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chrattho1 · 8 days ago

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chris sturniolo smut

filthy

warnings: unprotected sex, use of petnames, established relationship

inspired by this prompt by @muwapsturniolo

the kids are fast asleep, the house stands still, nothing but the sound of dishes clinking under the water as you washed and dried them.

a small frown tugs at your face, worried thoughts invading your silenced mind when you realise your husband is unusually late tonight.

it wasn’t until you were washing the last of the cups when you heard the main door creak open, your head snaps and hand subconsciously reaches to turn the faucet off before grabbing a towel from the side to dry your palms and quite literally sprint towards the hallway.

not even halfway out the kitchen your body was pressed to another.

chris’s sweaty broad frame right in your face when he stops you by holding onto your shoulders.

his long-sleeved white undershirt is no longer white, his blue button up rolled across his arms when he pulls back to look at you.

“woah there, what’s the rush ma?” his tired eyes still glinting with playfulness, a grin spread across his spent features.

his hat turned backwards, small locks of hair peeking out. a tiny cut on his lip evidently showing his habit of biting on it when he is focused or working.

he has had a long day.

you don’t respond to his rhetorical question, simply bringing your palm to his cheek and wiping off the black car grease from under his eye.

“missed you” your voice below a whisper, but he catches it perfectly.

a smirk tugging on the corners of his mouth, slowly pushing your body back with his until your ass hits the edge of the kitchen counter.

“missed me?” he mockingly pouts, his calloused palms trailing down from your shoulders to your back and resting on your hips, giving your ass a little squeeze.

you nod softly, pulling his head down desperately for a kiss but to your surprise he pulls back.

“hey now, im dirty” he spoke chuckling, clearly enjoying your state.

“i dont care” you mutter, pulling his head down again, this time more fiercely, kissing him open mouthed and sloppy.

chris giggles into the kiss before tilting his head, lips complying with yours.

you press your tongue onto his bottom lip before taking it in between your teeth, tugging on it as you taste the dried,salty sweat that probably ran down from his forehead.

his hands roam aimlessly around your body and settle on your hips each time, his nose digging into yours which makes both of your breathing sound heavy and shaky.

your fingers tangle in his hair slightly pulling onto some, you need him bad.

it isn’t long until he grips the back of your thighs, pulling you up and setting you down on the counter—all while not breaking the kiss.

your wet lips recede from chris’s, making their way to his jaw, placing small scurried kisses along the prominent bone then down to his neck.

“slow down, im right here” you can hear the smirk on his face, feeling his chapped lips graze your earlobe.

your small hand clutches the hem of his shirt, pulling it down.

he pulls himself off of you finally getting rid of the worn out shirt around his forearm and grabbing the round collar on the one he is wearing to draw it up his head making his hat fall off in the process.

he was quick to get back to your mouth, hungrily kissing it now. his hand comes up to grab your chin firmly, angling your face to his liking.

his dirt filled nails dig into the skin of your cheeks, his palms that were covered in grease leaving faded splotches on your face.

chris’s free hand drops down to undo his belt hastily, making you pull back and help him out to fasten the process.

“missed me so much huh?” he speaks with a mischievous scoff.

you successfully pull his pants down and look up at him to catch him grinning down at you. his index finger reaching to hook on your shorts and you buck your hips to help him pull them down.

his boxers were down the next second, his hard length springing up to his stomach. tip swollen and aching to be inside you.

his digits find their way to the corner of your panties, pushing them aside in a swift motion, his knee nudging your legs apart before his strong hands wrapped them around his torso.

his breath still ragged from the intense make out, lips red and his mouth hung slightly as he focuses on aligning his tip with your entrance.

he doesn’t warn you before slamming his hips into yours, filling you up completely.

chris lets out a low groan as he starts thrusting hard and deep, gripping your hips tightly.

your head falls back, hands stretched out on the counter.

his pace relentless, each powerful stroke sending jolts of pleasure through you.

“holy shit—” he pants out, his eyes dark with lust.

chris’s jaw drops watching you arch your back and bite your lip, moaning loudly.

the sound of your wet bodies and your ass hitting the cold marble counter with each thrust echoes through out the room.

“oh—fuck chris..” you moan out loud, pressing your eyes shut.

chris grins wickedly, your moan spurring on him. he thrusts deeper, hitting a spot that he knows makes you squirm.

“thats it ma, take it” his voice strained.

his nails dig into the flesh of your hips, plowing into you with intensity.

“nngh…chris” your face scrunched up in pleasure, the knot in your stomach getting tighter.

“fuck, y’feels so good..” he growls, one hand sliding between your bodies to rub your clit furiously.

“oh—oh fuck-” your thighs quiver around him.

“like that? huh?” his breath hits your face and you nod frantically in response.

he knows you’re about to cum when he sees the familiar sight of your eyes rolling back pornographically.

your gummy walls clench around him and his hand comes off your clit to grip the edge of the counter to stabilise himself.

with a screech you cum undone on his dick, forming a white ring around the base.

the sounds you make go straight to his dick, queuing his orgasm.

with a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside you and comes hard, filling you with his hot cum.

chris stays buried inside you, his dick twitching as he empties himself completely. he is breathing heavily, his sweaty forehead pressed against yours as he comes down from his intense orgasm.

chris smiles softly, his thumb gently brushing against your cheek.

he slowly pulls out, making you both shiver at the sensation. he watches as some of his cum leaks out of you, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

“so you like it when i am filthy huh” his eyebrows quirk up when he looks up at you and you nudge your elbow into his chest at the comment.

he chuckles at your embarrassment.

not proofread, english is not my first language

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woniedarlin · 1 month ago

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Love at First Bite

Pairing: Chef! Jay x Food Lover! Reader

Synopsis: Jay, a perfectionist chef, has no time for distractions, so when an ordinary guest like you barges into his world, eating like it’s your last meal, he becomes irritated. What starts as irritation turns into late-night kitchen encounters, and moments that leave Jay wondering if it was just the food or you all along.

Author's Note: Yes, I watched Attack on Titan. The idea was random because I suddenly thought of Sasha and Niccolo. And then I thought of Jay. So I put two and two together, and voilà! Most of my works are about Jungwon, but I also wanted to start writing about other members—so I started this. Happy reading!

Warnings: This story is a fun, lighthearted take on a food-loving character. No harmful eating behaviors are intended. It also contains moments of class-based prejudice.

Permanent tag list: @sol3chu @chlorinecake @13tter @jung1w0n @layzfy

Heavily based on Sasha and Niccolo from Attack on Titan.

The rich smell of seared meat and herbs drifted through the grand dining hall of Luminara, the finest restaurant in Korea. The chandeliers lit up, and the voices of high-class guests were heard. Jay stood behind the counter with his arms crossed, looking closely at the dishes before him. Each plate he sent out was a piece of art made with care and pride. He had spent years refining his craft, serving only the most elite patrons who understood fine dining. He didn’t cook for just anyone. Only those who could appreciate the delicate balance of flavors and the effort behind every carefully plated meal.

"Jay," the owner of Luminara approached him with a smile. “Tonight, we’re inviting a few special guests. Not our usual clientele, but a few people outside this city are getting a taste of real luxury."

Jay frowned and set down his utensils. "You’re letting outsiders in? What’s the point? This place was built on exclusivity."

The owner chuckled at Jay’s apparent irritation. "To remind ourselves what food is really about. You’ll see."

