#surprisingly spent not too much time on this and almost got it first try

[targarrus]

meow janbun please meow back

[moonstruckme]

please give us another part of gentleman Steve!!! So so sweet I need to see what happens when they confess their feelings for each other or he asks her out on a date !! I can picture him making a big deal out of “doing it properly” - getting her favourite flowers and asking her out super formally

I'm glad you liked it angel! Thanks for requesting <3

part 1

Steve Harrington x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

“Whoa.” You raise your eyebrows as Steve comes around to open your car door, though you’ve already opened it partway yourself. “Chivalrous.” 

Steve rolls his eyes but can’t suppress a smile. You can tease him all you want. He is feeling very fucking chivalrous tonight, and proud of it. 

You’re getting the entire first date experience. Steve picked you up at your house, rang the doorbell and everything—a notable improvement from his teenage self, who would’ve just honked. Your sweet little gasp at the bunch of flowers in his hand confirmed that he’d remembered correctly; azaleas are your favorite. You acted shy and flustered, and Steve had been gallant and as charming as he could manage given how pretty you looked. (You’d think he’d be used to you by now, but no. It seems like he might never stop being bowled over by you.) He’s taken you to dinner—where you argued vehemently against him paying the bill—and now a to movie. 

If he’s lucky, Steve hopes you’ll let him drag you out for ice cream after this, or else sit in his car parked in front of your house and keep talking for a while. You can spend a whole day together, and Steve still won’t want to let you go at the end of it. 

He’s too chicken to put his arm around you as you walk into the theater. He can’t remember ever being this nervous on a date before. Steve wonders if he didn’t really care on all the previous ones, or if it’s just that he cares so much more now, but the difference is palpable. His stomach is in knots. He’s very conscious of his hair, which he’d spent time on before coming to get you only to have you mess it up with a fluff of your hand and a you look nice tonight, Stevie. As you approach the concessions, you’re the brave one, taking Steve’s hand to pull him towards the line you deem shortest. 

“What’re you gonna get?” you ask him. 

“I don’t know.” Steve’s heartbroken when you drop his hand, but he tries to put on a brave face. “What’re you thinking?” 

You nibble your lip. Steve feels like his insides are under attack. “I’m thinking…I can’t decide between something chocolatey and something not. Would you wanna split?” 

“Sure,” he says thoughtlessly. Your lip comes free, and it’s a miracle he doesn’t collapse with relief. “But I want junior mints.” 

You wrinkle your nose, laughing. “You’re fucking sick. Junior mints?” 

“Hey, a lot of girls have approved of my choice of junior mints,” Steve says, then wants to die. Jesus Christ. He could not have said anything dumber. 

Not only to lump you in with all the other girls he’s gone out with, but—he has no idea if you’ll be kissing later. He doesn’t want you to think that he cares, or that he’s thinking about it, even if obviously he’s going to be thinking about it. Steve doesn’t know if you’re the type to kiss on the first date. It’s a weird thing to think about, because he knows you. Steve feels like he knows you inside and out, better than almost anybody, but he has no clue what you’re like on a date.

“Well, maybe you just attract sick freaks who like toothpaste-flavored candy.” You shoot him a sideways look, teasing. “Forget splitting, though. I’ll get my own.” 

“More for me.” Steve shrugs. 

At the counter, you fall into the same argument you had at dinner. 

“Stop,” you laugh, trying doggedly to hold your money out to the cashier while Steve blocks you and counts out his own cash. You’re surprisingly strong when you want to be, but not strong enough to move him. “Steve! This isn’t fair.” 

He can’t help laughing a little with you. “Just leave it.” 

“No! You got dinner, it’s my turn.” 

“I’m getting both.” 

“Since when?” You start trying to reach over him, pleading all the while with the cashier to ignore Steve’s money and take yours. You’re acting crazy; it probably makes Steve even crazier that he finds it cute. 

Steve pays. You’re still fighting with him about it as you walk up the stairs in your theater, looking for seats. Steve starts towards the back of the room, but you shoot him a confused look, detouring towards your normal seats in the middle row instead. Again, he wants to hit himself. 

“This is misogyny,” you whisper as you make your way down the row. “What, you think I have to let you pay for everything just because you’re a guy?” 

“I’m paying because I’m the one who asked you out,” he says. “Not because I’m a guy.” 

You stop. Steve thinks you mean to sit down here—it’s not nearly as centered in the row as you usually like to be, but whatever—but when he starts to lower himself into a seat you grab the front of his shirt, keeping him where he is. 

“Steve,” you say, the shifting colors of some ad casting themselves over your face, “is this a date?” 

Steve’s heart falls through his stomach. 

“I—shit. Isn’t it?” he asks, breathless. He feels like he’s had the air knocked out of him. 

For a stretch of seconds, you only look at him. Your mouth tightens and parts; your brows twitch closer together; your tongue pokes into your cheek. Then you say, “Okay.” 

“Okay?” Steve echoes dumbly. 

“Yeah. I mean…” You shrug, doing that thing where you smile with just a little bit of your mouth and a lot of your eyes that landed Steve with this godforsaken crush in the first place. “It’s nice. I’m glad we’re on a date, I just wasn’t expecting it. But I’m happy.” 

“But you didn’t know,” Steve says. You shake your head. “How did you not know? I asked you if you wanted to go to dinner and a movie on a Friday night.” 

You look at him like he’s lost it. “I thought we were just going to dinner and a movie. We get food and watch movies all the time, don’t we?” 

“Yeah, but not together. Like, dinner and a movie is a thing. It’s a known thing.” 

You appear dubious of this. Steve lets out an appalled breath, sinking down into his seat. 

“What about the flowers? And I picked you up at your front door. When have we ever done that?” 

“I thought you just felt like being extra nice.” You sit down next to him, getting situated with your drink in the cupholder and the popcorn in your lap. “You’re kind of moody, you know.” 

“I am not,” he grumbles. 

“You so are.” You laugh, eyes twinkly in the low light. It softens Steve some. You look at him, and your expression does that shifting thing again, like you can’t quite decide how to feel. “Hey, are you mad at me?” 

“No.” 

“Really?” 

“No, I’m not mad.” Steve reaches an arm around your shoulders, rewarded when you lean into him comfortably. He does mean it; he’s a bit indignant that all of his romantic efforts went unnoticed, but at least you’re here. You’re here, and you’re happy to be on a date with him. Now that you know you’re on one. 

It’s a few moments of easy silence like that before you sit up abruptly. “Oh. Were you trying to go to the back row? Like, as a date thing?” 

Steve’s face flushes hot. He’s grateful for the darkened room. “No.” 

“No, you were right.” You start picking up your snacks, standing from your seat. “Let’s move.”

[littlelamy]

Rafe x Reader request: They’ve been going on a few dates, with Rafe in the hopes to get in in her pants. Rafe has been more of a fuckboy, lots of experience, kicks girls out as soon as it’s done and have they been inexperienced – he’s kicked them out straight away before anything happens, not having any energy to ‘’teach’’. Cue to Reader and him about to get intimate, she confesses to being a virgin and he kicks her out. HOWEVER……he this time feels like absolute shit about seeing how sad she got and realizes he has fallen for her….and he tries to fix it (happy ending)

a/n: thank you for request, hope you like it!!💗

rafe cameron was never one to think much beyond the moment. he didn’t overanalyze his hookups, didn’t question why they always left with messy hair and no promises of a second date. he had a rhythm to his life, and it worked for him. girls came and went, his phone a revolving door of contacts he didn’t even bother saving half the time.

until you showed up.

it wasn’t just that you were beautiful—plenty of girls were. but you had this quiet confidence about you, a way of looking at him that didn’t scream take me home now. you made him work for your attention, your time, your smiles. and god, he wanted to work for it.

the first few dates were surprisingly normal. no wild nights, no sneaky excuses to get you alone in his room. you made him laugh, made him feel something he hadn’t in years—light, easy, like he could just be rafe without any expectations. but tonight, as you sat on his couch, sipping wine and smiling at him in that way that made his chest ache, rafe couldn’t ignore the tension humming between you any longer.

he leaned in, testing the waters with a soft brush of his lips against yours. when you didn’t pull away, he kissed you again, deeper this time, his hands sliding to your waist. you melted into him, your fingers tangling in his hair, and that was all the invitation he needed.

rafe pulled you closer, his hands wandering beneath your shirt, his kisses growing more urgent. but just as his fingers brushed against the clasp of your bra, you stiffened, pulling back suddenly.

“wait,” you whispered, your voice shaky.

rafe froze, his hands stilling as he searched your face. “what’s wrong?”

you bit your lip, looking anywhere but at him. “i… i need to tell you something.”

his heart sank, the worst possibilities flashing through his mind. “what is it?”

“i’ve never done this before,” you said quietly, barely audible.

the words hung in the air, heavy and unexpected. rafe blinked, his mind struggling to catch up. “you mean…?”

“i’m a virgin,” you clarified, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

the room suddenly felt too small, too quiet. rafe sat back, running a hand through his hair as he tried to process. a virgin. you were a virgin. he hadn’t expected that. he hadn’t planned for that.

“shit,” he muttered under his breath.

you pulled your knees to your chest, your voice small. “i’m sorry. i should’ve told you sooner.”

“no, it’s not…” rafe trailed off, shaking his head. “it’s not your fault. it’s just… i don’t think i’m the right guy for this.”

your eyes shot up to meet his, wide with confusion and hurt. “what do you mean?”

“i mean… i don’t think i can give you what you deserve for your first time,” he said, his voice hollow. “you should be with someone who can… i don’t know, make it special or whatever. someone who knows how to handle that.”

the words tasted bitter as he said them, but he convinced himself it was the right thing to do. he wasn’t the guy for you, not for something this big. he couldn’t risk screwing it up.

you stood abruptly, grabbing your bag. “i see.”

“wait—”

“no, it’s fine,” you interrupted, your voice trembling as you headed for the door. “thanks for letting me know where we stand.”

rafe didn’t stop you. he didn’t know how. the door clicked shut behind you, and the silence that followed was deafening.

the guilt hit him almost immediately.

rafe spent the next few days trying to ignore the gnawing pit in his stomach, but it was useless. every time he closed his eyes, he saw the hurt on your face, the way your voice cracked when you said thanks for letting me know where we stand.

he tried to tell himself he did the right thing. he wasn’t equipped for this. he wasn’t worthy of this. but that reasoning felt thinner with every passing hour.

by the third sleepless night, he couldn’t take it anymore.

you weren’t expecting to see rafe when you opened the door. he stood there with a sheepish expression, holding a bouquet of flowers that looked suspiciously last-minute.

“hi,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

you crossed your arms, leaning against the doorframe. “what do you want?”

“i came to apologize.”

“for what?” you asked, your tone sharp.

“for being a fucking idiot,” he said, his words tumbling out in a rush. “i handled things wrong, and i know i hurt you. i didn’t mean to, but i did, and i’m sorry.”

you stared at him, your defenses still firmly in place. “why now?”

rafe sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “because i haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night. because i was wrong to push you away, and i hate that i made you feel like i didn’t care.”

your heart softened despite yourself, but you weren’t ready to let him off the hook just yet. “and what happens if i let you back in? do you just push me away again the second things get complicated?”

“no,” he said firmly, stepping closer. “i won’t. i swear. i just… i freaked out because i’ve never felt this way about anyone before, and it scared the hell out of me. but i’m done running from it. from you.”

the vulnerability in his voice, the sincerity in his eyes, made your resolve crack. slowly, you stepped aside, letting him in.

rafe didn’t rush you after that.

he was patient in a way you hadn’t expected, taking the time to get to know you in ways that had nothing to do with sex. he remembered the little things you told him—your favorite coffee order, the song that always made you cry, the way you liked your eggs in the morning.

and gradually, the walls between you began to crumble.

it was weeks later, on a quiet friday night, that things came full circle. you were sitting on his couch again, your legs tucked under you as you watched a movie. his arm was draped casually over your shoulders, his thumb tracing absentminded circles on your skin.

when you turned to look at him, he was already watching you, his gaze soft and warm.

“what?” you asked, smiling.

“nothing,” he said, his lips twitching into a grin. “you’re just really fucking cute.”

you rolled your eyes, but your cheeks flushed. “shut up.”

he didn’t. instead, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was slow and deliberate. his hand cupped your cheek, tilting your face to deepen the kiss.

this time, when his hands wandered, you didn’t stop him.

