#sorry maybe he has a naturally flirty face

[inutaffy]

i can see the chemistry already . damn guys😭

[nereidprinc3ss]

early seasons spencer and bau reader undercover at a club and it’s just like. he is so flustered but also weirdly confident and do with this what you will

in which spencer reid and BAU fem!reader have to pose as a couple at a club. she's more than a little flirty. the conversation actually gets quite suggestive. he's cute when he gets flustered.

warnings/tags: discussions of sex, reader wears a tight dress and makeup and heels, discussions of blushing but r's skin color is not implied to be light, i just needed a reason to talk about sex flush LOL, if u don't visibly blush this will still read fine

a/n: I LOVE EARLY SEASONS SPENCER X FLIRTY READER OH MY GODDD thank you for this request angel from heaven I hope you all like this as much as I do teehee

The bass buzzes through the floor and vibrates your teeth. House music has never really been your thing. Neither have tight dresses and high heels while on the job—but you’re willing to objectify yourself just a little if it will lure yet another loser who likes to chop up young couples into the awaiting arms of the American correctional system. 

Or to the wrong end of Emily's Glock. Whatever comes first.  

You scan the club—it’s not your usual scene, and you can only imagine how Dr. Reid is faring. As far as you can tell this is essentially his nightmare. It’s sensory overload central even for you. 

Your eyes catch on him at the bar, tucked away from the writhing crowd. He’s standing near the end, one arm resting on the surface while the other hand is jammed in his pocket. He seems completely unaware of the several women circling closer and closer. The whole earnest and dorky but still handsome thing seems to work well for him. Or, it would, if he had any interest in utilizing it. He’s dressed a little sharper than usual—no doubt styled by Morgan and Prentiss. Hell, the earnest dorkiness and the well fitted dark suit is working for you if nobody else. 

Sometimes he just looks… edible. 

And self-discipline doesn't always come naturally to you. 

“Doctor,” you purr in greeting, grazing the forearm propped up on the bar with white-tipped nails as you insert yourself in front of him. His fingers twitch under your light touch. 

Spencer doesn’t even try to hide the way his eyes sink down your frame, sticking to every highlighted curve like you’re dripping honey. Or maybe he just doesn’t realize that you can see that’s what he’s doing. 

“Hi. You look nice.”

“Aw,” you smile, dulling the salacious edge to your voice, “you didn’t have to say that. Someone’s improvising.”

“I meant it. That dress looks nice on you,” he says, simply, and you hate his specific brand of charm because it’s not intentional. It’s not something he puts on. It comes out of nowhere and always knocks you on your ass when it hits—even in the smallest doses. His eyes narrow and he leans closer. You can feel the energy rippling around him like a force field as he examines you. “You’re wearing more makeup than you normally do.”

“Do you like it? Penelope ordered the wrong shade of blush and gave it to me. Supposedly it’s meant to make me look like I just had an orgasm. I don’t know if I believe it.”

Much to your disappointment, Spencer leans back, scanning the crowd for your target and speaking as if he’s only half-interested. 

“That’s not what you would look like. Sex flush deepens the color of your entire face and chest, not just your cheeks.”

Your brows knit as you contend with unwelcome butterflies. 

“Buy me a drink before you start telling me what I’ll look like after I orgasm.”

That catches his attention, and his suddenly wide eyes snap to you. If he had a drink, he’d be choking on it. 

“I wasn’t—it was a general you, I’d never—that would be inappropriate. It was. It was inappropriate. Sorry. I’m sorry.”

You lean with your back to the bar, elbows propped on black granite, and swing your hair over your shoulder. Spencer’s eyes dart back down to your décolletage and then up to the ceiling like he regrets being born. You smile wickedly. Much better. This is the way God intended for you to interact with Spencer Reid. 

“I’ll consider forgiving you. And I don’t blush. Not when I orgasm, not ever.”

Admittedly, you just want to milk the whole talking about you orgasming thing to see how pink you can make him. It’s not often you’re gifted with an opportunity to be so candid about your sexuality or flirt this unabashedly. But you are supposed to be posing as a couple. Maybe you’re just feeling extra in character. 

Instead of stumbling over his words some more, Spencer smiles with a degree of bemusement like he’s caught you in a white lie. 

His smile is so nice. His teeth are perfect, and his lips—

“Yes you do.”

Always so convinced he’s right, this one. 

It’s annoying. And kind of hot. 

“Uh, I promise you I do not.”

“Everyone blushes. It's a sympathetic nervous system activation response wherein blood rushes to your face. Your blood vessels dilate when you get flustered or anxious. Your face gets hot and your undertone changes.”

You raise your brows. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was challenging you. 

“Yeah? Wanna bet?”

“Actually, no,” he mutters, losing any bravado and casting his eyes downward subserviently. “You have a habit of proving me wrong.”

“That’s right,” you gloat, smiling wide. Someone bumps into you, and you turn around, highly unprofessional insult locked and loaded—but it’s just a drunk girl who apologizes and stumbles off. The encounter does, however, remind you that you’re supposed to be finding a killer. “Do you think this is the best positioning? He might not be able to find us way over here.”

“You think we should move?”

You look back at him and nod, holding your hand out. He looks at it uncertainly. You waggle your fingers and infuse your words with sugar. 

“Oh, come on. I don’t want to lose you. And we’re supposed to look like a couple, remember?”

Gingerly he accepts your hand. His is bigger than you’d have thought. Not nearly as freezing as your own perpetually are. It occurs to you as you grab his hand that his bone structure really is bigger than yours. He’s… tall. He is, at the end of the day, a real life adult man. His presence is palpable behind you and you enjoy the weight of his hand in yours as you tug him through the crowd, perhaps not taking the most direct route through the throng just so you can savor being able to touch him like this for a little longer. 

Miraculously you spot an empty booth and slide into it. It’s a deep alcove, shadowy and secluded at the back. That’s where you settle, against black vinyl, and where you wave at Spencer to join you. 

He lingers at the edge of the table, glancing around at the groups of dancing and drinking young adults. 

“I don’t know. Can you even see the dance floor from back there?”

“Part of it. But I’m sure he’ll be looking in the booths for couples. He’ll come to us.”

Spencer faces you again and sighs ruefully, a begrudging smirk playing at his lips as he slides into the booth and joins you against the back wall. His side is warm against yours. He smells nice. Clean. Almost herbal, like patchouli or vetiver. 

“What? You really hate sitting next to me that much?”

Spencer’s lips part wryly before he speaks, like he almost thought better of it but decided to anyway. 

“I think you just wanted a reason to get me alone and secluded so you can finally accost me.”

Your knees bump. You lean into it. 

“Accost you? That seems harsh,” you pout, leaning toward him clandestinely to undo his top button.

“I don’t see how. You are literally trying to take my clothing off as we speak.”

“I’m just increasing your sex appeal. It’ll be good, trust me. Maybe you’ll even end up taking one of those girls from the bar home. Or—back to the hotel, I should say.”

Spencer covers your fussy hands with his own sweetly, like he can sense the true jealousy simmering underneath the sarcasm, and places them in your lap. The touch lingers.

“Are you always like this?” He murmurs, voice lower than you can recall ever hearing it and twisted into the shape of a smile. 

“Only with you, Dr. Reid. Speaking of, how about you? Do you flirt with many other FBI agents on official business?”

“Just the one. She’s kind of a full-time job.”

“Shut up. I’m basically your babysitter. If anything, I should be paid extra for dealing with you.”

“Attempting to seduce your charge seems like a bad business model. There are definitely some ethical issues there.”

His hands still rest on yours. You lace your fingers with his and speak sweetly, meeting his eyes best you can in the dark. 

“I wasn’t aware I was seducing you. Do you feel seduced?”

He’s the first to look away after a few seconds pass—pulls your hands apart gently, politely arranging them back on your lap. 

“I think you’re incorrigible and a terrible influence. In all honesty, you terrify me and more often than not I walk away from our interactions a little confused.”

You clap a hand to your heart, the bare skin revealed by your low cut dress warm under your fingers. 

“Spencer… that kind of turned me on.”

He just looks at you for a moment, a hint of a smile on his pretty face, long enough to make you feel a bit nervous. 

Then he’s leaning forward, and unconsciously so are you, almost forgetting to breath when you’re practically pressed against him in this booth and he’s whispering so low and sweet into your ear. 

“He’s watching us. Right across the floor, next to the girl in the blue dress. White button up and a leather jacket.” His hand slides over yours, fingers skimming your collarbone in the process as he interlocks your grasp once more. “Keep your hand right here and lean closer. We need to maintain his interest.”

“I don’t think I can lean any closer,” you breathe, hoping it doesn’t register as nervous as it really is. You’re supposed to be the confident one who teases him. “But if you want me to sit on your lap, just ask. I won’t say no.”

He chuckles, too loud to be amorous. It’s clearly genuine. It sounds like the way his reddened cheeks always look. It almost does more for you than the bedroom voice.

“You… you are beyond help. I don’t think you could be appropriate if your life depended on it.”

Slowly you pull back so you can look into his eyes—much closer than you normally have an excuse to. They dart wildly over your face, partially obscured by the dark which cuts shadows deep into the dramatic hollows of his bone structure. He really is so pretty. 

You glance toward the man, who’s pretending not to watch you. When you focus your attention back on Spencer, sliding your hand up the curve of his jaw, you find yourself making a dangerous wish. You find yourself wishing that you didn’t have an audience. That this wasn’t all for show. That neither of you had earpieces in.

His pulse hammers under your little finger, and his lips part slightly as he doesn’t have the wherewithal to not glance at yours. He’s so unaware of how obvious he’s being. It’s cute. 

You run the tips of your fingers through the hair in front of his ear, the one sans bluetooth, pushing it back, before leaning in close once more to whisper. 

“Good thing we’re not going for appropriate. Actually—your hands could stand to wander a little more, Dr. Reid. Let me know if you need me to tell you where to put them.”

[whitehotforeva]

GREEDY – Anakin Skywalker 

best!friend anakin x reader

your panties have been going missing, little did you know that your perverted best friend has been stealing them ♡

word count: 2,129

warnings: smut. oral (fem receiving) male masturbation. anakin is a needy perv for ur pussy 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

a/n: its literally four am n i've been up writing this filth. not proofread im still kinda new to this stuff/writing but i hope whoever reads this enjoys <3

You weren’t sure exactly when it started. Sure, you were never one to be exactly tidy, so it was pretty common for you to lose random tops around your room, or maybe a pair of underwear, but after the sixth pair went missing, you suspected something was up. 

You couldn't exactly figure it out. Where the hell did they go? How did they disappear like that? You’d search all around the house, wondering if they’d been misplaced but no. 

So when the seventh pair went missing after your best friend Anakin visited, you pressed your lips together as you pieced together the puzzle. Things always seemed to go missing after he’d leave. 

Your face warmed at the idea. Surely not? Was it just your brain making things up? Because then that would mean that well...he liked you. I mean that's what it meant right? If a guy stole your underwear? A part of you wanted to giggle and squeal into your pillow. Despite the many years of friendship between you and Anakin, you couldn't deny that you had developed a crush on him. Who could blame you. 

But the other half felt anxiety. What if there was a completely other reason they went missing? Something which had nothing to do with him at all? How could you even question it to him? Bring it up? 

Hey Ani. You keeping my best underwear? Can I have it back please? At least the one with the little pink bow? And that lacy black pair? Oh and my white panties too. Oh and the four others please? 

Fuck no. There were times where your body would radiate a nervous energy around him because you felt intimidated at how perfect he was. 

Little do you know, it's what he loved about you. The way you’d quickly glance away after maintaining eye contact with him for a second too long, a blush growing on your cheeks. Or the way you’d tell him to shut up as a flirty remark left his lips, playfully hitting him despite dying on the inside over it because you felt you couldn't read into it. He had always been so charming. So composed and in control of his feelings. 

So imagine the surprise and utter shock that filled your body when you decided to hang out at his house and found him desperately rutting his leaky cock into your black lacy panties. 

It wasn't unusual for you guys to turn up unannounced at each other's house, so as you made your way through his house, treading upstairs carefully to sneak up and spook him, the last thing you expected was hearing a deep moan coming from his room. 

Naturally, you had to see what that was about. Duh. But as you edged closer, you could hear a string of curse words leave his mouth. His door was slightly open, and you inhaled a sharp breath as you saw his long fingers clutching the pair that went missing around his cock.  

Your eyes widened at the size. You didnt know what you expected, but you couldn’t help but gulp at his length. And his achy leaky tip that was thrusting against your pair of panties.  

A soft gasp left your lips at the sight mixed with the familiar feeling of warmth that begin to pool in your lower half. Your eyes were so mesmerized on the way he jerked off his cock with your panties, you didnt even feel the cold blue stare that was fixed on you. 

That was until his deep voice interrupted your staring. 

“You gonna come help me angel? Or gonna stand there and stare?” He half groaned, an amused tone coating his voice as your eyes widened in horror at being caught, snapping up to his stormy orbs. 

Your lips parted to speak as you took a step back, instantly glancing away as you raised your hands up. “I-I- Sorry- I didnt mean to uh. Sorry!” You stammered out, trying to look anywhere but there. 

You barely even registered what he said. 

“Don’t be rude. Come on in.” You weren't looking at his face, but you could imagine the arrogant smirk he’d usually wear painted on his lips, matching with his cocky tone. You hesitantly glanced at his face again and noticed the way his face glistened with sweat. He was shirtless and you couldn't help but let your eyes linger back down to his cock. Your mouth was open in shock again especially as you watched his hand envelop your panties around his cock and slide it up again, your eyes snapping back up to his as he let out a low chuckle at your expression, shamelessly stroking his cock. 

“Th-those are mine”. You tried to speak firmly, trying to ignore the way his hand picked up the pace. You don't know what gave you the nerve to say that. 

“Yeah? You gonna come and get them baby?”. His voice was airy as he almost whimpered the sentence out, biting down on his plump lip at the sight of you bewildered, watching you jerk his cock. 

You blushed furiously, blinking a few times to snap yourself out of whatever was going on.  

“Ani! W-what are you even doing right now?” You exclaimed, yet he didn't miss the way your legs squirmed around as you tried to get rid of that feeling. 

You knew how to. There was only one way. 

Suddenly, he sat up, his thick brows tensing in frustration as he huffed out and stood up slowly. You wanted to back away, and as he moved closer, you wanted to be swallowed by the ground. 

You felt almost dizzy. There he was, practically naked, his hand clenching your panties tightly, his cock rock hard against his stomach as he stood in front of you. He leaned down to your ear, his lips grazing it as you shuddered. 

“Doing what you should've been doing.” He spoke lowly, his large hands finding your waist before tugging down at your jeans. 

Before you could even protest, he had them off and you were stepping out of them. You didn't know why you didn't stop or protest, but the heat in between your thighs decided to be your brains now. 

“Ani.” You breathed out, your face red and chest shaky from the anticipation, and as you watched him slowly sink to his knees, you couldn't help but let a whimper leave your lips at the way his nose nuzzled against the damp spot your once white panties held.  

He let out a groan at your scent, taking it in as he felt his cock leak even more.  

His jerk off sessions would usually start with your used panties against his nose as he sniffed them, even tasted them. 

It was the closest he could get to having a piece of you. But now you were here, and he could see your legs trembling gently from need and the way your clit was aching for attention. It was obvious by your leaky pussy that was ruining your panties. 