Jay scoffed. He didn’t cook for people who wolfed down meals without appreciating the craftsmanship behind them. He cooked for those who knew how to savor every bite, who understood the layers of flavors and the artistry in each presentation. The thought of common diners stuffing their faces without a second thought made his blood boil. But the decision wasn’t his, and as much as he hated it, he had no choice but to comply.

As the evening went on, the dining hall changed. Louder and rougher conversations replaced the usual calm atmosphere. The guests that gathered had a different energy. They weren’t dressed in tailored suits or designer gowns. They were ordinary people, eyes wide as they took in the grandeur of Luminara. Some gawked at the lavish decor, while others whispered excitedly, clearly unfamiliar with such luxury.

Jay watched with narrowed eyes as the servers hesitated before placing dishes in front of these new guests. He clenched his jaw as laughter echoed from a table near the center, a sound far too carefree for his liking. His gaze zeroed in on one particular diner who was already making an impression…and not in a good way.

You were excited and couldn’t sit still as you looked at the menu. When the server brought a basket of fresh bread, you eagerly dug in, enjoying the soft, warm rolls as if you hadn’t eaten in days. Jay noticed your lack of grace and restraint

This was pure indulgence.

"Unbelievable," he muttered under his breath while shaking his head.

Then came the main course: a perfectly cooked steak, truffle-infused mashed potatoes, and a delicate garnish. As soon as it was set in front of you, you dug in without waiting. Your fork and knife moved quickly, and you ate before the server left. Jay frowned when he saw this. This was precisely what he had worried about. His food was being consumed without any appreciation.

But then, something unexpected happened. You stopped eating, and your face changed into something gentler. Tears filled your eyes as you softly said, "This is the best thing I've ever eaten."

Jay felt embarrassed and looked away, frowning. "What an idiot," he said quietly.

For the first time, someone had shown pure joy from his food.

Sitting next to you, your friends exchanged looks as they watched you joyfully eat bite after bite, with tears still shining in your eyes. "Slow down!" one of them urged. "You're going to choke if you keep eating like that!"

You barely acknowledged them, too overwhelmed by the flavors dancing on your tongue. Between mouthfuls, you managed to blurt out, "This is—so—good!" before hastily swallowing and turning toward the kitchen. "Chef!" you called out with gratitude. "Thank you! This is the best meal I've ever had!"

Jay, observing the scene from afar, stiffened at the sudden attention. His ears burned red. "There's more food," he snapped. "Stop crying over one dish." His flustered expression only deepened when you eagerly nodded, grabbing your utensils to continue devouring your meal.

Despite his grumbling, Jay found himself sneaking another glance at you. Something about how you appreciated his cooking….so openly and genuinely…affected him deeply.

The restaurant remained open for drinks and light conversation as the night wore on. The kitchen, however, had officially closed. Jay retreated to his station, cleaning up and ensuring everything was in order before heading out for the night. The owner was still entertaining the guests, their laughter filling the otherwise quiet space.

But then, a sound of soft footsteps on the tile.

Jay narrowed his eyes. He wasn’t alone.

Peeking around the corner, he spotted you crouched near the counter, eyeing a tray of leftovers. Your fingers twitched as you reached for a piece of untouched steak. Before you could bite it entirely, however—

"What the hell are you doing?"

You froze mid-bite, eyes wide, as you turned toward Jay. His arms were crossed, and his face had an unimpressed scowl, but the slight furrow in his brows betrayed his disbelief.

"Uh… late-night snack?" you offered sheepishly while the stolen food was still halfway to your mouth.

Jay let out a sharp sigh and rubbed his temples. "Unbelievable. Don’t you have no shame?"

"I do!" you protested. "But look at this! It’s a crime to let food this good go to waste!"

Jay opened his mouth to argue, but then he noticed how you looked at the food, like it was some treasure. That same unfiltered joy from earlier still sparkled in your eyes, and damn it, it made something in him falter.

"Tch," he muttered. "Please… sit down properly if you’re going to eat."

Your face lit up. "Really? You’re letting me?"

"I didn't say that! Just—" He groaned. "don’t make a mess."

You grinned, eagerly settling into one of the kitchen stools. As you took your first bite, humming in delight, Jay crossed his arms and leaned against the counter, watching you.

"By the way, I’m y/n!" you said brightly as you extended your free hand while holding a piece of steak in the other. "Nice to meet you, Chef grumpy!"

Jay scoffed but hesitated before shaking your hand. "Jay."

You smiled and chewed happily. "You know, you’re talented. I think you might be the best chef in the whole world."

Jay’s face turned red. "Shut up and eat."

♟️

Weeks had passed since the night Jay caught you sneaking into the kitchen, and somehow, your presence had become a constant in his life. You weren’t just another guest the restaurant had invited once, and you kept returning. Sometimes, it was with the same group of people who had been asked that first night. Other times, it was just you, sitting at a table near the kitchen, peeking inside whenever you thought no one was looking.

Jay had no idea why the owner let you roam around so freely, but somehow, he always ended up dealing with you. At first, he acted indifferent, telling himself he didn’t care. But over time, he found himself watching how your eyes lit up at the sight of food, how you would hum in satisfaction after the first bite.

Tonight was no different. The dinner had ended, and the kitchen had closed, but the restaurant remained open while the owner entertained the guests. You, as usual, had eaten to your heart’s content…or so it seemed…until you suddenly groaned.

“I’m still hungry.”

Your friends turned to you in horror. “You just ate a five-course meal!” one of them whispered sharply. “Stop embarrassing yourself.”

“But I’m seriously still hungry,” you whined and pouted. “It’s not my fault everything was so good! I could eat forever.”

Cleaning up near the kitchen entrance, Jay overheard your complaint and sighed heavily. He really shouldn’t care. He really shouldn’t.

Yet, before stopping, he muttered, “Wait here.”

A few moments later, he returned, placing a plate before you. It wasn’t on the menu, just something he had made earlier and hadn’t used. “Eat this,” he said. “It was going to be wasted anyway.”

Your eyes widened as your eyes lightened up instantly. “For me? Really?” Without hesitation, you dug in, humming happily after the first bite. “Ah, Jay, you’re seriously a genius! This is amazing!”

Jay cleared his throat as a faint pink dusted his ears. “Whatever. Just don’t complain about being hungry anymore.”

Your friends exchanged knowing looks while you, completely oblivious, happily continued eating. Jay wasn’t sure what was more frustrating,

How you ate so eagerly, or how he wanted to see that reaction again.

♟️

Time had passed, and somehow, you were still here.

Jay wasn’t sure when it had happened, but at some point, he stopped questioning why you kept showing up at the restaurant. It had become typical to see you hovering near the kitchen, making excuses to talk to him, sneaking bites of food whenever you thought he wasn’t looking.

At first, he was irritated. You were loud and shameless and had no concept of acceptable dining etiquette. But then, something changed…

Maybe it was how you reacted to his food as if every bite was the best thing you’d ever tasted. Perhaps it was how you always showed up with the same bright energy, never letting his cold demeanor push you away. Or maybe it was because, without realizing it, you had started learning more about him.

You knew that Jay had been cooking since childhood, that his parents expected him to be the best, and that he had spent years perfecting his skills. You knew he barely had time for himself, rarely ever sat down to eat his dishes, and hated when people wasted food. “You never actually enjoy your cooking, do you?” you asked one evening, watching as he wiped down the counters after a long shift.