“are you sure?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

you nodded, your eyes locked on his. “i’m sure.”

rafe didn’t rush. he took his time, every touch, every kiss deliberate and reverent. he didn’t just want you—he wanted to make you feel safe, cherished.

and when it was over, he didn’t pull away. instead, he held you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you as if letting go would mean losing you all over again.

for the first time in his life, rafe cameron didn’t feel the need to run. he didn’t feel the need for anyone else.

he just wanted you.

and he wasn’t going to mess it up again.

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[the-offside-rule]

Lando Norris (McLaren) - The Almost Kiss

Requested: yes

Prompt: Lando is out for the season and catches feeling for his replacement

Warnings: nope

Y/n jolted awake to the buzzing of her phone on the bedside table, the sound pulling her out of a deep sleep. Her hand fumbled for it, and when she finally answered, the grogginess was replaced with confusion. "Hello, Y/n." She mumbled. "Y/n, it’s Andrea. You need to come to the McLaren factory. Immediately." Her heart raced. She wasn’t used to getting calls this early in the morning. What could possibly be happening? Y/n was a reserve driver, sure, but there hadn’t been any news of anything happening to the main drivers. "Yeah, I'll get dressed and be in soon."

Half-dressed, still trying to wake up fully, she rushed to the factory, nerves on edge. By the time she arrived, her mind was racing with possibilities. When she stepped inside, the atmosphere felt tense, and she spotted Zak waiting for her. "Y/n." Zak started as soon as she was within earshot. "What's happening?" Y/n asked as Zak put his arm around her to lead her up towards the meeting rooms. "Lando’s out. He’s had an accident, nothing too serious, but enough to sideline him for the rest of the season." Her eyes widened. "Oh my god, how's that happened?" Zak rubbed his forehead. "He was out last night, partying because of his first win, took a fall, broke his tibia. We’ve had it confirmed that he won’t be able to drive for the rest of the season."

Y/n’s heart pounded in her chest. This was it, this was her chance. But the weight of the situation also sank in. Lando was injured, and she was being thrown into one of the biggest opportunities of her career. "We need you to step up." Zak continued, his voice firm but encouraging. "You’ll be taking Lando’s place. Effective immediately." She nodded, adrenaline pumping. This was what she had trained for, but the circumstances made it feel surreal. She was going to be one of McLaren’s main drivers.

The next few days were a whirlwind. Hours in the simulator, endless debriefs, and preparing for her first race as the primary driver. Every evening, Y/n found herself staying late, pushing herself in the simulator, wanting to prove she was ready for the challenge.

One evening, as she was deeply immersed in the simulation, the door to the room creaked open. She glanced up to see Lando standing there in a set of crutches, but a smile on his face. "Aren't you meant to be in a wheelchair for a while?" Y/n asked. "Yeah, but I like walking around on my one leg." He replied. "So you're a cripple then?" Lando laughed as he hobbled over towards the side of the simulator. "Need some help?" He asked casually. Y/n blinked, surprised. "You sure? I know you have to go to rehabilitation training and physio and-" Lando chuckled. "Yeah, well, I’ve got time. And besides, I figured I could help coach you a bit. You know, since I’ve been around for a while." Y/n smiled gratefully. "I’d appreciate that."

For the next few hours, Lando stood in the race engineer box of the simulator, giving tips and feedback, helping her adjust to the intricacies of McLaren’s car. His advice was invaluable, but more than that, it was nice to have him there calm, supportive, and surprisingly humble.

As the weeks passed, they grew closer. Between races and simulator sessions, they began to spend more time together. It started with casual meals in the motorhome, sharing laughs about life on the circuit, and then evenings spent debriefing together. The more time they spent with each other, the more their friendship deepened, and Y/n couldn’t help but notice how easy it was to be around him. It wasn’t long before she found herself in Monaco with him, where he had invited her to move into his place, just to make things easier between races. What had started as a practical arrangement became something much more meaningful. They would cook together, joke around, and occasionally sit in comfortable silence, watching the sunset over the harbor.

One of the first mornings she had spent in her bew apartment, Y/n had barely stirred from her peaceful slumber when a knock echoed through her apartment. She sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The world outside was only starting to light up as the sun rose over the principality through her blinds. She glanced at her phone. 7:00 AM? Who could that be? Reluctantly, she slid out of bed, tugging a hoodie over her sleep shirt as she padded barefoot toward the door. The knock came again, more insistent this time.

"I'm coming, hold on." She mumbled under her breath, unlocking the door and swinging it open. To her surprise, standing on the other side of the threshold was none other than Lando, looking fresh despite the ungodly hour. He offered her a crooked grin, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie. "Lando?" She asked in disbelief, her voice still thick with sleep. "How on earth did you get up here?" He gave a nonchalant shrug, his boyish grin widening. "The lift."

"Obviously." She deadpanned, leaning against the doorframe with a raised eyebrow. "But why? And why are you knocking on my door at-" She glanced at her phone again. "7 AM?" Lando shifted on his feet, looking almost sheepish for a moment. "I have a rehab session and I really don't want to go alone. Thought maybe you'd want to tag along?" His eyes met hers with a hopeful glint. Y/n blinked, processing his request. "You came all the way here just to ask me to go to rehab with you?"

"Well, yeah. Plus, I needed a ride." His grin turned cheeky, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes, though the hint of a smile tugged at her lips. "Lando, you have a whole team of people at your disposal. You could’ve called one of them."

"Yeah, but they're not you." He said with a smirk, and something in his casual tone made her heart skip a beat. "So, you coming or what?" He asked. "What's in it for me?" She challenged, letting him in. "A stop at the cafe du Paris if you get me to physio on time." Y/n sighed, shaking her head in amused disbelief. "Alright, alright. Let me get changed. Give me five minutes." Lando slumped down onto her sofa. "You're the best."

She quickly disappeared back into her room, rifling through her drawers for something more appropriate than her pajamas. As she threw on a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt, she couldn't help but smile to herself. Lando showing up out of the blue like this wasn’t exactly unusual—it was one of the things she liked about their friendship. He was spontaneous, always keeping her on her toes. Within minutes, Y/n was ready, grabbing her keys and slipping on a pair of sneakers as she met Lando by the door. He was already scrolling through his phone, humming under his breath.

"Let's go." She said, as Lando turned and hobled out the door. "Jesus, mate. You need to get out of these crutches, it's scaring away all the women." She joked. "Chick's dig this." Labdo replied. "I must be immune, Norris." They headed down the hallway and into the lift, Lando still chatting away about his recent races and how his shoulder injury was making training a nightmare. Y/n listened with a fond smile, appreciating how comfortable their conversations always were. It didn’t matter that it was now half 7 in the morning, and she hadn’t had her coffee yet; being around him always had a way of brightening her day. Once they reached the car, she slid into the driver’s seat, glancing over at him. "You sure you're okay with this?"

"Of course." Lando said, buckling in. "It's just rehab. But I appreciate you coming with me." Y/n nodded as she started the engine, pulling out of the parking garage. The early morning streets were quiet, making the drive peaceful. The two of them fell into easy conversation, and before she knew it, they were pulling up to his physios home. Lando turned to her as they parked. "Thanks for this, really. You didn’t have to."

"I know." She replied with a soft smile. "That's what makes me so nice." He returned her smile, lingering for a moment before unbuckling his seatbelt and stepping out of the car. "Oh, the bestest ever." He replied mockingly.

The teasing,the coffees, it was all just part of this great friendship they had going on. Yet, beneath the surface, there was a growing tension. Unspoken feelings hung in the air between them, but neither dared to address it.

One race weekend, however, everything changed. Y/n had been hit with a penalty that she fiercely believed was unjust. After a heated argument with the stewards, she was slapped with a fine, and her frustration boiled over. Storming out of the stewards’ room, she avoided everyone, ignoring the calls from the press. She wasn’t in the mood to talk, let alone deal with interviews. She locked herself in her driver room, letting the anger simmer as she paced the small space. A knock came at the door.

"I'm not doing press today guys!" She shouted, her voice still edged with anger. There was a pause, and then a familiar voice replied. "It’s me." Her heart skipped a beat. It was Lando. Hesitant, she walked over and unlocked the door. He stepped inside, his expression soft, understanding. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly, closing the door behind him. Y/n huffed, her hands running through her hair. "I just… I can’t believe this. That penalty wasn’t fair, and now I have to deal with a fine on top of it." Lando watched her for a moment, then stepped closer. "I get it. I’ve been there before. But you need to calm down, or it’ll just eat at you."

Y/n turned to him, her frustration still evident, but his presence was oddly comforting. There was a silence between them as they stood close, neither knowing what to say next. The tension from the room seemed to shift, no longer about the race or the penalty. They gazed at each other, the air between them thick with something unspoken. Slowly, they leaned in, the distance between them closing. But just before their lips could meet, there was another knock at the door. Y/n jerked back, startled. "Interviews, Y/n. You need to go." Came the voice from the other side of the door. Her heart racing, Y/n glanced at Lando, her mind spinning. Without another word, she bolted for the door, leaving Lando behind.

As she rushed to the media area, her thoughts were a whirlwind. Was Lando in love with her? Did she feel the same way? She couldn’t stop replaying that almost-kiss in her mind. Meanwhile, Lando stayed back in her room, wondering the exact same thing.

[biellescouts]

pilot

jeong jaehyun x reader

« bit at a time, i try embracing »

a/n; boba eyes over here 😒

cw: jae being a sweetie pieee, third wheeling markhyuck, confession *sighs dreamily*

summary: anagnorisis pt2

<-<- back to pt1 <- back to pt2

since your argument gruelling conversation with jaehyun, you hadn’t seen or heard from him in weeks. in person at least. you’d seen him posting his usual hoeish activities on instagram, but you hadn’t dared to reach out to him. and him the same.

falling out with jaehyun had made you come to realise just how much time the two of you spent together. because, when you weren’t focusing on work, you were just kind of.. sitting around. thinking too hard.

however, the party had made you realise that you, mark and hyuck got along surprisingly well. you weren’t usually one to hang out with guys but markhyuck were chill.

hyuck leaned forward in his chair, as if to get a better angle for his gossip intake, “wait, so you and jaehyun broke up because of mark??” he turned to playfully hit him, “mark, youre such a ladies man!”

“hyuck, we never dated.” you just laughed at his dramatic reaction.

“oh, no, yeah, of course. but like, it’s mark’s fault?” haechan mused making mark roll his eyes.

“in the eyes of jeong jaehyun, partially.”

they both respond with, “wow” at exactly the same time.

“so, if you two weren’t dating..? why is he upset?” mark scratches his head.

“hm, he probably like likes her.” haechan turns to him and you almost feel like you’re third wheeling on their conversation. however— you were too stuck in deep thought to tease them about it.

“like likes” oh my god…

as if by magic, all the dots in that loud, smokey, whisky-stinking room started to connect.

that’s why he called you baby, that’s why he got mad at mark, that’s why he started talking about his feelings…. and you cut him off.

“ohhh.” you pushed out the low sound without even realising it wasn’t in your head.

mark perked up, “aye, are we witnessing a live realisation? oh my god.” he rested a hand on haechan’s arm for stability.

“stop, i feel like a fish in an aquarium..” you finally locked in to pass your third wheel comment, maybe a few 40 seconds too late but, nevertheless.

the more markhyuck teased, the more you overthought about the whole situation— what if you were just being delusional? jaehyun was super popular, no way he’d be hung up on you.

as much as you tried to convince yourself of this, his words stayed ringing in your ears.

“and it’s not even about the rule, it’s about.. my feelings—“ oh boy. feelings.

when you got home, you threw yourself into your puffy, white comforter, stretching just enough to relieve yourself but, not enough to get that calf cramp in one leg..

you flinched out of your blissfully comfortable state at the vibration of your phone on the pillow.

_jeongjaehyun shared a post

you decided to be nosy and have a little stalk. his hair was now pink. and funnily enough, this was the final detail to tip you off into admitting to yourself that you missed him. because the first time you had been there— you had been dyeing it for him.

✶

“jae, jae, jae,” you pushed out an exasperated sigh. your arms were starting to ache from reaching up to bleach the back of his hair. “this is hard, man.”

“hey, im sorry. the back is patchy when i do it.”

“maybe sit on the toilet lid there.” you nod your head down to the closed toilet by the sink and he opted for sitting down.

you let your hands fall down onto the top of his head and let out a sigh of relief, “this is so much better.”

somewhere in the transition between you bleaching and dying his hair, the action of a friend doing your hair had become a lot more.. intimate. if that was even possible.

the light conversation had simmered down into comfortable silence. his arms had made his way around your waist, resting on the curve of your ass and your hands massaging his head had become a lot more gentle pulling content sighs out of him ever so often.