A loud moan left your lips at the way his tongue licked over the cloth covering your most intimate parts. You couldn’t help but rest your fingers in his hair, and it was a good idea you did, because he began licking long strips down your clothed pussy that had you beginning to grip onto his curly locks. 

“Please.” You couldn’t help but whimper out, needing to feel his tongue against your bare skin. He nuzzled his face against you, basking in your scent before chuckling against your pussy. 

You felt yourself get even wetter. 

“Please? That’s what I should be saying to you.” He groaned out, slowly pulling down your panties and relishing the sight of your glistening cunt. He couldn’t help but pump his cock again with his other free hand. 

“Been wanting you so bad baby. Wanting to smell you. Taste you- fuck.”  

Just as he pumped himself again, he dove his head in-between your legs and began to lap at your juices hungrily. Your eyes widened at the sudden stimulation as a loud high-pitched moan left your lips. 

Thank God Shmi wasn't home. 

Little whines escaped your lips as he devoured you, his fingers digging into your hips to stabilize you further. You were already trembling, and as he caught your clit and sucked at it tightly, you pulled at his hair roughly, feeling yourself go a little dizzy. 

“Fuck- Ani!” You half sobbed out as pleasure shot through your body, and you found yourself grinding against his wet face for more. You could feel him grin against your pussy and watched how he had dropped your old pair of panties and yanked at the white pair he had just took off you, beginning to jerk his cock furiously with them. 

His own moans vibrated against your pussy, adding to your pleasure as you felt a white hot heat flow through your veins. 

He pulled away before nuzzling his nose against your clit, letting out a whimper.  

“Fucking taste so good baby. Been so desperate stealing your panties. Needed your pussy. Just a taste.” He whined out to you desperately, his eyes looking up at you sending another electric jolt through your clit. 

There your best friend was, desperately lapping at your pussy, admitting how perverted he had been. 

“Please. Please!” He whined out, his tongue resuming licking at your wet folds. Sharp gasps left your lips as he begged for a taste of you. Begged for your cum. You felt hear the messy sounds his tongue against your soaked pussy was creating, but also the wet sound your soaked panties and his cock was making as you noticed the way his hips were desperately grinding upwards.  

He was chasing after his own release as he begged to give you yours, whimpering incoherent things against your pussy as you felt your vision go blurry and a loud desperate squeal leaving your lips as the coil in your stomach snapped, and your orgasm crashed. Loud moans and gasps filled the air as your legs trembled against him, desperate to move away from the overstimulated feeling of him flattening his tongue against your clit. 

The way you gripped onto his curls tighter and let your juices explode against his tongue had him letting out the filthiest sound you had ever heard as his cum spilled out of his hard cock and onto the white panties he was jerking off with. 

As he shook from his own orgasm, he shook his face into your sensitive sopping folds, relishing in your extra squeals as you exclaimed out that it was too much for you. He continued his relentless attack, desperate for every drop of you and you couldn't help but let the tears that had pooled in your eyes out. 

“Ani! Anakin! Can't- can't take it please” you begged out brokenly, your hips attempting to jerk away as you felt his fingers dig into your thighs, the light pain overloading your senses as a warm pleasure washed over you.  

He slowly moved his face away, a dazed look in his eyes and a wide grin staring up at you with his glistening lips. You couldn't do anything but whimper as you felt your knees give out, but he gently lowered you to the floor on your knees. You trembled as you leaned forward, resting your forehead against his sweaty abs as you felt his hand on your back, rubbing it softly to calm you down. 

Your eyes caught the sight of his cock and you couldn’t help but whine out at the sight of your panties stained with his cum. Your hand reached out to pull your panties away from his cock, hearing him hiss and gently tremble at the sensation. You looked up at him, then back down at the stained panties. 

“Come on. Don’t look at me like that. I’ll buy you more.” He spoke out, laughing as you giggled with him, playfully rolling your eyes at him. 

"You need to buy me eight more.” 

He playfully scoffed, standing up as he grabbed your hips, pulling you up with him and guiding you onto his bed, pushing you down. 

“Yeah?” He questioned, cockily raising a brow as he began to take your top off. You furrowed your brows in confusion. 

“Anakin what are yo-mmfhh!” 

Your eyes widened at the fact that Anakin had just shoved your cum stained panties into your mouth. The taste of his cum and your own juices sinking into your tongue as he wore yet again another amused smirk on his face. 

He was disgusting, and you felt yourself grow wetter. 

“Give me a minute, and I’ll show you something that feels even better.” 

[writer-freak]

Asking you out | Valo men x Gn reader

Characters: Gekko, Chamber, Sova, Yoru, Phoenix, Cypher, Omen, Brimstone, Kay/o and Habor

Warning: Gn reader, fluff, maybe ooc, english isn't my first language

A/n: I decided to go back to my roots and write some headcanons for Valorant. Haven't written for them in some time and I'm not up to date with the current lore so sorry for inaccuracies

Thank you for reading and Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and really motivate me to write more <3

Gekko

Gekko is usually chill, so he’d be more low-key when asking you out.

One day you’re hanging out, Wingman chilling on your lap, and he just casually drops it

“Yo, maybe we should, like, go out on an official date?”

He’s trying to seem nonchalant, but the way he scratches the back of his head gives his nervousness away

When you agree, he lights up, his eyes wide with excitement and a big smile on his face

“Sick! Let’s grab something to eat!”

He’d definitely text his mom right after and would update her on how everything went

Chamber

Chamber has always been smooth, always flirting like it’s second nature

But when he asks you out, it’s a bit different

You’re used to his flirty remarks, but this time, after a successful mission, he walks up and asks

“If we succeed today, how about we celebrate together? Maybe dinner, just the two of us?”

His usual cockiness is a bit toned down, and there’s a vulnerability showing in his voice making it obvious he actually cares about your answer.

When you say yes, he recovers quickly with a grin, “I’ll consider that a victory, then.”

Sova

Sova is more straightforward and doesn’t really beat around the bush

After a long mission, he’d find you alone, pulling you aside. “You know I value you more than just a teammate, right?”

He’s nervous, but he says it calmly, watching for your reaction

If you tease him about being a softy, he’d chuckle, cheeks flushing slightly, before responding

“Perhaps I am soft… but only for you.” He’ll suggest something outdoorsy as a first date, like a quiet night under the stars, just something close to nature

Yoru

Yoru’s got a reputation for being cocky, and he’d play into that even while asking you out

“I heard you’ve been into me for a while now?” he’d say, smirking, trying to act cool

He’s testing the waters, but there’s a slight hesitation as if he’s waiting to see if you’ll reject him or call out his bluff

When you agree, he’ll act like it was no big deal, “Yeah, thought so,”

But then, his smirk softens slightly, and he looks at you more seriously. “So, how about we make it official? I’m asking you out—me and you, a proper date.”

If you agree, he’ll play it off cool, but you’d still catch the pink on his cheeks before he quickly changes the subject

Phoenix

Phoenix doesn’t like wasting time, so he’d ask you out while you’re the two of you were joking around together.

“Hey, let’s stop messing around and go out for real,” he’d say, flashing that bright grin.

“I’m serious though. Gonna be the best date of your life, I promise.”

His usual confidence is there, but you can tell he’s nervous from the way he messes with his jacket collar

When you say yes, he practically lights up—“Aight, bet! You won’t regret it.”

Cypher

Cypher’s approach is more subtle

He waits for a moment when it’s just the two of you, maybe working on something together

He’ll lean in slightly and say in a low voice, “I’ve come to enjoy our time together... Perhaps you’d also like something more?”

His tone is cautious watching for your reaction, but you can sense the warmth behind his words

When you agree, he smiles behind his mask

“I had a feeling you’d say that,” he’d say, his voice softer. “How about dinner—just us?”

Omen

Omen is less direct when it comes to asking you out

One evening, after sitting together in silence, he'd hand you something small that he knitted himself

“This is for you.” he’d say in his usual low voice

If you ask him why he was gifting you this, he’d simply reply, “I want to be together with you.”

When you agree, there’s no visible smile, but you’ll feel the shift in his energy, warmth that shows that he is happy you accepted

Brimstone

Brimstone is all about professionalism, so he’d be more cautious about showing public affection.

If you’re already close, he might approach you after a mission, saying, “I’ve been thinking… maybe we should spend more time together outside of work.”

He’s straightforward, and his voice is calm, ready to accept your rejection

If you agree, he will give you a small smile.

“Glad to hear it. Let’s keep it between us for now, though.” He’s the type to plan something simple but meaningful—dinner at his place, maybe

KAY/O

KAY/O is logical, and while he’s sentient, human emotions can be tricky for him

He’d approach you one day, saying, “I have observed our interactions. I believe it would be beneficial to further explore this connection.”

It’s a bit robotic, but you can tell he’s trying

If you agree, he’d probably show a small heart symbol on his display, acknowledging the sentiment behind it

“Thank you. I will strive to meet your expectations,” he’d add, with a surprising amount of sincerity

Harbor

Harbor’s positive energy is contagious, and he’d be warm and positive when asking you out.

“You know, we always have a good time together,” he’d say with that bright smile of his.

“How about we make it official? Let me take you out properly.”

He’s all about showing affection, and if you agree, he’ll be beaming.

“You won’t regret it. I’ve got some amazing plans for us.”

He would make sure your first date is filled with fun and laughter

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[bedoballoons]

Hello again it's the anon whom asked for a shinobu reader 🤭

I almost ran out of headcanons i luv so maybe our genshin hybrid bois with a hybrid!reader just like them

I mean a dog!reader for gorou or a fox!reader for nari, a dragon reader for zhongli n neuvillette(how do y'all spell his name) maybe a adepti!reader for xiao

etc

-💤 (being an new anon 😋)

Hiya!! Welcome to the anon squad (sorry this is a little late)!! I absolutely LOVE this idea!!! I've never written a hybrid reader before so this was super exciting, I hope you enjoy! Also I hope you don't mind but I included Lyney with a cat hybrid!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

{༻~Hybrid reader~༺}

CW: Fluffy and a little flirty, hybrid reader! (Pet names: Lyney: Mon chérie, Gorou: Honey, Neuvillette: Mon amour,

(Includes: Lyney, Gorou, Zhongli, Tighnari, Xiao, and Neuvillette!)

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney tipped his hat to you, a small smirk playing on his lips when he held up one of his cards and magically turned it into a rainbow rose, holding it out for you to take, "You look gorgeous as ever mon chérie." You rolled your eyes playfully and accepted his gift, walking up close to him so your tail could run along underside of his chin, making him swoon like a lovesick puppy while your purred in his ear, "You look fairly handsome yourself magician boy~"

He sighed, unable to respond as a blush crawled onto his cheeks and his doe eyes stared at you almost blankly, you couldn't help but giggle at him, running your hand up his chest and leaning close to his face to whisper against his lips, "Whats the matter Lyney...cat got your tongue?"

𑁍༄Gorou:

You smiled happily at Gorou, your tail wagging with excitement as he walked up to you with a big grin and a handful of wildflowers, his eyes shining with love for you. "You're home! You spent way to much time in Inazuma city! Next time I'm coming with you!" You shouted to him, giving up waiting at the door and running to him full speed, his arms open for you to jump into. "I missed you too honey!" He laughed, holding you tightly as he spun you both around for a second and gave you one of his special kisses that made your heart race.

You pulled away to inspect him, grabbing his face gently to make sure there weren't any injuries anywhere while chuckled at your antics, "Honey I'm okay I promise!" He embraced you again, giving you soft butterfly kisses while your tails swayed in harmony...you had missed him so much.

𑁍༄Zhongli:

You'd cuddled into Zhonglis warmth, feeling his sharp nails gently graze your scalp while he ran his fingers through your hair, his tail wrapped around yours to the point they could actually get tangled, but you weren't worried...you could stay with him in that spot for thousands of years, in fact it sounded beautiful, "Zhongli, let's stay like this forever. We can enjoy eachothers presence and watch the sunrise...the sunset, never bothered by anyone, just you and me."

"Perhaps one day, for now I'm afraid I still have duties to uphold in Liyue...lantern rites to attend, stories to tell...this geo dragon has more to do before he can rest fully." You nodded, already knowing that would be his answer, still you could dream about that one day...the day the two of you would go to rest together in your special spot and never leave.

𑁍༄Tighnari:

Your ears twitched along with Tighnaris while the two of you treaded through the forest, the beautiful sounds of nature all around you and your senses on alert for any threats to the wildlife,...or from the wildlife. "Nari, why are we out here again? It seems a bit denser urrgh...then what we usually walk through, oh oww." You struggled to speak as you got tangled up in vines, a thorned one wrapped around your fluffy tail.

"I got word there was a new type of plant in the area with incredible medicinal properties, I had no idea it would be so overgrown though....how did you even do this?" He chuckled at the sight of you and carefully set you free, touching your tail softly to make sure there wasn't any long lasting injuries. "Nari, next walk we take a path."

𑁍༄Xiao:

You appeared next to Xiao, the moonlight almost illuminating him as he stared out across the sea, thinking about his feelings for you...what they meant, how they came to be...if they could continue. He'd never experienced something like this...especially with another adepti, one he admired so much, "Killing demons...comes easily to me. Taking care of monsters...dealing with my Karmic debt, I'm even beginning to understand humans but over two-thousand years and the idea of love...still confuses me. I don't...know how to be what I want to for you...what you want me to be."

You sighed, leaning your head on his shoulder and looking up at the stars as a breeze brushed your cheek, "I don't want you to be anything but yourself Xiao..., the conqueror of demons, the one who sacrifice himself to save everyone else. Just be you and my love will never waver." Your words still didn't clear up all his confusion, but they calmed him enough to place a kiss on top of your head...ready to start a whole new journey with you.

𑁍༄Neuvillette:

You smiled up at the sky for a moment, taking out your umbrella as light rain started to fall and dark clouds rumbled with quiet thunder. A storm was brewing and you could only assume it was Neuvillettes doing...the old hydro dragon, what had got him feeling down this time?

You made your way through the crowds of people, all of them trying their best to not get wet while you splashed in puddles and embraced the beautiful weather, finishing your walk right in front of the Chief of justices door. You knocked a couple times, humming the lullaby about Neuvillette as you waited for him to answer. "Neuvillette, please let me in...from one dragon to another, we both know you need some comforting."

You didn't even get a chance to say hello as he pulled you into his office and hugged you tightly, gentle tears leaving wet spots on your shoulder while you sighed. "What happened?" You rubbed his back, the two of you feeling comfortable enough to let some of your dragon features show, like your tails that intertwined together and the star shaped pupils in your eyes that looked up at him will love. "So many things mon amour...thank you...for being here for me."

"There's no need to thank me, I will always be here when you need me."

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Have a nice day*⁠.⁠✧

[actuallysaiyan]

The First Time(Aka How Nanami Kento Lost His Virginity)Chapter Four: The Honeypot

Chapter Four: The Honeypot

warnings: fluff, oral sex(fem and male receiving), general cuteness, mentions of porn, mentions of male masturbation pairings: Emo!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader summary: it's been a while since you and Kento hung out, and you as him to dinner one night. he reminds you of the thing he promised he would do the next time you two were to hang out.

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A couple of weeks have gone by since the last time you and Kento have hung out. You two keep in contact in class and through texting. Lately your conversations have been a lot more flirty than usual. Safe to say that the two of you see each other more than just friends who have fooled around a bit.