Jay barely glanced at you. “I taste everything I make.”

“That’s not the same,” you argued. “Tasting and enjoying are two different things.”

He scoffed. “Not for me.”

You rested your chin on the counter while watching him work. “You know, I think I’m starting to understand you.”

He shot you a skeptical look. “Oh yeah?”

You nodded. “You act like cooking is just a job, but deep down, it’s more than that. You want people to appreciate your food but pretend not to care. You act like you’re all serious and professional, but you secretly have a soft spot for people who genuinely enjoy eating.”

Jay stilled for a moment, “Shut up.”

You grinned. “See? You’re blushing. I noticed it whenever your ears redden.”

“I’m not,” he grumbled and turned his back to you.

But he didn’t tell you to leave.

And when he caught you stealing a bite from a leftover dish, he sighed and slid the entire plate toward you instead of scolding you.

♟️

The restaurant was packed days later, filled with the city’s most elite customers. You sat at your usual spot, enjoying a simple dish Jay had grudgingly given you when the sound of elegant laughter caught your attention. At the entrance, a woman stepped in. A textbook definition of perfection. She was tall and graceful, dressed in a designer outfit that screamed wealth, and walked with the confidence that made people turn their heads.

You hadn’t thought much of it until you saw her walk straight to Jay.

She leaned in slightly as she spoke. Jay didn’t react much but didn’t brush her off either. Instead, he listened, nodding occasionally as she continued talking.

You felt so different…

You had never thought about it before, but seeing someone so poised, so naturally fitting into Jay’s world, made you feel… small like you didn’t belong here.

You stared down at your plate and suddenly lost your appetite.

“What are you doing here?” A sharp voice cut through your thoughts.

You looked up to see a wealthy-looking man sitting at a nearby table. His eyes narrowed in distaste as he glanced at your plate.

“I—uh, eating?” you answered, confused by his hostility.

He scoffed. “Do you even belong in a place like this? The owner lets anyone in these days.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks as embarrassment flooded through you. You weren’t dressed in designer clothes, you didn’t have the same effortless elegance as the other guests, and you certainly didn’t carry yourself like someone who belonged in a fine-dining restaurant.

Maybe he was right.

Maybe you were just a joke here.

And for the first time, you pushed your plate away. You suddenly didn’t feel so hungry anymore.

But before you could get up, a familiar voice interrupted.

“If you have a problem, take it somewhere else.”

Jay’s voice was colder than you’d ever heard it.

The rude customer was startled by his tone. “Excuse me?”

Jay didn’t back down. “They’re a guest here. If you don’t like it, feel free to leave.”

The entire table fell silent. Even the elegant woman Jay had been talking to earlier turned to watch the scene unfold.

Your heart pounded. You had never expected him to defend you.

The rude customer scoffed, muttering something under his breath before turning away.

You looked up at Jay, who still had that unreadable expression. But instead of saying anything, he picked up your untouched plate and placed it back in front of you.

“Eat.” His voice was quieter this time.

You hesitated. “But—”

“You like food, don’t you?” he muttered, “Don’t waste it just because of some idiot.”

Your chest tightened.

For the first time, Jay wasn’t just tolerating your presence. He was defending it.

♟️

The night air was cool as you stepped out of the restaurant. You were still feeling a little shaken from earlier. You weren’t sure why the customer’s words had gotten to you so much. Maybe it was because, deep down, you had already felt like you didn’t belong.

You sighed, hugging your arms as you stared at the street. It was late, and you’d have to catch a bus home.

“Let’s go.”

You turned at Jay’s voice, surprised to see him standing beside you with car keys.

“Huh?”

He looked uncomfortable. “I’ll drive you home.”

You blinked. “Why?”

Jay scoffed. “Do you always question free rides?”

“Well, yeah. Especially from you.”

His jaw clenched. “It’s late. I’m not letting you take the bus alone.”

You stared at him for a moment, trying to figure him out. This was the same Jay who had barely tolerated your presence when you first met. And now he was offering to take you home?

A slow smile crept onto your lips. “Jay, are you being nice to me?”

His ears immediately turned red. “Get in the car before I change my mind.”

Giggling, you hopped into the passenger seat.

The drive was quiet at first. Jay kept his eyes on the road, his hands gripping the steering wheel. You, on the other hand, kept sneaking glances at him. “You know,” you said, breaking the silence, “I think I like this side of you.”

He scoffed. “What side?”

“The side that cares.”

Jay clicked his tongue and shook his head. “I don’t care.”

“Mm-hmm. Sure.”

He exhaled sharply. “You’re annoying.”

“And you’re blushing.”

“I’m not—” He groaned, “I should’ve let you take the bus.”

You laughed, feeling lighter than you had all night. Maybe you didn’t fit into the world of fine dining and expensive lifestyles, but Jay was letting you into his for some reason.

And for now, that was enough.

The car slowed to a stop in front of your place. You unbuckled your seatbelt, stretching slightly before turning to Jay with a grin.

“Thanks for the ride, chef.”

Jay rolled his eyes. “Don’t call me that.”

You giggled. “Okay, okay. Thanks, Jay.”

He didn’t respond. Typical.

You opened the door but hesitated before stepping out. Maybe it was because Jay, despite all his grumbling, had gone out of his way to make sure you got home safely. Before you could overthink it, you leaned over and quickly kissed his cheek.

Jay froze.

You pulled back, biting back a laugh at how his entire body tensed up.

“Goodnight, Jay!” you chirped, hopping out of the car before he could react.

Jay remained in the driver’s seat and did not move for five minutes.

Then, slowly, his head dropped forward, pressing against his hand, while the other remained tightly gripping the steering wheel. Completely flustered.

♟️

The kitchen was silent. It was tense, almost cinematic kind, where something big was about to happen. You stood in the middle of the restaurant’s empty kitchen. You looked determined. The lighting overhead made dramatic shadows across your face. In one hand, you gripped a whisk like a weapon; in the other, a wooden spoon rested firmly against your palm.

Jay, dressed in casual clothes for once, an oversized hoodie and joggers, stood by the doorway watching you with the most unimpressed expression.

“…What are you doing?” he asked flatly.

You took a slow breath. Then, with all the seriousness of a battle-hardened warrior, you said:

“Let’s go.”

Jay blinked. “Go where?”

“To war.” You turned and grabbed an apron, tying it around your waist swiftly. “Tonight, I become a chef.”

Jay groaned as he was dragging a hand down his face. “Oh my god. No.”

“Yes.” You opened the fridge with purpose. Your eyes scan its contents. “I will cook. And you will teach me.”

“I never agreed to this.”

You turned to him. “You are my mentor. My guide. My—”

“I literally never agreed to this,” he repeated, but you were already gathering ingredients, your mind was set.

Jay sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck. He should’ve just walked out, gone home, and left you to whatever chaos you were about to cause. But instead, he leaned against the counter and muttered, “Fine. But don’t start crying when you ruin something.”

You grinned. “I would never.”

Fifteen minutes in, you were a wreck.

Tears streamed down your face as you aggressively rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand. You were sniffling so hard.

Jay squinted at you. “…Are you crying?”

You sniffled. “No.”

“You are.”

“It’s just—” You wiped your sleeve across your face, only to wince when the burning worsened. “Why do my eyes feel like they’re on fire?!”

Jay blinked. Then, very slowly, he pointed at the cutting board. “You do know onions make you cry, right?”