✶

when the day finally came that you and jaehyun were going to talk out your little situation, you found yourself actually’getting ready’. something you had never done throughout knowing him.

he showed up to your apartment in an oversized baby blue BAPE trackset with a cap under his hood. when you opened the door, he had his hands in his pockets. it was clear he was trying to be cool and maintain a stoic impression but he couldn’t help cracking a smile and dropping his head when he saw that you had makeup on.

“get your dumb ass inside.”

no hug, no handshake, he went straight for your couch.

“so, you wanted to know what’s tea?”

“what?”

“you said that, bruh, i don’t know—”

“stop.. i said that?”

you scoffed, “so here’s the tea, jaehyun.” you laid a hand to rest on his shoulder from where you were stood. “i’ll have you know, i did not fuck mark lee.”

“yess.” he hissed, raising a fist in celebration. childish ass.

“and as for why i cared? i don’t like being accused of things. especially not sleeping with people. i’m not fast.”

“that’s fair.” he finally peered up at you through long lashes.

“now, what of your ‘feelings’? you said it wasn’t about the sacredness of our rule, it was about your feelings.”

he remained quiet for a few before breaking his silence with,

“well, i have these feelings..,” he paused, “for you.”

you were shocked(-ish — markhyuck kinda stole jae’s thunder), taken aback, even. maybe even a little confused. but all you could display on your face was a wide smile. you poked his shoulder playfully.

“you like like me, huh.”

“is that all you have to say?” he frowned.

shit! “oh my god, no. of course not. that day when you asked me why i cared, i guess it’s because i like you, too. i kind of always have in like, the back of my mind. but you were always entertaining girls and. i guess you could say that was pretty intimidating.”

“one might say that...” he sighed defeatedly, “but, i swear to you something shifted. i can’t be about that life now that i have you.”

“was that the pillow talk topic with the girl from the party?”

“woah. low blow, that was a major slip up. what i’m saying is, i wasn’t big into monogamy but, just the idea of you with mark affected me. i don’t want that affect on you, i guess. i just.. want you.”

“that’s cute.” you smiled.

you bent down to kiss him and he pulled you into his lap, moving his hand up to cradle your neck. your lips moved slowly and languidly against each-others as if you were silently continuing your confessions. until you pulled away.

“jaehyun, i’m pretty sure mark and hyuck are a thing anyways.”

“oh? ..oh.”

<- back to part 2

a/n: ouuuuuu they like eachother ewwww. anyways so happy for them,, so happy for markhyuck. thank u & goodnight 🙂‍↔️

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[acosmicbee]

can you write about Yandere Lamia (snake lady) and a child reader who gets lost in the woods and thinks they're about to be eaten by the Lamia, but she's just happy to have another baby after her children left her nest

Off Limit Island

(Kinda followed your idea, kinda did my own thing - hope you like it!)

"I hate hiking. I hate hiking. It's the worst. Please kill me." You sang under your breath, to the tune of frere jacques, yelping when your foot hit a patch of mud and you almost lost your balance.

At first, accompanying your father on one of his journeys had seemed fun. While he explored some super dangerous, top secret island that almost no one got to go to, researching all the snake species, you got to chill on the beach and swim and say you had been there. Win win.

However, everything seemed to go downhill rather quickly. The currents in the water were way too strong for even a good swimmer, and in seconds you could be pulled out to sea. There was also no civilization, due to the top secret stuff, meaning no running water or electricity.

You only had a tiny tent to sleep in and a small backpack full of clothes and necessities. You couldn't afford to lose anything when you were already working with so little.

Then the rain storm had hit. It had been dusk and you'd just started the fire to heat up some food because your dad still wasn't back. It was bland and premade stuff, very similar to military rations. You hadn't even started boiling the water when the sky opened up and drenched you.

You got even wetter dragging tarps over yours and your dad's tents to keep as much water out as possible. It didn't work perfectly which sucked because your only means of communication, a walkie talkie, got some water in it.

You'd tried reaching your dad but either he was out of range or his walkie was even more soaked than yours, so much for boasting 'waterproof' on the box.

You hadn't eaten that night, the rain still pouring down and eliminating any possibility of a fire. You'd laid at the entrance to your tent, staring out across the sandy beach at the forest that your father was still in. You hoped he was okay.

You woke up later that night to the rumble of thunder. You peeked out the entrance to your tent and in a brief flash of lightning you saw several reflective eyes peering at you from the dense foliage. You froze in horror, but they were gone by the time the next strike of lightning illuminated the area. You had trouble falling back asleep, not managing until hours later.

The next morning either your dad still wasn't back or he'd already come and left while you slept. It wasn't uncommon, especially with how late you'd slept in due to your fitful sleep the prior night. You spent the rest of the day tipping water out of anything remotely bowl-like and trying to find any kind of dry wood and tinder to use for fire.

It was useless and you went to bed hungry again, marking a full day and a half without eating. It hurt and you had trouble sleeping, trying not to cry as you curled up in your tent, debating whether the stomach problems from eating uncooked food would be worse than the pain of hunger.

You woke up to a bird outside your tent. It was dead with two pin prick marks on it's obviously broken neck. You didn't know who had left it there, and even if you trusted it you had no idea how to cook a bird from scratch.

It was sheer luck you were finally able to find some dry wood. You practically cried as you rushed to start a fire, fumbling with the matches as you lit some dry, dead grass alight. You ate two whole rations, finally satiated as you lethargically poked at the fire with a stick.

You were about to enter a food coma when you heard a crackle from your, surprisingly, not fully broken walkie. Instantly you snatched it up hearing as your dad's voice trickled through in broken, static-y bursts.

"Y/N...? Can... hear me...? Come in..." You fumbled for the right buttons, answering quickly.

"Dad? Dad are you alright? I haven't seen you in ages and I was getting worried!" You listened impatiently to the static, waiting for a reply.

"I... mistake... find me... cave... need you... careful..." You couldn't even hear a full sentence of what he'd said due to the water damage but you got the gist. He needed your help and he was in a cave... except you weren't the explorer, he was.

"You need help? Is there some sort of map I can use to find you?" You asked, grabbing some clothes you wouldn't mind getting ruined hiking through the forest.

"Y/N... coast... give... journal... big... handle..." Fewer and fewer words were getting through as your walkie gave into the damage, but you knew what you had to do.

You entered your dad's tent, easily finding the spare journal he kept. In the middle was a rough map he'd started sketching of the island and in it a few caves were labeled as well as their relative size.

With newfound determination you set out with nothing but your dad's journal, and the clothes on your back. You were oblivious to what the full message you were actually supposed to get was.

"I made a mistake Y/N. Don't try and find me, avoid any caves and stay on the beach. I need you to be extra careful."

"Y/N, I said don't try and find me! Please call the coast guard- the military!- and give them my journal! This is too big and dangerous for you! Let them handle it!"

* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • 。🐍* 。° 。* 。 • ˚

That led you to now, trekking through the humid forest singing a song about how much you hated hiking. But you could do this, you were going to save your dad like he had asked.

You frowned at the map, studying the rough map that had been drawn and squinting at the forest all around you. Why couldn't your dad have been an artist instead of a snake researcher?

Eventually, you found a weird rock he'd added on the map as a landmark. Peering right, you spotted a small opening in the base of a large rocky cliff. You didn't plan to go deep into it as you squeezed inside, it wasn't like you had a flashlight or anything.

This time when your foot hit a slippery patch of rock you slipped, you couldn't even scream as you slid down something, flying onto the dry floor of a large chamber. The walls were lined with torches and there was an open hallway in front of you.

Nervously you grabbed one of the torches from its mount, gripping the base as you nervously walked deeper.

This looked like a whole developed civilization, and you would've thought it was ancient if the torches weren't all lit and the hall didn't smell like a strong incense.

It wasn't until you heard some approaching noises did you finally realize just how stupid of an idea this was. You placed the torch in an open holder before ducking into an alcove.

You held back a scream as two figures walked- no, slithered- past your hiding spot. They were human, at least from the torso and up. Below that they had long, powerful-looking snake tails. You couldn't understand them but they seemed to be in a good mood, light hissy laughter echoing through the stone hallway long after they were out of sight.

You grabbed the torch off the wall, going as fast as you dared to while peeking into any hallway you passed. You once again had to hide when you heard someone coming down the hallway.

It was a woman-snake thing. She looked ecstatic and regal compared to the others and she was happily hissing to the others accompanying her. The second they had past you ducked into the room she had just come from.

You set the torch in one of the open holders, seeing as the room was well-lit. It was filled with large plush pillows of varying sizes as well as some fur blankets. In the middle of it all was your dad, who looked just as confused as you.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" He asked, standing up.

"Rescuing you? Like you said?"

"I told you to stay on the beach!" He hissed, looking around frantically. "I explicitly told you not to come!"

"My walkie is destroyed, be happy I could understand anything at all!" You said back, crossing your arms. "So you were just chilling here with the snake people while I was fighting for my life? I had to hunt a bear!"

"No, you didn't." He said, sounding more exhausted than you'd ever heard him.

"I basically had to hunt a bear." You said, crossing your arms and eyeing the bowl of what looked to be dried meat beside him. "So, you coming or not? Let's go."

"Y/N, I really can't. You need to leave before-!" The door to the room slammed open and you turned, now face to face with the snake woman from earlier.

She seemed a bit confused for a second before her face lit up in pure joy. In an instant, you were being wrapped in a hug and coiled by her tail while your dad let out a pained-sounding sigh. "You need to leave before she finds you."

The woman hissed something, holding your face as she inspected you. Upon seeing your lack of reaction she blinked before switching languages. "My ssscoutsss didn't tell me just how absssolutely adorable your hatchling wasss! You ssshould've mentioned it!"

"Dad?!" You nervously called, trying to squirm out of her grasp. "Dad, she's touching me! I wanna go home now!"

"You are home, sssilly little one. I'm so happy! Not only did I find a sssquishy new mate but my nessst is full again! I've been ssso lonely sssince my last hatchlingsss moved into their own nessstsss with their mates, but now I have you two!"

"Yeah, now you see why I told you to stay on the beach." Your dad said, watching you get smothered by a loving snake-mom.

"Well, I'm sorry while you were all dry and pampered down here I was fighting for my life! It rained for like 3 days!"

"One and a half daysss, dear. And my ssscoutsss were watching over you." The snake woman hummed, before picking you up.

"Come on dear, you too sssquishy mate. I'll ssshow you the bathing chambersss ssso you can wash all this mud off!" She giggled, already carrying you away. "Perfect way to begin your new life, little one! Let usss ssscrub away the old ssso we can welcome the new."

Your dad just shrugged, following along behind her. "Well... at least I don't have to worry about how you're faring all alone."

"I am going to get my revenge." You vowed sulkily, whining when the snake woman began brushing her fingers through your tangled hair. "Who are you and what is this place anyway?"

"Ah, where are my mannersss? My name is Adhya, ruler of the sssnakefolk. Thisss, asss well asss the isssland above, isss my kingdom. My home. And now, it isss yoursss asss well!" She smiled as she entered a large chamber filled with steam. "Now, it'sss time to get you cleaned up, yesss?"

You can now say you knew exactly why this island was off limits to the general public. Because it hosted a population of cuddly snake people who would never let you go once they had you in their coils. At least you were taken in by their queen and you weren't alone. With how attached she was, you'd likely never be alone again. But hey, at least your dad is suffering with you.

[gremlin-girly]

Double Crochet

Bob Reynolds x gn!reader

Not beta'd and I don't give permission for my work to be reposted, copied, translated or put through an AI machine.

Tags/warnings: just fluff, cuddling, mentions of a first kiss

Summary: After bumping into you at the store, you teach Bob how to crochet.

word count: 1.3k

Dividers by @/cafekitsune

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Double knit. Chenille. Alpine.

Wool. Wool. Wool.

Too many choices, too many projects, too little time. You're stood staring at the wall of Wool trying to remember what you actually went to the store for. Was it wool? Probably not. You already had too much in your room at the tower that you were surprised you didn't have wool coming out of your ears. What started as an innocent hobby had become your hoard - a dragon's next of fluffy comfort you had yet to spin into something worthwhile.

How many granny squares did you need for a jumper? What about that pattern you started two months ago?

You grimace to yourself. No. You didn't need more.

...but then again.

Your fingers brush the baby-soft chenille thoughtfully. Something could be made from this. Easily. It's a beige - easily manipulated into an animal of some kind. Probably. Or there's an electric blue that could be a potential... thing.

