being on top, watching your face contort with pleasure while he made you feel good.

"shh, it's okay," you said, putting your index finger on his lips as you straddled him. "let me take care you, my dear husband," you rolled your hips down, gliding your pussy on his cock as you guided it between your folds.

he groaned, his hips twitching to grind back into you. it always felt so heavenly for him to feel your wet warmth soaking onto his cock. his hands shook as he put them on your hips, gently helping guide your pace.

"you sound so beautiful," he said, watching your delicate hips rock as his length rubbed against your ever throbbing clit. your moans rising in octave a welcome symphony in his ears. it made him forget about the obnoxious grind of the day. "wifey," he teasingly added, firmly groping your ass.

you let out a shy squeak, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. "allow me, beautiful," he lifted you with a hand on your hip to guide his cock to your weeping entrance. "i should really be the one taking care of you," he moaned feeling your hole clench around just the tip of his cock.

you put your hands on his cheeks, and shook your head. "then take care of me. take care of me by cumming inside of me," your thumbs skimmed across his cheeks, firmly rolling your hips down to slowly push his cock inside of you. "who knows, you might put me in a delicate condition."

aventurine's cheeks flushed, not being able to help his moans as his cock stretched you apart. aeons, he'd hit the literal jackpot marrying you. his back arched off the bed, his hands tightening on your hips as you started to ride his cock. his hips tiredly bucked up into yours, his eyes marvelling at your way your breasts bounced in time with your rhythm.

"please, harder," he moaned, one hand wandering down to your puffy clit. you threw your head back, twitching in pleasure while his beautiful fingers worked over the sensitive nub. you increased your pace, his cock head rubbing and nudging into your sweet spot.

aventurine lost control a little. a gasp of pleasure tore from your throat as he suddenly started thrusting up into you, driving his cock more relentlessly into your sweet spot. his darling wife was working so hard to take care of him, the least he could do was return the favor and happily help you along in cumming.

he craved you feel you gush on his cock while he spilled his cum inside of you.

"that's it, sweetheart," he moaned in encouragement, "i'm so close," his cock throbbed almost unbearably inside of you. he writhed on the bed underneath you feeling you tighten your thigh muscles for tighter friction on his cock.

aventurine knew you were going to cum hearing the whimpers tinging into your moans. he pressed circles on your clit, pinching it for extra stimulation. his body twitched in utter bliss as your walls clutched tight and perfect on his cock.

he utterly overwhelmed your orgasm into breaking over you. if it wasn't for his steadying hand on your hip, you didn't know how you would've held yourself upright. you looked so breathtaking to him, twitching and shaking as you creamed on his cock, the cutest, shameless moans mingling with his.

the sight of you cumming, coupled with the feeling of your pussy sucking his cock in made him come undone. he held you still, lovingly fucking his cock up inside you to help you ride out your orgasm. you mewl in utter bliss as his cock emptied inside of you, his cum squelching together with yours.

you continued to bounce on aventurine's cock, determined for him to ride out his orgasm for as long as he wanted. he'd long lost himself in you and the tight feeling of you pussy. he was panting quietly by the time his hips stopped.

you blushed shyly feeling beads of cum drip from your pussy as he gently lifted you off his cock. "let me spoil you with something, sweetheart," he insisted, draping the blankets over you as you curled up next to him. "i brought home some lovely chamomile tea with melatonin in it. let me brew us a cup. it will help soothe us both to sleep."

looking up at him, you doubted he would even need the extra omph to sleep the tea would provide. "that would be lovely," you gave him a soft kiss on his lips.

with the expensive electric tea pot he had, it didn't take long for him to brew two cups of tea. it didn't take him long to fall asleep afterwards, with your fingers combing through his hair, resting his head on your chest.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail imagines #fem!reader #aventurine #aventurine smut #aventurine x reader #aventurine x you #aventurine x y/n #husband aventurine

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tulip-room · 3 months ago

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۶ৎ kiss kiss ۶ৎ

syn. you kiss their foreheads

characters. yukimiya kenyu, niko ikki, nagi seishiro, bachira meguru, sae itoshi

masterlist

a/n: thank tansy (@un-chan) for this everyone. he mentioned yukimiya's wiki and him getting flustered by forehead kisses and it turned into this! also be nice, this is my first time writing for blue lock <33

𝜗𝜚 yukimiya

freezes when you kiss his forehead

bcs you’re so gentle with it as you move his bangs from his forehead and cup his face

remembers his first crush and his face heats up SO BAD OML.

the first time their lips brush against his forehead he thinks he’s imagined it. “your hair is so soft,” they say as they bring their lips to his forehead again. his head is resting on their chest and he can feel the steady beats of their heart and the rise and fall.

“did you kiss my forehead?” he hopes he’s able to mask his embarrassment but once he feels his cheeks heating up he knows it’s a losing battle.

“it’s a very kissable forehead.” they say and brush the stray hairs from the space. “are you embarrassed yu?” they ask with a small laugh.

“i would never.” he turns his face to attempt to hide his small smile and the ever present redness of his cheeks.

“i love you.”

“i love you too.”

𝜗𝜚 niko

confused

so so very confused

tries to immediately cover his face

“stop that!”

but then if you keep doing it he eventually grows to love it and looks forward to it as a way to unwind

niko has grown used to his partner finding reasons to brush his bangs aside and kiss his forehead. “why do you do that?” they throw him a confused look.

“do what?”

“kiss my forehead.” he can see them laugh at the question before holding his face in their hands.

“you said that you were insecure about it and i just want you to not feel so bad about it anymore.” to say he was flustered was an understatement. “you’re my world and i don’t want you to feel bad about any part of you when i love the whole you.” they touch their nose to his.

“you didn’t- ugh, you can’t just say that.” they laugh again and his lips quirk up.

“i love you.”

“i love you too. even if i think you get some sick joy out of flustering me.”

𝜗𝜚 nagi

his favorite form of affection

it’s bcs he can lay on you and it just makes him feel cozy

just hums and keeps playing his games but occasionally will lift his head if he thinks he did particularly well as something

(i’m sorry im making him like puppy coded—)

“how’s the game going sei?” his head is on their chest and his arms are wrapped around them loosely as he holds his phone and plays his game. he just hums in response. a bright “win” flashes across the screen and as they’ve grown accustomed they swipe his bangs to the side and kiss his forehead. his eyes close for a moment and he tilts his head closer to them.

“i’m starting to think you only play games to get forehead kisses.” they tease and kiss his forehead again.

“whatever.” it’s clear he’s slightly embarrassed but chooses to go back to his game either way. his head still tilts when he wins the next round. and if there’s a small smile on his face when he feels their lips against his skin, well that’s nobody else’s business.

𝜗𝜚 bachira

loves it when he’s overstimulated and can’t kiss your properly or won’t let you kiss him

the kiss is light enough that it just feels nice

also kisses your forehead

does it if his head hurts but doesn’t want to say it so you just learn to kiss his forehead back after he kisses yours LOL

smiles so wide omg

to say it had been a long day was an understatement. for whatever reason bachira’s head felt like tv static and all he wanted to do was lay down with his partner and end the day. luckily he was able to do so soon, he had never left practice so early…ever. it was worth it when he was able to come home and he touched his forehead to theirs. the cool of their skin calmed the static a little bit.

“are you okay meguru?”

“my head feels all messed up.” he didn’t want to open his eyes so he allowed himself to be led over to the couch and sighed contently when they both laid down.

“let’s stay like this until your head calms down then.” he remembers when he told them about what his mother would do to soothe his head. how she would rake her nails gently across his scalp until he fell asleep. they had added something more though. he smiled as he felt a warmth on his forehead and a breath. a forehead kiss was enough to make everything feel better.

𝜗𝜚 sae

doesn’t understand it at first

obviously he knows what a forehead kiss is just doesn’t know why you’re doing it

it is all a ploy to get him to keep his bangs down

the ploy…occasionally works.

he’s always very suspicious about it though

“what are you doing?” he asks seemingly unamused.

“i kissed your forehead.”

“well i know that,” he rolls his eyes and crosses his arms from where he’s laying down on the couch. “but what are you trying to get out of it?”

“nothing!” lies. they wanted him to have his hair down so they could sweep his bangs out of his face for them. they love his bangs for whatever reason and it has been the source of many a playful argument.

“uh huh, i’ll pretend to believe it.” the next time it happens her pretends to ignore it. he was curious how far this was going to go before he couldn’t find it in him to resist whatever it is they wanted. his current record? five minutes. the time when he finally gives in? …two minutes. it’s really not his fault if you think about it. when they’re really just too persuasive is all. with their laughter and smiles and lips pressed against his forehead. “tell me.”

“can you have your bangs down at home?”

“fine,” he sighs and ruffles his hair. they’re surprised at how easily they fall out of place. he looks younger with his bangs down and they smile.

“there we are, hi handsome. come here often?”

“i will go get the gel from the bathroom.”

“nooo!!!” they swipe his bangs out of his face and land a kiss on the skin and watch with amusement as the bangs fall back into place.

with a sigh he goes back to what he was doing and is only occasionally interrupted by forehead kisses. not that he can find himself minding too much.