You stared at him while mouth slightly open. Then, in pure confusion, you looked down at your hands.

“…Wait.” You squinted. “Is that why?”

Jay’s jaw dropped. “You—you didn’t know?!”

You gasped. “I thought my body was just rejecting cooking!”

Jay dragged a hand down his face. “Oh my god.”

Still wholly clueless, you kept rubbing at your eyes…

with the same onion-covered hands.

Immediately, you let out a strangled noise. “WHY IS IT GETTING WORSE?!”

Jay smacked his forehead. “Stop rubbing your eyes!”

“But they sting!”

“BECAUSE YOU’RE RUBBING ONION JUICE ALL OVER THEM!”

The realization finally hit you. You froze, hands still pressed against your face.

“…Oh.”

There was a pause. Then, Jay let out a soft, breathy laugh, barely audible at first, like he wasn’t even aware he was doing it. He pressed a hand against his lips. You could see his shoulders shaking slightly. The sound wasn’t mocking or loud… it was quiet, amused, genuine.

You frowned. “Are you laughing?”

Jay exhaled, looking down for a second before meeting your gaze again. “No.”

“You so are.”

Jay let out another chuckle before reaching for your wrist. “Come here.”

He guided you toward the sink, turning on the faucet. He didn’t say much, gently nudging your hands under the running water to help you rinse them off. His touch was careful.

“…You laughed,” you mumbled while watching him out of the corner of your eye.

Jay huffed softly and shook his head as he grabbed a towel to dry his hands. “Maybe.”

You stared at him. “You never laugh.”

Jay glanced at you, then looked away as he wiped his hands. “Guess you’re just that ridiculous.”

You pouted. “Hey—”

Before you could finish, he flicked a drop of water at your face, his smirk widening slightly.

For some reason, your face suddenly felt warmer than before.

♟️

You were stirring the sauce as brows furrowed in concentration. Jay stood beside you,

“Not bad,” he murmured, peering over your shoulder.

You perked up. “Really?”

“Mhm.” Jay reached over, his hand brushing against yours as he adjusted your grip on the spoon. “But you’re stirring too aggressively. It’s sauce, not a workout.”

You rolled your eyes but followed his guidance, stirring slower.

Silence settled between you, but it wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable. The only sounds were the pot's gentle bubbling and the occasional spoon scrape against the pan.

Then, suddenly—

“Jay.”

He hummed.

You turned your head slightly, only to realize how close he was. His face was just inches away. You could see the sharpness of his jaw and the slight curve of his lips.

Your heart stuttered.

“…You have flour on your cheek.”

Jay blinked. “What?”

You grinned. Before he could react, you reached up, swiping your thumb against his cheek. “There.”

Jay stiffened. His eyes flickered to yours, and neither moved for a second. He didn’t pull away. If anything, he leaned in, his eyes dropping to your lips for the briefest moment before going back up.

It happened so quickly and naturally that you almost didn’t process it.

A soft press of lips.

Warm. Gentle. Just a second, maybe two…barely enough time for your brain to catch up.

Then Jay pulled back,

You blinked.

He blinked.

Then, instead of scrambling for words or looking away, Jay exhaled softly. A small smile, barely there but real…tugged at his lips as he tilted his head slightly.

“Oh…” he murmured. His eyes softened as he looked at you. “What would I do if I never met you?”

For once, you had no words.

And Jay… Jay just kept smiling.

♟️

You both sat at the kitchen counter, and the freshly cooked meal was between you. For once, it wasn’t just Jay’s cooking. It was something both of you had made together. Jay picked up a spoon and scooped up a bit of the dish. You watched as he took the first bite,

Your fingers fidgeted slightly against your lap. “…So?”

Jay chewed slowly, eyes narrowing as if analyzing every flavor and texture. You swore he was dragging this out on purpose.

Then, after what felt like forever, he exhaled softly. “It’s… not bad.”

You gasped. “Not bad? Jay, that’s practically a Michelin-star review coming from you!”

His lips twitched. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.” Then, without hesitation, he scooped up another bite and held the spoon out toward you.

Your eyes widened slightly. “Oh, you don’t have to—”

“Just eat.”

Not one to refuse food, you quickly leaned forward, taking a bite.

The moment the flavors hit your tongue, your eyes lit up. “Oh my god—” You barely even finished chewing before eating at your usual speed before reaching for another bite.

Jay raised an eyebrow. “Hey. Slow down.”

You barely heard him, too caught up in how delicious it was. “I can’t! It’s so good!”

Jay sighed, shaking his head, but his expression had no real annoyance. It's something softer. Fond.

“…You’re one of a kind” he murmured, more to himself than to you.

You grinned at him while still chewing.

His ears turned slightly pink, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he chuckled and reached over, ruffling your hair gently before pulling his hand away. He shook his head. “Finish your food.”

And so you did.

♟️

Since that night in the kitchen, things between you and Jay had felt… different. Not in a bad way. Just softer. Warmer. He wasn’t as quick to roll his eyes at you anymore, and sometimes, you caught him watching you for no reason.

Today, the two of you had decided to hang out outside of the restaurant, outside of work. It was nothing extravagant, just a simple walk through a quiet part of the city, stopping by different food stalls because you couldn’t eat while out. As you happily munched on some street food, Jay suddenly cleared his throat beside you.

You glanced at him. “What’s up?”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a small box, and handed it to you.

“Huh? What’s this?” you said, confused, while accepting the box.

“Just open it.”

You gave him a suspicious look but did as told, flipping open the box. Inside sat a small but delicate pastry. Something handcrafted, topped with intricate chocolate lettering that read:

“I love you. Will you be my girlfriend?”

You stared at it. Then at him. Then, back at the pastry.

Silence.

And then—

You burst out laughing.

Jay’s face turned red in an instant. “Why are you laughing?”

You clutched your stomach, still laughing between breaths. “Because! This is so you! Instead of just saying it, you baked the question?”

Jay groaned and rubbed his face. “I knew you’d react like this.”

Still grinning, you looked at him. “Of course, I’ll be your girlfriend, chef.”

Jay exhaled, his shoulders relaxing because he had been holding his breath the whole time. But then, he quickly narrowed his eyes at you. “You still have to eat that, you know.”

You picked up the pastry with a smirk. “Obviously.”

And with that, you took a big bite,

Answering him in the best way you knew how.

♟️

The kitchen was alive with movement. The clang of pots and pans echoed against the walls as chefs moved swiftly to prepare for one of the year's most meaningful events. Jay stood at the center, commanding the room with his sharp gaze and precise instructions. “Keep the plating clean. We need consistency across all dishes,” he ordered, scanning the line of chefs. “Timing is everything tonight. If one dish is late, it throws off the whole rhythm. Stay focused.”

He was strict, but only because he wanted everything to be correct.

And then—

He saw you.

Standing at the kitchen entrance, watching him with that bright, familiar smile.

His expression softened in an instant. His tense grip on his clipboard relaxed, and before anyone could say anything, he walked over to you and gently kissed your forehead. “You’re early,” he murmured, his voice losing its previous sharpness.

You grinned. “Figured I’d get a sneak peek of the magic before the event starts.”

Jay chuckled. “You’re lucky I’m making an exception for you being in here.”

You pouted. “I’m always the exception.”

He rolled his eyes but smiled anyway. “Let’s step outside for a bit before I get pulled back in.”