"Hey, Y/N."

You almost launch the ball of wool you're holding at Bob out of fright. He had a nasty habit of appearing out of thin air, and you weren't sure if it was a by-product of the shadowy Void or his quiet mouse-like nature.

Mouse.

"Hey, Bob." You try to sound cheery but your brain is busy trying to remember if you have any patterns for mice plushies. "Wasn't expecting to bump into you here."

"I just wanted some snacks." He jingles his crisps in his hands and eyes the wool your cradling curiously. "You knit?"

"Oh, uh, no I crochet." You wiggle the wool between your hands. "I was meant to come in here for something else and got distracted."

"You crochet? That's so cool!" Bob's face lights up with the sweetest, infectious smile that has you melting to the floor like ice cream on a hot day. "What do you make? Could... Could you... show... me?"

His voice tapers with his usual shy, self-consciousness and you can't find it in your heart to tell him no.

"I don't have any pictures of my recent stuff." You half admit, not wanting to give away the fact you haven't picked up a hook in months. "But when we get back to the tower I can show you?"

"Sure!"

Having Bob look upon your creations felt strangely intimate. He handled each one like it was made of glass, cooing and gushing over your plushies and patterns on granny squares.

"They're so cute. How do you do it?" He looks impressed and intrigued behind his smile; it's genuine interest in your hobby and it makes you giddy.

"Um, well you can find patterns and tutorials online." You say, digging your toes into your rug and twisting your ankle shyly. You were a hair's breadth away from blushing and twirling your hair like a cartoon bunny.

"Could you teach me?" His blue eyes are irritatingly round sweet and you find yourself struggling to say no. You don't even want to think about the kicked-puppy look he would shoot you with if you turned him down.

Thus, you were resigned to nod your head and gulp out a: "Sure."

Bob is surprisingly quick to learn the basics. You sit close to him and run through basic stitches, demonstrating them and praising him when it finally clicks for him. It was worth every moment spent to see his tongue poke out in concentration when he follows your instructions and his face light up with joy when he successfully completed a stitch. Over the course of two days, you're practically joined at the hip, chatting and crocheting side by side but when a new mission demands a few days of your time you offer Bob free reign of your wool stash.

You help him pick out some patterns from your archive to help him practice and keep him busy while you're away and urge him to keep you updated on his progress and to ask any questions he might have. Not that any come - Bob almost ignores all of your texts and you can't help but feel a little affronted; like you'd done something wrong somehow.

Downtime during your mission is spent crocheting your plushie mouse. You'd decided when you started teaching Bob to crochet you would make it for him as a gift, doubly so now that you thought you'd upset him somehow.

The final touches were done minutes before the quinjet touched down on the roof and you were already speeding off and ignoring Bucky's summons for a debrief so you could find Bob, give him your gift and apologise for upsetting him somehow.

Entering through the doors and turning your first corner, you slam right into Bob, making your search rather short.

"Bob!"

"Y/N!"

You both go quiet, smiling sheepishly, and you see he's got his arms behind his back. You hold up your mouse plushie, feeling your cheeks grow warm and you can't quite meet his eyes.

"I made this for you. I'm sorry if I upset you recently, what ever I did I-"

"You didn't upset me!" He cuts you off, pulling a plushie of his own from behind his back. It's a little wonky, the eyes don't match up and there's a few holes from missed stitches but...

It's the cutest damn bunny you've ever seen.

"I was just focused on making you this... abomination." He chuckles slightly, holding the bunny in his hands like it's a cursed object and your heart has a pitter patter to rival an excited heavy metal drummer.

"I love him!" You squeal, making Bob look up.

"Really?"

"Yes!" You hold out your mouse to swap him for the bunny and Bob takes it with a grin, running his fingers over the soft wool.

"I'm going to call him Fred." You announce, holding the bunny comically high over your head like he was Simba.

"Fred?" Bob's nose scrunches in disbelief despite his smiling. "What should I call mine?"

"You can rename yours, if you want... I've been calling him Bob Junior for a while." You smile sheepishly as Bob blinks at you.

"Junior? After me?"

"Duh after you." You roll your eyes playfully but you chest feels tighter than before. "I was making him for you and it just kinda stuck."

Bob's cheeks are bright red now, and he brings the gift you made closer to his chest. "No that's... No, I like it too."

Later that night (after Bucky finally caught you and dragged you back for a debrief) whilst watching a movie in your room, you and Bob placed your double-crochet creations next to eachother on the bedside table.

"They look perfect together." You say cosying up under your comforter. Bob nods but says nothing so you continue unperturbed. "They look like they're holding hands too!"

You're pulled back suddenly into a firm chest and let out a small squeak. Bob immediately apologises when you look up and looks like he's about to combust on the spot.

"Sorry! I - erm..." He gives you a sheepish look. "They look like they're cuddling and I thought that we..."

He swallows thickly and his eyes flit around your room nervously. That pitter patter in your heart returns and you smile, sidling up closer to him instead. Bob stiffens then relaxes, letting his arm drape around you - even if he is still shaking like a chihuahua.

"If you wanted life to imitate art, you should have just said so." You tease softly, laying your head on the space inbetween his neck and shoulder.

That night marks the beginning of many more in his arms, sometimes crocheting, sometimes watching a movie, always chatting. What you and Bob have builds slowly, and whilst you ruin your first kiss by covering the eyes of your plushies, he doesn't seem to care. Your love took practice and even though it may be a little misshapen like Fred, it was still beautiful.

End

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Study Session | Kim Gyuvin

Summary: When exam season rolls in and you have to study with your boyfriend, it takes an unexpected turn. From a simple study session to having to stay quiet, it's guaranteed to fail your upcoming exams.

Pairing: Female reader x Kim Gyuvin

Genre: Smut (as usual, Minors DNI)

Word count: 1894 (DAMN I ATE-)

Warnings: SoftDom!Gyuvin being gentle at first but him being a meanie later on, pussy eating, spitting on clit, lots of praise, pet names (bun, bunny, baby, pretty), orgasm denial

Notes: I got an ask for this and my brain already knew what I'm gonna write so...enjoy! (Tea finally writing with no break wow give a ROUND OF APPLAUSE) ALSO WE HIT 1K WHO CHEERED!!

Exam season was coming up. Materials kept piling up for every subject every time you had a class, and it wasn't helping that every exam was back to back. Of course, it was stressful with how much you had to work on, but Gyuvin was always there to help you out.

Luckily, you were both in the same class, so having study dates was guaranteed since you both were together, with everyone calling you the cutest couple. You spent almost the whole week at the library, with you helping out Gyuvin and him doing the same.

The material was surprisingly easy, despite the both of you thinking it would be hard. Well…some of the material was hard for a few subjects, but other than that, every study session went well with ease.

It was one of those days again, being stuck in the library yet again with him. You had a massive headache and as much as you wanted to focus on the subject, you couldn't. Gyuvin was already halfway done with his materials.

You stopped reading through the materials and let out a sigh, your body slumping against the chair, clearly feeling emotionally drained and exhausted from how much you had left. He turned his head slightly, just to take a glance at you, noticing how tired you were.

That quickly made him stop, dropping his pen as he turned to you and cupped your face with his hands, feeling the heated skin of your flushed cheeks and seeing your eyes were half-lidded, your lower lip pushed out as you pouted, your brows furrowed slightly as you looked at him, seeing the fond expression on his face as he took in every detail of your face.

“Are you feeling tired, bunny?” He asked, his thumbs pressing slightly into your skin and starting to rub small circles against your cheeks as you hummed in response, letting him soothe you.

“I know how much you hate studying, and I do too. But we both need to do well next week, okay?” He encourages you, as he leans in and starts leaving small kisses all over your face, trying to get you more motivated to finish studying.

“You're my pretty and smart girl, yeah? My good girl, always studying on time.” He coos as he keeps kissing your face, making sure his lips cover your forehead, cheeks, nose and lips, repeatedly pecking them as you enjoyed the feeling of his lips against yours.

He pecked your lips a few more times before pulling away, but he was caught off guard with the way your hand moved up his chest, watching how you gripped the collar of his shirt before pulling him back in, letting your lips crash against his as you shared a kiss.

He quickly melted, his hands still cupping your cheeks as he kept the kiss going. After a minute or two he pulled away, a smile forming on his lips as he stared at you, seeing how much a simple kiss made you look so relaxed and content while you looked at him, clearly wanting one more kiss.

He chuckled as he noticed how your eyes moved down to his lips for a few seconds before shooting back up, making eye contact with him again as you silently begged for just one more kiss.

“Nono, you need to study now, pretty.” He says and leans in, kissing your forehead as he lets his lips linger against your skin for a few seconds. He pulls away and gently pats your cheek, before letting go of your face and turning back to his open notebook.

He picked up his pen and started writing down more notes once again, leaving you wanting more kisses as he resumed from where he last left off. You let out a sigh, feeling slightly disappointed but more productive thanks to him as you looked at your notes and started reading through them again.

30 minutes have passed. Gyuvin was already finished with revising and was just waiting for you, his eyes fixed onto you as he watched how focused you were. He found it cute how focused you'd get whenever you studied, and it made him want to just kiss you and catch you off guard.

He kept waiting, slowly starting to get bored while you wrote in your notebook, trying your best to revise everything from the provided material since you weren't planning to fail any of the subjects. It made him feel a bit needy, seeing the way you bit the end of the pen while you were thinking, your pretty lips covered with his favorite lip gloss and the way you sighed every few minutes.

He couldn't wait anymore, he got more and more impatient with the way you were barely paying him any attention. He leaned in and nuzzled his face against the crook of your neck, making you hum softly at the sudden closeness.

“Pretty…” He whispered softly, his warm breath tickling your skin as you kept reading through the material, not giving him attention at all. He sighed impatiently, as he pressed his lips against your neck and started leaving small kisses, your grip on the pen becoming more firm as you tried not to squirm.

“Are you almost done, bunny?” He asked as he kept peppering your neck with gentle kisses, and it made your stomach clench from the sound of his voice. The only response you could give was a small “Mhm” which didn't satisfy him, as he moved his lips higher, letting them linger against your jawline.

“You look so pretty right now, baby…” He mumbled against your skin as he started leaving tiny kisses along your jawline, making you become a bit unfocused as you glanced at him, finally paying him a bit of attention that he craved.

“Baby…I can't right now.” You said quietly as you tilted your head to the side slightly, but he quickly interrupted that by grabbing the side of your neck and holding you in place, as he kept kissing your jawline.

“I know, but I need you, bun…” He whines softly against your skin, your stomach starting to twist from how hot it sounded, but you were determined to keep studying, so you ignored him once again, earning another sigh from the poor boy.

“Come on…you're not being fair…” He whines even more, trying to grab your attention once again, and it was already clear how much he was getting hornier by the second.

“Just wanna have a quickie…please?” He pleaded, the desperation evident as he tried to persuade you. 

“I promise I won't bother you after this, baby, please…” He kept begging and grabbed your free hand, stopping you from studying as he moved it to his crotch and placed it directly on his bulge, letting you feel how hard he was.

“You feel that, bunny? I'm so fucking hard right now.” He says, his breath hitching as he moved your hand against his bulge, the warmth of your touch making him needier. 

He was about to speak again but he was taken aback when you suddenly slapped his bulge and moved your hand away, causing him to grunt in discomfort as he glared at you, meanwhile you glanced at him.

“What was that for?” He asked, sounding surprised as he tried to recover from the sudden pain, not expecting you to get bold with how he basically clinged onto you, begging for more attention.

“Just a little warning…in case you forgot I had to study?” You said, the way you acted and sounded was like how a brat would, which made him start to get a bit pissed as you turned back and started studying again.

“You wanna study? Then I'll let you study.” Gyuvin said sarcastically as he slipped underneath the table, kneeling in front of your legs as he placed his hands on top of your thighs, causing you to tense up from the sudden touch.

He smirked and let his hands slip beneath your skirt, moving them upwards as he leaned in and started kissing your thighs, his breath hot against your skin as he watched the way your legs spread instinctively.

His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties as soon as his hands reached your hips, as he carefully slid the fabric off of you, leaving your pussy exposed as soon as he took off your panties fully.

You didn't even dare to look down at him, realization sinking in as he put your panties in his pocket, while letting his hands slide down to your inner thighs, gripping them gently as he leaned in, his warm breath fanning against your folds, tensing up even more when his lips latched onto your clit, starting to suck gently.

You bit your lower lip, doing your best to stifle your moans as you tried to study again, but with the way he kept sucking on your clit made it impossible. He pulled away slightly, letting go of your clit as he gathered saliva in his mouth and spit directly onto your clit, causing you to hiss in discomfort at the warm and wet feeling.