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#bllk x reader #bllk x you #yukimiya x reader #yukimiya kenyu x reader #niko x reader #niko ikki x reader #nagi x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #bachira x reader #bachira meguru x reader #sae x reader #sae itoshi x reader

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tzuberry · 2 years ago

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(cute) things zerobaseone maknae line do as your boyfriend ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა

pairing shen quanrui (ricky), kim gyuvin, park gunwook, han yujin + gn reader⠀⠀⠀details fluff, established relationship, bulletpoint

cw none ⠀⠀⠀wc 410, 418, 505, 462 (1,795 overall)⠀⠀⠀reading time 7 minutes

note HELLOOOO i havent posted a fic since july 15th and that was my first fic ever on this account omg... thank u for all the notes on my other post LIKE i didnt expect so much + thank you for 90 followers!! also i might start writing for tiot and evnne if i have time 🫡 likes are reblogs are appreciated if u can 💟

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ricky 리키

lets you play with his hair

i think ricky is honestly extremely particular with his hair, and especially who gets to touch it

his hair isn’t very visibly damaged despite getting it dyed frequently / basically not having black hair since he was probably fifteen years old (and he’s nineteen now, so that says something) so he has to take good care of it not to have it fried off

there were stories about him during bopeul where they said they always saw him fully ready with perfectly styled hair whenever he left his room, too

like i’m not even kidding he has to care for his hair a whole lot or by now he could’ve been bald i’m sorry

when his friends—mainly gyuvin—try to play with his hair or comb their fingers through it, ricky allows it but is not that pleased because he put effort into styling his hair and doesn’t want it to get messed up

gyuvin jokingly whines a little, but is over it after a few seconds

when ricky started dating you, although he thoroughly knew you and almost all of your habits and mannerisms, he didn’t think you would be into playing with his hair

you’re hanging out, watching a movie at your apartment while your head is rested on his shoulder when he feels your fingers suddenly brush through the strands of his hair

he turns to look at you, partly shocked but also just wondering what you’re planning on doing to his hair

you shrug your shoulders, keeping your eyes on the tv and not minding him one bit

“what are you doing?” he asks, a little amused

he expects you to reply playfully, to exchange banter or something like that

but instead, you say, “your hair is really soft, you know,” as you proceed to curl a portion with your finger acting as the curling iron

ricky quite literally folded that day... now he lets you do whatever you want with his hair

you can braid it, curl it, whatever

he doesn’t mind as long as it’s you, even if he spent nearly an hour fixing it this morning

you’re in a cafe talking to gyuvin and gunwook, sitting at the other side of the table when you lift your arm to twirl ricky’s hair, him not remotely flinching at the contact

gyuvin is pleasantly surprised to witness this sight

“you don’t let me do that,” he sulks, aimed at ricky

your boyfriend scoffs. “you’re not [name].”

gyuvin 규빈

always texts you + makes sure you’ve eaten

okay i think i’ve seen a lot of people say this already idk but i think it’s soooo true

gyuvin texts you excessively

like. about anything

there was one instance when his little brother had a crush on a girl, and gyuvin literally went to you for help and his brother didn’t even have an inkling of what was happening

gyuvin (DO NOT REPLY): [NAME] MY LITTLE BROTHER... is... growing up :(

gyuvin (DO NOT REPLY): he used to be so small i could put him in my pocket and now

yn: what happened???

gyuvin (DO NOT REPLY): he LIKES A GIRL. who told him it was okay to get a girlfriend? at his toddler age??

yn: gyuvin i love you but we started dating when We were his age

and then he continued to ask you for advice on how to help his brother get the girl he liked

there’s more instances of him oversharing his brother’s life with you, but that ends there

he also buys you snacks all the time

even if you don’t want it. even if you verbally, very clearly, straightforwardly tell him you’re not the tiniest bit hungry

he’s basically your mother oml

he makes those little snack baggies for you to take

before you both graduated, gyuvin would bring you lunch. it didn’t just stop at snacks

he would ask his mom to help him cook for you

and he’d make it all cute and stuff like shaping the rice to be your favorite character

he’d pack it to school and give it to you in the morning. omg

mixing those two things together, you get “have you eaten yet” texts all the time

it’s two pm, and you were so stuck while helping a friend that you regrettably forgot to eat lunch. ‘it’s okay,’ you assure yourself, ‘i had a late breakfast’

gyuvin texts you, asking the usual “have you eaten lunch????” and you lie and say yes

and then your phone rings and you know you can’t avoid it anymore because he can see through your voice when you lie

from the speaker of your phone, gyuvin’s voice is unbelievably attractive—but you choose to ignore that fact for now

“[name],” he deadpans. “be honest. have you eaten?”

choosing to accept defeat, you exhale deeply. “no.”

gyuvin suddenly hangs up and only a text is left on your screen

gyuvin (DO NOT REPLY): i’m coming over in. like 30 minutes i have to ask my mom to help me cook

gunwook 건욱

teaches you how to dance

gunwook is SO good at dancing it’s so crazy

i love watching him on stage because he’s the best performer ever. like he seems to genuinely enjoy it and i hope he never loses that love for dancing / singing / rapping

you on the other hand..... you could be good at dancing too, just definitely not as good as gunwook

so whenever your scheduled dates are interrupted by his extracurriculars at school, you decide to tag along with him, if the members of his clubs don’t mind (which they usually don’t)

one of his extracurriculars is the dance team

and most of the time, when your preplanned dates are cancelled because of an extracurricular he has lined up for him, it is almost always dance

so you end up following him to the practice room, silently watching him in the corner so as to not obstruct their view of the mirror by sitting directly in front of them

his eyes light up with the flame of passion you adore so much, and you’re so content that even if your date is cancelled because of this, you’re not annoyed and you still get to indirectly spend some time with him by spectating him as he does what he likes

in the short breaks that he gets, he takes the opportunity to sit beside you on the floor and ask about your day

when the practice session ends, he asks if it’s okay with you if he stays to polish up the routine, to which you say yes and offer to stay with him because everyone else has started to leave

after a while, he grows tired and plops down next to you

gunwook chuckles. “i’m sorry for cancelling our date and making you stay with me.”

“it’s alright, i like watching you dance.” you smile

he abruptly stiffens up, irises reflecting the light, making his eyes glow excitedly. “do i dance well? what do you think?”

you giggle. “you dance very well. a lot better than i can, for sure.”

“mhm, yeah?” he grins widely, and you know what he’s going to do

gunwook jumps up on his feet, extending his hand out to you to help you get up

“you just need a little help.” he nods proudly. “you’re lucky i’m your boyfriend.”

you take his hand, and he leads you to the center of the room and he starts to dance with you ballroom style (???) like the waltz and stuff

he guides your arms over his shoulder to circle his neck, and his hands rest on your waist and then he starts counting, “4... 3... 2... 1... like this,” as he takes a singular step in different directions, encouraging you to mirror his movements

you almost trip, but you tightly cling on to his shoulders before you can fall

gunwook laughs. “enough dancing for today?”

“yes, please,” you agree, letting your body fall forwards into a hug with him

“alright. if you’re not that tired, are you still up for that date?”

yujin 유진

(tries to) initiate / enjoys physical touch

yujin doesn’t seem like his love language is physical touch.... i know gyuvin does it a lot to him and he kinda pretends to not like it but it’s so endearing and i sooo believe he deep down loves it

it’s the same with you, but he’s the one intiating it

he never thought he liked skinship all that much, because he would even jokingly say it pestered him a little at times when gyuvin would dote on him

but when it came to you, and when you first started dating, he was itching to hold your hand

it was so new to him because he never craved for anyone’s physical affection before

all his older friends like gyuvin and gunwook would always just.... initiate skinship for him and he thought he didn’t like it but

suddenly you come along, and you don’t even try to hold his hand

he thought couples were supposed to hold hands?? and hug??

but you’re not budging and it’s so frustrating

while walking you home from school like usual, as you tell him about your day, he tries to gather the courage to intertwine your hands

it doesn’t work, and he’s left with cold hands as he stares at you enter your front door

“next time,” he whispers to no one but the wind

next time comes and still... he’s too nervous to hold your hand

the distance between your palms is less than four inches, and all he has to do is take the leap—besides, nothing could go that wrong. you like him and he likes you

he purposely bumps the back of his hand with yours, but doesn’t actually take your hand in his

he awkwardly rubs his nape, unsure of what to do now

your brows knit together, as you’re now aware of yujin’s weird behavior

“yujin?” you tug on his uniform sleeve. “is something wrong?”

“no! nothing’s wrong,” he quickly denies, “don’t worry about it.”

“okay... can i see your hand, though?” you request, and it successfully confuses him because why do you want to see his hand?

he obliges, giving it to you palm up when you lace your fingers with his

“i’ve noticed you trying to hold my hand since last week,” you say, giggling. “i was waiting for you to do it, but i guess you’re too shy.”

“i’m not that shy,” yujin defends, looking down at your interlocked hands... ‘this is a good feeling,’ he thinks

you nod passively. “it’s fine. it’s one of the reasons why i like you.” you swing both your hands back and forth in the space between you

yujin doesn’t try to retort, only relishing the feeling of your hand in his

skinship isn’t so bad... maybe he could get used to this.