The two of you found a corner outside the kitchen,

“You’re amazing at this, you know,” you said as you watched him fondly. “You look so in your element back there.”

Jay sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s stressful, but yeah… I love it.”

“And I love watching you do what you love.”

He looked at you softly. “You always say things like that so easily.”

You shrugged. “It’s because I mean them.”

Jay exhaled and shook his head with a quiet laugh. “I swear, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

You leaned in, resting your head on his shoulder. “At least you’ll be well-fed.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Yeah… I think I can live with that.”

As the evening carried on, as the restaurant filled with guests and the kitchen came alive with the sound of cooking, Jay worked with a little more lightness in his heart,

Because no matter how busy or stressful things got, he knew that you'd always be there at the end of the day.

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pastillcs · 2 months ago

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i need more people to capitalize on how funny dinners at the wayne manor must be when at least 3 of the bats are dating a Kent.

the first time bruce brings clark home, it's a bit of a pandemonium. half the children have their eyebrows raised, either out of intrigue or surprise, while alfred and dick have the smuggest "i fuckin' knew it" smiles on their faces. damian is the most confused one out of the bunch, having been raised as an al-ghul and probably carrying over some form of internalized homophobia at first.

cass and duke are incredibly supportive, but the glint in their eyes betrays a sense of danger that sends a chill down clark's spine. plus points if they team up to scare the living daylights out of clark on one of his increasingly frequent visits to the manor, with both of them chuckling to themselves after walking off.

"he may be the man of steel, but he's in gotham tonight."

tim and jason are the living embodiments of "what the fuck." in fact, one of the only times tim, jason, and damian ever concede to a truce is after clark's fourth time eating dinner at the house. after eating, clark stands up to help alfred wash the dishes, and the three of them share a Look- reconvening in damian's room once clark had left to debrief on the whole debacle.

"washing the dishes, really?"

"next thing you know, he'll be sleeping over here on the weekends."

"i don't understand why father appears to be so happy with him. the alien has no prospects-"

"don't say that in front of B. you'll break his heart."

"but- !!"

clark isn't the one to sleep over at the manor the next weekend though. as soon as damian (loudly) announces to his family during dinner that his "best friend" is going to be sleeping over for a few days, tweedledee and tweedledum share another Look. dick firmly drapes an arm on either of their shoulders as a warning.

("demon brat has friends??" "fuck if i know.")

grayson and cain end up as the main babysitters for the rest of the weekend, with the latter turning out to be the kids' favorite. (no surprises here, she just lets them do whatever while she reads in the corner; much to dick's dismay. and broken heart.) dami and jon had a blast that night, and if bruce walks into the damian's room to find the youngest bat sleeping soundly with the youngest kent curled up beside him, then that's only for bruce to know.

tim and kon decide to hold off on the whole "meeting the family" gig for a while. when kon asks, tim just smiles and gives him a quiet kiss on the temple. he doesn't mention the fact that he's about 97.8% sure that his two oldest brothers might end up bursting a blood vessel when they find out that another one of them is dating a kent.

(he ends up bringing kon over to the manor a few weeks later to watch jason nearly choke on his wellington after he not-so-subtly kisses his lover on the cheek, shit-eating grin unfurling on his face. it's payback for tripping him during patrol the other day.)

clark, slightly concerned: this isn't illegal, right.

bruce, having already seen this coming: nope. it's fine.

dick: sooo, does this just run in the family then?

bruce does not dignify that line of questioning with an answer.

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wicked-disposition · 4 months ago

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The Perfect Gentleman. Jeong Yunho.

Tw. Exhibitionism

the starter is a caesar salad.

a light dish, just like the conversation that flows naturally. your parents adore Yunho, how could they not? He’s nothing but a perfect gentleman, never leaving your side.

telling you how beautiful you look in your fancy dress, hand innocently resting on your thigh as he discusses the news with your father.

as you eat, your mother is all compliments. she never fails to make him smile. little darling, he whispers in your ear, you sure got your charms from her he says with a smile.

Your mother practically melts when he stands up behind your chair, placing a golden choker on your neck. too modern for your father's taste, but they approve of it, and he gives your thigh a gentle squeeze, smirking to himself.

If only they knew.

The main course is grilled venison with trout eggs. they just blessed a day collar for his little puppy. He allows you to have one glass of wine, pouring your drink, as the waiters serve the main dish. and for a while, everything is calm.

You enjoy your meal and talk about casualties until you gasp loudly. everyone is looking at you, Yunho included.

"what's wrong, sweetheart?" your father asks, and you have no other choice but to keep eye contact with him as you blabber an excuse, saying the trout eggs taste too funny for your taste.

"she is very particular about what she puts in her mouth." yunho murmurs, and that makes your parents burst into laughter, attention back to their plates as he take a sip of his wine. it is true after all, isn't it?

you prefer to have your mouth stuffed with his cock, but fine cuisine isn't the reason behind your gasp. if one were to look closely, they would notice the blush spreading across your cheeks, your lips pressed into a thin line and how your eyes become teary as time goes by.

all of that because the hand that was once on your thigh caressed heated skin until his fingers found your cunt. you gasped because he started to touch you like you love it so much, fingertips playing with your clit before knuckles are buried deep inside your tight little hole.

and this goes on throughout dinner, until evervone is satisfied. but no one is more pleased than you, who came about three times, blaming the alcohol for your dizziness.

Yunho spoiled you tonight - the perfect gentleman, isn’t he?

the waiter asks what you all would like for dessert, but yunho refuses with politeness, he has something much sweeter waiting for him.

His dessert?

your cum coating his fingers, that he licks discreetlv as vour parents busy themselves choosing between the chocolate pavlova and the crème brûlée.

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jelly-drop-buttons · 5 months ago

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I got it goin’ on

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nerdygirlramblings · 13 days ago

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And now for something a little different, based off this prompt from @writing-prompt-s.

After five years of droughts which caused a famine that led to wars over resources, your people were desperate.

They had long ago lost the ability to read the ancient tomes. You only had a rudimentary understanding of them, but you were your people's only hope. You were confident in your translation, that there were four gods to be appeased: Jon, god of war and blood; Gaz, god of famine and abundance; Tav, god of fertility and the harvest; and the god of death, who bore no name.

Each required a slightly different sacrifice.

Jon needed blood, willingly spilled. Gaz required a mother's milk. Tav wanted human seed. And the god of death required a life.

You knew your people would baulk if you requested the things the gods needed, so you cloistered yourself in your home, set up an alter, and worked to gather what was required. An evening alone, touching yourself to thoughts of the village elder's middle son left you slick. You collected it in a brass bowl and hoped Tav would accept your "seed." The next day, your goat supplied a small basin of milk for Gaz, and you hoped he did not expect human mother's milk. Before you let fear override your senses, you sliced your palm, dripping the blood into a shallow dish for Jon.

Once everything was on the alter, you called out to the gods, offering what you had and vowing your life to the god of death if they would save your people. Outside, the wind picked up until it howled. You thought you heard it moan your name, but you pressed on, repeating the words from the tome you'd read, again offering your sacrifices and trading your life for that of your people.

On and on you called out the words to the gods until, hoarse and exhausted, you fell into a fitful sleep. You dreamed a battlefield where a man in warrior garments, covered in blood, wrapped an arm tightly around you, calling you his queen as his bearded face pressed bloodied kisses into your temple.