Your heart races every time you see him. His knees feel weak whenever you laugh at his jokes. The two of you are becoming quite smitten for one another. It was becoming harder and harder to deny the attraction that was building there.

The more you two spent time together, the more you found yourselves making up something to ensure you'll have more time together. Even in class, you two partner up for every project. You find yourself wondering when you’ll finally go on that date you two spoke of the last time you were intimate together.

And Kento finds himself too nervous to bring it up again. He thinks it was some sort of pipe dream that will never come to fruition. Still, he holds onto hope that maybe you’ll ask him out one day.

That day does come. It’s a Friday and classes are about to be let out for the day. You’re giddy to spend some time not studying and not worrying about any upcoming tests. It’s just going to be you, your couch and a bunch of junk food. But that’s when you spot Kento on your way towards the dorms. You then realize it’s the perfect time to ask him out on that date.

He sits by the vending machines. You sit next to him, noticing the adorable half-smile on his face. He looks at you and his smile spreads across his face.

“Hey are you busy tonight?” you ask him.

He shakes his head. “Nothing planned for this evening. Why?”

“Would you like to go get dinner together? I think we did talk about this the last time we hung out.”

His cheeks and tops of his ears go pink. “S-sure! Yeah, that sounds good.”

You two make plans to meet at the front entrance in about an hour. Kento mentions a cute noodle shop that opened up near campus a few months ago that he’s been dying to try. And with your plans made, you part ways.

Your heart is fluttering in your chest as you walk back to your dorm room. Kento spends a long time debating what he’s going to wear. You take a quick shower and spend time doing a little makeup.

Finally it's time to meet up. You walk towards the front entrance of the university. Your heart is racing as you try to calm yourself. You find Kento in the entryway, doing the same. He’s trying so desperately to take deep breaths and he’s pacing the floor. You smirk as you walk over to him.

“Hey cutie,” you call out. He whips around to face you. 

“H-hey! Ready?”

“Yes, I’m ready.”

You look stunning. He doesn’t quite understand why you want to spend time with him like this. He doesn’t find himself to be anything special. The coolest thing about him happens to be the one thing he has to hide from you. If you found out that he was a Jujutsu Sorcerer, he’s sure you’d probably shun him and never speak to him again.

“Earth to Kento!” You wave your hand in his face, breaking him from the spell of being zoned out.

He chuckles softly, “S-sorry! Let’s go.”

He takes your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together. It feels natural but there’s a nervous feeling with each action you two do that makes you feel like a real couple. 

The conversation starts off small. Just little tidbits about class and the homework. He guides you towards the noodle shop. He’s excited to spend this evening with you. The bigger prospect of it all is if he can finally return the favor.

Since the last time you went down on him, Kento has been watching lots of videos on how to go down on a girl. He’s been jerking off to videos of girls getting their pussies licked, wishing he could be the one doing it to you. Even just thinking about it, he has to push all these dirty thoughts away,

You two arrive at the shop, and he finds you both a cute booth in the back. A waitress arrives to take some drink orders and then gives you a few moments to peruse their menu. Kento looks over at you from across the table and the minute your eyes lock, you notice just how much he’s smitten about you. You feel the same way about him.

The waitress returns with your drinks, and you take Kento’s recommendation on some yakisoba noodles with pork cutlets. He orders the same for himself. The two of you wait in anticipation for the delicious food that’s about to be served.

“It smells so good in here,” you comment.

Kento nods. “Yeah, I knew I really wanted to come try it. One of my friends recommended this place.”

Something about this comment makes you feel jealous. You know you shouldn’t be jealous of someone you don’t know, but this is a friend that Kento has never mentioned to you. And though you two aren’t that close, you two have become closer than before. Close enough to call you good friends. Good friends who like to fool around and give each other oral sex.

You manage to change the subject to something else. The topic turns to anime, homework and music. You and Kento have an easy time talking about the things you love. It never really occurs to you that you two enjoy infodumping on one another. It’s sweet in its own way.

The food is delicious. The sauce in the noodles is spicy and the pork cutlets are tender and juicy. Kento orders some dessert afterwards to go. He’s excited to maybe be able to wrap this up nicely back at your place.

Once the bill has been taken care of thanks to your gentleman of a date, he asks if you’d like to split the dessert back at your place. You agree happily, almost oblivious to what he promised you the last time he was over at your place.

The walk back is filled with jokes, laughter and soft flirting. Kento has you in tears from laughing so hard agt his silly jokes. Despite his usual stoic and sullen manner, he is quite funny when he comes out of his shell.

“You know,” he chuckles. “With the way this evening has gone, one might think we’re dating now.”

Your cheeks redden, “Who’s to say we aren’t?”

You tug him closer to you, kissing him softly. He smiles and the butterflies erupt in his tummy. He finally gains a little courage and he leans in to whisper in your ear.

“When we get back to your place, I’d like to return the favor from last time.”

Your knees buckle a little at the husky tone of his voice. You look into his eyes and see how they’ve darkened. You nod your head, taking him by the hand and leading him back to the dorms.

Kento doesn’t remember the last time he was this excited for something. He knows he’s prepared well, but nothing can fully prepare him for what’s to come. He wants to make sure you are so comfortable and happy.

Once inside your dorm, Kento doesn’t hesitate to kiss you. He leads you to the couch, pushing you back gently. His hands are gentle but eager as he pushes up your skirt. His eyes widen a little when he notices the cute little wet patch on your panties.

With the dessert long forgotten, Kento reaches up to hook two fingers into the waistband of your panties. You’re trying not to pant too much, but you don’t even remember the last time a guy went down on you.

“I…I obviously have never done this before.” Kento confesses, though he knows you won’t judge him. “So please, guide me. Tell me what feels good and what I’m doing wrong.”

You look down at him and nod your head, promising to guide him to the best of your capabilities. He pulls down your underwear, and he gets a small whiff of your scent. A low moan rumbles from his chest before he spreads your thighs. Without thinking too much, he pockets your panties.

He’s analyzing you for a moment. You squirm under his gaze before he leans in. His lips are soft as he presses kisses to your inner thighs. Kento slowly makes his way towards your pussy. He’s watched the videos. He’s studied them closely. Now he can do his best, just for you.

What catches him off guard is how good you taste the minute his tongue presses against your folds. You taste musky and tangy, but there’s a sweetness hidden there. He grunts as the flavor takes over anything else. His cock hardens quickly before he can do anything else.

You reach down to gently play with his hair. You’re ready to give advice. Much to your surprise, Kento seems very proficient in what he’s doing. He laps at you slowly, softly. He avoids the clit for a bit, preferring to circle around it to tease you.

“Kento,” you whine. “D-don’t tease me.”

But he’s determined to make you feel so good. He wants you to come undone so beautifully just for him. His eyes snap up to watch you, making sure you’re still doing alright. That’s when he wraps his lips around your swollen nub, and you let out the cutest little whine.

Grunting softly, Kento suckles on your clit with a pressure you never even knew could exist for this activity. He flicks his tongue over the bud in his mouth, noticing what patterns you enjoy the most. Your thighs are already shaking, and his cock is throbbing painfully in his skinny jeans.

Your fingers tug on his hair a little, and he smirks when he feels you grinding against his tongue. He lets go of your clit; he takes a few long, languid licks through your folds before dipping down to taste you straight from the source.

This is what sets Kento off. Your tangy nectar is like an aphrodisiac to him. It’s making his brain all fuzzy with lust. His tongue plunges into you; moans are rumbling from his chest. He’s growing even more aroused than he thought he would from the simple act of tasting you and making you feel good.

His thumb comes up to begin rubbing your clit slowly. He remembers what he saw in all those videos. And then he begins to feel your thighs clenching around him, and this makes him even more excited. His eyes snap up to watch you come undone on his tongue.

“Kento,” you moan loudly. “I’m really close.”

He doesn’t even need to hear more. His tongue laps up to your clit where he pulls it between his lips and sucks on it like before. His fingers come down to your hole and he pushes one of them into you. Your eyes roll back as the pleasure just keeps building.

The room is filled with your breathy moans, the wet sounds of him sucking on your clit and the squelching of your wet pussy. It takes just a few more pumps of his fingers and a stroke of his tongue for you to fall off the edge with a loud cry of his name.

He doesn’t stop; instead he focuses on pulling the most pleasure from you. His mind is so dizzy, his eyes heavy with lust as he continues to pleasure you. Kento then begins to lap at your hole once he pulls his fingers from it. You’re dribbling pure honey to him. 

Your thighs are shaking and you shudder as you’re trying to come down from the best orgasm you’ve ever had. You reach down to push him away gently and he whines at the loss of contact. He looks up at you with a feral look in his eyes, wiping away the juices from his lips. You notice just how hard he is.

This is when you maneuver him to lay back on the couch, and you unbuckle his belt. Kento’s eyes widen when you pull his cock out and wrap your lips around him.

“Just relax,” you say in a husky tone. “Let me show you just how much I appreciated every moment of that.”

[huckleberrykai]

hueningkai ~ laundry basket

pairing: perv!fem!reader x mean dom!hueningkai summary: when kai finds his sweet precious girl with his dirty shirt in her face and her hand down her pants he has to teach her a lesson. genre: SMUT minors dni you will be blocked. warnings: perv reader, clothes sniffing, fingering, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), cum eating, kai slaps reader with his dick LOL, kinda possessive?? not rly tho, gagging, swearing (i luv it when he says fuck lmfao sorry not sorry), mouth spitting, creampie, i think that's it?? maybe a lil angst at the end (insecurity) if u squint but fluffy ending notes: this was supposed to be a drabble but uh. yeah i got too excited. thanku anon for sending me the perv reader idea sjkdnhk i hope u like this ! and thanku ashlee for the brain fuel :3 word count: 3.6k click here for my masterlist!

kai first asked you out because he thought you were the sweetest thing he'd ever seen. your shiny eyes and happy smiles had him falling before he could think, and soon it was the two of you against the world. as time went on kai thought it was funny how adorable you were from the outside, but inside... you're absolutely insatiable.

you think he doesn't notice the way you're always drooling over him - the way you're always subtly feeling him up whenever he hugs you, squeezing his strong arms or letting your hand slip up his hoodie to feel his tummy.

he assumes physical touch is just your love language at first, which he loves, but then he sees how you react to anyone else touching you... shying away like you hate it. he never comments on it but it definitely makes him feel special <3

what he fails to see (or so you think) is just how much you're affected by him - how you rub your thighs together every time he picks something up and flexes his muscles or whenever he throws you a flirty comment with a wink. when first you got together a few months ago, you both agreed you'd take your relationship slowly... but you were starting to regret that decision every night when you'd fuck yourself open with your dildo wishing it was your big strong boyfriend drilling into you and spouting filthy, sinful words instead of a piece of plastic with his cute, completely clean voice notes echoing in the background.

you started to find yourself taking his clothes and basking in his scent every night when you'd fuck yourself to the thought of him, and it was all too much - but somehow still not enough.

he of course starts to notice his clothes going missing, frantically looking for his favourite hoodie he's so sure he left on his bed... he finds it a week later when he comes over to your house for a sleepover - crumpled next to your bed. he doesn't mind, he must have just forgotten he leant it to you - so you cuddle up and all is well.

until he asks if he could take a shower after dinner. he casually grabs his spare clean clothes from your drawer and leaves to the bathroom attached to your room. he slings his t-shirt he's been wearing the whole day into your hamper carelessly and waddles off to the shower. you stare at the hamper for a good few seconds, willing yourself to be good and not take it - but of course, his desperate pervy gf can't help but sneak in there and grab his dirty shirt >.<

you bring the soft fabric up to your nose and take in his natural scent mixed with the lingering of his favourite cologne he sprayed this morning. you feel an impatient dampness growing between your legs and jump back into bed, clutching the shirt tightly in your fist. you slide on his favourite hoodie crumpled by your bed - which has lost his scent by now - but it still makes you feel completely surrounded by him :3

you feel ridiculous. you're in his hoodie, shoving your face into his worn shirt... and you can't help but let your hand slip into your shorts. kai would be out of the shower soon, and you couldn't let him see you like this... so desperate and perverted and so so obsessed with him, but you need to get off. he was driving you crazy.

who in their right mind was that obsessed with their own boyfriend and still didn't have the courage to ask him to fuck them? you, obviously.

your thoughts wander to his big hands and how much better they'd feel down your pants than your own, and you whisper his name like a mantra as you move your fingers as quickly as possible so you could just cum and hide his shirt before he gets out. unfortunately for you though, kai finishes his shower quicker than usual and almost runs out of the bathroom when he can hear what sounds like crying and panting on the other side of the door.

he comes out in all his glory in only his sweatpants and a towel around his neck to check on you, just to see his precious girl humping her hand with his dirty clothes shoved in her face chanting his name >.<

"hey... what's all this hm? needy girl."

you panic and rush to throw the shirt away and pull your hand out of your shorts, which only makes him chuckle darkly - a scary grin gracing his lips and a look in his eye you'd never seen before.

"cutie if you wanted me so bad you could have just asked... but you chose to be a gross little pervert and go through my laundry instead hm? and you couldn't even get yourself off~ pathetic."

his scolding makes you tear up and try to look away, but he's quick to hover over you and grab your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his. he grabs the hand you had been playing with yourself with and takes the first few fingers between his lips to suck on them gently.

"you need some help?" he asks softly, pulling your fingers from his mouth and pressing a gentle kiss to your palm.

"'m sorry hyuka. you probably think i'm disgusting..." you sniffle. he shakes his head and laughs a little, mean facade breaking to make sure you really were okay with this. "it's okay baby. sniffing my sweaty shirt is a little gross though~" he teases. "is this the first time you've done this? or do you fuck yourself over my clothes all the time? hm?"

he's just trying to humiliate you at this point, but he can tell you're enjoying him bullying you a little. so he continues...

"do it all the time.." you hiccup in response. "'m sorry 'm so gross and yucky."

"'m sorry if you hate me... please don't leave." the tears stream down your cheeks again and he kisses every single one away between mean chuckles as you sob.

"ah i don't hate you baby~ i'm not going anywhere. but you understand i'm gonna have to punish you for being such a yucky girl right?"

you can only nod, still blubbering with red eyes and splotchy cheeks. to say you're flustered would be an understatement - to be caught in such a compromising position and then finally have kai hovering over you like this, hair damp, no shirt and being so passive-aggressive has you soaking through your panties. he was so sweet, you never expected him to fulfil your wildest fantasies of domming you so harshly~ but then again he never expected you to bring it out of him so fast either.

he makes quick work of pulling off the hoodie and your shorts, leaving you in only a bra and your translucent underwear. he pushes your legs open and settles himself between them, running his long fingers over your panties.

"so wet already... are you seriously getting off on this? on being a disgusting little pervert? you know i see how you look at me every day, i should have expected this from you."

"no!" you squeak in an attempt to save the last of your dignity.

"don't fucking lie to me."

his words are laced with venom, and he deliveres a harsh slap to your thinly covered pussy, causing you to yelp.

"now lets try this again. are you seriously enjoying this? me humiliating you like a pathetic little slut?"

this time you nod. there was no use in lying to him, especially when he's like this.

"words cutie."

"yes!"

"good. yucky girl isn't so stupid after all."

he rewards you with a sweet peck on the forehead before he pushes your panties to the side and finally touches you where you need him most. he rubs your slick over your folds before plunging 2 fingers into you without warning.