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kxsagi · 10 days ago

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a little rant then a smol request in the end bcs i wanna let it out and i have no one to talk about it with and this is kinda my safe place (and ik you can make me better with your great writing 😚😚)

so, i had this classmate that also liked blue lock and this classmate of mine liked nagi sm. he also acted like nagi (as in like both gamers, lazy but genius and vv tall and shi)

had confessed to him exactly 2 years and 5 months ago and got rejected because he wanted to focus on himself for now and i respected that because I totally understand when things get rough in life you want to distance yourself with others

and everytime i move on from him i keep coming back. the first time was after i got rejected, moved on and it came back just right before our Christmas break because he said to me "Merry Christmas and enjoy your break" (i know I'm a simp) and the second one was after our high school graduation and it only came back when i saw him after summer because we attend the same university (and in the same class too)

it's literally so hard to move on from him, like one of his friends had a crush on me that i had spoken to but cut him off (he was a red flag, and luckily i avoided it) because i was still crushing on this guy 😭

and months later (literally just this april) i noticed he keeps talking to all of our classmates, even my own group friends but when I'm in the picture he starts to avoid me and ignore me as if I wasn't even there?

so here i am, moving on and trying to get the closure i want but can't because he keeps running away from me and i guess that's a good thing (??)

so the request was to make a better ending than my life because oml i can't with this (yes it's a nagi x reader so i can just associate him with Nagi since they're the same) during their student night (prom) where Nagi realizes he just kept running away because he didn't want to fall in love but he knew he'd be better off with reader and confessed that night and they become lovers (yay)

(ps. sorry for the long message and sudden lovestory lore drop, i couldn't talk abt this to my friends because i know if i did, they'll just question my feelings because they know it's nigh impossible for me to move on and let on my efforts go to waste 😔😔)

– 🪻

“𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫”

a/n: hey pretty! honestly, your feelings are totally okay, normal, and valid. us as girls tend to have crushes on people for a long time, and if he’s still single, then that’s okay! it’s nothing to be embarrassed about it and if he’s a green flag, if you think he’s good for you as a partner, i PRAY that you two get together someday!

him avoiding you isn’t a bad thing, don’t overthink about it + i’m always here if you wanna talk about anything as well :)

side note: where i’m from, we have high school prom in hotel ballrooms. i’m not sure if it’s like that for other schools

side note #2: i chose i was all over her by salvia path as the title because i think the song is fitting for this scenario. nagi’s known to be lonely and he definitely finds comfort in others’ presence

the music is loud, the lights are spinning, and the ballroom smells like too much cologne and cheap perfume. your heels are already starting to hurt, your mascara’s a little smudged, and your best friend ditched you for their date ten minutes ago.

and then there's nagi.

leaning against the back wall like he always does. hands in his pockets. slouched posture. tie half undone. phone in hand like he’d rather be anywhere else. you catch his eye across the room and flash him a look that says really? you promised you'd try tonight.

he shrugs. lazy as ever. but his gaze lingers longer than usual, like maybe there’s something on his mind. something heavy.

“this is kinda lame,” he says when you walk over to him, voice low and bored like always.

“you’re the one who didn’t wanna go in the first place,” you tease, nudging his arm. “but you still came.”

“’cause you asked.”

your breath catches a little. he says it so simply. like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

nagi seishiro doesn’t do effort. he doesn’t move unless it’s convenient. he doesn’t stay unless it’s worth it. but he’s here. in a suit he didn’t wanna wear. at a dance he didn’t care about. standing next to you like it’s the only place that makes sense.

“did you eat?” you ask, trying to change the subject before your heart betrays you and starts beating out of your chest.

he shakes his head.

you pull him toward the snack table. he doesn’t complain. he lets you drag him through the crowd, fingers brushing together until he just... holds your hand. casually. no warning.

your brain short circuits.

he pops a cookie in his mouth like nothing happened.

you try not to explode.

“you’re acting weird,” you mumble.

“am i?” he says, chewing.

you look at him. really look. something’s different tonight. not in his appearance, he still looks effortlessly good, like some model who wandered into a school dance, but in his eyes. they’re softer. warmer. watching you like you’re something rare and precious.

“i’ve been thinking,” he says, voice quiet.

that alone is shocking. nagi? thinking? willingly? unheard of.

“about what?”

he glances at the ceiling like the words are stuck there. “about you.”

oh.

your stomach flips.

“i always thought love sounded like a pain,” he continues. “too much work. too many feelings. not worth the effort.”

you nod slowly. “and now?”

he meets your gaze. “and now i think i’ve been running away. ‘cause maybe i didn’t wanna fall.”

you don’t say anything. you can’t. the music fades into the background. it’s just the two of you. the lazy genius who always kept things at arm’s length, now looking at you like he’s finally ready to let go of his fears.

“but then there’s you,” he murmurs. “you make everything easy. even when it’s hard. and i don’t wanna keep running.”

your breath hitches.

“so... can we be something? like, for real?” he says, cheeks slightly red. “you and me?”

you blink. once. twice. and then you smile so big it hurts.

“took you long enough.”

he lets out a soft chuckle. it’s rare. boyish. genuine.

you pull him onto the dance floor, ignoring his halfhearted grumbles. he puts his arms around your waist, lets you sway with him, lets the world blur.

and in that moment, nagi seishiro realizes love isn’t something to avoid.

not when it feels like this.

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk #bllk x reader #nagi seishiro #seishiro nagi #nagi seishiro x reader #seishiro nagi x reader #i was all over her

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snowball-doie · 8 months ago

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| pairing: Virgin!Hendery x Virgin!fem!Reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. Loss of virginity. Mentions of sex toys. Protected vaginal sex. Nervous Hendery oml he's just a lil guy trying his best~~

| wc: 5.4k

| aurora's note: happy birthday to me and my birthday twin, hendery <3 (this is my first time using chinese terms in a fic. please correct me if anything is wrong as i am not familiar with cantonese or mandarin!)

When you two first met, it was funny that you shared a birthday— Neither you nor Hendery thought you’d fall in love with someone who had the same birthday, so it was a bit silly on dates whenever it would come up in conversation, or whenever his friends would be like, “Wait, so how many gifts do we get for you guys?” after you moved in together. “If you only get us one total, you better sleep with one eye open,” Hendery told them. He didn’t fuck around about his birthday. Yeah, it was funny between the two of you, but if there wasn’t a big pile of birthday presents for the both of you every year, he’d hold it against whoever gave you or him the short end of the stick for the entire year.

You thought it was cute. Especially when it was the first year you two spent your birthday together, that felt incredibly momentous because the two of you were still shy around each other while trying to navigate what it was like being in your first ever relationship. Was it okay to hold your hand? Yes, stupid. Was it okay to kiss you? Yes… “I’m sorry if I suck, though,” you had warned him the first time. “No, no… I’m sorry if I suck…” Was it okay to brag about you at work? Of course. Our birthday is approaching, do you want to do anything special— Only if you aren’t busy with friends and family, of course! You laughed at Hendery’s tendency to trip over his own words and fumble trying to say the right thing. He wanted to be a good boyfriend. He wanted to figure out how to treat you well, how to have a healthy, long lasting relationship with someone who meant the whole world to him. And you tried to reassure him as much as you could that he was perfect the way he was, and that his efforts weren’t going unnoticed. “Let’s get dinner together somewhere nice,” you offered. Hendery nodded, cheeks red, his shyness and excitement taking over him.

Hendery found a nice restaurant to take you out to, somewhere out of the ordinary in the hopes that no one would recognize him and take photos of the two of you. The last thing he wanted was to have your first shared birthday together ruined by a dating scandal. He treated you to everything nice. He wore his favorite suit, you impressed him with a pretty dress that had him staring at your tits a second too long before you caught him and he cleared his throat while trying to play it off coolly. At the restaurant, he ordered an expensive wine, eyeing you to see if you were also impressed, which you were. You enjoyed dinner together in a quiet corner, chatting about each other’s work and your birthday wishes for the year. He wished for a world tour with his group, and to spend White Day with you the following year— It was so far away that you didn’t even have it on your radar… but Hendery looked like he’d been considering it for a long time, and it was exciting to him. You wished to get a promotion at work, and to get to meet each other’s families. Hendery chuckled at that. He seemed to be relieved that you were so committed to a relationship with him that you were already considering meeting his parents. He’d never brought a girl home before. Hell, you’d never brought a boy home before… You both talked about what each other’s parents would think of the other. By the time dessert arrived, Hendery’s hand was on your thigh, and his cheeks were tinted red from the alcohol, and that was when he decided to start sobering up in order to get you home safely.

“I’ll just go home with you—”

The waiters began singing happy birthday while placing a piece of chocolate cake decorated with two birthday candles in front of the two of you. Hendery’s grip tightened on your thigh for a brief moment before he removed it altogether. You pouted slightly at the loss of touch. After the waiters left, you and Hendery shared the chocolate cake until you were both too full to eat the last few bites that remained on the plate. He called for the check with his hand, then it immediately found its place on your thigh again, causing you to question where the shy boyfriend you knew disappeared to with his soberness.

“Ready?” he asked you after the check came and went, the balance fully paid.

You nodded.

Hendery took your hand and led you out of the restaurant, navigating his way so well through the narrow streets and alleyways of Seoul. He must’ve heard your comment earlier because instead of guiding you home, Hendery took you back to his place casually, smiling at you nervously as he opened the front door and let you in. You’d stayed over before. Usually the two of you had dates at home because going out ran the risk of getting caught, and once you were comfortable with each other, cuddling in bed throughout the night became commonplace. It never went further than that, however. There was one time you thought that maybe the two of you would finally sleep together, until he rolled off and went to hide in the bathroom for a bit. Since then, you’ve mulled over a million reasons as to why he wouldn’t fuck you that time. Obviously you both knew you were virgins. It was one of the first things to come up in conversation after admitting that neither of you had been in a relationship before— But you figured that him being an idol meant he couldn’t date, but there were plenty of people for him to fuck! Nope… Hendery had the same amount of limited experience you did.

“You want water or anything?” Hendery asked after closing the door behind you and taking off his suit jacket.

You shook your head.

“Wanna open some gifts the boys got us?”

You nodded.

Hendery eyed you for a second. “You okay?”

“Yeah… Just… thinking.”

He nodded understandingly, like he knew there was no point in prying, so he moved to the living room where the piles of gifts from his group members were sitting. He left space on the couch for you to sit next to him. The redness on his face had disappeared during the walk home, and he was acting sober again; Yet when you sat on the couch, Hendery put his hand on your thigh again so casually and without a second thought about what it was making you think… or making you need…

“Let’s see what we’ve got. Chenle’s gifts are usually good, we can start there?”

You nodded again, gulping. “Sure.”