He watched how his saliva glided down your folds, seeing the way you clenched around nothing as soon as you felt it slip inside, making your juices gush out and mix with the saliva. It dripped down from the chair directly onto the floor, making him grunt at the sight as he leaned back in and started licking at your hole.

Your thighs twitched in his grip, and he knew that you were getting a bit sensitive. He kept licking at your hole, letting his tongue glide up and down, while you kept studying despite the struggle. No matter how much you tried to read through your notes, it all became a blur with the way he was pleasuring you.

He pulled away slightly, letting his tongue glide from your gushing hole to your clit, then latched his lips onto it again, earning a shaky sigh from you. It made you lose your focus completely, now ignoring the materials as you let your hands drop to your sides, sluming once again against the chair.

“M-more…” You begged, trying not to sound desperate as he moaned against your folds, clearly enjoying how wet you got the more he kept licking and sucking. He kept going, his mouth and tongue working skilfully on you as you neared your orgasm, and just as you were about to cum he stopped and pulled away, causing you to whimper from the sudden loss of pleasure.

“Ah, ah…You need to study, bunny…You don’t want to fail your exams next week, right?” He said, coaxing you into studying again, which made you let out a sigh in frustration.

“B-but…I was close!” You whined, clearly frustrated with him as you looked down at him, a frown forming on your lips. He looked up at you and smiled innocently, and you became aware that he wouldn’t dare let you finish in peace.

“I dunno what you’re talking about, bun. You should study, yeah?” He coaxed gently, as he leaned in slightly and kissed your inner thigh, making you reluctantly nod in agreement.

That’s how you knew you fucked up, and with the way he was acting, you were in for a sleepless night.

[jaggedamethyst]

circuit breaker 🔬🌌 (part two)

tutor!jayce talis x reader college au

content: reader recently decided to get a physics tutor...it's time for the first session with jayce talis

notes: walk with me and suspend ur disbelief in the actual physics talk...i have to make it somewhat believable that they're actually having tutoring sessions so i dug into the crevices of my brain for old physics topics that aren't too hard if you know them...if you don't..hopefully jayce makes sense LMAOOOO. but i will try not to do too much physics that it takes you out of it, i just want to build the tension and relationship. just trust me.

again mentions of neurodivergence/adhd references but that’s it really

word count: 1.9k

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Ekko was your longest friend—the closest one you had. He understood your brain even more than Viktor did, which was saying something. Since the day the two of you met in middle school, you became accustomed to one another. You knew each other like the back of your hands—which is why you knew he’d be so upset right now.

Immediately after leaving the student center, you scrambled to the dining hall. You and Ekko had a standing lunch date every day unless one of you said otherwise. There wasn’t always anything to say, but the idea of each other’s company comforted you—comforted him. He had been adamant that even if you two sat in silence, worked on classwork, or simply watched something on your phones, that the time was well spent.

Ekko valued these meetings in particular after his last girlfriend. You didn’t talk about Powder much…but he was devastated when she left town. The three of you had been friends for a long time…she’d abandoned you too. Acknowledging how much harder it may have been for Ekko was hard. You were forced to pick up the pieces and it started with daily check-ins over lunch. They stuck. 

You spotted him sitting alone, sipping on his drink through the glass. You tapped on it softly, getting his attention, waving.

He lit up when you approached the table, “Funny seeing you here.” Ekko looked at his watch dramatically, “Almost thought you couldn’t tell time for a second there.” 

“I am so sorry.” You moved to sit, pulling out the chair across from him. “I got caught up at the student center, needed a tutor for physics.” 

Ekko watched you reach and grab his bag on the table. He rolled his eyes knowingly—you were going for the fries of course. 

You continued, “Viktor recommended this guy, his lab partner.” 

Ekko nodded, “Thats great…but I’m also good at physics ya know?” 

“Oh yes, I totally forgot to ask my best friend to be my tutor. My best friend who knows I cannot stay on topic to save my life…wants me to ask him to be my tutor…so we can definitely not work on physics for the entire session.” You paused, a fry just on your lip, “Besides, I didn’t really have a choice.” 

“Okay first, I would be a great tutor! And second, what do you mean, didn’t have a choice?” 

“Viktor kinda just…led me there?” 

“So you didn’t have a chance to get yourself worked up and find a way to not go…great tactic on Viktor’s part.” 

There was a silence, but never uncomfortable when you were with Ekko. You smiled to yourself at that, and then about how surprisingly well the first meeting went. 

“He seemed nice…Jayce…my tutor.” 

Ekko reached into his bag, grabbing his sandwich. “Am I sensing a but?” 

“No, actually. He just seemed genuinely invested in me not feeling bad when it comes to sucking at school.” You paused, rubbing your hands in a napkin. “He said we could work on making it all seem more interesting…which I liked.” Ekko still hadn’t unraveled his sandwich, listening intently. You watched him observe you, but not speak up. “What?” 

He shook his head, “Nothing…that’s great.” 

The rest of your lunch was spent quietly recounting your days, not much of note happening otherwise. Eventually, you parted ways with an unspoken yet understood promise that you would see each other tomorrow. 

Your first session with Jayce was also tomorrow. That was on top of everything else you had to do. So much to be done…such little time, you thought. 

The following day came just as quickly as the previous had ended. You woke in a frenzy, almost always rushing to and from one class and toward the next. Then, to tutoring. 

You stumbled in, looking for any familiar face. You were met with only one, Jayce’s. He stood quickly, grabbing a folder and his bag before approaching you. 

“Right on time.” He turned, walking you toward a room off to the side. “This will be the office we use, I requested one with a white board.” He glanced back at you for affirmation before speaking again. “If you ever come for our meetings and don’t see me in the lobby, you can just come in here.” 

“Sounds good.” Your lip curled at your voice coming out more weak than you expected. You had to admire your own consistent ability to embarrass yourself, truly. 

He stepped back, allowing you to walk in first, again. “So…I printed these forms out for you.” He opened the folder, taking out some of the pages and spreading them on the table. “This is the basis for everything you’ll need to know about physics. There’s legends here, conversion charts, some of the greek symbols you’ll need to know, circuit diagrams, acronyms…everything.” You slowly sat in your chair, observing the filled pages. Jayce noticed you looking between the table and him with wide eyes. 

“This is a lot of information…” 

He finally sat down. “It is…but we have time to get you up to speed.” 

“But there’s these quizzes.” You looked down at the table, tapping a finger lightly against the wood. “Every week we have to prove we understood the concept and I am already weeks behind so it just keeps building on things I didn’t even understand to begin with. I don’t have time, I have to pass the quizzes so I can pass the class and keep my scholarship. If I lose my scholarship, I can’t pay for school and I’ll have to drop out. And all of this over stupid fucking physics and a professor who seems to want to ruin my life specifically.” You finally took a breath, “I can’t do this.” 

“I think you can.” 

Your eyes snapped up, meeting his. The look on his face seemed sincere—as if he truly believed in the statement. Hardly knowing you at all, he had enough faith that you could, in fact, do this.

“So,” he clasped his hands together. “What’s this next quiz on? What’s the topic for the week?” He got up, grabbing a marker from the white board’s small shelf. He looked at you expectantly, a brow arching as if to ask you again. 

“Vectors.” 

He nodded, “Okay, and what confuses you about vectors?” 

“Well, I feel like I’m pretty good at understanding angles. But as soon as we add in speed or velocity I am just…confused.” 

“Let’s start there.” He wrote the words speed and velocity on the white board in broad strokes, leaving space beneath each. “What is speed? Don’t think about it too hard.” 

“How fast something is going?” 

“Exactly, like a car.” He drew a makeshift car, and an indicator of both miles and kilometers. “Velocity is different.” He sketched a quick graph, a simple y and x axis and an arrow. “Velocity indicates the direction of an object.” His hand followed the trail of the arrow he drew, emphasizing that it was in motion. “So, velocity is the only one that actually would be considered when you look at vectors. Speed is just a number…velocity represents a change in position…which is what vectors do.” 

You grimaced at his attempt to make it make sense for you. The effort was appreciated, truly, but it didn’t stick. You feigned understanding, nodding your head in an attempt to get him to move on and explain more. This was common for you. Something wouldn’t make sense, but you wouldn’t want to hold everyone up, to be a burden. So you would sit in class, half listening, half in another world. After class, you’d be forced to scour videos about the very subject the teacher had spent class time explaining. Unfortunately that was a rabbit hole, too, as you would always end up on videos that had nothing to do with school. 

His eyes narrowed, not believing that your nod was enough of an indicator that you understood. “Come with me.” He moved to grab the papers for you, stuffing them in the folder and sliding them to you. You followed without a thought, trying to match his steady pace. He lead you to a nearby park down the street and sat his bag underneath a tree. You copied, placing your bag down beside his. It was impossible to not feel awkward, and yet, he persisted. 

“Okay stand here,” he pointed a finger to a random spot on the ground. Your feet stood perfect on the space where the asphalt and grass met, one foot on each side. “So just imagine that standing here, you are the bottom of a line graph along the x-axis. He moved his hand side-to-side, palm down, reminding you that this would be the horizontal line. Hotdogs and hamburgers. You remembered the silly phrase from elementary school. 

“Okay, standing here…x-axis.” 

He walked over to the grass side, “Okay, over here…in the nice green grass…this is positive.” He walked over to the asphalt, “I’m on your left now, on the asphalt…this is negative.” 

“…Okay.” 

He walked to mirror your position, one foot on each terrain. Then, he slowly stepped on the grass. “Without thinking about numbers, how would you describe what I just did.” 

“You…” Your brows furrowed, “You walked to the grass?” 

“Right, and that is-“ 

“Positive?” 

“Exactly.” 

In a split second, he darted over to the asphalt. “How bout now?” 

“You ran to the…to the negative?” 

He nodded, meeting you back at center again. He smirked at how quickly he’d even come up with this demonstration. “This is an example of how vectors work. When you think of me running somewhere, picking up my speed, but moving to the quote unquote ‘negative,’ this could also mean that from my original position-“ 

Your eyes lit up, “You moved backwards?” 

“Yup, or even down. On a graph, I mean.” He smiled with each word, amused by how you caught on to his unorthodox teachings. “But if I move slowly and to the ‘positive’ side?” He waited for you to answer.

“You…moved up or to the right.” 

“Just like a point on a graph.” He stood, hands on his hips. 

You were on the edge of every word he spoke, analyzing his every movement. You knew it was inopportune, but it was rather characteristic for you to lose focus right then. Jayce’s eyes were…interesting. Your first instinct was to say that they were yellow. When you looked closer you noticed the border of dark brown, the flecks of hazel and copper. It was unlike anything you’d ever seen. You got so caught up, you missed his hand coming up—leaving it lingering in the air. 

“What,” he questioned, “Do you not like high-fives as encouragement?” 

You chuckled, finally meeting his hand with yours. “I actually prefer snacks as encouragement, but this works.” 

It was his turn to laugh, then. It was short-lived. You followed his line of sight to see the same woman from the resource center, the one he’d been so enraptured by. Rightfully so; she was even more beautiful than you thought. The sunlight hit her skin just right, almost glistening. You gulped, somewhat intimidated by her presence alone. 

She reached you both, immediately giving Jayce a hug before turning to greet you. 

“Hey, how’s the tutoring going?” She nudged the man beside her, looking to you for an answer. 

“It’s going well,” you glanced at your phone screen, shit. “I actually should get going, but today was really helpful, thank you Jayce, bye.” 

You shuffled to grab your things as quickly as possible, avoiding the look of surprise on Jayce’s face. It didn’t really matter, though. 

Ekko was going to be pissed, again. 

part three

[felixbit]

i hate to wait so long

pairing: seungmin x gn!reader w. 1.9k genre: fluff summary: your long-distance boyfriend's birthday is coming up but you don't have the funds to visit him this year. surprisingly, seungmin turns up to your door anyways. warnings: reader is a uni student studying abroad a/n: inspired by the lyrics of this song :)

Choosing to study abroad was a good idea in concept. You got to travel and live in another country's culture for a semester as you worked on your degree.

That was, until you got a boyfriend. He lived back at home and you reconnected over old friends when you were first packing to leave. He'd come over to your place and hang out, playing video games and teasing you when you couldn't lift a moving box without help. Not that he could, either.

His name was Seungmin. He asked you out one week before you left for the semester, and it was the best week you'd had in a long time. You spent almost every day together, hanging out and trying new things until you got tired and crashed at each other's places.