"ah-!" you whine at the protrusion, and kai kisses your lips harshly.

"shut up." he mutters against your mouth. you try your best to keep quiet, but whenever a sound would slip past your lips he'd slap your clit harshly. he fingers you quick and harsh, the feeling so intense you feel like you could burst at any second.

"please.. please let me cum!" you beg as his hand speeds up. you could have cried even harder when he decides to pull his hand away completely, placing your uncomfortably wet underwear right back in its place.

"no. no i don't think i will."

"please! no! no! please keep going!" you cry, trying to pull his hand back to your core. "hueningie please..." you pout, tears spilling from your ruined orgasm.

"being cute won't work on me. not after i caught you fingering yourself like a fucking slut. you haven't earned it yet princess~" he sings playfully as if he isn't torturing you. delicious torture.

"on your knees. on the ground." he orders. no please, no trace of your sweet boy on his face - you're in trouble. and you're LOVING it. clearly he is just as into this as you are, even slapping your ass hard as you crawl across the bed to get on your knees on the pillow he'd set down for you - he is a gentleman after all.

"be good for me and i'll fuck you just like you want me to okay? open your mouth."

you do as he asks with no argument, opening your mouth and fidgeting in your cold damp underwear. you almost start salivating at the sight in front of you as kai stands up and unties his sweatpants before pushing them down to free his gorgeously flushed dick. you watch as he moves over to your door, grabbing the belt tie of your bathrobe hanging from the back of it. you knew what was coming before he even had to ask, and so you hold your arms together behind your back.

"so now you're desperate for me to tie you up too? fuck you really are a pervert. come on. admit it." he spits from behind you, looping the fluffy rope around your wrists and typing them tightly - though not tight enough to hurt.

"wh-what?" you ask, bewildered.

"don't act clueless. tell me you're a pervert."

"i'm not-"

"i thought i told you already, don't fucking lie to me darling. it won't end well for you." he takes his place standing in front of you, the backs of his legs pressed against the bed. you're eye level with his cock - hard and girthy and huge. you open your mouth for him and lick up his shaft softly - but he pulls you back with a scowl.

"nuh uh. not until you say it."

he takes his heavy length into his hand and slaps your cheek with his cock harshly. "come on."

"i- i'm a-"

"louder."

"i'm a pervert! i'm a pervert for you kai!" you almost shout, tears threatening to spill at the embarrassment.

"good girl. not so hard was it baby? my pretty perv~ stick your tongue out."

he taps his tip against your lips and tongue before pushing himself into your mouth. he encourages you to suck him off properly and groans at the sight of you taking as much of him in your mouth as possible. you make eye contact every now and then - tears brimming to your eyes and spilling so beautifully down your cheeks.

"more."

you hum in protest, he's big - but he gathers your hair into a bunch anyway and pushes you down on him. his tip hits the back of your throat as your lips almost touch his pelvis - but you can't bring yourself to complain about gagging when he moans so pretty with his eyes squeezed shut.

you swirl your tongue around him as he fucks your throat, and he seems to like this since his whines only increase.

"so fucking good. little perv knows how to do something right- fuck. gonna cum down your fucking throat." he whimpers. his brutal pace makes your throat constrict around him which only brings him closer to his high.

"you better swallow every drop." he warns.

and you know better than to get him angry now, so you blow him until he shoots his whole load in your mouth. he pulls out fast and you splutter a little, trying your best to swallow it all down. he taps his tip on your tongue again, letting the last drops of his release land on your awaiting tongue.

"perfect princess.. my slut.. so good." he sighs. "you look so pretty with my cock down your throat like that."

you smile up at him sweetly while he tucks himself back into his sweats. your eyes are pleading for his help, and he figures you deserve your reward.

he's not making it easy though <3

"you want your reward? want me to fuck you dumb baby?"

"please hyuka.. need your cock please.. 't hurts."

and so he happily unties your arm restraints and lifts you up, throwing you on the bed like a ragdoll. you squeal when he drops you, and your eyes blow wide when he straddles you, ripping off your bra and forcefully grabbing your wrists, bounding them together with the fluffy robe tie once more- this time tying you to the headboard too. he has you right where he wants you.

"not a sound, okay? not until i tell you." he says before hastily pulling your panties off fully and throwing them on the floor.

he knew you wouldn't be able to stay quiet - it was all in his plan to humiliate you just a little more before you finally get your sweet release.

with how enthusiastically you agree he almost thinks you might be able to pull it off ~ ''m gonna be so quiet. just like a doll for you.. just please! please fuck me!"

but he takes that as a personal challenge to turn you into a screaming mess just so he can pusnish you one more time.

"okay.. you ready gorgeous? you okay?" he asks genuinely.

"'m okay hyuka. just- please!"

"still so desperate? pervy baby needs me inside huh?" he taunts, removing his sweatpants completely and lining himself up with your still sopping wet cunt. he takes the time to tease you, tapping his head on your clit and rubbing himself on your folds. he can tell you're already fighting back your whines- especially when he buries himself to the hilt all in one go.

he hooks a finger under your chin and rests his other hand on your hip, leaning close to your face. "not a peep."

he was lying. he wants you to slip up so badly, and so he sits back and grabs your hips so hard they'll definitely be bruised in the shape of his fingerprints tomorrow - and slams his hips into yours.

he laughs meanly at you biting your lip to prevent a moan and angles his hips just right to have you weeping once again. "so pretty.. how can someone so cute be such a disgusting pervert?" he rambles. his eyes are glued to your boobs bouncing with every thrust and your face so scrunched in concentration. he can't help but let a giggle escape him at how cute you are - and an evil thought pops into his head.

continuing his rhythm, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, he moves a hand to fondle one of your boobs - attaching his lips to the other one and attacking your nipple with his hot tongue.

with your eyes squeezed shut you couldn't see what he was doing, and the sudden stimulation to your chest catches you completely off guard and... "ah-!"

you feel kai smile evilly against your nipple, and he leans even closer to bite it gently - just enough to sting. you yelp, then he sits back and stills his movements completely.

kai pulls out, and leans off the bed to grab the dirty shirt you had your face buried in not long ago.

"no! no please! please keep going! 't- 'twas too much! 'm sorry kai i'll be quiet.. plea- hmph!"

he balls up the shirt in his hands and holds your chin with one hand and shoves the shirt in your mouth to gag you with the other.

"that should keep you quiet. pervy girl probably likes this since you like my dirty clothes so much right? you asked for it, choke on it."

he wraps a hand around your neck and returns the other to your hip after entering you again, slamming into you even faster than before. you moan freely, letting the fabric muffle the sounds slightly while your boyfriend rails you beyond comprehension.

your fucked out face has kai mesmerised, and he lets his hands roam to squeeze your boobs again.

the closer you get to your highs, the closer he wants to be to you, so he decides to lift your legs, pressing them into your chest to get even deeper. this has your eyes rolling back, fucked out expression and drool dribbling into the fabric of his worn-out t-shirt in your mouth.

"such a s-slut for me aren't you?" he mumbles out, words hushed and brain elsewhere as he watches your tits bounce again. "couldn't keep your hands off yourself for 5 minutes? too embarrassed of being such a perv to ask for my help? fucking pathetic."

you started crying again, feeling so humiliated and overstimulated and just so horny. you started making noises, speaking nonsense words muffled by the fabric in your mouth as you nodded frantically. pathetically. desperately.

"tell me. tell me you're my slut. my yucky girl~ only i can catch you with your hands on your pussy~ ah! only t-thinking about me!" kai yanks the shirt from your mouth and throws it across the room, prodding your legs harder and thrusting into you at a brutal pace. "say it!"

"'m your sl-slut, 'm only gross for you! all for you hyu- hyuka!"

"that's it baby~" he coos, sticking his thumb in your mouth and pressing on your tongue to keep your mouth open. "this what you wanted? creepy little perv? wanted me to punish you like this?"

when you whine in agreement against his thumb he spits in your mouth.

"disgusting." he taunts.

he pulls his thumb from your lips and smiles at you adorably.

"swallow and i'll let you cum."

and so you do, sticking your tongue out to show him your empty mouth as he grabs your face to check.

"that's right baby- fuck! 'm gonna cum pretty, you wanna cum with me? is that what you want? my little slut~"

you nod frantically and moan embarrassingly loudly when he starts rubbing your clit furiously along with his thrusts. "where do you want it princess?" he pants.

"in- inside- ah! please! fill me up kai- plea- fuck!"

he smirks at you, pace becoming sloppy as he teeters over the edge.

"thought so~ i'll fill you up good baby. bet you wanted this? wanted me to get you all messy... fucking pervert."

kai cums right as you pant out your next sentence, filthy words sending him into overdrive.

"your pervert- all for you! 'm all slutty for you.. obsessed with you- oh fuck kai! kai i'm- oh my god-"

right as you feel him fill you up with his release, his attacks on your clit speed up and send you over the edge, your walls tightening around his cock has him seeing stars and stilling inside you as you let the relief wash over you both. he rests his forehead on yours and presses a few lazy kisses to your lips that you half reciprocate.

"you okay princess?"

he waits a few seconds for you to come down, dropping your legs and pulling out with a whine from you both. "earth to y/n? baby? did i really fuck you dumb?" he jokes and you giggle - letting yourself come back to reality from the most intense orgasm you'd ever had.

"i.. i didn't know you had that in you," you mutter hoarsely. he unties your hands from the bed, and at the sound of your voice he grabs your bottle of water from your nightstand and helps you sit up to drink it. "well i didn't know you'd be sat in bed jerking off with my shirt." he teases, laughing as he sat beside you and rubbed your back.

"are you gonna break up with me?" you ask once you chug half the bottle.

"and why the hell would i do that?" he answers back with another question.

"because i'm disgusting and desperate...?"

"i didn't mean that. i mean i was a little shocked when i walked in.. and that definitely isn't how i saw our first time together going but.. fuck you're amazing." he comforts you, smoothing down your messy hair and planting a kiss on your temple. "plus... you seem to like it when i call you disgusting and desperate." he chuckles, hand landing on your shoulder and hugging you close to him.

"so you don't think i'm gross for sniffing your clothes? and weird for liking when you degrade me like that...?"

"no way. maybe a little perverted, and kinkier than i expected... but i'm into it. my little slut~" you look at him making a silly sexy face you and both burst out laughing.

"let me clean you up okay? you want a snack? or i can boot up mario kart? cuddles maybe?" he smiles his cute goofy grin, sweet boyfriend back in full swing - so you nod to all of the above.

you feel happy and satisfied at the fact he still likes you as you are, and that somehow you bagged yourself the cutest sweetest guy who could absolutely destroy you in bed. nice.

you're pulled out of your thoughts when he hands you a towel and a package of cookies with a kiss to the forehead.

"and next time when you're horny.. just tell me. the real thing is better than whatever's in the laundry basket <3"

nsfw taglist: @subbyjvnnie @mazeinthemoon @n0-thisispatrick @banggyu0308 @majestyjun @pumpkinkaiii @beom-pyu @txtistheloml @nightlytyuns @dido-of-the-endless + @agustdiv1ne

[moolovesyou]

absent jealousy | angus tully x reader

a/n: writing this while watching diary of wimpy kid hell yeah. thank you to @xfrankiesmithx-blog for requesting!!!!!! i hope this is what you wanted because i think i got carried away lol. i am too much of a sucker for casual angst and scene building.

s: your relationship with angus is anything but serious, until jealousy forces you both to face reality.

w: cursing, suggestiveness, angst (absent parent)

wc: 3k.

Winter break was supposed to be a time to relax. A time to have fun. And maybe, just maybe, a time to tolerate family. My plans were simple. My days were going to be spent on the Florida beaches with piña coladas and poolside napping. This was a yearly tradition since the 6th grade.

Unfortunately, those hot and sandy dreams were crushed when my dad phoned me at Wickline Academy.

"What the fuck, dad?" I slammed my hand onto the wall beside the telephone.

"Language!" He huffed from the other end. A crackly sigh could be heard. "Listen, we just can't afford it. We need the money to keep you enrolled next semester."

My eyes watered. I blinked rapidly to prevent any tears from spilling out.

"I'm sorry, honey." My dad spoke with sorrow. "Money is tight ever since-. . . your mom. . ."

The call went silent.

It had been 3 months and he still couldn't say it. It was embarrassing for both of us to admit.

Left us. Since she disappeared off the face of the earth with my dad's wallet and my allowance. For the last 3 months, anger has just been festering within me like a cauldron of rage.

Now, I had to spend Christmas alone. If that wasn't already bad enough, it turned out the entirety of Wickline had to be fumigated due to a nasty roach problem. This landed every holdover from Wickline into the lion's den that is Barton.

Hunham stood in front of all 9 of us. 5 boys from Barton and 4 girls from Wickline. Much to my surprise, he was there.

Angus Tully.

We had met 2 years ago at a winter fundraiser. I had been serving drinks for the patrons when Angus waltzed over. From then on, the nature of our relationship was afflicted by our teenage hormones. Every time we saw each other it was a display of lingering eye contact and flirty comments. I never knew if he was serious.

"There will be no fornication, no hanky-panky, no coupling. So help me god, if any of you even stand one inch too close I will make you sleep in the snow." Hunham's voice boomed. He leaned forward, scooching a girl and a boy away from each other.

Angus and I locked eyes for a moment. He furrowed his brows for a second, as if he was confused at my presence. Then he smirked.

"Now, it is time to fuel your young brains with knowledge!"

A chorus of groans erupted from us.

We sat separated. Boys on one side of the study room, girls on the other. Hunham sat in the corner overlooking all of us. A lack of interest fogged all of our minds. Everyone was kind of just looking at their books instead of actually reading.

I glanced up. From across the room, a boy with long dirty blond hair waved at me. I think his name was Jason. He was pretty cute. I waved back, a small smile playing on my lips.

A curly-headed Angus turned around, head snapping between me and Jason. He rolled his eyes and shook his head.

Later on, we got to spend some time away from studying. We had all grouped together, walking through the snowy woods. Two of the other girls had cozied up next to Kountz. I was collecting fallen pinecones from the ground.

"What brings you here? Kingdom banished their princess?" A voice chuckled from behind. My head flicked around. Angus leaned against a tree, wielding a branch as a sword.

I scoffed, walking up to him. He gazed down at me in amusement. A grin covered his face. A grin that royally pissed me off. I shouldn't have taken it so seriously; but the rage inside of me, which was previously set to simmer, was now boiling; and Angus Tully was stirring the pot.

"I could ask the same about you, asshole. Did your family wish upon a star for you to go away?" I spat. His amusement shrunk, turning into a nasty frown.

"Hey, guys."

The both of us turned around, facing a chirpy and oblivious Jason. He flashed a smile at me.

"Hi!" I shoved Angus with my shoulder as I trudged through the snow to the jock. "Jason, is it?"

From behind, in a small mocking tone, Angus whispered, "Jason, is it?" He didn't know when to stop, did he?

"Do you want to play football with me?" Jason patted the ball in his hand, handing it out to me.

"Sure!" I nodded excitedly.

"Do you even know how to play?" Angus muttered. He had a permanent sour scowl on his face.

"You don't have to project your inabilities, Tully." I flashed a fake smile. "Or, would you like to join us?"

He crossed his arms. His nose was red, making him look like an extremely unhappy Rudolph.

"I'm fine." He mumbled, turning his back to us and walking over to the younger boys.