With his free hand, Hendery handed you the gift Chenle labeled for you, then he put his own gift from Chenle on his lap. You’d met the boys a handful of times, so it wasn’t odd that they seemed comfortable enough to buy you gifts for the first birthday you spent together with Hendery— However, you imagined that Hendery made his way around to all of them to make sure they actually got you something so as to not embarrass you or piss him off. It worked, telling by the large box Chenle gift wrapped for you.

Taking Hendery’s lead, you opened the box to reveal a very nice, expensive hair care kit, meanwhile Hendery cheered over the expensive watch he got. Jesus, how much money did Chenle really have?

“Mmm… Yuta next?”

“I thought he was in Japan, when did he have time to send us gifts?”

Hendery laughed. “I have my ways.”

Yuta’s gifts were smaller, but you honestly didn’t care about the size or the price, you were just grateful to be getting anything at all, even if it were due to Hendery’s strong arming.

Your jaw dropped when you opened the gift, immediately shutting the box and trying to hide it from Hendery. But it was too late. His attention was caught. With a laugh, he begged to see what it was, but you refused shyly, keeping the box out of his reach. Hendery laughed harder and stretched over your body in an attempt to steal the box, but the further you leaned away, the more he leaned over you, until eventually he was practically on top of you. Both of you froze. Hendery cleared his throat nervously. His gaze was glued to your lips while you were staring at his eyes to figure out what he was thinking about.

“It can’t be that bad,” he croaked, keeping the topic on Yuta’s gift. “Did he get you something mean? I’ll punch him for you.”

“He’d beat you up.”

“He’s not as scary as he looks.”

“Neither are you.”

Hendery smirked slightly, then used your lowered guard as his opportunity to steal the box before sitting upright on the couch and opening the box. He paused. You also sat up and looked at him rather than the gift.

“Oh.” He scratched the back of his neck. “I wonder what he got me, then.” He chuckled.

Both of you were silent as Hendery opened his gift from Yuta, revealing a pair of fluffy handcuffs meant for sex, hidden beneath a stack of condoms and a letter that read: “Hope these are the right size. Have fun.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think he’d be a dumbass.” Hendery closed his box and set it to the side. You stared at your open gift that remained on his lap. “I’ll return them—”

“Wait.”

Yuta’s gift to Hendery had been a bit more on the nose than the gift to you. In your box was a vibrator with a note that said: “Don’t let him pussy out this time.” And you immediately regretted ever opening up to Yuta about the time you and Hendery nearly fucked— It was a moment of weakness, alright? You were confused, and frankly a bit hurt, and you knew that if you went to anyone really close to Hendery they would lie to you or tell him you were asking around about it, so… You went to someone you knew would give an honest opinion about sex and Henderyl but you never imagined that it would prompt him to send the two of you gifts that screamed, “Just fuck already!”

Was he wrong, though?

It’d been a while since the two of you started dating, and you were already talking about meeting each other’s families and spending White Day together. Was it really outrageous to expect that maybe you and Hendery could finally…

“I’ll keep it,” you told him.

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah. I’ve been meaning to buy one.”

His eyes widened. “Really?”

“Mhm.”

With a faux sense of confidence, you retrieved your gift and set it to the side so that it was out of sight, out of mind for Hendery.

“What about yours?” you egged on. He looked confused and anxious. “Are you going to keep yours?”

Hendery looked at his closed gift to his far side. “I—” He choked on air. “I don’t know. Not sure when I’d even use it…” He couldn’t bear to look at you as he said it.

“Why not now?”

That brought his attention back to you, his still wide with shock, his hand on your thigh instinctively squeezing, all a sign of him asking if you were sure of what you were saying, like you were an idiot and hadn’t been thinking about it ever since dinner. It seemed fitting, right? Both of you losing your virginities on your birthday… And Yuta was somewhat of a help in instigating what you desired since it gave you a less awkward, or at least less direct, way of telling Hendery that you were ready if he was too.

“O-Okay— Yeah— I mean, if you’re sure, yeah, that’s fine with me too—”

“Not the handcuffs, though.”

Hendery really looked like a deer lost in headlights. Adorable. “Yeah, I never expected—” He tripped over his tongue a bit, causing him to pause. “Are you sure about this, qīn'ài de? Like, absolutely sure?”

You nodded silently, unsure if you would be able to bring yourself to say it out loud due to your embarrassment and the way you couldn’t look at him when his hand started anxiously kneading your thigh. But to your surprise, Hendery lifted your head with a finger under your chin. Then he asked one more time if you were really, really, really fucking sure. When you croaked, “Yes, I’m sure,” Hendery tangled his hands with yours, causing you to whine again at the feeling of his hand abandoning your leg. You squeezed his hands for leverage while you stood up. At eye level with you, Hendery leaned in to kiss you passionately, forcing you to stumble back a step accidentally until he caught you, then began slowly navigating you towards the bedroom.

“Condoms,” you mumbled against his lips.

“Shit— Right—”

Hendery pulled away from you entirely to run back to the couch to retrieve the gift box from Yuta. He was headed back your way when he stopped. You watched as he dug through the box, grabbing only two condoms, leaving the rest and the pair of handcuffs behind before dropping the box onto the couch and returning to you. You giggled as you embraced him for another kiss.

Finally, the two of you were able to make it to the bedroom for real while giggling like a pair of immature idiots who could only laugh about the fact that you two a couple with no experience and that made the idea of having sex seem silly because if it wasn’t that, then it was nerve wracking, and neither of you wanted to think about that. At least he looked as on edge as you were. It comforted you to know that you weren’t alone in the experience or the feelings coursing through your body as Hendery laid you down on the bed gently with a hand cradling the back of your neck for support. Immediately, he tilted his head to begin attacking your neck. In the past, the two of you made out plenty, and as such you discovered that Hendery had a thing for hickies. Lots of them. Everywhere. Making them as noticeable as he could. Maybe that was why Yuta thought it was a good idea to gift such sexual items since it was clear from the get-go that Hendery was legit about keeping you and parading you around rather than just treating you like a one time or even a temporary thing.

However, what was completely new and unexpected was the way Hendery decided to grind his hips down, revealing to you how hard he was against your clothed clit. You let out an involuntary moan. Immediately, you grew embarrassed, trying to close your legs and hide away from him, but Hendery held your thighs open with his hands and he chuckled against your neck.

“Can I take this off?” he asked, hands already playing with the hem of your dress. After you nodded, Hendery leaned back slightly so that you had enough room to make space for pulling the dress up over your head. “Can I…” He stared at your chest. “I…”

It was obvious how Hendery was struggling to ask because he didn’t know where to begin with your bra, so you decided to teach him for future reference by unclasping it with ease then sliding the straps off your shoulders. Hendery looked like he was taking mental notes. Not only of how to undress you properly, but of every inch of your body that you were slowly revealing to him. When your bra fell onto the bed, Hendery’s breath shuddered as he couldn’t hold himself back from reaching out with both hands to play with them, fingers teasing your nipples, palms molding the plushness.

“I feel awkward,” you said, turning to look away from him. “You’re still dressed.”

“Oh. Right— Right, sorry, fuck, sorry.”

Hendery pulled away to start unbuttoning his dress shirt quickly before reaching down to fiddle with his belt. You looked at him again, admiring his abs, and the little bit of prickly hair on his pelvis that was growing in since the last time he shaved. When his belt was loose, Hendery unbuttoned and unzipped his dress pants, then carefully shimmied out of them while keeping his balance between your legs and on the soft texture of the mattress.

He laughed nervously while tossing his shirt to the side. “Better?”

“Much.”

As you reached up to bring him back down to you for a kiss, his hands went to your chest with an obvious stroke of courage overtaking him so that he could knead them for the first time in his life. His palms passed over his nipples, and you moaned suddenly. Hendery swallowed the noises you made with a smile, his hips grinding down again, and now that there was just your panties and his boxers between the two of you, you could feel the weight of his erection and the real size of him finally.

“Give me your hand,” you said between kisses.

Hendery surrendered his left hand to you, allowing you to take his wrist and guide him down to your pussy, letting his fingers catch on to your intentions by pushing your panties to the side. And then he stopped, unsure of what to do.

“Press your fingers here—” Following your instructions, Hendery’s fingers found your clit, making you jolt with pleasure.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No, fuck, feels so good. Rub it in circles.”

So he did, slowly, like he was testing the waters, watching to see through your reactions if he was doing it right or wrong. When you moaned his name and kissed him again, he knew that he was succeeding.

He panted into our mouth, “You’re so wet, qīn'ài de.”

“It’s your fault… Teasing me all night.”

He smirked. “What’re you talking about?” His fingers changed direction and applied more pressure.

“Your hand on my leg at dinner…” You squeezed his biceps to cope with the overwhelming pleasure. “And while opening gifts.”

“Two gifts.”

“Still distracting.”

“Like this?” He started flicking your clit faster, working you towards an orgasm. You nodded desperately.

An unexpected grip on his wrist urged Hendery to keep going, but his fingers were slipping, and he was having trouble figuring out if he needed to do something different or keep going the same, and once he lost his momentum, his uncertainty kicked in, leaving you with a fading orgasm. To avoid having him feel ashamed of the fact that he’d been so close to making you orgasm but couldn’t quite get there, you played it smooth by instigating the next step.

“I need you in me.”

Hendery was so blinded with lustful thoughts of what being inside of you would feel like that he didn’t even put the pieces together about why you were insisting all of a sudden. He leapt at the opportunity, his fingers leaving your clit so that he could take off your panties before stripping out of his boxers. Much to your own embarrassment, you stared at his cock, wondering how the Hell he would fit in you… Was he as big and scary as some of the guys in shitty online porn? No. But he was still carrying a good size that was long enough to make you think that maybe he would hit a spot somewhere beneath your belly button, and there was enough girth that you contemplated what the stretch would feel like. Hendery was preoccupied with the condoms that he didn’t notice you staring.