When that first week came to a close, you begrudgingly packed up your things. Seungmin drove you to the airport, holding your hand as far into the airport as he could come with you.

It was through a teary-eyed confession from him that revealed he'd never felt closer to someone before than he did with you. He was too scared of saying goodbye and asked to be your boyfriend, even if he was terrified of moving too fast.

When you agreed, he was using his sleeve to rub his eyes and denied ever crying. He told you to have a safe trip and he kissed you for the first time, promising a million more the next time he saw you.

You thought about that moment every day. Sitting at a desk doing work had never felt more dull, especially when you had a perfect boyfriend waiting for you at home. Life abroad wasn't bad, you were loving it, you just missed him more.

Every night, you stayed up to call him and tell him all about your day-to-day. He'd hop on his computer and play video games with you until the sun peeked over the horizon or you resigned to sleep.

When you weren't calling each other, you texted the whole rest of your waking hours. Seungmin would send a plethora of random photos from his day and complain about his band mates while you responded with your own pictures and advice.

It was starting to occur to you how close it was getting to September, which meant Seungmin's birthday was just around the corner. You had already decided on gifts, ready to buy them so they'll be delivered right on time.

But, it dawned on you pretty fast that you didn't have the money to visit. Studying in another country was really expensive and there was only so much time in a day you could work outside of school. Either way, there was no miracle budget to make it possible.

You told him this almost immediately, and he was extremely good about it. He reassured you that it wasn't necessary and he'd make up for all the lost time soon enough when you were done.

The remaining weeks between then had been full of assignments and deadlines coming up, so it snuck up on you. You'd been on a call with Seungmin the night before playing Overwatch when you looked down at the date on your computer.

"What time is it? Lemme- oh, shit." You stopped mid sentence, staring at the date on your computer screen in awe.

Seungmin looked confused, his webcam up on your second screen. "What's wrong? Do I need to back out of the queue?"

"No, no," You shook your head, laughing nervously, "I just saw the date. Your birthday's tomorrow."

"Don't tell me you forgot," Seungmin looked a little dumbfounded.

"I didn't forget, I just.. I've had a lot going on these past few weeks that September kinda went a little too fast."

"It's okay," Seungmin reassured, "I'll forgive you when I get to open the pile of gifts you've been sending me tomorrow morning."

"I wish I could be there to see it," You lamented.

"It's alright. You'll be able to give me them all in person next year, right?"

"Right! Plus, I'll be able to give you Christmas gifts at least."

At that moment, you connected to a game and the topic of conversation switched. The thought of missing his birthday lingered in the back of your mind, but you pushed it away in order to enjoy the night with your boyfriend.

As the night was coming to a close, you made sure to wish him a happy birthday right as the clock rolled over to midnight. It wouldn't be out of the ordinary to stay up another three hours, but Seungmin decided to go to bed early and you followed in his footsteps.

Sleeping was nice. It was one of the times you could see Seungmin. He was almost always there waiting for you with a smile on his face. You could do anything together, just in a fantasy land. Maybe he wasn't really there, but it was enough to keep you going.

That night, you laid with him in bed. Your head was on his chest over a soft sweater as he sung to you. It was the first time in a while you'd dreamed of his room, bringing back all of the fond memories from before you'd left. His posters, guitar sat against his record collection, all his bookshelves. His diary was even on the nightstand beside his bed, true to life.

You almost hated waking up. The world was cruel for taking away the perfect dream it had crafted, but you knew soon enough you'd be in his room again.

Seungmin's birthday fell on a Sunday this year, so you didn't worry too much about waking up early. When you did inevitably get up, you made sure to text him a few more 'happy birthday' messages just in case he forgot about it himself. He was already up, thanking you for the birthday wishes and sending you a photo of his outfit.

It wasn't really his style to be awake and ready this early in the day, but it was his birthday. He has to make the most of his special day, you thought. So, you sent back some compliments and hearts and moved on with your own morning routine.

As you normally would, you kept Seungmin updated through texts on your morning. He wasn't super chatty, but it was to be expected with whatever he had planned. You expected to see a wall of text on what he was up to by the end of the day, but for now it was quiet.

By noon, you had gotten a little concerned, but brushed it off. His family likely had things to do with him, right? Plus, he had to get in some good meals.

It was almost one in the afternoon when you finally heard back from him. Seeing his name on your phone screen gave you an instant feeling of relief.

seungmin: come outside

You heard a knock at your door. The text had you confused, but you followed along. He couldn't be here, right?

Opening the door, there he stood. He was grinning ear-to-ear, shifting around on his feet. "Surprise."

It was on instinct that you threw your arms around him and hugged him with all the weight in your body. His wrapped around you and squeezed you back until you were wincing from the pressure.

"What are you doing here?!" You looked at him dumbfounded, your head spinning.

He looked back at you sheepishly, "I dunno, just thought it'd be cool if I showed up for a birthday surprise?"

"Yeah, but it's your birthday, Seungmin. That's the kind of thing I should be doing on your special day!"

"Well, I knew you didn't have enough to come visit this year, and I made it work! I really didn't want to wait so long to see you again."

You laced your fingers with his and pulled him inside, and that's when the explanation started.

Seungmin had first come up with the idea to come visit on his birthday almost a month prior when he first learned you couldn't come see him. He'd booked a flight out and made sure there wasn't any huge exams around the day.

That morning, he'd gotten up at six just to get ready and look good in time to catch his flight. He'd sent you photos he'd taken earlier when he was sitting in the airport, hoping it didn't look too suspicious.

The absence in texts was his flight over. It wasn't super long, but it was enough that he worried you'd catch onto his plan. From there, he'd gathered his stuff as quickly as he could and grabbed a ride over to your place.

After his story, you made sure to get him some food and snacks, which you happily enjoyed together as he turned on a show. He got a small tour of your student accommodation after the first episode before revealing that he had some plans set up.

Seungmin had made lunch reservations at a place not too far off campus and wanted to take you on a walk there. Of course, you said yes.

The entire way there, Seungmin refused to let go of your hand. He'd swing it along with your steps, chattering on about what was happening and the music he was making. But, no matter what, his fingers were locked with yours.

That was the fun part: Seungmin wasn't usually a big talker. He'd have lots of input to give when you would talk to him, but he wasn't super into initiating his own discussions. Today was different.

So as you walked down the cracked pavement of the sidewalks, your attention was grabbed by your chatty boyfriend. You got to engage with a lot of what he was saying, but it was nice to just walk and listen to him ramble.

Everything seemed more lively. The birds had their own chorus, the grass looked greener, and there were less loud cars blaring their music. By the time you were coming up on the lunch spot, you found your heart contented with the day already, even if you'd only been with Seungmin less than two hours.

"Minnie?" You squeezed his hand softly as you waited at a sidewalk.

Seungmin turned towards you with a smile on his face. "Yeah?"

"Thank you for coming and seeing me," You felt your face flush a little at the thought, "I really don't know how I could've waited any longer without you."

Your boyfriend's big grin couldn't be contained as he let out a quiet laugh. "I don't think I could've waited, either. You've been in my dreams too much lately, and it's been driving me crazy not having you here."

"You see me in your dreams, too?" You asked, recalling the one from the previous night, "It's kind of infuriating, isn't it? It feels so perfect and then it's taken away so quick."

"Yeah, I just couldn't wait another day without having you here with me," Seungmin stopped as you crossed to the other side of the street before pulling you into a hug, "I had to hold you like this for real."

"You're such a dork."

Seungmin snickered as he pulled away from the hug and gave you a quick, yet tender kiss. His lips were soft and tasted sweet, making you miss them the second they were gone. "For you. The rest of the world doesn't matter to me."

"Today really has you in a sentimental mood, huh?" You pulled him in for another kiss, making sure it lasted longer. "Happy birthday."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go get lunch before you make out with me on the street."

[chrrychills]

the look of love .

main six « homecoming with their s/o!

ashlyn banner:

•honestly, she didn't plan on going until less than a week before the dance. homecoming is too hot, crowded and noisy for her and it just didn't seem like something she'd enjoy, but all of her friends (but more importantly you) were going, so she bought a last minute ticket.

•her dress is emerald green, because you and taylor wouldn't shut up about how good redheads look in green. she almost got a different color because she was convinced she looked like princess merida.

•wears heels for a good five minutes before taking them off because her feet hurt.

•tries to steer clear of the crowded areas, and you'll take breaks from dancing/socializing to sit at the snack table with her.

•glancing at you every three seconds because she'd die if you caught her staring, but you looked so good it hurt.

•let's you do her hair and makeup after twenty minutes of convincing. she ends up loving it and telling you how good you did.

aiden clark:

•he goes all in– a cheesy hoco proposal, complete with your favorite flowers and a jellycat. also lets you choose the color you two wear.

•he convinces you to run for homecoming court with him and does everything in his power to make sure you two win. you end up winning prince and princess.

•absolutely the life of the party. he's obliterating the middle of the dance circle and he ends up on at least 15 people's private snap stories.

•constantly complimenting you the entire night and reminding you how good you look.

•the dance ended at 10, but you guys don't end up getting home until midnight because aiden wanted to go eat and you lost track of time.

•the entirety of his insta story is you two for the next few days.

•surprisingly, he's really good at slow dancing. he's lowkey making fun of all the other couples that keep tripping over each other's feet.

•he cracked is phone because it fell out of his pocket while he was trying to do a backflip. tyler has a video.

ben clark:

•also wasn't too sure on going at first, because he isn't a huge fan of crowds. that doubt is gone as soon as you express even a sliver of excitement, though.

•while you were looking for a dress, he went shopping with you and sat through probably 100 different dresses with a smile on his face.

•he also does a homecoming proposal, but it's a lot more lowkey than aiden's. he shows up at your door with a bouquet of flowers and your favorite food, and the most heartwarming message anyone's ever written.

•he takes all of your pictures, holds your bag and heels, and takes you out to dinner after because he's the best.

•your insta post the day after is nothing short of perfect. thank ben and his amazing camera skills.

•not a big dancer, but he'll walk around with you and stay with you while you socialize. he's either doing that or making sure aiden isn't breaking something.

•let's you fall asleep on him during the car ride home because he could tell how exhausted you were.

tyler hernandez:

•he didn't show it, but the hoco proposal had him stressing. he recruited taylor and they spent hours making a poster and looking for flowers.

•his teammates made fun of him for being "whipped" after they saw you had posted his proposal on your social media.

•let's you pick the color, and you two end up wearing red.

•like aiden, you guys also run for homecoming court and win prince and princess. (tyler's teammates went around the school and bribed people to vote for you two.)

•staring problem. you caught him shamelessly staring at you with the most lovestruck expression so many times, you've lost count of how much it happens. that doesn't even stop him, either.

•taylor takes the cutest pictures ever. tyler says he doesn't like any of them because he looks dorky, but he secretly loves them. ends up posting at least five the next day.

•after homecoming ends, he's actively brainstorming dates that give you a reason to wear your dress again.

taylor hernandez:

•she loves hoco. she's been counting down the days since the theme and date was released.

•you both decided on wearing pink, except taylor's dress is the sparkliest one she could find. you two end up cleaning glitter out of random places for a good two weeks after.

•you guys get ready together and blast trashy pop music the entire time.

•the two of you ended up accidentally making homecoming proposals for each other, and asking on the same day. she keeps the poster you made next to her vanity.

•since taylor's fairly popular, you end up socializing with most of the school the entire night. you spend the entire ride home gossiping about things people told you that you probably aren't supposed to know.

•another top tier photographer. the pictures of you two come out so cute neither of you shut up about them for a week.

•you guys have a sleepover after and spend the entirety of the day after bed rotting.

lacey's notes:

in honor of my homecoming being yesterday, here's this. the post-hoco depression set in this morning and i have nothing to look forward to now.

i love hoco.

[thefrogman]

Froggie's Mailbox Adventures

I have been wanting to tell this story for a while now. This all happened right before my birthday and then I got sick for 4 weeks and didn't have the energy to talk about it.

So let us take a trip into the recent past to hear a tale of woe and triumph with a bunch of extra woe interspersed throughout.

It all began on the 4th of July.

Some neighborhood rascals ruined my old mailbox with a baseball bat.

They also destroyed my brand new mailbox sensor that lets me know when there is mail so I don't have to make multiple trips to check.

(Ring replaced it for free, so that was nice.)

Originally, I was going to hire someone to replace the mailbox. But I was not having much luck finding someone who could do that specific task. (I've been having trouble finding help in general due to living in a supposedly "dangerous" area.)