Needless to say, I was confused. We would have playful fights, yeah. But, this wasn't playful at all. I almost felt bad for him. Jealous, much?

We weren't official. I wasn't even sure if he knew we had a thing going on. Either way, it just wasn't time for anything serious. Jason was sweet and dumb enough for a quick dose of validation.

For the rest of the time spent outside, Jason and I passed the football around. He was fun and extremely hot. I mean, he was the type of attractive that turned Wickline Academy into a slip n' slide. But other than that, we had nothing in common. He was this flamboyant display of brawn and I found spelling bees fun. Every so often, I'd catch Angus staring at us from the other side of the courtyard.

Soon enough, Hunham called everyone in for dinner. We were actually allowed to sit beside each other. It felt like an awkward family dinner. Except we weren't family. So, it was more awkward.

Jason was already sat, so I decided to take my opportunity and sit beside him. He was chatting it up with one of the other Wickline girls. I huffed, slouching in my seat.

"Is this seat taken?" A familiar deep voice spoke from my left. Oh, great.

Angus hunched down, pulling the chair out and sitting himself down. He had a mischievous smirk plastered on his face. He leaned close to me, an uninterested look on his face. I could feel his breath on my cheek.

"What's wrong, princess?" He licked his chapped lips.

"You're here. I'd rather have a block of coal." I grunted.

Angus narrowed his eyes at me, before fluttering his lashes. He held his hand to his heart, "You flatter me."

I stuck my tongue out at him, toying with the napkin in front of me.

"So, Jason? Really?" He whispered inconspicuously. Mary set plates on the table, earning a small 'thank you' from him. "Didn't know you could stoop so low."

"I liked you, didn't I."

"Liked?"

His brows raised, a shocked expression on his face. All his wittiness had vanished in the blip of a moment. He averted his gaze to his plate of food. His curls hung over his face.

Of course, I didn't mean that. But he didn't know that.

I opened my mouth to speak, but at that point Hunham slammed the table for something Kountz had said.

For the rest of the dinner I kept my eye on him, he would poke and nudge his food with his fork but never actually take a bite. We didn't talk for the rest of the day.

The following morning everyone joined Jason on his family trip. My dad wasn't too keen on the idea of me spending an entire holiday with boys.

In the end, it was me and Tully. It was weird between us. The days were quiet. There were many times that I tried to apologize, but he would always run off or turn away every moment I tried.

I was sat in the kitchen with Mary Lamb, helping her bake brownies for a Christmas party. I mixed the dry ingredients, gritting my teeth as I thought about everything. It felt like my world was crumbling.

"You alright there, sweetie?" Mary questioned. She was cutting potatoes for the next day's dinner.

I groaned.

"Everything sucks. This wasn't where I planned to be. I didn't plan to be here today or to be in this stupid black hole that my life is." I whisked angrily. Some of the mixture spilled over the side of the bowl.

"Some of this gotta' do with that Tully boy?" She whistled. "I've seen the way y'all act."

I blushed slightly, "Yeah. I guess-. . . I said something i didn't mean. But, I don't get why he's so upset. We don't have anything real going on between us."

"Do you want something real?" Mary put down her knife. I poured the mix into a pan.

Do I want something real with Angus? In the last two years, I hardly learned much about him. We had covered up any real connection under flashy and casually insulting romance.

What had I learned about him? He is Angus. He's a pinch too loud in a quiet room. He walks like a newborn giraffe. He manages to piss everyone off in a 2 mile radius.

But with every taunt and quip he'd deliver, there was that toothy grin accompanying it. There were small moments where he would help the underclassmen with their assignments; and he always found time to find me.

I hadn't even given him a chance of thought. Dread filled my heart, overflowing into my veins like a dam had just broke.

"Would he even want anything?" I leaned on the palm of my hand, glancing outside the window. The snowfall landed softly on the windowsill. It reminded me of the first time he walked up to me.

.

.

.

"Is there any alcohol in this?" A boy with shaggy brown hair pointed. His pants were too short, as if he had just had a growth spurt overnight.

"Does fruit punch fuel your system?" I offered a cup. My nails were coated with pastel polish.

"I'm more of an apple juice kinda guy." He tugged on his loose tie. "I'm Angus."

"I'm Y/N".

"Do you wanna smoke a cigarette behind the bleachers?" The kid asked.

"I don't have a jacket." We looked outside the window. It was evening. The snowfall was heavy. We could hardly see past the courtyard.

"Take mine." He shrugged his jacket off, holding it in his trembling hands. His brown eyes were completely widened in awe. I took the jacket from his grasp, putting it on.

"Thanks Angus!" I chirped. "Come on, before they notice we're gone."

I grabbed his hand, interlocking our fingers. His hands were cold and clammy. But, funnily enough, so were mine. We ran outside, hiding under the bleachers as we joked about our classmates.

.

.

.

"Baby, all I know is he's going through as much as you are right now. You'll never know unless you try."

Mary's voice lingered in my head as I got dressed for the party. She was right. I had lost so much control in the last 3 months of my life. I was not going to let this pass me by. I was going to spite my way into Angus's heart.

In the car, Angus fought to sit in the passenger seat. Ultimately, Mary glared at him with such authority he cowered and clamored into the backseat with me. Instantly, he folded his arms and turned to look out the window.

Okay, this is fine? This is fine. I'll just sneak him aside at the party and fix this. I didn't want Hunham and Mary awkwardly listening in while I confessed my undying admiration for him.

We were greeted at the door by Miss Crane. She welcomed us happily. I looked around. This place was packed. Christmas music flew around the house like a jolly paper airplane.

"Y/N, can you take these to the kitchen please?" Miss Crane gave me the brownies we had baked. I glanced at Angus, who already looked out of place.

"Sure!" My lips pressed together into a thin line. I hurried over, having to pause for houseguests to step aside and move out of the way. This place was a goddamn maze. My forearms grew sore as I searched aimlessly. Then, like a glowing light at the end of the tunnel, I saw the kitchen. I practically threw the platter onto the counter.

When I returned back to the door, everyone was gone. How hard could it be to find a 6-foot tall teenager? I scooched and muttered 'excuse me' way too many times to count. After some asking around, I had made my way to the basement.

There were kids coloring and gluing crafts on a big round table. Others run around with plastic wands and swords. I was nearly stabbed by one of the children. Then I saw something I wish I didn't have to see.

Angus and a brunette locked lips in a corner of the basement. I completely and utterly froze. The dread that had consumed me earlier had solidified and left me still like a heartbroken fossil. They leaned away, and the girl caught my eye.

"Oh, hello! I'll be right with you!" She chirped. She had a blush on her face. My blood boiled. Angus's head whipped around. His eyes widened. He analyzed my face for any sign of a reaction. I closed my eyes and took a composing breath. I whipped around, stepping back up the stairs.

"Y/N! Give me one second." His steps boomed up the stairs behind me. "Come on, slow down."

I stepped out into the cold night. I tried to slam the front door behind me, but Angus shoved his foot between the gap.

"Ow. Really?" He mumbled. He grabbed my arms and stopped me in my tracks. "Y/N. Please."

I kept my back to him. I couldn't look at him. Would his face have that same blush she had? Would his lips be pink? Would he look happy? He sighed, jogging in front of me. He towered over me, a concerned look on his face. He looked almost devastated.

"What's wrong?" He mumbled.

"What's wrong?" I repeated, raising my voice. "You were sucking the life force out of that girl!"

"You're overreacting." He flung his arms in the air. Angus chewed on his lip anxiously. "Plus, last time I checked, why should you care? You were getting real cozy with Jason."

"That wasn't anything." I scoffed.

"Were we anything?" He whispered. His eyes had reddened, tears threatening to stream out.

"What?"

"You said you liked me." Angus whimpered. "What happened? Did I do something?"

"No." I blurted. "You did nothing. I-. . . I was just angry, Angus. I didn't mean that."

He stayed silent. The snow got caught on his curls. He looked more gorgeous than ever. It felt like we had snuck out to the bleachers all over again. Fuck it.

"Jesus, Angus. We have to stop being complete fucking idiots." I covered my face and groaned into my hands. "It's not a surprise that I like you. You think I would still be talking to you after 2 years if I didn't absolutely fucking adore you? I'm angry that everyone else is leaving me and I don't want you to either. I don't want you to disappear. I need you. I've needed you ever since we smoked together for the first time. I was just too fucking dumb to realize it. I need you to realize it too. I need you to realize Jason has nothing to offer me. "

His eyebrows raised slowly. I stared at him with wide eyes as I caught my breath.

"Was that weird? I'm sorry if-"

Angus cut me off by crashing his lips into mine. He had cold lips, but the feeling it gave me sent warmth throughout my body. His arms wrapped around my waist as we stumbled backwards. My back thudded against a wall as Angus pushed closer against me. I tangled my fingers into his hair, pulling the strands of hair slightly for any sense of stimulation. His chest pressed against mine and I could hardly breathe. But neither of us pulled away. He pushed his tongue into my mouth with fervor. Little grunts escaped his lips.

The slam of the front door pushed us away from each other. A guest waved goodbye to whoever was on the porch, oblivious to our raunchy escapade. Our gazes flicked back to each other. We both had that 'deer in headlights' look. The two of us burst into laughter. Angus threw his head back cackling.

"Seems like you had a practice." I remarked.

"Shut up."

"Too soon?" I grimaced. He nodded. His hands traveled up to my face, caressing my cheeks. His fingers were crusted over with a green pigment. "Why the fuck are your fingers covered in paint?"

"Oh shit, sorry. Fingerpainting." Angus pulled his hands back, stuffing them into his pockets. His lips were red and slightly wet.

"I have one question." I prodded.

"Hm?"

"Do you like me?"

Angus rolled his eyes, "I just sucked the complete life force out of you. When are you gonna stop being a complete idiot and realize I like you?"

"Touché." I smiled. A heartwarming smile covered his face. He leaned forward, planting a small peck on my forehead, before resting his chin on my head.

I wrapped my arms around his torso. Once again, that familiar memory popped into my head. I felt the same warmth from 2 years ago. This time it wasn't a cigarette. It was Angus. And suddenly it all felt worth it. Every bit of anger. Every bit of sass. Every bit of jealousy.

"So, are you gonna kiss me some more or do I need to get you a brain for Christmas, scarecrow?"

"So needy, princess."

[decaffeinatedcandycane]

Soap in love vs Simon in love

These are random ideas and do not follow the concept Soap will do this, so Simon wouldn't. Just random chaotic thoughts I had.

Its 4 am, I am tired. Is it coherent? eh.. Mistakes, yes. Checked, eh... Autocorrect - unfortunately.

Soap in love is like a puppy who found his favorite toy in the store, constantly jumps and circles around it, but doesn't pick it up.

He will be around you all the time and test your patience, but makes you think he is just bored. And you buy it, cause it's Johnny, friendly Johnny, flirty Johnny, just joking Johnny.

Johnny is a pest.

"Bonnie, you in here?"

*women yelling for him to get out

"Soap get out of the woman's bathroom"

"Wanna facetime?"

"Leave"

"Alright, alright. But-" *barely dodges a heel hurled at his head* "Such uncivilized ladies up in here. I was at the door the entire time. Not even inside. Just the tip, eh. hehe"

He did get an earful by Price and few nasty looks from some ladies. Oof

...

Soap in love is cheesy, but like a friend, eh

"Bonnie, want some pasta?"

"Asking me out again, sergeant?"

"What? NO! Never happened" *que little stutter and blush* "You can't prove anything" *cute ass scottish pouting "Anyway, want some homemade gourmet pasta?"

"Why is there only one piece?"

*deadpan look on his face "Cause you are the only one for me, hen" *toothy grin

...

Soap is "super" secretive about his feelings. Nobody but the entire team knows he has a crush on you.

His face when he is around you resembles a kid in a candy store. And he turns stupid, too.

Forgets what he is doing and focuses on you, obsessing over the thoughts that plague his mind. So far, you taste great in his opinion. But, like a friend, eh

One time he walked out in the middle of the meeting, without saying a word to already fuming Price and followed you to your desk.

You, obliviously thought he used you to get out of the meeting and avoided the captain like the plague, who gave you the stern dad Price look for an entire week.

...

Soap in love is a bit of a show off.

"Hey, bon"

"Soa...Why are you shirtless?... And don't you have someone else to pest today?"

"Excuse me? This is comfortable. And I don't pest."

"Sureee. And you are shivering."

"Nervous"

"Thought you can't be, being Scottish and all."

"Of course" *que proud Scottish stare surprised he didn't start singing the national anthem this time

"Its winter and the AC is busted. Please, dress"

*quietly "Okay." "But you like-"

"Put on a shirt!"

...

Eventually you will either have a bad day or tell him you are tired of his energy and him bugging you every day.

He will sulk, pout, maybe even bite (if he gets offended and he will. He has a thing about people judging him for his energetic nature) but unlitimately get the courage to kiss and fuck you somewhere secluded. Yeah, Soap kind of goes all out. Baby boy gets impatient. With him one thing quickly leads to another.

Soap does whatever he thinks you like and whatever he can to impress you. This is his game. It's funny, cute and a bit odd.

...

Simon in love is a jackass. I am sorry, but your baby skeleton emo boy is a bitch.

He will say the rudest, driest jokes known to mankind. You laugh, not because of the joke, but because it makes everyone in the room quiet and uncomfortable, with just a few laughs. And he knows that! He just likes fucking with people.

He will give you a hard time to see you fussy. It will be the little things. He loves seeing your angry face and imagining you look similar when you are under him.

...

Simon in love is direct. Like some weirdo.

"Y/N"

"Lieutenant"

"What men you like"

"..."

"Or women?"

"Not today"

*you turn to leave while Simon stays in the same spot, intensely staring at you.

He does that sporadically, so you never know if he is usually that direct, or he just likes to annoy you.

...

Simon in love is outward dirty. Nobody pays attention to that, it's the army, but you do, because everytime he says something dirtier he looks at you with a weird glint in his eyes.

You swear the mf chuckles under that mask.

Simon makes sure to drop a dirty comment when you are both alone then watch you pretend to ignore him.

...

Simon in love is touchy. He itches to put his hands on you and whenever he can, he does.

If he helps you with something heavy, he makes sure to brushes your hand, maybe even hold it for a little while.

Instead of getting an item for you, he offers to lift you up, just so he can put his hands around your waist and imagine he is lifting and lowering you onto something else.

He loves caging you in your chair, both of his hands on your sides, his lips close to your ear. He blows lightly to make you shiver. If you forget your bra, you will lift yourself up a little and give him a visual treat. All while he is pretending to look at the computer screen.

...

Simon in love offers to accompany you places, because stalking you is wrong.

But will stalk you, if you let him. He likes the idea of watching you doing your everyday tasks and maybe join you at some point.

Allow him to be near you and you will never be alone, even in your room - he will be there.

...

Simon in love will do anything for you. And I mean it. You have no idea how hooked he is on you. He decided, before you even spoke to each other, he liked you and if he has a chance he was asking you out.

He is the person who imagines a wedding before talking.

...

Simon in love is a hopeless romantic type of guy. You expect this from Price, Gaz, even Johnny, but never Simon.

He looks like a sharp dude, not a romantic one.

Boy will he surprise you.

Creative dates, you got it. Just look at his Pinterest board.

...

Simon in love is a craftsman. He Nora Smith's most of his shit. The first time he made you a bracelet you though he bought it from a jewelry store. That man is no joke.