The first step was opening the plastic bag the condom was in, which Hendery did with ease; However, it was the second step of putting the condom on that gave him trouble, his shaky hands having a difficult time figuring out which way it was supposed to go, and how to roll it on. You fell in love with him all over again in that moment. It was a silly thing to prompt the “I love this man with my whole heart” thought, but… Seeing him struggle with it, while completely naked, his body shaking with excitement and a touch of anxiety reminded you that he was human too, and that he was just as in love with you and the idea of being with you as you were with him.

You figured it was in both of your best interests to lend him a helping hand, so you reached out to help him turn the condom the right way and put it on, but Hendery panicked.

“No, wait, wait, wait, I got it—” He fumbled with it again, his hips backing away from you. “If you touch me now, I might cum…” He blushed with embarrassment while you giggled to yourself. Both of you watched as he struggled for another few seconds to calm his shaking enough to get the opening of the condom to latch onto his tip before he rolled it down his length entirely. “Fucking asshole knew which size to get, too,” he whispered under his breath.

“Huh?”

“Nothing.”

Hendery leaned over you again, forcing you flat on your back, your head hitting the pillows. His arms bracketed your shoulders, making you feel pinned and small beneath him… The reality of the situation was becoming all too real. The two of you were naked, in his bed, ready to fuck, and he looked so fucking good— Shit.

“Just, um, tell me if I should do something differently… Okay?”

“Same,” you replied.

Hendery nodded, strands of brown hair falling in front of his eyes while he took his dick in one of his hands so that he could line himself up with your entrance.

“There… Right?”

You giggled. “Yeah.”

He looked even more embarrassed about having to make sure, but that was better than going for it and ending up in the wrong hole unexpectedly. And, besides, you thought it was cute. Slowly, Hendery began sliding inside of you without any warning, looking down at where your bodies met to make sure that he was doing it right and wasn’t fucking anything up. When you winced, however, Hendery hesitated.

“Shit, I’m sorry—”

“No, it’s okay.”

“Does it hurt?”

“A little.”

Hendery hesitated. “I’m sorry.”

You tried to comfort him and simultaneously ease your own nerves by pulling him in for a passionate kiss that he melted into almost immediately. Only his tip was inside of you, but it already stung. More than you expected. The lack of experience with toys or partners meant you couldn’t guess what it would feel like, and the stretch you were contemplating earlier was all too noticeable.

“Okay,” you whispered against his lips.

Another few inches slowly entered you. Instead of wincing like before, you moaned a euphoric sound followed by his name— His real name. He snickered. Whenever you used his real name, it was either when you were extremely pissed off, or extremely in love with him… Sometimes he had a hard time telling the difference. But the way you were clinging to him desperately, inviting him to fill you up more and more, and you were moaning for him, he knew that you were so in love with him that you couldn’t think straight.

Once he was finally settling inside of you as far as he could go, both of you froze, waiting for the other to say or do something. Honestly, you would’ve preferred if Hendery just did it because you didn’t want to psych yourself out, but… He didn’t seem confident enough to make decisions on your behalf.

“You can move,” you told him confidently.

Hendery cautiously obeyed by pulling out about two inches before thrusting forward again. He continued soft, shallow movements for a little bit to not only help you stretch around him, but also to keep him from cumming too fast.

“Is this okay?”

For a moment, you debated giving him the truthful answer or not… But you promised each other that you’d be honest and speak up if something needed to change. After his fumble getting you to an orgasm, you felt like it was about time to say something.

“You can pull out more, and go faster. I won’t break, I promise.”

That was the greenlight he needed to start fucking you in a way that felt more proper, which mirrored what he’d seen in porn and dreamt about every time he thought about what his first time with you would be like. His cock slowly dragged along your velvety walls as he pulled out until his tip was caught on your entrance, then all of a sudden, he thrusted all the way back into you. You dug your fingers into his back. Hendery grunted, moving to hide his face in the crook of your neck while his hips increased speed and roughness with every other thrust. His pathetic grunts mixed with your desperate moans were more lewd than you could’ve imagined. Your body was sensitive to his every touch. Roaming hands, his pelvis hitting your clit, his stomach touching yours, and his cock pumping out of you— That was the best part. It hurt at first, yes, but the longer you endured it, the more pleasurable it became. At one point you wondered if you’d be able to cum just by having him fuck you… One day, perhaps.

“I’m t-t-trying, qīn'ài de, I’m sorry.”

You tugged on his hair to keep him close as you whispered, “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.”

And that was enough to send Hendery over the edge, his whole weight collapsing on top of you as he groaned and finally came. At least you were pretty sure that was what happened. The way his length twitched inside of you and the condom shifted made you think that he was cumming… And his exhausted, hooded eyes seemed to indicate the same… You ran your fingers through his hair gently to comfort him while he came down from his high, his breath slowly returning to a normal pace. The whole thing seemed to be over in the blink of an eye. From the moment he pushed into you to his climax dwindling to an end, it was all said and done, and you felt a bit of whiplash in the moment.

“S-sorry…”

You laughed. “Why?”

“I couldn’t…” He hid his face in the crook of your neck to keep you from seeing his embarrassment. “I couldn’t make you cum.”

You laughed some more. “It’s okay. It was still fun.”

Slowly, Hendery pulled out of you, his gaze turned down to check on the condom before he slowly slid it off and carefully tied it off to keep it from spilling. And then he perked up with a sudden thought.

“Wait here.”

You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch as Hendery scrambled off the bed, tossed the condom in the trash, then on wobbly legs he ran out into the living room. You smiled to yourself. How the fuck he still had all that energy after fucking you was a mystery. What shocked you, though, was when he returned, it was with your newly gifted sex toy in hand, his brows furrowed with confusion.

“Is this thing charged? Does it need batteries? How the fuck does it work?”

“Batteries, baby,” you told him.

Hendery hurried over to his gaming desk and took his Xbox controller out to steal the batteries from inside to use in the toy instead. Of course that would be his solution instead of just getting new batteries like a normal person would…

“Why’s this so difficult?” he complained under his breath while struggling to put the batteries in the right way. “Fuck me.” Finally, he got the batteries in. With his knees to support him on the mattress while his hands were busy, Hendery found his place between your thighs again, admiring your slick that drenched the bed and your inner thighs. He gulped. “You’re so fucking pretty, qīn'ài de.” He dared to take a taste for himself. With his tongue spread flat, he licked a long, slow stripe up from your core to your clit, and he chuckled when your back arched off the bed and you tangled your fingers in his hair again. “Taste so good… Fuck…” He bit his lip. Somehow he was already getting hard again, but he tried his best to ignore it in favor of pleasing you. “Let’s see if this thing is worth keeping, yeah?”

You nodded shyly. “Okay…”

Hendery turned the vibrator on and fidgeted with the settings for a moment before he aimed the head of the bulb against your swollen clit. The second it made contact with you, you jolted, hands clinging to the sweaty sheets beneath you. He focused solely on your pussy, trying to figure out the best way to settle the toy on the hood of your clit instead of directly on it, then he discovered moving it around to your wet entrance and back up got a good reaction out of you too. If he left it still for too long, you whined and squirmed. So Hendery made sure to roll it around your clit in various directions and patterns, and before you knew it, one of his fingers was teasing your entrance then slowly pushing into you. Hendery seemed pleased with himself when you moaned his name.

“How do I…” he drifted off when he got too embarrassed to finish his question.

Your reached down with a shaky hand to grab his wrist and slowly began teaching him how to thrust his fingers in and out of you. “C-curl them, too… When you’re all the way in— Fuck, just like that, baby—“

He bit his lip in concentration as his fingers continued to curl when he was in you, then he’d relax so that he could pull out before pushing back in and continuing to search for your g-spot. It took a few tries. By the time he hit it, you were already close, your orgasm sneaking up on you thanks to the vibrator he was rolling over your sensitive nub.

“Don’t stop,” you begged him with a croak, grasping his hand tighter. Hendey’s arm muscles strained under your grasp while maintaining his pace. “I’m cumming!”

Your back arched off the bed, your walls tightened around his fingers, and your clit pulsed against the vibrator he refused to weaken his hold on. His fingers bullied your g-spot to help you ride out your orgasm. Hendery watched you go from moaning pleasantly to squirming under him while whining that it was too much, that you were too sensitive; His cruelty was wavered by your panting.

“That was better. Right?” He turned off the toy and removed his fingers from you.

You nodded, breathless. “Much.��

“You got so tight when you came… Fuck…”

“Imagine what’ll feel like when you’re fucking me.”

Hendery’s eyes glossed over his lust again, his cock jumping with excitement as he leaned in to kiss you. “I love you so fucking much, qīn'ài de.”

“I love you more.”

Birthday sex became an event in and of itself. After that first year, Hendery couldn’t shake the thought of sharing his birthday with you every year for the rest of his life, and as such, he wanted to try new and different things each time. The handcuffs happened in year two— Yuta seemed pleased with himself. He patted Hendery on the back and took credit for helping him lose his virginity to you. Year three had you on your hands and knees, ass up in the air, clawing at the sheets, begging for him to cum inside of you. By year four, Hendery couldn’t stop staring at the engagement ring on your finger while you jerked him off in the living room while your favorite movie played in the background. Some of the boys liked to joke that they didn’t have to get you guys gifts anymore since the “sex fiends” that you were decided date night and birthday sex was enough gifts between the two of you; However, Hendery’s threats still held true when he told all his friends that they still owed you gifts at the very least. Nine months after year six, the two of you celebrated a different birthday, which became Hendery’s favorite thing to celebrate aside from your own shared birthday in September.