So I decided to try and install the mailbox myself. And I had no idea how much of an adventure that was going to be...

My first step was tearing off the old one to see how it was mounted.

I got some paper and a sharpie and noted where the holes were. And, of course, they didn't line up with the new mailbox.

Which is a really nice mailbox. I mean, it is solid. Check this bad boy out and please don't notice the dirty clothes lying on the floor in the background.

It is always so tempting to save a few bucks and get the cheaper thing, but I am so glad I splurged on this. It looks nice. It functions well. It has magnets. And I don't think it can be baseball-batted without some instant karmic retribution from Newton's third law.

My next step was to get a new mounting plate. And even though I try not to go to Home Depot because it is run by a bunch of conservative religious bigots... I went to Home Depot.

I was a little nervous about leaving the house at the time because I was still struggling with my heart issue (which I think is mostly resolved now). I was trying to be very careful about how much I exerted myself. I really didn't want to have an episode while I was out and about.

After searching for a while I discovered they had a mounting plate and a pressure-treated mounting board. I could do wood or metal. And they were located on completely opposite ends of the store because of course they were.

I had both items in my hand and I did that thing where you just keep staring at something hoping a useful thought will pop into your brain. I had no clue which one was better for my needs. There is surprisingly little information regarding mailbox installation on the internet. YouTube really let me down on this one. I was just kinda winging it and solving problems as I went along.

I stared for for a little while longer and no useful thoughts happened.

I was tired of staring so I just said, "Fuck it" and made an executive decision.

Then I almost passed out in Home Depot.

I spent too much time walking around that gigantic monstrosity of a store and my heart started beating super fast and my legs felt like jello and I started getting quite dizzy.

I was in rough shape.

So... I had a little lie-down next to a wall of tape measures.

I just stared up at them thinking about all of the things I could measure.

I could measure a dog.

Or a horsie.

Or a horsie the size of a dog.

Then I thought, "Ooh, that one has lasers! I NEED IT."

My brain was not functioning at 100% in that moment.

After about 10 minutes of thinking about lasers and things I could measure with lasers, my body seemed to reboot and I was able to get up. Thankfully no one saw me and thought there was a dead body in the aisle or something. But that was still embarrassing all the same.

Once my heart slowed down I was able to pay and make it out to the car. I headed home and saw one of the most unusual sunsets of my life. The sun was dim and a shade of orange I have never seen in nature. It was like, cheeto orange. Not only that, it was a perfect circle with a super crisp outline. It didn't look real.

I tried to get a picture of it but when I looked at the picture later, the camera didn't capture anything like what I saw.

This is the best approximation I can manage. But it still doesn't do it justice.

I was hoping I could get home in time to grab my real camera and capture this strange setting sun, but it dipped below the horizon just as I pulled into my driveway.

I then started problem solving how to get the new mailbox in place with the items I purchased. And I was on a deadline because I have no clue what happens when the mailperson arrives and they don't have a mailbox to put the mail in. Do they just throw it on the ground? Do they get to keep the mail? Are they going to use all of my grocery coupons?

And for some reason, my post office does not keep a consistent delivery schedule. I've been trying to figure out a pattern for weeks and they just seem to come "whenever" and that is about as close as I can pin it down. Which is why I got the mailbox sensor.

Due to my near fainting episode in Home Depot, I was in no shape to be handy, so I was trying to think of a temporary solution to put the new mailbox on without properly mounting it. At first I was going to just wrap it in packing tape a bunch of times. But then I noticed I had a bunch of string. And I decided that was a more interesting solution... for reasons? My brain was still not doing well. But when I tried to tie the new mailbox to the post with the string it failed miserably. And I realized the packing tape wouldn't work either. The mailbox did not sit flat on the post and it wiggled. However, because I tried the dumb string method, I discovered this wiggle issue and it actually helped me figure out how to mount it.

I gave up for the night and decided to hope I could install the box in the morning before "whenever" happened. The next morning I started drawing dots on boards and comparing my old holes to my new holes and measuring clearances. (Measuring without lasers like a chump.) I needed to elevate the mailbox in order to mount it and that's when I thought to combine the board and the plate. I could screw the board into the old holes and then create new holes in the board for the plate to attach. And the plate lined up with the holes in the bottom of the new mailbox.

EASY!

It was a pretty big brain moment for me and I felt like I just solved quantum physics or something.

You're probably pretty confused because you are not as smart as I am.

Here is a diagram to help.

The board mounts to the post arm. The plate screws into the board. The mailbox screws into the plate.

Or just use string.

Also, how fortunate was it that I stared for all that time and got frustrated and just bought both things?

My next problem was that my drill wouldn't fit inside the mailbox and I couldn't screw the screws in place. So I drilled pilot holes in the board so I could manually screw in the screws with a ratcheting right angle screwdriver.

And the only reason I had one of those is because I use it as a fidget toy. (I like the clicky sounds.)

Another lucky happenstance!

I tried to prepare as much as I could in my garage before dragging all of my tools to the end of my lengthy driveway. I brought along my dad's old rolling walker so I'd have something to transport everything.

But also so I'd have something to sit on while I was installing the new box. Then I wouldn't have another heart episode and need another lie-down.

Seriously, how big is my brain?

I am like the smartest person alive.

So I got to the end of the driveway with all of my tools and my board and my plate and my templates and I realized something was missing.

The new mailbox.

I am like the dumbest person alive.

After a quick back-and-forth to retrieve the mailbox, I got started on my master mounting plan.

I screwed the board onto the post arm.

Then I screwed the plate into the board.

Then I lined up the new mailbox onto the plate.

But as I was doing this, I was kinda sticking out into the street a little bit. And usually that isn't a big deal. Cars can see me from very far away and they were just steering around me. But then two cars came from opposite directions at the same time and I was in a precarious position where I could not move. One car steered wide to avoid me, and for some reason, the other car decided not to slow down but to drive off the edge of the street.

And as they pulled this maneuver I heard a loud thump, followed by a loud pop, and then the sound of hissing getting farther and farther away.

Like a snake version of the Doppler effect.

They drove directly into this and popped their tire.

On the one hand, I felt a little responsible and guilty. On the other, it is not my responsibility to fix the street. And on a third hand, that was silly driving behavior and perhaps they will see this as a learning moment.

After processing what just happened I got back to the task at hand. To my delight and surprise, all of my planning and problem-solving was working. Everything fit together perfectly. The right angle ratcheting screwdriver was screwing in the screws. And after I tightened the final one...

I had successfully installed a new mailbox, on my own, without any jankiness or tape or string.

Like, I did this legit proper.

Tons of pure endorphins rushed into wherever endorphins go. (Again, I am very smart.) That feeling of accomplishment was pure ecstasy. I had no idea how to do this and in less than 24 hours I was basically an expert mailbox installer. I took some shots of my work on my phone so I could brag to Katrina, packed up all of my tools, and began to walk back to the house.

And... my heart started beating fast again.

And... I needed to have another little lie-down in the grass next to my driveway.

I stared up at the sky and was frustrated and proud simultaneously. A weird mixture of emotions. At the time I didn't know if my heart could be fixed. But thankfully I had my sense of accomplishment to temper my heart sadness.

And then I thought, "I should get a new address sign."

Epilogue time!

I got on Amazon and started looking up new signs. And I found one that was solar powered and lit up at night. So clearly I needed to have that one. My midnight food delivery people will never struggle to find my house again!

And it actually looked pretty neat.

(My address is not actually four 0s, but you are free to try sending me something.)

The sign was very easy to read... if you were super duper close.

But if you were farther away...

You couldn't actually distinguish the numbers. And it kinda looked weird next to the mailbox. And headlights made the numbers even harder to see. Which was the opposite of what I was going for.

So I opted to get a more traditional sign.

(Please send items to the realm of nothingness. I am in the void.)

But this bugged me because the sign was a different size than the old sign and the connection points didn't line up perfectly.

I HAD A CATAWAMPUS CHAIN!

WHICH IS THE MOST UNACCEPTABLE KIND OF WAMPUS!

It was at this point that Katrina started making fun of my perfectionism.

But this wasn't perfectionism for perfection's sake.

My Dad was having trouble fixing things around the house. And some other kids knocked over the previous, previous mailbox. And he found the strength to go to the store, get a new one, and install it all by himself. He was at the end of the driveway, attached to his portable oxygen canisters, and fixing one last thing for this house.

And I guess I just wanted to get it back to perfect. Because he never did any handyman task half-assed. He was a full-ass handyman. Always.

So... I fixed the sign.

Perfectly balanced.

Again, feel free to send me stuff to 0000 Road.

I'm sure it will get here... "whenever."

[brodygold]

The Perfect Wedding

“What do you mean he’s not coming, Barry!?”

“That’s what his text says, hon. Here, look.”

This was supposed to be the best day of our lives. Everything was leading up to today. First meeting Rachel at college, where we both studied mechanical engineering. Proposing on the two year anniversary of our first date, in the same restaurant, at the same table. Spending the next year meticulously planning every detail of the wedding: the perfect venue, the perfect catering, the perfect tux and wedding dress. I spent hours writing my vows, which were currently burning a hole in the pocket of my tuxedo pants. Everything had to be perfect.

So why in the world do I get a text from the wedding officiant, the pastor of our local church, 15 minutes before the ceremony starts saying he won’t be able to make it?

Rachel threw her hands up in frustration. “Ugh. Did he at least give a reason?”

I looked back at the text. “Nope. He just said ‘Sorry I won’t be able to make it bro.’” That confused me a little bit. Pastor Kenneth was a rather uptight old man. I didn’t think bro was even in his vocabulary.

I got pulled out of my thoughts with a strong tap on my shoulder.

Standing behind me was a man about our age, mid twenties I’d have to guess. He had deep dark brown hair with a golden streak in the front, combed neatly. His hazel eyes perfectly complemented his suit, and his gold tie was shiny and captivating, if a little casual for an elegant wedding like this.

“Are you two Barry and Rachel?”

“That’s us. Who are you?”

“Ken told me he was supposed to officiate your wedding today and feels bad that he won’t be able to, so I came in his place.”

I let out a sigh of relief, not even realizing he never introduced himself like I asked. The wedding proceeding as planned was great to hear. “That’s great. Thank you so much.”

“Don’t mention it. I just want you two to be happy today. I know weddings are stressful, but I want you to try to relax, okay?

Surprisingly, I actually did feel more relaxed when he said that. I could tell Rachel was the same. She had an almost blank look on her face behind her smile. I didn’t think about that too much though, relaxing was more important.

The man continues. “That’s it. Just relax for me. Everything will be perfect in the end.” He looked down at his gold watch. “It looks like we should go. Everyone is waiting for the big event to begin.”

—————————————————————————

I won’t lie, I felt incredibly nervous standing at the alter, my best man at my side, waiting for what felt like an eternity for it to start. But the man’s words resonated with me. Just relax, everything will be perfect. I can do this.

It wasn’t long before my bride to be was walking slowly down the aisle, guided by her father. Mr. Johnston had an air of authority around him even now. Stiff, formal, looking down on the common folk. I pushed that thought aside to continue admiring the love of my life walking towards me, ready to begin our new life together.

The new officiant began his speech.

“We have gathered here today for a truly momentous occasion. To celebrate the union and bond of two lovers and make it official. To share memories and make plenty of new ones for the future.”

“Marriage isn’t just about love. It’s a transformation. Bringing people together to become something bigger than the individual. Trusting one another. In essence, a team.”

Pretty standard as far as speeches go so far. This man seems to know his stuff at least. I can feel myself getting calmer and calmer already, and Rachel seems to be feeling the same way.

“Just like on a team, those in a marriage can grow. If they put in the time and effort, they can stand at the top together. They can score every goal.”

That makes sense. Reminds me of how I met Raychel, actually. I knew as soon as I saw her on the intramural soccer team our first year of college that she was the one. We went to the gym together as often as we could and really grew, both physically and as a couple. Made finding a tux for the wedding difficult, but it was worth it.

“But with enough hard work and dedication, they can succeed at anything. Even if they’re not the brightest bulbs in the box, the heart is what matters most. Who needs brains?”

Exactly! Who needs brains, anyway? Just because Raymel and I barely got out of school don’t mean we can’t do good! I remember meeting her at the gym where we work. I love a girl who can keep up at the gym with me! It’s just too bad we don’t have time for sports besides a weekly pickup game.

“And I can tell these two have heart and passion. I’ve seen these two dominate on the field, in practice, and in the locker rooms and showers of course. They’ll tackle any challenge thrown at them, jump over every hurdle, work together as a cohesive unit. Isn’t that what marriage is all about?”