Then you were at a table groaning under the weight of dish after dish of succulent food while a beautiful brown-skinned man in a flowing tunic cradled you in his lap as he hand-fed you pieces of fruit, encouraging you lick the juice from his long fingers.

Next was a rolling field where a mostly-naked man, dressed in a strange kind of skirt, and with hair only running down the center of his head, laid you down among the stalks of wheat and sunk his cock into you.

Finally, you found yourself in the dark with a skeleton. It reached for you, and you went willingly to it, allowing it to embrace you, one hand wrapped loosely around your neck, but you did not feel fear.

When you woke, it was to the sound of rain on your roof. You looked at the alter and found all three offerings empty. Something had happened, yet you were here, despite offering your life for that of your people. You felt different, but didn't know how.

You searched for a looking glass, and that's when you saw it: Jon's mark near your hairline, where the bloodied warrior kissed you in your dream. You could also see the god of death's mark on your neck over where the blood beat under the skin. You couldn't see a mark from Gaz or Tav, but so much of you was covered. Stripping off your top, you saw Gaz's mark on your breast and Tav's over your womb.

Through the sound of rain and thunder, you thought you heard a series of laughs in different tones and timbres and a voice whispering, "We'll see you tonight, love. You'll have sweet dreams."

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amiableness · 8 months ago

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i had another idea for dad!james. who sometimes has to work late and reader helps take care of henry. he comes home and sees her reading henry a story before bed. he’s just heart eyes the whole time 🤎

Dad!James Potter x Bsf!Reader ☼ 1125 words

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By the time James gets home, he’s exhausted. He didn’t plan to be this late, but sometimes his job demands it. He feels fortunate that you’re the one watching Henry tonight. If it had been the babysitter, she would have told him “tough luck” and left, as she never likes staying late when James’s work keeps him beyond schedule. He understands her frustration; it’s not fair to expect her to stay late without notice. But coming home to you and Henry is always a comfort.

He longs to kick off his shoes by the door, savoring the relief of stretching his toes. A hot shower to wash away the stress and changing into his cozy sweats are next on his list. Yet, more than anything, he looks forward to seeing his two favorite people: Henry, with his innocent, sleepy smile, and you, with your warm, comforting presence.

You truly embody comfort for him.

James will never admit it, but the nights you watch Henry while he works late are his favorite. Dinner is always kept warm for him in the oven, filling the kitchen with a delicious, welcoming aroma. The lamps he never uses are on because you insist they make the house cozier, casting a soft, inviting glow over the living room. And seeing your jacket and shoes tucked right next to his and Henry’s is one of his favorite sights—a simple yet profound reminder of home.

You take care of the little things that mean so much, like tidying up Henry’s toys and leaving a packed lunch for James in the fridge for the next day. Those lunches are the only ones he looks forward to, knowing that if he makes them himself, they’ll just be leftovers from Henry’s daycare lunches. You never prepare Henry’s lunches, understanding how much James values the tradition of leaving him a note. Although Henry can’t read it yet, Hilary at daycare always makes sure to read it to him.

The moment he opens the front door, a lovesick smile spreads across his face. There, by the door, are your coat and boots—essential for braving the London winter. As he steps inside, the familiar aroma of his favorite pasta dish fills the air, welcoming him home.

He locks the door behind him and sets his belongings down near the entryway. The house is neat and quiet, with the lamps providing a softer, more pleasant light than the harsh overheads. The faint aroma of pasta still lingers, adding to the relaxed atmosphere. He’s pretty sure the house never smells this good after he makes dinner.

As he heads up the stairs, he hears your voice animatedly reading Henry a bedtime story. Every now and then, Henry’s giggles punctuate the scene, and James imagines the dramatic pauses you take, flashing playful glances at him. He moves quietly, not wanting to interrupt, but he wants to take a moment to savor the sight of you reading to his son. The feeling he gets seeing you with Henry is something he knows he might never experience with anyone else.

He knows that someday things will change. You’ll find someone else, fall in love, and soon you won’t have the time to spend evenings at his house reading to his son. The thought of that future makes James feel uneasy.

For now, he leans quietly against the doorframe of Henry’s room, watching as you recline against the headboard of Henry’s small toddler bed, with Henry snuggled up next to you. Your hair is swept back, and you’re wearing a pair of sleep shorts that are a size too small, which always drives James a little crazy. He suppresses a smile when he notices you’re wearing one of his shirts—probably another forgotten piece from your own wardrobe. It happens often, but James remains oblivious to the fact that it might be intentional.

Henry’s head rests gently on the side of your upper stomach, his little hand clutching his stuffed dragon tightly to his chest. His brows are furrowed in deep concentration, and James can see the joy in his son’s eyes as he listens intently to the story. The soft glow from the bedside lamp washes over both of you: Henry’s tiny form curled up against you, his breaths steady and rhythmic, and you, fully immersed in the book, your voice animated and soothing.

James adjusts his glasses slightly, trying to avoid interrupting the moment. But as he moves, Henry’s gaze shoots up, and his face instantly lights up with a wide grin. “Daddy!” he exclaims with a burst of excitement, his voice filled with pure joy.

“That does look a bit like Daddy, doesn’t it?” you say, tilting your head as you examine the book with a playful grin.

“What does, darling?” James asks as he steps into the room, his voice warm but tinged with curiosity. He gives up trying to stay inconspicuous once Henry spots him. Your eyes widen in surprise, your expression shifting from surprise to a hint of embarrassment as you look up. The soft light from the bedside lamp illuminates your face, revealing the genuine shock.

“Jamie! You scared me.”

“I’m sorry. I thought you two might be asleep, so I tried to come in quietly.” It’s a half-truth, but you don’t press the matter.

“I suppose it’s getting a bit late, isn’t it?” You glance at the clock and wince. “Let’s finish this page and then get some rest, okay?”

“Daddy, you listen too.” Henry’s tiny hand reaches out and pats the bed, his eyes shining with anticipation. James fights back a grin, recognizing the familiar gesture. Whenever you want James or Henry to sit beside you, you pat the spot next to you just like that.

“There isn’t much room, buddy,” James says gently. Henry’s face falls into a small frown, clearly disappointed.

“You hold darling, like she holds me.” Henry pouts, and James knows he’s about to get what he wants in the most endearing way only a three-year-old can manage. “Darling”—the nickname James has always used for you and that Henry now affectionately calls you too.

James’s eyes flicker to yours, and you shrug with a smile, adjusting Henry in your arms to make space for him. As James shifts onto the too-small bed, his heart pounds with affection. You lean back against his chest, sending him a soft, reassuring smile over your shoulder.

The simple gesture nearly causes him to go into cardiac arrest.

Henry lets out a joyful giggle before snatching the book from your hands and starting to “read” it on his own. James glances down at the illustration of the friendly brown bear wearing wire-rimmed glasses, holding its cub close, and snorts softly.

So that’s how you see him.

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sheerfreesia007 · 28 days ago

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Hiccups & Giggles

Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

Word count: 1,718

Content warnings: Fluff, alcohol

Summary: One night as you’re at home Minho brings a drunk Han home to you telling you that he was whining about missing you on his evening out with the boys. When you help Han get ready for a sleepover at your place will his drunken confession change things in your friendship?