#op #hendery #wayv #fanfic #hendery smut #hendery fanfic #wayv fanfic #wayv smut #nct #nct smut #nct fanfic

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tmntxthings · 8 months ago

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(First of saw your recent ask with the anon and I hope you’re feeling a bit better since answering that! Please don’t rush to answer this or your other requests and i hope you feel better soon!)

I AM CHEWING ON YOUR DONNIE X READER WORKS OML BRO WHAT ARE YOU FEEDING YOUR INNER WRITER YOUR WORK IS ✨DIVINE✨ 😔👌

I cant resist making a request but you know Donnie flies/hovers with his battle shell in some episodes right to get around?? So what if Donnie having an s/o who is fascinated by the idea of flying, so one day, after much pestering Donnie gives in and decides to fly them around New York for a bit. BUT only if he is there with them, cuz Donnie is not about to have a stress induced heart

attack if they loose balance.

Donnie himself doesn’t really understand the fascination with flying cuz….well nothing is especially different, it’s just the city but from high up. But then mid sentence he looks to his partner and stares in silent awe at the fascination twinkling in their eyes as they admire the view??

I’m sorry I’m such a goddam sucker for this sort of stuff

一∑ Nights Like These 。・゜・

author’s notes: you paint a pretty picture anon, I could see it all play out thru my head! hope you enjoy <3

warnings: fluff, unedited

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“Y’know what would be cool?”

Donatello blinked, his stare deadpanned. He was over this. You had asked so many times already. And each time, he had given you his answer. A resounding no. So he continued to tap at his phone while you sidled up next to him on the couch.

“Donnieeeeeee!”

A drawn eyebrow twitched. He wasn’t going to deign that with a response. You were being trivial at this point.

“Please!”

He let out a long sigh. Clicking his phone shut as dark irises finally turned in your direction. By this point it was clear you were never going to let it go. The word no, didn’t exist in your vocabulary. At least not when it came to the possibility of flying.

With his attention now on you, a speech was suddenly underway.

“I’ll do everything you say! Take a whole Donnie-training-course on how to fly a jetpack!! Just let me try! Please! Pretty please!”

You sure did know how to beg. Maybe it was unfair of him. But he didn’t like the idea of you in the air at all. You weren’t exactly known for coordination. You sucked at driving video games. How would you be able to command a jetpack that could go from zero to a hundred in seconds flat?

It was dangerous.

You could get injured or worse! There were so many terrible scenarios that ran through Donnie’s mind, he almost went back on his phone. But your hands latched onto his arm, pulling his thoughts back to the here and now.

“Nothing bad will happen! You’ll be right there beside me!!”

It was weird how you knew exactly what to say. Exactly how to sway him. Maybe his face was an open book, or maybe you just knew how to read him too well. This time his sigh was one of defeat.

You cheered.

After many, many lessons Donnie finally felt it was safe enough for you to put the jetpack on.

By this point you knew what all of the buttons did. All sorts of emergency protocols. And you may even be considered a certified pilot depending on the country.

Rigorous couldn’t even begin to describe what regiment Donnie had put you through. But it all paid off in the end. Because now you were strapped in.

“Alright, looks like it fits. How does it feel? I designed this one according to your specs.”

Donnie was circling around you. A hand underneath his chin as he looked for a reason to call the whole thing off. But you were on the moon.

“It’s perfect! Oh my gosh, I can’t believe it. Finally!! We get to fly together!!”

How could he shatter that bright smile of yours now? He’d put this off long enough. So he nodded, and led the charge out of the lair.

“Remember, if you feel out of control—“

You cut him off before he could finish.

“Don, I know! Stop and hover. Can I power on now?”

“No not yet we have to go through all of… Y/N!”

There was no patience left within you as Donnie kept talking so you just took off mid-sentence. He hollered after you. He took chase, his own jetpack roaring to life.

You were going way too fast. Donnie couldn’t tell if you were even under control! Just above the rooftops you flew by. Weaving past units and it became clear that you did know how to fly. His anxiety lessened but he still kept tailing you. Just in case.

At one point you slowed down enough for Donnie to be flying right by your side. Your smile dazzled him as you glanced over. Eyes twinkling in awe as you pointed out the bridge where Donnie and his brothers did the pizza box stacking competition.

“Race you there!”

You shouted and not a second later you were going max speed.

Now you may be a natural but Donnie had been flying far longer than you. The only advantage you did have was a slight head start. The wind picked up as the two of you flew higher. The finish line apparently being the highest point on the bridge.

Donnie won. He knew the best path to take after all from a projected route via his goggles. He watched as you made it to him. Slowing down and then circling him in the air while you laughed out in joy.

“This is amazing!!”

You exclaimed as you landed in front of him. It was high up, the wind whipping past the both of you. But the cold didn’t seem to affect your spirits at all. Your arms were raised in the air, back turned to him, whooping out for all of New York to hear. None of them would, not even the passengers in their zooming cars below. But Donnie could.

His heart did a strange thump beneath his plastron. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He felt a little breathless.

“Thank you! I- just, thank you for this! I never thought in my lifetime I’d be able to do something so… so..!”

The words were slipping from you as you had faced Donnie to express your gratitude. This was something that only happened in movies. That only happened in dreams! Your hands came up and moved in an expression that tried to convey how big this all felt to you. These emotions!

“We can do it again. However many times you like.”

Donnie replied after a moment.

You didn’t let the shock pass your features. You had wondered if he would let you fly again. So you had tried to get it all out of your system. Not knowing if the first would be your last. You smiled brightly for him.

“My worries seem to have been for nothing. You’re a natural at flying.”

A compliment. You could only smile brighter.

“Well, I don’t know about all that,”

And his mouth opened to argue. Not liking how you were putting yourself down. But before he could you continued.

“I had a great teacher!”

You mused at how his mouth snapped shut. His eyes darting away, a hand coming up to rub the back of his bandana.

“Really. He was the best! He’s too smart!”

He had to turn away as the compliments kept coming. Had the wind stopped? It was suddenly a bit warm up here. You had the nerve to giggle at his shyness before you powered up your jetpack again.

He turned immediately back to you, expecting you to take off again. But this time you hovered. Offering your hand to Donnie. He couldn’t help but take in the view. The night sky your backdrop, few stars even more satellites. But it was as if you were glowing before him.

His own hand reached out, fingers brushing against your palm, before taking a firm grip.

He held your hand.

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markkiatocafe · 8 days ago

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hihihi can i request “coming home” prompt with johnny pretty please 🥹🥹 i love your writing sm!! 🩷🩷

coming home

a short story with johnny of nct 127

𐀪 warnings: mentions of food & drinks multiple times (pie, steak, & reader has an unnamed drink), weirdly existential little child (😭), johnny kisses under your ear kinda, i def overused commas in this but oh well </3

𐀪 synop: johnny’s family can be a little… much, but you still think you’ll fit right in.

𐀪 pairing: she/her!reader x nonidol!johnny

𐀪 w.c: 865

𐀪 a/n hihiii!!!!! oml thank you so much!!! that means sm to me i’m so glad you like it ☺️ i hope you enjoy this one :33 it’s a bit longer than my usual works so i hope it’s still good!! also what do we think abt the frogs in the header……i couldn’t find any good pngs so 💔

after being with johnny for almost 9 months now, you were bound to meet his family. well, the time had come. there was a family dinner happening, and johnny insisted you come, so here you were.

you took a step into his parents’ house, carrying a pie you baked a few days beforehand in your arms, johnny holding the door open for you. his mom was the first person you saw, standing in the kitchen that was right across the front door, her eyes lighting up when they met yours. there was already quite a few people there, chattering flowing throughout the house. his mom specifically ran up to you, seeing you needed a little bit of help and decided to take the most motherly route possible, taking it for you.

“oh, welcome in, dear! lemme take this for you… make yourself at home!” she yelled the last part as she carried the pie to the kitchen.

you nodded, taking a few more steps in, looking around and really taking in the place. it was everything johnny described, a childhood family home to a t. the warm lighting, the slight smell of nostalgia, it had it all.

“wow…” you exclaimed, johnny coming up behind you and throwing his arm around your waist, sporting his iconic grin. “this is where it all started, my true home, if you will.” he said, his voice a bit more soft and thoughtful than usual.

just then, a little kid appeared in front of you. he looked about 5, just staring a hole in you. at first, you jumped back a bit, but then you let out a soft laugh, tilting your head. “um… hi?” your voice tilted up like a question. the kid didn’t respond, just looking over at johnny and narrowing his eyes.

“you got a girlfriend?” the kid asked, crossing his arms and huffing, almost as if he was annoyed.

johnny’s fingers curled around your waist, touch light but silently asking you to “come with him” sorta vibe. you obliged, walking over to the living room, where you both sat down on the couch. “what was that all about?” you asked, letting out a chuckle.

“my little cousin. he’s young, like, 4? he’s kinda… odd. if you answer a question from him, he’ll never stop asking more until you answer how the universe was made.”

so, yeah. that was your first introduction to the suh family. the little kid was a bit weird, but his mom seemed like a very sweet lady, especially with how he talked about her even prior to you meeting her. you just hoped dinner would go smoothly, too.

a little while later, after everyone had arrived with their foods, you were all sitting at the dinner table, johnny on your left, his aunt on your right, and his mom across from you. you were munching on a piece of the steak his mom made when his aunt spoke up, looking over at you. “so, how long have you two been together again?” she asked, her eyes flitting between you and johnny.