[httpisaoki]

model! ningning x stylist! reader

(part of the billionaire! aespa series)

-> short drabble thingy cuz VERSACE NINGNING SAVE ME?!

you had been her stylist for quite a while now, taking care of her outfits and styling her the way any model could dream for. now, in ning's flirty and confident nature, it wasn't wrong to flirt a little right?

people would notice the look of pure happiness on her face whenever she saw you, hell, even you noticed. maybe she did have a tiny feeling that you were attractive, in her eyes, you were perfect. you had a good reputation, known for your impressive styling, being a former model yourself, you had taught ningning the basics when she was just starting. once she realizes her feelings, she would be in denial. i mean, no one could even reach her standards-- but how did you manage to get her flustered?

after pfw 2024, where she had walked the runway, she came back into the styling room with steam practically over her head. you wondered what got her so stressed, her eyes cold and angry. her mutters of, "That asshole shouldn't have said that," and multiple curses followed by a name, hyunjin. it amused you to think what could have hyunjin, one of her many persistent admirers in the industry, done to make her so upset. As she ranted in a fit of rage, completely forgetting she had an interview in less than 20 minutes, you stood there listening to every word, every emphasis on her anger towards the man. "ningning, deal with him later, okay? I need to get you dressed." you softly said, rubbing her wrist with your thumb as a sign of assurance. in a matter of seconds, her gaze turned soft, almost forgetting why was she so angry.

it was what she liked about you, your calmness, how you managed to make her laugh even if you only saw her for short times.

she nodded, embarrassment in her eyes as she realized that she had been rambling. "yeah, sorry about that." she muttered, a sheepish smile on her lips.

you gave her a look of amusement, chuckling at the sight. seeing her sheepish smile was adorable, and the fact that she had so much trust in you, was better. "it's alright, you just focus on your interview." you softly replied, patting her shoulder.

while you were getting her outfit together, you took the chance to ask her, "so what exactly did hyunjin do that got your blood boiling like that?"

she took a moment to gather her thoughts, before finally answering. "he's just… really annoying, you know? he keeps insisting that I should go out with him, but I keep refusing him. it's getting to the point where he's acting like we're dating to the press,"

she groaned, rubbing the bridge of her nose in frustration. not only was hyunjin one of those persistent suitors, he was getting aggressive with his flirting, which had her blood boiling, and she just needed some way to release it.

you couldn't help but to feel pity for her, hyunjin was a known playboy, and she was clearly tired of him and his antics. the fact he was going so far, just to get the attention of one of the industries most well-known models, was funny.

it was getting him nowhere, and that was a good thing. "why won't he stop? does he really think this is going to get the attention of a girl as famous as you?" you asked with a laugh, trying to lighten the tension a bit.

"he really thinks he has a chance," she replied with a scoff, "he said he's going to take me out on a date after today, and when I said no, he said that the public deserves to know our 'date'." she rolled her eyes, her cheeks slightly flushed in annoyance. "he thinks I'm his girlfriend when I've already told him no multiple times. I just… I really dont know what he's thinking."

you hummed, scoffing at his ego. "I know it must be hard, but you do know that you can always report him to your agency and whatnot?" you give her a comforting smile, leaning closer to your lips before adding some blush onto her face. "he may think that he's all that but it's extremely annoying that he thinks that you'd actually like him." you rolled my eyes, fury in my eyes, making her chuckle.

her lips curved into a smile, she didn't expect you to be so protective over her, not when she was the model and you were the stylist. the fact he was so persistent, and how he had the audacity to call her his girlfriend infuriated her, especially when you were the one styling and taking care of her.

her gaze fell onto your lips, taking a moment to admire them before looking away. in that moment, all those times you helped her were all that kept rushing in her mind. she didn't expect to get infatuated with her stylist, but there she was.

as she stared down, her thoughts became interrupted as she suddenly felt her cheeks burning hot, realizing you had put blush on her. she gave a small giggle, trying to act like she was fine and normal, like you weren't noticing how attractive she was finding you. her heart was pounding as, out of nowhere, a spark of curiosity sparked in her mind. "c-can I tell you something..?" she murmured slowly.

"yes? of course," your reply was quick, wanting to know what she had to say. it may have been her first time asking you permission to say something, and you couldn't help but to feel your heart skip a beat. you could feel heat rise in your cheeks, making it slightly hard to hide a smile. you waited patiently for her to speak.

she paused, taking a moment to really think of how she wanted to say this. her eyes glanced to the side, her cheeks flushing as her heart raced. "what if i told you that i had a confession.." she spoke softly, the words catching in her throat as she struggled to get them out. she couldn't believe she was actually going to confess, especially after months of just ignoring her feelings. her heart was beating out of her chest, all while her mind screamed at her to do it, say it.

ningning hesitates, not sure on what to say, which in her point of view, was getting ridiculous because why was she so nervous? she breaks the silence with a sigh, a slight pause before finally saying:

"what if i told you that i liked you?"

[kitashousewife]

sakusa doesn’t mind errands.

it makes him feel a little more accomplished, crossing things off of the to-do list. big or small, it gives him a chance to get out and enjoy himself, maybe even indulge on something new.

today is a day he would consider almost perfect. he’s grocery shopping through what feels like an empty store, listening to music while he weaves through the isles. this is his last stop of the morning, after the post office and the gym, and he’s ready to go home.

sakusa slows his cart to a stop when he reaches the last isle, eyes skimming the shelves for some fabric softener before he can head home.

a tap on his shoulder makes him just about shout in the store, the physical feeling of a record scratch makes his body jolt.

“e-excuse me?”

“yes?”

“h-hi,” you pull your hand away slowly, staring up at him with a rather nervous look on your face.

“hello.”

“sorry, i just,” you sigh, turning back to the shelves again. “what fabric softener do you recommend?”

at first, sakusa thinks you’re kidding. he tries to think if he’s ever been asked that in his life.

ever since his career took off, he’s had people stop him for numerous things. photos, autographs, cheap excuses at getting a few flirty comments in, you name it. this is a new one.

“u-uh, i guess it depends on what you’re looking for.”

you hum and nod, eyes still fixed on the bottles in front of you.

“something that smells good and leaves my clothes feeling soft i guess, but not something cheap and perfume-y, you know?”

sakusa absolutely does know, having gone through this same thing. he reaches forward, grabbing a familiar bottle and holding it out for you.

“this one’s good, not too expensive but still has a good smell.”

you turn to the stranger, only now realizing who you’re talking to. you’ve seen his photos, his instagram, and you’ve watched a handful of his games. your eyes widen for a second, but you give him a smile.

“thanks! ill try it out. i trust you,” you place the bottle in your basket and wrack your brain for something else to say.

“you’re welcome,” he mumbles, grabbing a bottle of his own. you’re about to walk away when he decides to speak up. “i hate having to find new products like this, so i’m happy to help.”

you smile wide, turning to face him again with a relieved expression. “right! it’s like as soon as you start to use something regularly, it completely stops working!”

he gives you a small smile and nods.

“i had the same thing with the bathroom cleaner i was using a couple weeks ago. i still haven’t found a replacement.”

sakusa is not one for small talk. he thinks it’s a waste of time, and something that typically makes him uncomfortable. but for some reason, here he is, blabbing about different cleaning products to some stranger.

a very pretty one at that.

“let me return the favor,” you spin around to the shelves behind the two of you, searching for something while a pop hit plays faintly in the background. you grab a spray bottle and hand it towards him. “this one’s great. one of the few things that hasn’t failed me in a while.”

sakusa smiles, and he can feel his cheeks turning pink. this feels so unfamiliar yet natural at the same time, and he’s having trouble keeping up.

“thank you,” he looks back at his cart for a second, suddenly feeling a little more shy than before. you sense this and give him a small wave.

“i hope you enjoy it! and thanks again for the help. i can now wash my clothes in peace.”

he nods and gives a small wave in response. you begin to walk away, and sakusa feels his heart beginning to race. he debates between following you and walking the other direction for a moment or two.

“w-wait,” he reaches towards you, but you’re just a bit too far. thankfully you stop, and sakusa feels relieved. “could i get your number?”

stunned with his new-found outgoing behaviors, he almost doesn’t hear you when you agree, only registering what’s going on when you hand him your phone. he takes it carefully, inputting his number quickly and handing it back to you with rosy cheeks.

he goes home that day with a giddy feeling in his tummy, hoping you text him back. when his phone buzzes later that evening with a photo of your folded laundry and a thank you, he feels a bit more confident and thankful for stepping out of his comfort zone.

[rendy-a]

Hi, uhh I'm not really used to requests?

If you could do like a Self-aware TWST headcanons/fic idk

Like of the first years or Cater or.. Lilia idk

Thank you ♥︎

I feel like the theme here is both boys just seem to know too much about you.  They are so skilled at figuring out all your business and doing it in a way that leaves you oh so unaware.

He low-key cyber-stalks you online.  It’s easy for him because he probably helped you set up all your socials and knows the passwords.  Not that he intends to do anything BAD with that info.  He just likes to keep up with what’s going on in your head.

Ok, so maybe he sometimes deletes your DM’s.  Trust him, Player, you didn’t want to see that message anyway.  Some people just don’t understand boundaries!  He’ll tell that flirty Savanaclaw B you aren’t going on a date.  Or that slimy Octavinelle C that you aren’t interested in that sort of deal!  Just leave that unpleasant stuff to your Cay-Cay!

If you actually want help running your socials (you popular Player, you), then he is your guy!  Just tell him what sort of vibe you are trying to develop, and he’ll totes take care of it.  Approachable food vlogger?  Edgy fashion vlogger?  Slice of life daily vlogger?  Anything you want goes!  Cater is more than happy to accompany you on any of these trips to be your camera man (and maybe someday more?)

The click of the camera shutter sound effect on your phone indicated Cater had finished taking your picture with the tart you ordered at the café in town.  You set your fork down and noticed Cater smiling at you.  “What?” you questioned him with a smile.  He laughs lightheartedly, “Oh nothing much, you just have a bit of cream there.”  You gasp and reach for your napkin to clean yourself up.  “No wait!” Cater says as he grabs your hand, “This is actually a perfect opportunity.  Let’s get a pick like this too.  You look totes adorable like this!”  You embarrassingly allow Cater to direct you into a pose featuring both the tart and your messy lips.  The camera sound comes again and you hurriedly set the fork down and wipe your face before Cater can suggest a re-shoot.

You only hope no one else has seen you being so foolish.  You look around carefully and cringe to see that most of the café patrons are watching you eat.  Being the famous Player was certainly a form of celebrity you hadn’t anticipated.  When your eyes settle on a table of students from NRC, one of them holds your gaze and jumps to his feet, “Oh!  Oh!  Hey there, Prefect!”  You smile awkwardly and wave unenthusiastically.  “Oh, hey,” you meekly reply.

This is all the encouragement he needs to stand and approach your table.  “It’s so nice seeing you around the town like a normal student,” he gushes to you.  “Well, that’s what I am.  Just a…totally normal student,” you finish lamely.  He beams back at you before getting a sheepish expression, “Oh and I’m sorry about the other day.  I didn’t realize how much I was imposing on you.  I should have known you’d be busy!”  You look at him with wide-eyed astonishment until Cater slides into the conversation to suggest the NRC student return to his own table.  “I don’t remember ever meeting that guy,” you mumble quietly to Cater, “what was he going on about?”  Cater pats you gently on the back, “Who knows.  Maybe he just thought you were closer than you were.  Some guys just don’t know when they aren’t wanted, ya know!”  Then he slides and arm around you, “Don’t feel bad though.  Your guy Cay-Cay will always be at your side to tell them off for you.”

Whenever you have a question or need some information, its only natural that you go to Lilia for guidance.  He always seems to know just what you need!  Sure, some part of that is because he follows you around everywhere and can easily anticipate what you are looking for.  Then he has time to research until he allows you to locate him to ask for his knowledge.  That isn’t being manipulative, that is called being wise!

Ok, fine.  Sometimes he creates situations that cause you to need him as well.  To be fair, he is a fae and they are known to have a habit of mischief-making.  He is just indulging in his fae nature, and you can’t fault him for that, can you Player?  I dare you to say that you can when you are looking into his unbelievably large and innocent-looking bat eyes.  Don’t make him shed crocodile tears for you because he will! 

At least it seems like the only situations you are involved in lately are the Lilia induced ones.  Other troubles seem to have found their way somewhere else.  A pointed look from the fae hanging above your head in the shadows is all it takes to make those troublemakers take their argument out of your sight.  To think that they actually thought they could speak to the great Player about such trifles!  Not on General Lilia’s watch!  He’ll come out of retirement just to guard your precious self!

The wind blows through the cracks in the walls of Ramshackle and you hear Grim complain for the tenth time today, “I don’t wanna study now!  The great Grim doesn’t need to look things over every day!  I’ll just cram before the exam and do fine.  Now get outta my way Prefect, I’m going on a tuna run!”  You spread your arms wide, blocking the door even more.  “Oh no you don’t!  We are one student here; your grades are my grades!  I need you to study!”

Grim turns from the door and heads toward the window, as though he might choose to escape by jumping out.  There was an old tree, baren of leaves this time of year, that grew very near that window.  It wasn’t impossible to imagine a cat-like creature, such as Grim, might be able to make the jump to freedom.  You wondered if you should abandon your post as a door-guard to block the window instead when Grim startles and backs quickly away from the window.  You edge closer, alarmed at his reaction, to peer carefully into the night.  You look first at the windowsill and then at the bare branches of the lonely tree outside but see nothing shocking.  A bit of movement catches your eye, and you notice Lilia near the fence of Ramshackle waving over the crumbling stones in an oddly exaggerated and cutesy way. 

You turn back to Grim, “What’s up with you?  There isn’t anything there.”  He looks at you carefully and replies, “Didn’t you see him there?”  You look back out the window and see only Lilia, who is now floating above the fence and reseing his chin upon his hands as he forms them into a heart-shape.  “All I see is Lilia competing with himself for cutest lad in Diasomnia.  What am I supposed to be looking for?”  Grim gives you a look that is both pity and horror.  After a moment of silence, his unusual behavior gets to you.  “Maybe you are working too hard,” you say as you head to the door you’d just been blocking, “Why don’t I go grab you that tuna after all?” 

He gives a sigh and sits back at the desk, flipping open a textbook.  “Just forget about it.  I ain’t in the mood anymore.”  You look worriedly back at him, but he just continues to study.  You sit on the bed for a bit to watch over him, but it isn’t long until you’ve nodded off.  Grim, on the other hand, continues to dutifully study.  Why not?  It’s not like he’ll be sleeping tonight.  Not after the eldritch horror he’s witnessed hanging in the tree outside.  Lilia doesn’t usually employ that level of scare tactic outside of Halloween pranks, but for you, Dear Player, he is willing to make exceptions.

[blingblong55]

To live without- 141 + Alejandro

Based on a request:

Hii can I make a request for some angst?? Maybe the reader having an argument with the TF 141 + Alejandro, inside the car or anywhere resulting to a break up?? Cause I'm a sucker for angst, thankss 🫶

F!Reader, angst, established!relationship, break-ups, cheating (not all)

A/N: This will be in 5 parts

Part 2, (Soap), Part 3 (Gaz), Part 4 (Alejandro), Part 5 (Ghost)

It has been a stressful few months for him, between his job, you, his own safety and yours, let alone the current argument over her. It's why you and he are now in the car, having this argument.