Gwiyomi: Cutie, Jagi: Sweetheart

Your eyes dart over to the clock on your stove just as you finish washing the last dish you had used for your dinner silently thinking that you should start heading to bed when there’s a loud knock on your apartment door. Sighing softly you wonder which neighbor of yours has come to talk your ear off over whatever was bothering them now. You walk over to the door and check the peephole and frown softly as you see Minho standing there holding up a slouching Han. Quickly opening the door you’re met with a disgruntled Minho as Han lifts his head morosely before his whole face lights up when he spots you.

“Jagi!” he cries out happily before he’s lurching out of Minho’s grip and stumbling with his steps and practically tackles you in your doorway. You grimace when you smell the stench of alcohol radiating off Han and look up at Minho as you try to steady both yourself and the obviously drunk Han. Han’s mumbling softly in a whining tone that slightly distracts you as Minho huffs disgruntledly at the two of you.

“He was whining the whole time at dinner how much he wanted you there and that he needed to see you. I’m only transporting him where he wants to be.” Minho informs you irritated and you smile softly at the man. His eyes dart up from watching Han latch himself onto you to gaze into your eyes and huffs softly once more. “He’s a real pain to deal with when he gets like this for you.” he gripes and you chuckle softly at him.

“Feel like we’re in a co-parenting custody battle.” you tease him and he barks out an amused laugh at you before shaking his head.

“Oh no, I’m just the side chick to his main squeeze.” Minho says teasingly and you roll your eyes at him while he smirks at you. His eyes dart down to Han who has now nuzzled his face into your neck with soft little whines escaping his open mouth and he raises an eyebrow before looking back up at you. A blush heats your face and you try to calm your racing heart as Minho’s knowing look as Han clings to you drunkenly. “He’s your problem now. He doesn’t have a schedule until late afternoon. Chan will call and text you tomorrow morning.” Minho tells you still smirking before he turns on his heel and begins to walk away. “Take care of him Jagi. He really did miss you tonight.” he says over his shoulder as you stand there in your doorway holding onto Han watching Minho walk away.

You stand there silently trying to gather your warring thought as Han shifts against you, his arms wrapped low around your hips as he nuzzles his face further into your neck. The two of you have been best friends since before he joined Stray Kids and luckily your friendship was stronger than ever and had withstood all the changes that he had gone through while being a Kpop idol. The boys had eagerly and happily accepted you into their found family and would often tease you about being Han’s number one person and his end game much to Minho’s jealousy. But you had always brushed it off with a dismissive air, you were just best friends right? For him he was your favorite person in the whole world, the bond you shared was something that you knew didn’t come around often so when you had figured out that your feelings for him had morphed from friendship to something more you had locked those feelings away not wanting to disrupt the bond you had. You had never thought that he would ever think about you in a romantic way even when the boys would tease and joke that you were Han’s end game. But as you guided Han back into your apartment and closed the door behind the two of you your mind began to wonder if maybe what the boys had teased about was true.

“C’mon Gwiyomi, let’s get you ready for bed.” you tell him softly and Han hums in response before leaning further into you causing you to wrap your arm securely around his back before guiding him towards your bathroom.

In the bathroom Han gets a burst of energy and eagerly hops up onto the counter before staring at you with wide glazed eyes. You chuckle at him as you shake your head when suddenly a loud hiccup escapes him and your eyes widen at him before you begin to laugh at how cute it was.

“Living up to the Gwiyomi name tonight huh?” you tease him gently and he grins proudly at you. You turn from him and open one of the drawers next to the sink while Han’s legs begin to kick slowly as he sits on the counter waiting patiently. You find his light pink hair band and the face cleaning wipes before turning back to him, he’s watching you with unfocused dreamy eyes and smiles softly as he leans his face forward for you. Slipping the hair band over his head and positioning it so that his hair is pushed back from his forehead you take one of the wipes and begin to clean his face.

This doesn’t feel any different from any other night that he would demand to come sleepover with you and you chuckle softly when his hiccups become more noticeable as he relaxes under your attention. Oftentimes when he’s exhausted from work he’ll come over and plead with you to take care of him which you never deny him. But as you stand in between his spread thighs now you feel an unfamiliar heat that curls in the pit of your stomach as his arms lazily slip around your body and cling low on your waist keeping you close.

He hiccups loudly and you giggle as his whole body moves with the hiccup while his soft smile widens on his face. You grin softly at him before leaning forward and pressing a chaste kiss to his nose.

“Gwiyomi.” you say softly and he hums at you before leaning forward and rubbing his nose gently against yours while he giggles brightly at the affection between the two of you.

“You’re cuter Jagi.” he hums out to you softly and you smile at him before shaking your head in response.

“That’s impossible.” you tell him softly as you grab your face moisturizer and begin to rub it into his face. He grabs your hands before shaking his head at you while widening his eyes.

“You’re beautiful Jagi, I could never compare.” he tells you softly and you hear the soft adamant tone that he takes on which makes you focus in on him knowing that this is serious for him. Your heart races in your chest as his words settle over the two of you and you keep your eyes trained on him. “You make me feel so loved and I’m so happy you’re my person.” he confesses softly before he smiles whimsically as his eyes dart to the floor and you know he has more to say. “Sometimes I feel like your love for me is too much for me and I don’t deserve it. I don’t think I could ever give you enough love like you deserve. But I have so much love for you inside me. So much.” He confesses softly and you stare at him with wide eyes as your heart pounds heavily in your chest. You then gently headbutt him and rest your forehead against his catching his attention as his eyes dart up from the floor to stare into yours.

”Don’t worry Gwiyomi I will always feel your love for me and it will always be enough for me. You deserve everything in the world and I’m more than happy to give it to you. You deserve to be loved and feel loved.” You reassure him softly and watch as his eyes settle on yours and stare deeply into your gaze getting lost in it. He suddenly then reaches up and cups your face pressing his hands in together giggling softly when your lips pout out in a kiss before a hiccups racks his body which makes you chuckle and roll your eyes at him.

”I don’t know how you always manage to make me feel at peace with everything. But I promise I will do everything in my power to show you how much I love you and am in love with you.” He says softly before a sweet smile slips onto his face. You stare at him shocked by his confession but you melt against him and kiss his forehead which makes him hum and then hiccup once more causing the two of you to giggle softly together.

”C’mon let’s get you in bed and tomorrow you can start showing me how much you’re in love with me.” You tease him gently and he grins at you happily before sliding off the counter of the sink and wraps his arms low around your waist before resting his head on your shoulder.

”I’m gonna show you in every way that I can.” He promises quietly and you kiss his temple in response before guiding him out of the bathroom towards your bedroom. You smile to yourself when your mind races back to Minho’s words earlier and you realize that maybe he was telling the truth about Han’s feelings for you.

As you helped Han into bed you tucked him in and he giggled softly before opening his arms wide as he gazed up at you with an adoring look on his face. You looked at him for a moment wondering if he’d be upset if you slept in the same bed as him after he drunkenly confessed to you. “Please Jagi, let me start showing you home much I’m in love with you.” He pleaded softly with soft sparkling eyes. You smiled softly at him before crawling into his arms under the covers and he sighed softly in relief as he wrapped himself around you. The two of you quickly melding together as slumber took over, the both of you eager for what tomorrow would bring for your relationship.

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reysdriver · 2 months ago

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Hello! I was wondering if it would be possible to write about Eddie coming over and you have cooked a big meal for the two of you and Eddie has never seen this much food. Used to a frozen meal or Mac and cheese, he is kind of scared to overindulge even though the food is mouth watering. Reader just wants to take care of him.