“And as it is Pride Month, we must also be thankful this marriage is allowed to happen. Celebrate the happy marriage of two muscled bros, for all those who can’t. Shine like GOLD.”

Cheers to that! I’ll dominate anyone on the field and in bed. Bro, chick, it don’t matter to me. But being with my hot stud Raymond is enough for me. My golden bro for life, he is. I don’t know enough words to describe it, bro. His golden kit shows off every feature, just like mine. We just had to wear them for the wedding!

“But I’ve been talking for long enough. I know you’re all spacing out, thinking about the gym, the gains, the bros, and the gold. Now if you two wish, you may give your wedding vows.”

I knew I had dun somethin’ for this, but when I pulled out the paper from my pocket, it was, like, weird. There were all these squiggly lines and loops instead of words. I can’t read that shit! I just tossed it and said what I needed to.

“Raymond, bro… Before I met you, I didn’t even know what I was missing. You were like my missing protein shake, my gym partner for life. Every time I see you, my heart does like, a full chest day.”

“I promise to always spot you—physically, emotionally, and like, spiritually or whatever. I’ll flex with you through good reps and bad sets. Whether we’re crushing goals or just chillin’ in the locker room of life, I’m your man.”

“From now on, it’s just you and me, bro… two pumped-up jocks with one big golden goal—forever.”

I could hear several whoops and hollers from the crowd, all our golden bros cheering us on. My best man Ross clapped me on the shoulder hard. Raymond looked almost embarrassed, his cheeks redder than they were last night as we went to town on each other. He started talking not long after though.

“Barry, dude… ever since you walked into my life, it’s been total gains. You make my heart beat faster than any cardio ever could, and I actually hate cardio, so that means a lot.”

“I vow to never skip leg day with you. I vow to oil your back when it gets too hard to reach. I vow to be your number-one fan in the stands and your strongest rival on the field—’cause iron sharpens iron, bro.”

“Together, we’re unstoppable. I don’t need a playbook, ‘cause I already know the only move I wanna run… is the one that ends with us, side by side, forever jocks, forever in love.”

Cap smiled as Ray finished. I’m so pumped he could… “o-fish-ate” for us or whatever. I know he told us this big word for this, but my dum brain forgot it already. I’ll have to ask him later at the party.

“With the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husbands. You two may kiss and pump chests.”

And we sure did, bro, to the excitement of the bros. Seeing them all standing in the room, their golden jerseys proudly on as always, showing how much they have our backs. I knew we had something awesome here. There’s be plenty of time to celebrate later, and even more back at the hotel room of course, but I just had one more thing I wanted first.

Another kiss from my new husband.

I knew this was gonna be fuckin’ perfect.

[21wanderer]

Secrets (Part 3 of 4)

Part 1 - The Prelude

Part 2 - The First Project The new week started, and I was back at school, everything seemingly like the week before.

"Hey Damien, thanks for driving me home from the party," Lucas said completely oblivious. I smiled innocently, trying to hide my feeling of guilt, but Lucas seemed to be completely unaware of the whole thing, so it seemed like I could relax. "It was no big deal," I replied. "Yeah, I'm not exactly sure what happened, usually I can handle it… Maybe I didn't eat enough that evening or trained too much the day before, but anyway, thanks for being there," Lucas responded and went back to his seat. As my gaze followed him as he got back to his chair and continued to joke around with some of the others, I couldn't help feeling… something, excitement?

I envied Lucas and his body, but the very fact, that I had a copy of his skin, stashed away at home was surreal, if not outright unbelievable. I could look like him if I wanted - I really could. And looking around at my classmates… I could become any of them too… and honestly, I was quite eager to play around some more with the BodyPlast, and I already knew who to use it on.

Still for the time being I had to lie low - I wouldn't risk arousing too much suspicion, and I probably would, if I drove a new unconscious guy home every weekend. There was still a whole school year in front of me, but this was the last one, so by the end of next summer I had to be done. I couldn't believe I was trying to rationalise this, and yet here I was. The Lucas-suit had been stashed away in my room, I hadn't dared to wear it for the fear of my parents walking in on me, it remained hidden and secret, but soon it would get company.

I had waited three months before I attempted making my second suit; Kevin.

Kevin had dyed his hair striking platinum blonde, and while it did suit him, I didn't want my BodyPlast replica having that hair colour, fortunately by the time I dared taking action his hair had almost reverted to its original dirty blonde.

Guilt-ridden I watched Kevin slowly collapse, and once more I could present myself as the reliable and responsible designated driver, and shortly after I had brought Kevin to my house, had him stripped and laid on the floor so I could add the miraculous mixture.

This time I coated the entire body with the exception of the head. The vibrant pink colour began to fade as I waited, holding my breath. Kevin was not as muscular or athletic as Lucas, but his body was still toned, and I marvelled as the BodyPlast took his exact appearance. Peeling off the suit was surprisingly easy, I could stretch the area by the neck wide enough to get both Kevin's shoulders free at once. It was almost like a wetsuit, and I was at a loss for words, when the skin slid off his feet and I held it up in front of me. But I wasn't quite done yet, carefully I painted Kevin's face with the BodyPlast and dipped his hair in it. In fifteen minutes I had a perfect imitation of Kevin's face.

Checking the time, and carefully listening for any footsteps from outside, I began to tidy up, I needed to get rid of my equipment, the BodyPlast skin and get the real Kevin dressed and home safely. The rushing frustrated me, but the more time I spent, the higher the chance of something going wrong. Once I had Kevin delivered to his parents' apartment, I headed down the stairs. But just before I exited the building and wandered back into the night, I stuck my hand in my pocket and pulled out the freshly made Kevin mask and slipped it on.

[kaivenom]

I'm obsessed with your writings about the one piece DILFs, can we get the dilfs cockwarming with specifically a male reader? Reader approaches them to ask about doing it or when the guys would want to do it? Whichever you'd rather explore ✨

Male!reader cockwarming the One Piece Dilfs HCS

Characters: Mihawk, Doflamingo, Crocodile, Smoker,Shanks.

A/N: ohhh, what i see here? A challenge? I accept... Jokes aside, i am a woman and i try to make the hcs as neutral as posible so everyone can identify themselves so this is new, i hope i do It right.

Masterlist

Dracule Mihawk

Surprisingly is a really current activity.

He stays away from you long periods of time so when he cames back, both of you want to be close to each other... To the point of being really really close.

Now Its almost like a normal things, you miss him and get a little horny and lonely so you go to where he is, get naked and sit on his lap.

Like a clock, he understands what you want and instantly gets hard (even if he Will never admit that you have that power over him).

You sink yourself over his cock with a groan from both and stay that way all day, asking you how your days went or just listen to the silence.

Sometimes you fall asleep, other times you feel a little playful and start to move slowly... To Heat him Up, either to not get Up or tu go fuck you.

The first time It happened he started at you blankly, not really knowing where you got that idea, but when he saw the desperate look on your eyes and the bulge on your pants, he decided to indulge you.

The surprise it's that he loves It, and when he is outside on a job he just dreams about getting home to you and just spent all day with you ass on his cock.

Thatˋs your unique way to be together and spent time, sometimes ending Up on other things.

Donquixote Doflamingo

Lets be real, probably he was the one to proposed It.

But supposing that you gained the confidence to tell him about this, he Will see It as a challenge.

He Will challenge you to stay still as long as possible but that is really difficult when he is jerking you off and smacking his hips onto you form time to time.

And this situation happens a couple of times, always trying to push you out of your limits.

But one day he started to loose interest, not in the cockwarming but onto the teasing, he realised that he just liked to have you on his lap and talk about stupid things.

But he still IS a bastard so expect a smack, a thrust, or a teasing on your cock.

Sr. Crocodile

He spents too much time on the job, and you started to get needy and annoyed at his work addiction.

So, one day you went to him at work and he thought "nice, now i can rest a little, i am really tired", but when you put his hand on your pants and sat on his lap, he sighted, he understands your point but work gets him tired.

The thing he didn't expected was for you to stay still on his lap, he for sure thought that you were going to ride him, but this sensation it's not that bad.

It's the good about sex and your perfect ass but without needing to waste an energy that he doesn't have.

So now, from time to time, you get a call from his Office and you go to leave something, but you just stay there talking sweet things to him while he is burried inside you.

He simply loves It, cause he can see you and take a taste of you but still be in good shape to continue the day... But this doesn't mean that he won't go home and finish business.

Smoker

When he got ascended on his job, you started to see him really, really stressed and somehow, you came Up with that idea.

You approached him and proposed that, he turned into a tomato and say no.

But later that week, when he was on the verge of a collapse from the stress, he called you and accepted the request.

From that moment, when you sat on his lap while was laying in bed, It became his little moment of peace, plus if you give him a massage.

The view of your body on top of him and your ass pressing against his cock just makes It imposible for him to think on anything else.

It just gives him what he needs to keep going with his day and job.

It has come to the point that even on the morning, when he didn't leave to work yet, that he just wants a little session of cockwarming to start te day.

Akagami Shanks

You both Saw It at the first time on a sex tape, It was interesting in theory.

But when you tried, Shanks didn't get It and started to get a little impatient, laughing nervously while trying to thrust into you.

"I dont get It."

"It's supposed to be intimate, we are supposed to be like this to connect more." you said while locking your hips.

"i am with my dick on your ass, i can't be more connected than this." You looked at him annoyed.

"Idiot." You were about to stand Up but he stopped you with little kisses.

"Sorry, tell me something to distract." But he couldn't get distracted for much time.

It's not something that happens usually, but when you are in the mod, he tries to indulge you into this. Even when he didn't last long and end Up fucking you afterwards, he tries.

[animeomegas]

Itachi

Outdoor sex 👀

Canon Itachi spends a lot of time outdoors, mainly travelling between various countries and villages for his work with the Akatsuki.

But outdoor sex is not something that would ever enter his head as something anyone could even do.

He is surprisingly, or perhaps unsurprisingly, naïve when it comes to sex, so it's up to you to bring the idea up to him.

He likes it more than he thought he would. Probably a 4/10.

Afterwards he feels so weird, so young, like he's been caught with his hand in the biscuit jar. His cheeks stay red for an hour.

I think it's good for him to get up to some normal teenage shenanigans, even if his actual life is so far away from normal.

You were far enough from civilisation that you and Itachi had deemed a fire safe enough to keep going all night. You were glad; it was much colder here than you were used to.

You and Itachi were sat side by side on the ground, sheltered in part by a large tree. You watched him for a moment as the firelight danced across his stoic features. The lines in his face were deeper than ever. It worried you sometimes, how much your lives were destroying your both. You were in too far now to pull out, but... you had been trying to find more moments of joy to help balance things out.

Itachi was resistant to your plan with his almost monk-ish way of avoiding all of life's simple pleasures as 'unnecessary'. You were still working on getting him to enjoy himself sometimes.

You eyed the dark forest and an idea spawned into your head.

"It's cold."

"It is," Itachi said in agreement. He looked towards you for the first time in over an hour. Long silences were the third party of your relationship at this point.

"I know a way we could both keep warm..." You didn't wait for his response before you shuffled closer and pressed your cold lips to the warm flesh of his neck. He jumped and you opened your lips to make it clear that you didn't mean it to be a chaste peck.

You pulled back and were immediately greeted with a wide-eyed Itachi. He looked a little like an exceptionally baffled owl.

"Come on, 'tachi, there's no one for miles." You pressed a kiss to his lips. He did not reciprocate, so you pulled back again. He was still staring at you.

His mouth worked like he was trying to speak but it was a few more seconds until the words came out. "We're... outside?"

You giggled at his voice. He sounded so confused and like he wanted to check you for brain damage. "You can have sex outside, 'tachi."

His whole face went pink and he broke eye contact. "That's..."

"Here, what about a blowjob then?" You reached to undo his cloak. His eyes darted nervously left and right, but he didn't protest. You watched him for any sign of genuine protest, but it seemed like he was just struggling to understand that people could have sex in the woods. For a professional murderer, he had the strangest hang ups. "It will feel good, I promise."

...

After you finished sucking his soul out from in between his legs, Itachi spent the rest of the evening with his face tucked into your shoulder, shifting like a guilty teenager. It was a surprisingly cute version of your partner that you rarely got to see.

"Did it feel good?" you whispered into his hair. "Did you like trying something outside?"

Itachi didn't respond at first, but soon you felt him nod against your shoulder. "It's... I didn't know that... It was... good."

You noticed the next morning that he'd slept much better than he normally did while on mission.