Price:

He decided that since Laswell invited him to dinner with a few other soldiers and agents, why not take you? Besides you and him haven't gone out much since his last deployment, so this is the perfect opportunity. While having dinner at some restaurant, Price and a woman, much closer to his age than you, stroked conversation. He was telling her stories that not once he had told you and of course, his natural flirty state was in the mix. You were talking with Kate and her wife when you saw how close the woman was getting with your boyfriend. So, as one does, you took his hand and he immediately let go of it, not once making eye contact with you.

Kate and her wife saw this and knew it would not end well if the woman was not taken elsewhere. After dinner, you were the first one to leave the establishment. All others inside were either saying their goodbyes or getting acquainted. "yeah, this is my-" he turns to introduce you to some agent only to find your seat empty. Immediately he left too, only to find you in the car, probably telling your friend what was going on. He gets in, " alright, so will you tell me what the hell that was about?" he asks you. You look at him, for a while now he has been distant, so of course you had even more motives to suspect him. "You let go of my hand," your voice soft yet hinting at some hurt his past action left behind.

That was it, the final straw that threw him over the edge, "you fucking walked away from dinner because I didn't hold your hand any longer?!"

"Yes, do you even care how that even looks? I hold your hand all the time at dinners and this was the first time you let go of it because of that woman!"

"Don't you dare bring her into this." by this point some of the wine he had drunk was making its way into his system. "Why not, hm? why did you let go of my hand, John!" your eyes teary, trying to blink them away. "You really think this is all about you? That I intend to hurt you by some little thing like letting go of your hand?!" Your argument is being heard by some people. He knows better, that at dinners or in public when you hold his hand it's because you are trying to calm yourself down, your social anxiety gets the best of you and his hold brings comfort. "...she's just a friend.." he murmurs. And just when you were going to say something, he gets a text, "Will you come over after you drop her off?" he knows damn well you saw it and now he is prepared for the storm. "you are cheating on me?" oh the way your voice cracked and how tears spilt from your eyes. "...sorry," was all he could say. "you let go of my hand because you and this fucking whore have a thing!" back to yelling. "R/n, you are just a fucking pain in the ass! So of course I am cheating on you!" the instant regret once those words left his mouth.

The look on your face as he said them, never to forget the last time he saw that face of yours. And now you are far from him, he alone in his empty house, never to be called home again. Never to be greeted by you and your happy personality, truth be told, he still looks for you in every place he goes.

A/N: Hi, so since I don't want to make this post too long I separated it into parts, who do you want for part 2?

[aclowntiny]

How Seventeen Confess to You (Gender Neutral Reader)

The other 'how they act around their crush' continuation as requested by @art-herog. Hope you enjoy seeing how the boys end up confessing they like you 😄😉

S.Coups

♡ It all starts with a completely innocuous group dinner and walk back from said meal.

♡ It’s nighttime, city lights and moonshine are illuminating your stroll, and a breeze is blowing. A shiver runs down your spine, and Seokmin, who’s walking behind you, notices, peeling off his jacket. “Here, (y/n). Don’t freeze!” You start to take it when you notice Seungcheol pressing a little closer toward you.

♡ “Take mine,” he says, stripping off his coat, “it’s warmer.” Uh, ok? Head tilting in confusion, you take his, too, walking a few more paces with a jacket in one hand, a coat in the other, before handing Seokmin’s back. You were glad to see he looked as lost as you felt.

♡ “Here,” Seungcheol says, voice just above a whisper and a bit deeper than usual, “allow me.” He takes his garment back just long enough to help you into the sleeves, smiling proudly. “Oh, thank you,” you can’t help but flush a bit, “um, was there something wrong with Seokmin’s? Was this almost a prank?”

♡ Seungcheol looks…guilty? For a moment. “No, I just didn’t want to see you in his jacket, I wanted to see you in mine. I like you, (y/n). A lot. So I’m sorry I made things awkward, I shouldn’t have.” “Yes, you should have,” you tell him, reaching for his hand, “because your coat is the one I wanted to wear. Er, in a manner of speaking.” Seungcheol gives a low chuckle, squeezing your hand. “Good. I want people to look at us like a couple.” “Maybe we should get matching coats then!” You burst out, eyes lighting up. Another squeeze, another little laugh. “That sounds adorable.”

Jeonghan

♡ Oopsie doopsie he sort of hears that you like him before he really has a confession plan??? Like sure he was thinking about it, but natural hangups and all. But hearing you get teased about it brings a proud smile to his face and some new thoughts to his mind.

♡ Just once first, he decides to test the waters, doing something friendly but a little flirty with you. When you’re playing a game, he slings an arm around your shoulders and leans in just a little extra close to ask “Wanna be on my team?” The way your gaze shyly averts confirms it…and makes you look so cute, he has to stop himself from pinching your cheek!

♡ Now that he has his answer, Jeonghan has full confidence he won’t scare you away, which was the main worry he had. Making you uncomfortable would have broken his heart, but if you were open to things, well, great!

♡ “Wow,” you gasp, “this garden is really pretty!” “Isn’t it? I drove by it a few weeks ago and knew I had to take you.” You cock your head. “Me? Why me?” “Because it’s the perfect place to ask you out,” he says with that fond smile/smirk combo only Yoon Jeonghan could pull off. And you love it.

♡ “You know what else it’s perfect for?” You ask him. “What?” His brows furrow a bit; he isn’t worried, you look amused enough, but are you planning what he thinks you’re- “This.” And before he can respond, your arms are thrown over his shoulders as you press your lips to his.

Joshua

♡ So the type to woo you. He’ll confess with a gift that he hopes shows his heart, almost like an offering to accompany his question.

♡ He works all evening one day until it’s complete: a set of bracelets kind of like the ones he made for the members, except he wants yours to be even nicer. He uses your favorite colors alternating on one, a little charm of a character you like in that scheme to match, while another is a circle of your favorite flower with your first initial as a bead in the center. Finally, with a smile, he makes a third one, one with a J…just in case.

♡ He’s so bright but gentle the next time you see him, smiling softly as he tells you “(y/n), I have a gift for you.” “A gift? Why?” “Because I wanted to make them for you.” “You made it? Wha-” He just giggles at your cute reaction.

♡ “I remembered you said you like these, right?” You lit up, the sight of it warming Joshua’s cheeks. “Those are my favorite flowers!” “Well, now you have some that’ll never die.” You hold out your hand and he slips the bracelet on your wrist; this time, it’s your turn for a blush. “You’re too sweet, Joshua. These are beautiful.”

♡ “Well, I made them to match you.” “You think I’m beautiful?” “Inside and out,” he replies with a smile, “I was actually wondering if you’d like to go out with me? Couldn’t ask something like that without a gift.” Needless to say, you happily wear the J one from that day on too :)

Jun

♡ The boys had you over quite often, some even joking you were the fourteenth member. A lot of the guys were like brothers to you, especially Mingyu and Dino, who teased you relentlessly.

♡ Jun loved the way you were comfortable with everyone, not being afraid to put them in their place or sass them, but also how well you knew everybody. You knew exactly when to hold everyone back from walking to let Minghao take a photo, you knew who liked what on their pizza, you remembered Vernon’s peanut allergy when you baked for them.

♡ You had become home to Jun and so many of the people he loved most. He could be himself around you.

♡ Being himself including but not limited to the way he now chased you around the dorm, trying to get a doll he was gifted back from you. You held it gently even as you ran, cutting corners but never tightening your grip. Finally, you flopped onto the couch, giving the plushie a loose hug to your chest. Jun jumped on the couch, too, trying to wrest his plushie from you, but we all know how that goes. He’s hovering over you, you’re looking less and less at the plushie or your struggle and more and more into each other’s eyes…and suddenly he’s leaning down, giving your lips a quick, but somehow still deeply affectionate, peck. The plushie dropped from your loosening hand.

♡ He turns red when he realizes what he did, because oh my gosh this is one of our best friends and that could have just made things so weird and… “I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened, I just got caught up in everything I guess. I really like you, but I should have just told you,” he apologizes. You, for your part, just laugh, collecting Jun’s doll off the floor and handing it to him with a kiss to his cheek. “You just did. Don’t worry, it’s mutual.” “Then next time you come over, it’ll have to be for our first date, right?” “You know it.” “Then you can keep the doll until then. He’ll switch off after each date,” Jun tells you, booping your nose.

Hoshi

♡ Definitely one of the members who reaches this moment faster, like having feelings feels great, so why not say something right away? Soonyoung feels big emotions, after all. Does he think about confessing to you or becoming more than friends? All the time. Does he plan a confession? Nope.

♡ This man operates on vibes alone, and man is he feeling the vibes one day when he’s teaching you some dance moves. You got tired, so the pair of you elected to slow it down and do something a little more low-effort.

♡ Once upon a time, you’d been taught the waltz, so you suggest that if Soonyoung wants to keep dancing, and that’s how you end up with his hand at your waist, wrapping one of your own over his shoulder. You guys make a few elegant ‘boxes’ as they call the waltz steps, Soonyoung’s eyes never leaving yours. You’re smiling, have been the whole time, and it’s his favorite sight.

♡ Vibes achieved. Target locked. Soonyoung leans down and kisses you, smiling into it when you kiss back. Your waltz stops, his hand reaching to the small of your back to pull you closer. When you part for air, he looks positively giddy, and you’re sure you look the same. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.” “Well, I’ve been wanting you to do that for just as long.” “How about asking you out? Have you wanted me to do that too?”

♡ “Maaaaybe,” you drawl teasingly, the hand that was on his shoulder sliding down to his chest, “how would you do it?” “Well,” Soonyoung pretends to think, “I would probably sweep you off your feet first!” With that, he shifts his grip on you, plunging you into a dip, your faces inches apart once more. “And then,” his eyelashes flutter, “I would ask if I could take you out.” Wow. “Well, in that case,” you reply, “I definitely wouldn’t say no to that.”

Wonwoo

♡ He didn’t think he’d get this far, but here he is. You’ve stood out to him from the beginning and he knew he was at least kind of interested, but it’s grown more than that. The peace and joy he feels around you isn’t just a passing crush.

♡ Now there’s just the matter of acting on that. Step one: no big fuss. You guys aren’t in high school anymore. Step two: absolutely no way in the world are the guys going to be anywhere close to you and Wonwoo when this happens.

♡ Wonwoo’s good at directing your conversations despite his quite nature. Ever since he met you, he enjoyed having one-on-one time with you, so he does just that and cuts through the guys’ chaos to find you two a more private corner.

♡ You two are just seated cross-legged and chatting when you bring up a class you saw flyers for. “It’s a stained-glass workshop, one for beginners, and I just thought it seemed really neat, like I never really thought about making stained glass before but now it’s been on my mind,” you pose. “Well, let’s go, then,” Wonwoo replies simply.

♡ “Let’s…?” You trail off, pausing for a moment as your frown softens into a small smile. “You want the two of us to go?” Wonwoo nods. “I think it sounds like a great first date, what about you?” “Me, too. That’ll be perfect.”

Woozi

♡ It takes a while for him. He wants to be sure he doesn't just have a crush on you, he really truly has feelings for you. Is it fair to you with the way he lives to be in a relationship? Is there any chance at all you'd even feel the same?

♡ But then one day you make a suggestion for one of his songs, seemingly just a simple offhand thing in your mind, but it cements something, whether it's that you two make a good team or simply the way his heart can't help but react to you.

♡ It feels less genuine to set up some dramatic moment, though, so Jihoon’s goal is for the conversation to flow that way naturally, segueing into an honest discussion.

♡ Thus, he thanks you for your suggestion, saying it was perfect and in return, he owes you a coffee. You insist it was just an offhand idea, but he insists back and after some back-and-forth that has you giggling over your phones, you meet. “I guess we make a pretty good team,” you comment as you discuss the change. “Yes,” he smiles, “we do. And about that, well, I’ve been thinking. I understand if you don’t feel the same, but, well, I just wanted to tell you that you have an amazing mind. The way you look at the world is new, refreshing, inspiring. Having you around has felt like I’ve been given new eyes. I…I really like you, (y/n).”

♡ “I like you, too, Jihoon!” You exclaim. “So I guess we really are a team now?” He flushes, but nods, a blissful look on his face. “I guess so.” Wow, he thinks, that wasn’t so bad after all! All that’s left to do now is think about the perfect date for you.

DK

♡ Honestly, he is totally the type to swallow his shyness when he wants to, so he goes for a direct but really cute plan. Like, even if it’s scary he will always Do It For The Bit™, y’all.

♡ The problem is it involves a very specific situation so some setup is required, as well as cooperation on your part that you aren’t aware you need to take part in. So he starts by putting his prop out and not-too-obviously trying to direct you to it.

♡ You notice the puzzle on the table, but it doesn’t immediately pull you in because there’s thirteen guys and like five hilarious conversations going on in the room too.

♡ Eventually, though, Seokmin convinces you to do it with him, not that it takes much because it’s so cute how eager he is to put together a random puzzle with you??? As you’re almost done, he puts in another piece, then looks up at you and says, “You know, this puzzle reminds me of you.” “A…locomotive train?” You reply, glancing down at the picture you guys are forming. “No,” he shakes his head with a grin before continuing in a cute voice, “you’re the missing piece!”

♡ You can’t help but smile and giggle at that. “Does that mean…” “That I like you? It sure does.” “Well that’s good, because I like you too.” His hand falls over yours, resting it gently on the table. “Can I take you on a date, then?”

Mingyu

♡ Definitely one of the most straightforward conversations right here. Like, in his mind that’s how it works??? He wants to date you, so he asks you out?????

♡ But he still wants to do it semi-privately or at least have it be sort of a moment, so he asks you to grab lunch with him. That way he gets you one-on-one, no pressure, just a genuine answer.

♡ He isn’t even nervous, just giddy, and that’s what you notice when you arrive- just how extra happy to see you he seems. He’s extra complimentary, too, telling you how nice you look.

♡ TBH you’re getting vibes already, so you just sort of ask Mingyu what’s going on. “Was there something you wanted to talk about?”

♡ “Yes, as a matter of fact, I wanted to officially ask you on a date.” “Isn’t this one?” You ask with a laugh. He just smiles. Guess you really are interested. “Sure, but you deserve a real one. I’ll take you somewhere really nice.” “I’d love that.” That puppylike smile you loved returns. “Really? Then how about tomorrow night?”

The8

♡ Minghao really got hit with the thought of confessing on the day you watched him paint. The painting was of a couple with a beautiful waterfall backdrop.

♡ It was actually inspired by his parents, but you looked at it with awestruck eyes, telling him it was gorgeous…and also commenting that you’d like to be like that some day, half a couple as lovely and joyous.

♡ From that day on, Minghao can’t stop thinking of the silhouetted couple as you two. He can’t help but feel a wild, almost dangerously ecstatic beat in his chest when he sees you, your form pulling his in like a magnet that’s only getting stronger.

♡ So he invites you on a hike. Nothing strenuous, but a nature walk into the hills on a sunny day, which sounds like an amazing little healing trip to you. Minghao’s joy when you tell him you’d love to is worth even a steep hike.

♡ When you reach the top, you gasp at the sight of a small waterfall. “So the one in the painting isn’t this one, but I couldn’t fly you to China, so this will have to do.” You smile widely at his sentiment. “This is perfect, Minghao.” “You said you wanted the happiness I was trying to capture. Do you think you could find that with me?” It’s sweet, it’s hopeful, it’s everything your heart could have wanted. Pulling Minghao into a hug, you nod. “Of course.”