“9 months,” you spoke up, still chewing, causing a laugh from johnny, swallowing before retrying. “sorry, we’ve been together 9 months.”

his aunt raised her eyebrows, humming and nodding. “so, has he been treating you well? he hasn’t said anything too stupid yet, right?” she asked, her voice lighthearted but curious. it was a little confusing to you, shouldn’t families usually be worried about how they’re is treated, not you? either way, you answered, nodding.

“very. i mean, he hasn’t said anything stupid. he’s treated me really well. he’s very sweet, and i can tell that comes from you guys.” you complimented sweetly.

his mom spoke up from the other side of the table, “good. if he didn’t treat you well, i would have to get on him. you seem like a very sweet girl, i wouldn’t be standing for that.” she stated, a smile on her face. you let out a soft giggle. you couldn’t help it, i mean, being defended over him by his own family was funny but nice. johnny, meanwhile, threw an arm over your shoulders.

“i treat her like the royalty she is.” he remarked, leaning over and pressing a kiss below your ear, resulting in a pink to creep up your cheeks that you had to ignore for now. for the sake of your dignity, at least.

“does he cook for you?” his dad spoke up, an eyebrow raised. you nodded, picking up your drink and taking a sip before responding. “mhm, he cooks me soup a lot.”

his mom smirked, looking over at his dad and nudging him in the side with his elbow. “i told you! i knew our son had my culinary skills,” she said, to which his father groaned, rolling his eyes playfully and taking a bite of his food. “i think he got ‘em from me,” his dad retorted, earning a laugh from multiple people at the table, and a few “you wish!”’s.

overall, johnny’s family was fun. that cousin was a bit off putting, but other than that, fun. it already felt like a second family to your own, of sorts.

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jinx-xxed · 4 months ago

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hey love, I found your acc really randomly and I’m in love with your writings oml. If you feel comfortable with it, I want to request a commandmentleader!meliodas x goddess!Reader from 3000 years ago ( female or not idk) so reader basically is Elisabeth but with for example her actively fighting or something like that. ( I’m sorry if it’s not really detailed, englisch is not my first language.) 🤍

Heart of Battle

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A/N; Hello hello, thank you so much for the request!! I’m so sorry it’s taken me this long to get around to it omg 😭😭 I’m very glad you like my work and I hope you enjoy this one!! Also sorry if any plot points are wonky, it’s been a while since I’ve had a refresher 🫠

Summary; Taking matters into your own hands sometimes isn’t the best idea.

Content; Goddess reader, Stigma era Meliodas, first Holy War, angst to soft fluff, battle, blood and injury, protective Meliodas, you disobeying orders, fighting demons, Meliodas saves you, he cleans you up afterwards

Wc; 1.9k

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“Where is she?”

The flaps of the commanders tent open to reveal Meliodas, his brows scrunched with confusion as he peers around the space, clearly looking for someone. His great sword is still strapped to his back, fresh from a recent battle he won to the surprise of nobody. The three generals inside the tent—two humans and a fairy—are gathered around a map scattered with different little pieces to represent their armies and the ones of their enemies. They’re spread out in such a way that it’s hard to tell if one or the other has the upper hand.

“Who, sir?” One of the human generals asks.

The other smacks his breastplate, a knowing smirk on his face. “The goddess, obviously.”

Meliodas nods. “I’ve looked all over camp but I don’t see her. Do you know where she is?”

The fairy hums. “I think last I heard she was heading to some place in the west. Around here?” He floats down towards the map and puts his finger on a little village. One that’s completely surrounded by dark purple figures.

Meliodas feels something in his chest sink as he looks at that map. The area the fairy pointed to had been blocked off by Stigma troops because it became so overrun with demons that nobody was able to get in—it was too dangerous. He remembers how upset you’d been when the order to not go near the west had been announced earlier that day.

“There are still people there! People who need our help. I can do it, I can save them.” You had protested.

You’d been shot down instantly. Everyone told you it wasn’t worth the risk and that you’d die if you tried, including him. He’d made you promise you wouldn’t attempt anything before he left on a recon mission. You looked him in the eyes and told him what he wanted to hear; he should’ve known better than to trust your word. You’ve always been too kind, too willing to put others before yourself, and now you’ve done it again. Perhaps for the last time.

Fear surges up inside of Meliodas so fast he feels dizzy. He curses loudly before turning on his heel and running out of the tent. As soon as he’s outside, his wings of darkness are unfolding behind him and he’s blasting into the sky. He feels the worried gazes of comrades down below, wondering what sent him into such a frenzy, but he’s gone so quickly that no one can linger on it.

He’s never doubted your abilities, he knows how strong you are. But he also knows when and where to pick battles and he knows that this is far too much for you. The closer he gets, the more he can feel you, his second half. He can feel how much you’re struggling, how quickly your strength is diminishing. It makes him use his power to boost him forward, the wind blasting against his body.

He just hopes he’s not too late.

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Blood is sticky on your skin.

You have no idea what’s yours and what’s the demons’ anymore.

Massive, hulking bodies lay strewn all around you and yet when one goes down, it seems there’s two more to replace it. You don’t know how long you’ve been fighting for, your mind instead focused solely on the survivors that huddle in the safety of a small ditch behind you. There’s only four of them—a man, a woman, and two children. None of them are related but they’re the only ones who managed to survive the massacre that happened throughout the area.

You wish you could’ve gotten here sooner, that you could’ve done more. You wish Stigma would’ve been more generous with their troops instead of giving up immediately, deeming this spot unworthy of their help. You also wish you were stronger so that the endless onslaught of demons wasn’t so daunting and you weren’t on the brink of collapse.

You can’t even escape anymore, your wings long since cut and torn, blood turning the white feathers red. Your only choice now is to stay and fight until whatever bitter end is going to meet you and hope the demons will be too focused on your corpse to notice the survivors.

You explode a demon in a flash of golden light, sweeping an arc of power through another. Their roars are deafening against your ears, their steps thundering against the ground beneath you and making your already shaky stance even shakier.

You know you should’ve listened, everybody told you the risks weren’t worth it. But leaving innocent people to die at the hands of the demons without even trying to save them didn’t sit right with you. You’d only told a few when you left, word no doubt spreading quickly across the camp. You were gone by the time anyone could stop you, heading out entirely on your own on what many would call a suicide mission. Even Meliodas had told you to stay put earlier, giving you that stern look of his as he did.

You have no doubt that he’s angry at you and you wonder if he’s back from his own mission yet. If he’s learned of your fate.

You’re torn from your thoughts when one misstep puts you in the hands of a gray demon. You let out a choked yell as the thing roughly grabs you by your wings, bunching them together and crushing them further. You wriggle and squirm as you’re lifted higher and higher, your chest heaving with the effort and pain. You try so desperately to ignite your powers but all you get is a few golden sparks at your fingertips. You’ve used everything you have.

Tears mix with the blood and soot on your face, blurring your vision so you can barely even see the thing about to deliver your death. It stares at you curiously, its teeth clicking together at the prospect of a tasty meal. Some of the demons around it grumble and whine, wanting some for themselves. It’s like being dangled above a pit of hungry lions, all ready to tear you apart.

Just as the gray demon’s mouth opens, its attention shifts to something in the sky. There’s a surge of dark power so strong you can feel it in your core, the hair along your arms rising. Then, in the blink of an eye, the demon that holds you is split in half. It lets out a guttural, pitiful moan as it begins to fall, its clawed hand releasing you at last. You barely even register the fact that you’re falling, your consciousness hardly holding on from the pain drumming throughout your body. You just manage to see all the other demons around you suffer the same fate—a clean slash through their middles that sizzle afterwards with black fire.

You prepare for the ground to meet you, to obliterate the rest of your bones, but you fall into familiar, strong arms instead. You manage to blink through your tears and look up to see Meliodas, his green eyes full of concern while he takes in your sorry state. “Just in time, huh?” He says gently, a sort of sad expression on his face. You know how much he hates seeing you hurt, and how much he hates the fact you did this without him. He sighs. “We need to get out of here before the demons regroup.”

“Wait- the survivors-“ you choke out, no longer having the strength to do anything else.

Meliodas turns to look at the four peeking their heads out of the ditch who found safety in the fact that the roars of the demons have finally gone quiet. They seem wary of him when he walks up to them and he finds he has little patience when you’re actively dying in his arms. He bluntly tells them of a safe path to the east, one that will lead them to a camp that’s full of soldiers and other survivors. Once he at least makes sure they’re heading the right way, he jumps into the sky and begins his flight back to the Stigma base.

Meliodas holds you tightly while being careful of your multitude of injuries. His warmth is a welcome comfort, one that allows you to relax just the slightest bit.

As soon as he lands back in the Fairy Kings Forest, he’s demanding a healer and buckets of water. When people see your sorry state, they’re quick to listen. You’re brought to a quiet, secluded area lush with soft flower beds and shade provided by the trees, away from the hustle and bustle of the rest of the camp. Meliodas lays you down gently, your head propped up on his legs while a fellow goddess kneels down beside you. A soft golden glow emanates from her hands, spreading warmth throughout your body as her powers slowly but surely heal you.

Your breathing becomes easier, the massive gashes along your limbs steadily close. Meliodas tries to wipe off as much of the blood and grime as he can in the meantime, using gentle movements with a warm rag as you lay there. It’s all very peaceful, a needed respite after the hell you’d gone through.

You’re not sure how much time passes before the goddess is finished. You only notice when the hum of her powers disappears. “There, she should be fully healed. She’ll just need plenty of rest and nutrients in order to make a full recovery.”

“I’ll make sure it gets done. Thank you.” Meliodas replies with a nod. The goddess gives a small bow before taking her leave.

There’s an uneasy silence that stretches between the two of you, heavy with the words waiting to be said. You keep your eyes closed as if that will make it go away. You’re more than content with lying there in the flowers and forgetting how much of a failure you were today. But that’s not an option, of course.