Seungkwan

♡ Ok, he can’t take it anymore, you’re so amazing and he physically has to tell you. But also that’s, like, the scariest thing ever.

♡ Solution? Seungkwan sits down to record all his feelings in ink, thinning of every detail of you as he writes until the letter is finished.

♡ He puts it somewhere he knows you’ll find it and feels satisfied, because he got it all out, he told you all the things you deserve to hear every day, but if you don’t reciprocate you can pretend like you never got it. No face-to-face pressure on either of you, no actions to regret or bad memories of you rejecting him to his face.

♡ You find an envelope with your name on it, curiosity overwhelming you as you pop the seal, pulling out a single sheet of paper covered in… compliments to you? It’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever read, even doting on things you hated about yourself, making you feel like a star fallen to earth. Wow. Seungkwan really liked you that much? Where was that man? You needed to see him…like, now.

♡ You find him. He turns around with a shy smile, expression widening as you throw your arms around him in a hug. “Well, hello to you too.” “I got your letter,” you tell him, “that was the sweetest thing I’ve ever read.” His eyes widen. “So, you liked it th-” His voice is cut off by your lips on his, trailing into a hum and then a smile that moves with yours.

Vernon

♡ When he realizes how much he likes you, it’s like there’s two separate halves of his brain going off. One’s like oh heck yeah, this is awesome and the other half is like oh shit oh shit.

♡ That’s because there’s one half of him that’s like it’s just liking someone, nothing to stress about, and the other is the deeper, more intuitive and cinematic side of his inner workings that thinks wouldn’t it be neat to have that moment you see on screen?

♡ For a while, he even thinks about giving up because he knows he’s overthinking it, and yet the perfect idea seems to be floating just beyond the reach of his mind.

♡ The chance comes on a day when you’re feeling down. He gives you his hand, pulls you up from where you were seated, face in between your crossed arms. The sight of it breaks his heart, and all Vernon wants is to see you smile again. “Come with me,” he tells you, “it’s no good to think of everything that’s stressful right now.” With that, off you go. You aren’t even sure where you’re going until Vernon leads you into a cat café.

♡ Your troubles do, in fact, melt away as you play with all the cute cats and sip your tea. A smile is playing on Vernon’s face, so you ask him what, and that’s when he says he likes seeing you smile. “I like being the one to cause it, too. Would you let me?” “Are you-” “Asking you out? M-hm. You’re the coolest person I know, and it really hurt my heart to see you sad. I already wanted to confess, but-” “Yes.” His eyes widen in disbelief. “Hm?” “Yes, I would really love to go out with you. You’re the coolest person I know! And the fact that you did all this for me? Well, I think that’s about max boyfriend material, don’t you, Kermit?” You hold up the chubby tuxedo cat on your lap, looking into his eyes and nodding. “Yep, Kermit says you’re a keeper.” Vernon pumps his fist. “Yes!” Both of you devolve into giggles, returning to playing with your cats with the occasional break to gaze into each other’s eyes with a new joy.

Dino

♡ Chan’s confession is going to be AWESOME. It is going to be THE MOMENT. At least, that’s what he tells himself to hype himself up.

♡ He rolls through different plans in his head, like should he do a performance for you? Take you somewhere beautiful and plant one on you?

♡ His actual confession ends up being unplanned, but perfect in his mind. It started when you and the Seventeen boys got together to watch a movie in the dorms, Chan practically rushing to cut Jun off so he could sit next to you. It was so worth it, because you ended up right by him, your sides occasionally brushing, and toward the end you fell asleep, your head lolling onto his shoulder.

♡ Everyone was leaving, the credits long since rolled, and Chan wasn’t sure at first if he should stay frozen. You had to get home, though, so he gently shook you awake, greeting you with a fond smile as you returned to the waking world. He wouldn’t mind seeing that sight more often, Chan reflected as his heart leapt.

♡ “I’m sorry, Chan, I didn’t know I was going to do that-” “Don’t be,” he tells you, eyes soft, “it was cute.” You look away, flustered, with a shake of your head. “There’s no way I looked cute like that.” “Only to someone who likes you as much as I do,” Chan shoots back. “Is that why I always think you’re cute?” You tease back, and Chan knows he’s done for. “Heh, must be. Guess there’s nothing else to do for it but date, huh?” You lean forward, eyelashes still fluttering a bit of sleep off as you kiss his cheek. “Sounds like a good solution to me.” You start to sit up, but he puts an arm around you, lowering back down. “It’s ok. You can stay if you want.” “Good,” you lay your head against his shoulder again, snuggling in, “you’re comfortable.”

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NUMBER ONE GIRL

14. does it ever get lonely? (written)

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"How are we feeling?" Asks Jisung from behind you.

"Like an idiot." Minho has been complaining for the last hour and a half and in all honesty you can't exactly blame him. All the excitement that you felt about performing the song you wrote with Hyunjin vanished as soon as you saw Somi in the same stage you are about to perform.

The worst part is that she's actually a good singer. She chose to cover one of Ed Sheeran's cheesy songs and she nailed it. Her emotions were almost palpable and, for some unknown reason, that makes you feel upset.

You look at Hyunjin and realize he might be feeling just as upset, and maybe even more. His face remains expressionless, but his eyes are almost screaming and begging for this to be over. Throughout the last few days, you have finally seen the real Hyunjin; not his flirty and playful persona, but the sensitive and childish soul that he never seems to let out.

"Come on, move your asses." Minho's voice catches your attention and just then you realize that you're already in front of the mic. He smiles at you. Have you seen him smile before? You're not sure.

Your heart's beating like crazy. You can´t quite tell what you're feeling right now, but it doesn't really matter; you just want to keep feeling like this. And the lyrics just come out naturally; "Found you when your heart was broke..."

The colorful lights, the crowd cheering, your friends singing along; it was like living some kind of dream in which you're like the famous rockstar. People were filming and taking pictures of you on stage and, admittedly, it was funny being on the other side of the camera; you felt exposed but authentic in a way you've never felt before.

Felix is supposed to be in charge of taking photos for the school's magazine and the promotions for the festival, but he seems to be way too entertained staring at Yeji to pay attention to the show. You can't help but smile at the sudden thought that life could never get better than this.

Just when the song was about to end you notice a familiar face in the crowd. The mysterious guy you saw at the cub a few nights ago is smiling at you and you can't help but feel embarrassed about the sudden attention. His friends notice the eye contact and they start teasing him, or that's what you think after seeing 'mysterious guy' yelling at them and laughing.

Finally, the song ends and the guys engulf you in a sweaty hug. Even Minho hugs you and looks as if he's enjoying himself, you've never seen him this alive before, and, just for a moment, you feel like the very first time you saw him in Karina's class: hypnotized. His eyes. His smile. His lips. Everything about him is hypnotizing right now.

And then it hits you... The hug ends and you all go back to your friends. You can hear them cheer and mention something about celebrating but your mind is elsewhere. You don't know why, but you feel scared, and it makes you feel anxious, but that's something you'll worry about after a drink, maybe two.

notes:

hyunjin and yn have a lot of fun together and they definitely decided to get together before the performance just to shit talk their exes

yunjin and chan changed their plans to be there for their friends (and they couldn't find the restaurant they were supposed to go so)

yeonjun is definitely being weird for very stupid reasons

noooow I'm so sorry for taking so long but the plot is finally plotting so i hope you enjoy the ride 🤙🏻

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Leonardo

The leader in blue is taken aback when his first tentative foray into flirting with you is met with a never-before-seen blush. You have always been so forward and confident that he expected more of the same when someone flirted with you. He has to pull back and reassess his flirting strategy.

He quickly finds that he is charmed by it. Finally, a way to get under your skin and make sure that you notice him over everyone else. He also quickly becomes protective over your flusteredness, he doesn’t want to embarrass you too much. (He doesn’t want to share this side of you with anyone else.) So his flirting with you tends to be small moments in private.

Leo spends a lot of time coming up with a nickname that is perfect. Not just anything will do, it has to be tailored to you and to your relationship with him. He knows he’s found the right one when he calls you by it and you hide your face in your hands and start stuttering. He never calls you anything else in private, and you get bashful every time he does. His favorite thing is the shiver it produces when he comes up and gives you a hug while whispering the nickname in your ear.

He ramps up the flirting slowly, pleased when you seem to acclimate a little to his advances. He takes his time, enjoying the process. So it comes as a surprise to him when he finally kisses you and you are surprised. He spent so long making his intentions clear, how could you not understand? This is followed by his first lesson on communication in a relationship.

Once everything is ironed out and the two of you are official, Leo is again surprised when you immediately start flirting back. You are always surprising him. (He never liked surprises, before. Now they add light to his life. You add light.) The two of you are annoying, according to his brothers, with the way you snipe at each other with smirks on your faces. He finds that he likes flirty you just as well as bashful you. Of course, if he does miss your bashful side all he has to do is wrap his arms around you and whisper that nickname in your ear. Never fails.

Raphael

The first time Raph flirts with you is a complete accident. He hadn’t meant to say it out loud. The two of you stare at each other wide eyed for a moment before you bury your face in your hands and he starts stuttering. He doesn’t know how to fix this. Donnie walks in, sees this, and immediately turns around and walks back out. It’s a mess of stutters and blushes and carefully not looking at each other, but you manage to get across that it’s okay, you even liked it.

Raph thinks about that. He thinks about it a lot. You liked it? Does that mean that he has a shot? He thinks about the look on your face before you covered it and decides that he needs to try. So the next time he sees you, he very carefully, very deliberately, drops a line. When your jaw drops and you blush brightly, he feels a satisfaction not unlike when he meets a particularly difficult weightlifting goal. He likes that. He likes it a lot.

Now that Raph knows that you’re into it he gains a lot of confidence. Maybe a little too much confidence. He naturally gravitates towards more physical forms of flirting. He is always quick to do things that show off his strength in your presence. (He is always quick to do that anyway, but more so if you’re there.) If you need some furniture moved, he will be offended if you ask anyone else. You have never been picked up so much in your life. You have never been touched so much in your life.

Every touch sends a little electric shock through you, and it’s overwhelming. Eventually you can’t take what you think is teasing anymore, and you ask him to cool it a bit. Raph is taken aback. He had been so wrapped up in feeling wanted that he hadn’t realized what was happening. “S-Sorry doll, didn’t mean to upset ya. I just like ya so much I got too excited. Won’t happen again.” Hold on. Freeze frame, rewind. He likes you back? That much? Well, that changes things.

The bear hug you receive when you tell him you want a relationship (stuttering the whole way through) settles something in your soul. Now it’s time for the tables to turn. The next time he touches you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, you nuzzle into his hand. His eyes widen and it’s his turn to blush. Every time you reciprocate his touches, he gets flustered. When you initiate a touch? He loses it a little. You’re honestly a little disappointed when he starts to adjust to the reciprocation. However, the smoldering looks and slow smirks that replace his bashfulness are well worth it.

Donatello

He’s a genius, so why can’t he figure out how to approach you? You’re so fun and confident, you make him nervous. But Donnie has never let nerves stop him before, and he’s not going to start now. He does make poor Leo suffer through a lot of practice first. It’s worth it, though, when he does make his move and he gets to witness the soft blush that infuses your face before you hide it behind your hands.

What a fascinating reaction! He wasn’t expecting that. Ever the scientist, he starts to experiment. He figures out what makes you hide your face, what makes you stutter, what makes you have to leave the room and scream into a pillow. He figures it out and he uses it ruthlessly to his advantage. He might lose himself a little in the experiment (and enjoying your reactions) and forget why this whole thing started.

When he refocuses himself, though, he has a comprehensive idea of what affects you the most and how best to get through your defenses to your heart. Once this turtle knows what he wants and how to get it, you don’t stand a chance. It’s precision strike after precision strike. He tends to keep it more private so as not to embarrass you too much, but if the mood strikes him (or you’re just too cute for him to handle), he’ll smirk at you just right from across the room and send you spiraling. Sometimes, in private, he’ll pry your hands away from your face so he can see your pretty face. The tease.

It’s during one such moment when he decides that it’s time to take the next step. Carefully pulling your hands away from your face, he leans in to kiss your nose. (Eyes widen and snap to him, he notes internally as he pulls away a bit. Blush deepens.) Then he kisses you properly. (Oh… static. That’s an interesting reaction from himself. He makes a note to examine that later, when he’s not… distracted…) He is pleased when you begin to kiss him back.

After, when the two of you have discussed what comes next, he admits a little bashfully to the experiment. He’s not expecting you to grin at him. “Well, turnabout’s fair play, right?” It’s your turn to figure out what makes him blush. Unfortunately there’s not much, but that doesn’t stop you. Looking up at him from underneath your eyelashes? He’ll need to clear his throat. Being territorial about being the only one allowed in his space? It’ll lead to him ducking his head and rubbing his neck. The only way you’ve discovered to pull a blush from him, though, is to sit in his lap while he’s working.

Michelangelo

Mikey has, of course, been flirting with you from the very beginning. This means that when he wants to get serious about pursuing you, he’s not sure how to differentiate between his play flirting and actual flirting. Fortunately for him, you give him the clue he needs without him having to try anything… adventurous. Normally you take his play flirting in stride, even flirting back. But one time he gets a little sappy, a little lost in his feelings, and he lets his fondness for you show on his face. The second he sees your reaction, the way you can’t respond and immediately avert your eyes, he knows what he needs to do.

He is absolutely ecstatic that he gets reactions like this out of you. And all he has to do is let you see how he feels? Maybe brush his fingers against your arm as his eyes get impossibly warm? You hide your face with a groan and he grins. He didn’t think it was possible to love you any more than he already did, but this new side of you is proving him wrong. Mikey goes a little crazy with the power and looks to pull that bashful expression from you whenever and wherever he can. He’s a little obnoxious about it honestly.

While he’s not afraid to drop a smoldering look or a fond smile in front of his brothers to see your blush, he prefers to save some things for private. Like how the way he tugs on your sleeves brings a shy smile to your face. Or the wide eyed surprise when he picks you up and twirls you around. (You can’t hide your face because you’re using your hands to hold onto him. That is definitely on purpose.) Or the little giggle he gets when he says something over the top ridiculous. Those are his favorite reactions, and he wants them to be witnessed by him alone.

Eventually he breaks. He’s enjoyed the ‘will they won’t they’ stage, but he’s ready for the ‘they will’ part to start. So he asks you out. It’s second nature at this point to let his love show on his face, and you are overwhelmed. All you can do is nod. Mikey is overjoyed and picks you up and spins around like he has so many times before, but this time your reaction is laughter. And oh, he likes that too. When he puts you down, he doesn’t let go this time. He knocks your foreheads together, the personification of sunshine. The joyous smile on your own face takes his breath away.

Once you and Mikey start dating, both of you are walking on sunshine! The honeymoon phase is nauseatingly sweet, much to the disgust of his brothers. You can often be found staring into each other’s eyes, basking in the other’s affection. Mikey is not used to having someone match his energy like this. The fact that you meet him touch for touch, look for look, affection for affection? It means everything to him. Sometimes words and looks aren’t enough to express that, and he has to wrap you up in the biggest hug he can manage. It heals a hole in his soul that he didn’t even realize he had.

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