“I told you not to go there.” Meliodas begins, his voice uneasy with his emotions. “Everyone knew it was too dangerous. Including you.”

You huff a breath through your nose, finally opening your eyes to meet his. “Mel… you know I couldn’t just leave it. We need to try and help everyone we can during this war or else there won’t be anything left.”

“That territory is basically like a dead zone because of how overrun it is. You were insane to go there alone for only four people.” He insists.

“Yes but that’s four people who will get to live another day, who may make the decision to join the cause and help us.” You retort. You take his calloused hand into yours, his thumb instantly rubbing along the back of your hand soothingly. “I know it was reckless of me and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have worried everyone- worried you like that.”

He looks at you for a moment, tracing your features with his eyes. He sighs in defeat and you smile, knowing you’ve won. He leans down to kiss you, the messy blond strands of his hair tickling your face. The kiss is quick and sweet, simply a confirmation that you’re still here. He straightens himself and holds your cheeks lovingly in his hands. His head tilts. “Promise me next time you decide to do something so stupid you’ll bring me along?”

You laugh, taking one of his hands and bringing his knuckles to your lips. “I promise.”

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moonchildxoxx · 1 month ago

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Hii Blue!

Hello, could i get a neteyam x human fem reader one? Neteyam and reader were together for a short amount of time and they didn't have time to cuddle or stay together. One day Neteyam comes at the lab to meet with reader and forgets how small she really is. She's a rly short girl, maybe 4'11 (148 cm) so she smaller than all the humans from the lab. He takes advantage of it and corners her to the wall knwoing she can't escape or manhandles her like a doll. OML I WANT A NETEYAM IN MY LIFE SO BAD

Title: Doll-Sized, Apparently

Rating: 18+ / Mature

Aged-Up Character: Neteyam is aged up (18+) for the purposes of this story. ( don’t like don’t read)

Pairing: Neteyam x Human!Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~1,400

Genre: Flirty fluff, suggestive tension, post-canon

Synopsis: After weeks apart, Neteyam returns from a long patrol to find you buried in lab work, too distracted to notice the world—or how much you’ve missed him. What begins as a surprise visit quickly turns into a tender, charged reunion filled with playful teasing, unspoken longing, and the deep comfort of someone who knows you too well.

A/N: Thank you so much for your patience—I’m so sorry this took longer than planned! Life got in the way, but I never forgot this request. Once I sat down, Neteyam and the reader just clicked, and the story flowed into something softer and more intimate than I expected. I hope it was worth the wait and that it brings a little warmth to your day. Thank you for the inspiration and for sticking with me!

The lab was quiet, humming with the low thrum of machines and the faint antiseptic tang that never entirely faded. You sat hunched over a flickering monitor, wires tangled like ivy across your lap, muttering frustrated threats under your breath like it might scare the screen into working. A half-eaten ration bar sat beside you, forgotten. Your fingers were smudged with dust and grease, your eyes were strained from too many hours squinting at code.

It was peaceful, in that sterile, chaotic kind of way.

You didn’t hear him at first.

Not the soft hiss of the airlock sealing behind him or the muffled thump of heavy, bare feet padding over the smooth floor. Not even the shift in the air—warmer now, the kind of warmth that came with living things and open jungle, with wildness and calm wrapped into one impossible person.

“Still wrestling machines instead of asking for help?”

His voice was low and amused—like velvet and smoke. You jumped hard, elbow cracking into the metal shelf behind you.

“Shit—Neteyam!”

He laughed, that rich, deep sound that always seemed to bloom in your chest before your brain even registered it. He ducked beneath the lab’s upper beam, his frame nearly too big for the cramped space, tail curling in lazy spirals behind him, unbothered by the tight quarters.

And stars, you stared.

He was all azule skin and lean muscle, braids still damp from the forest mist, a few fallen leaves clinging to him like they didn’t want to let go. A smear of green streaked his bicep—sap, maybe, or war paint, faded from patrol. But it was his eyes—warm, gleaming amber—that made you forget how to breathe. The way they softened the second they found yours.

“You came just to scare the crap out of me?” you managed, cradling your elbow with a wince.

“Let me see,” he murmured, already crossing the room.

You didn’t even get a chance to argue. He reached for your arm, huge hand wrapping around your forearm with ridiculous gentleness. His fingers easily spanned your wrist, his touch warm, almost reverent.

“I’m fine,” you said, though your voice wasn’t as steady as you wanted it to be.

“You’re reckless,” he said with a teasing hum. “Tiny things should take better care of themselves.”

You shot him a look. “I’m not that small.”

Neteyam tilted his head, smirking. “You’re smaller than Spider. And Spider is… a stick with limbs.”

“I prefer fun-sized,” you huffed, narrowing your eyes.

He leaned down slowly, deliberately, nose brushing yours. “You’re doll-sized,” he murmured, and before you could fire back—

He moved.

One arm slid behind your back, the other under your thighs, and suddenly you were off the ground, yelping in surprise as he swept you up like you weighed absolutely nothing.

“Neteyam!” you squeaked, boots kicking helplessly.

His chest rumbled with laughter. He carried you easily, pressing you back against the wall with a soft thud, holding you just high enough that your nose was level with his collarbone.

“You really have no concept of personal space,” you muttered, breath catching as his body pressed into yours—firm and solid and way, way too warm.

“Tell me to put you down,” he said, voice low.

You didn’t. Couldn’t. Your fingers had curled into his shoulder on instinct, your heart a traitorous rhythm beneath your ribs.

He lowered his head, nuzzling lightly at your cheek. “You smell like lab and sugarfruit—sweet and a little wild,” he said, voice husky. “I missed that.”

You tried—tried—to glare. “You’re insane.”

“Maybe,” he murmured, his forehead dropping to rest against yours. “But I missed you.”

The soft confession stole your breath more than anything else had.

“…You did?”

He nodded slightly, lips brushing your temple. “More than I should’ve. But I was afraid if I came back too soon…I wouldn’t want to leave again.”

Silence bloomed between you, thick with everything you hadn’t said the last time he left. The last mission. The last too-long goodbye.

Your fingers were already curling into the chest beads that hung between you, grounding yourself in the reality that he was here—warm and solid and so stupidly beautiful. You hated how much you’d missed him. How badly you’d counted the days.

“I kept thinking about your hands,” he whispered, shifting his grip so that your fingers were cradled between his. His thumb stroked your knuckles, featherlight. “How small they are. How they feel on me.”

Your heart kicked like it wanted to answer him. You hated how easily he did that—melted you with nothing more than words and touch.

“…You’re not playing fair,” you whispered.

“I’m not trying to.” His lips brushed your cheek, then the corner of your mouth—barely a kiss, but the promise of one. “I want you to remember what it feels like when I’m close. I want you to miss me.”

“You don’t need to remind me.” Your voice was barely there. “I haven’t stopped.”

His expression softened. He leaned in, brushing his nose against yours. “Neither have I.”

And then, finally, he lowered you. Slowly. Like he hated giving you back to gravity.

Your boots hit the floor again, but he didn’t move away. You were still caged in by the lines of his arms, his chest, his tail curled behind you like punctuation.

“I forgot how small this place is,” he murmured, glancing around the lab. “How do you breathe in here all day?”

You shrugged. “I like it. It’s quiet. Controlled.” You hesitated, then added, “It’s easier not to miss things when there’s too much to fix.”

Something in his eyes flickered, like he understood. Because he did.

He pulled a satchel from his shoulder like it had just occurred to him. “I brought fruit,” he said, nonchalantly. “The weird kind. Sticky. The one that stains your mouth purple.”

You blinked at him, momentarily thrown. “You brought me snacks?”

“You skip meals when you’re distracted,” he said simply. “And you’re always distracted.”

Your heart squeezed tight, the same way it always did when he saw right through you. He pulled the fruit from the satchel and offered it, the skin glossy and deep violet, still cool from the shade of the forest.

You took it with both hands, fingers brushing his. “You walked all the way here just to make sure I eat?”

He tilted his head. “I came to see you,” he said, matter-of-fact. “The fruit is a bonus.”

You bit into it, juice slipping down your chin, sticky-sweet and tangy. Neteyam watched you with an infuriatingly pleased look on his face.

“You’re so annoying,” you whispered, smiling despite yourself.

He leaned down, brushing his lips against your brow, softer than a breath. “But you like me.”

“I do,” you admitted, voice barely a murmur.

“Good.” He laced his fingers with yours, holding your hand like it was precious. “Come with me. No missions. No patrols. Just us, this time.”

Your smile bloomed slow and sure. “Took you long enough.”

He squeezed your hand. “I’m not going anywhere, yawne.”

And for the first time in weeks, you let yourself believe it.

But you didn’t move right away. You just stood there, wrapped in the hush of the lab and the gravity of his gaze. You looked up at him—this impossibly tall, impossibly careful person who could carry you like a feather and still ask for your hand like it was sacred.

Your thumb brushed over his palm. “You really mean it? Just us?”

He nodded. “I’ve already told Lo’ak. He’s covering my watch. Mom knows. Kiri helped me pick the fruit.” His smile turned sheepish. “She said I was being dramatic.”

“You are dramatic.”

“Maybe. But I want time with you. Not stolen hours. Not quick visits. Time.”

You didn’t realize your eyes had stung until he leaned down again, catching a tear at the corner with his thumb.

“I’m here now,” he whispered.

You nodded, pressing your cheek to his chest. The soft tap of his heartbeat echoed through you, steady and grounding.

“Okay,” you whispered. “Okay. Let’s go.”

His arm wrapped around you again, careful, cradling. Not to carry this time—but to hold.

And this time, you let him.

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