Eddie's stunned when you make dinner for him, and even moreso when it's the best thing he's ever tasted — eddie x reader fluff

warnings: ig just food and talks of Eddie's social status/living situation

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Your multitasking skills were finally coming in handy for something important tonight.

Tonight’s menu consisted of a main dish, sides, and dessert that you were making completely from scratch. And on top of all that cooking, you kept looking at the clock every two minutes to make sure you’re on track for when Eddie said he was coming over.

Eddie Munson had never been a punctual person. He shows up late to class every day—which is part of the reason why he’s in his third senior year of high school—and all of his friends know to tell him to come at least a half hour earlier than everyone else because that’s the only way they can guarantee he’ll be there when they want.

But he’s always on time for you. Whenever you have a date, he shows up exactly when he says he will. And when he’s even a few minutes late, he apologizes profusely until you promise that you’re not upset with him.

You know he’ll be here at exactly seven o’clock, and it was almost time.

Each tick of the clock reminding you that your boyfriend was on his way and you weren’t going to have dinner ready on time.

You tried your best to rush the process, but the knock at the door caught you by surprise before you could fully finish cooking.

You jogged over to the front door to let Eddie inside—even though you’ve told him before that he could let himself in—and you were met with his smiling face.

He immediately snaked his arms around your figure and pulled you in for a kiss like he was a sailor coming back from a long voyage at sea.

As much as you loved when he kissed you like this—and he did it quite a bit—you had to break apart because you had pasta on the stove that you were absolutely not going to let burn.

“I’m almost done cooking dinner.” You told him as you jogged back to the kitchen.

“I thought you liked me.” Eddie says dramatically, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it aside. ��Such a shame. I guess I’ll just go home.”

“This food took so much work. If you leave before trying it, I think I’ll cry.”

“Well we can’t have that, now can we?”

Eddie waltzed over to where you were standing in the kitchen and leaned against your fridge, eyeing up both you and the food you were preparing.

“What did you make?”

“Eddie, do you have any patience at all?”

Your boyfriend shook his head, barely taking any time to think of his answer. “Little to none.”

Right after saying that, he started reaching for the covered desserts that you had placed beside the stove.

“Yeah, I can see that.” You said while swatting his hand away and shooting him a joking glare. “Go sit at the table and wait until I’m done cooking.”

He sent you a flirty smirk before obeying what you asked of him.

“Yes ma’am.”

As you plated up dinner, you and Eddie exchanged a bit of small talk since the both of you were trying to focus. You on dinner, and Eddie on how good you looked wearing that floral apron that was hanging from your waist.

When you loaded plates and bowls onto the table, Eddie’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor. He couldn’t believe how much food you had prepared. It looked so colourful and smelled so damn good too.

You hung your apron on the handle of the oven door and sat down across from Eddie. Noticing that he looked somewhat stunned and hadn’t yet taken a bite, you explained the dish like the chefs you had seen on TV.

“It’s a creamy tuscan chicken. I found the recipe in a magazine.” You then pointed at the side dishes you made to go with it. “And then I made some rice pilaf and roasted vegetables to go with it. I know you don’t love vegetables but I added a balsamic glaze so it’s not so plain.”

He wanted to speak up. He wanted to thank you and tell you how excited he was to dig in. But he was still just so shocked.

Eddie had never seen this much food at once in his life. Especially not home-cooked food, and especially not on just a normal night. Neither Eddie nor his uncle Wayne had ever been good at cooking, and even if they were, their small trailer didn’t allow much room for food preparation.

He was just stunned. No other word for it. Eddie saw all this food in front of him, but still couldn’t believe it was real. Or that his girlfriend made it for him for date night. He had to be dreaming, he was sure of it.

“Is everything alright?” You asked him, suddenly insecure about your work.

“No! Wait, no, I mean ‘yeah’!” Eddie stumbled over his words, only now processing that you were across the table and waiting for him to say something. “It looks good, really good. Amazing actually.”

“It’s not too much? Or something you don’t like?” You asked, still unsure. “Because I could just pack it up for meals throughout the week and we could order a pizza or something?”

“No, it’s not that!” Eddie picked up his fork and eagerly scooped up some rice to prove he wanted the food. “There’s just so much, I wasn’t expecting all of this.”

“I made dessert too, brownies and chocolate chip cookies.” You said, pointing to the dish your boyfriend tried grabbing earlier.

Eddie’s eyes widened, realizing that there was even more than what he was seeing. He didn’t believe you when you said you spent the whole day cooking—why would he? If a delicious pizza could be at his door in 30 minutes or less, how could anything good take longer than that?—but now he knew you were telling the truth.

And now his mind was going a mile a minute trying to process everything.

“Well now I feel like shit.” He said jokingly.

“Why?”

“Look at this whole thing. Jesus, last week when I cooked for you, I made a can of Spaghettios!”

“Well I liked that!” You told him, trying to clear his guilt. “I just wanted to do something special tonight and use what I know. I’m sorry it made you feel bad.”

“No, no, I was kidding about that, baby. It’s great, don’t worry.”

You smiled at him, happy that he was excited about the dinner.

“Okay.” You nodded. “Are you gonna try it, then?”

Without another word, he took a piece of the chicken and brought it to his lips. The second it touched his tongue, he felt like he had just eaten something made by Julia Child herself—and Eddie noted to himself that he should pull out that impression later.

It was easy to tell the emotions on Eddie’s face as he took that bite. So, satisfied with his reaction and proud of yourself, you started to eat too.

With every bite Eddie took, he thought about marrying you just so he could eat like this more often.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson oneshot #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction

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crdteezv · 6 months ago

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Just Us - Haechan

Paring: househusband!haechan x f! reader

Genre: married au, fluff, smut

Synopsis: After a long, tiring day, all you want is to relax at home and enjoy some time with your husband. With the kids staying at their grandparents' place, you and Haechan finally have the much-needed time alone that you've been waiting for…

Warnings: smut. !soft/pleasure dom! haechan, gentle/soft sex, he gives you massage…, dirty talk, teasing, kissing, oral (receiving), fingering, cumplay (you have been warned), manhandling, light degradation (only happened once), heavy praise, overstimulation, unprotected sex (breeding sex)

Word Count: 3.8k words

A/n: I’m not really the best at writing fluff, so if my style seems a little different, that’s why…

After working hard all day, all you want to do is relax in the comfort of your home and spend time with your loving husband. With the kids staying at their grandparents' house, you and Haechan finally have the quality time together that you both deserve after ages of not having it since the kids came along.

As you opened the door, you were welcomed by the delicious aroma of food.

It seemed like he was cooking something special tonight. Before heading to the kitchen, you set your things down and took off your shoes and coat. When you walked over to Haechan, you saw him dicing onions and peppers, wearing a cheesy apron that said, "Best Husband in the World."

“Oh honey, I didn’t hear you come in—”

He paused for a moment to kiss you on the lips. You gave him an endearing look, knowing full well that you needed that kiss after the day you'd had.

“Yeah, I wanted to sneak up on you.”

You let out a slight chuckle and tried to peek at what was boiling in the pot, but he stopped you.

“Hey, it’s a surprise! You'll see the final product once I’m done, alright?”

“But I want to know now—”

You tried to push past him, but he blocked you, pulling you into a hug and patting your head.

“You're always so impatient, my love. Just this once, let me surprise you, okay?”

He spoke in such a gentle and sweet tone—how could you resist his request?

“Fine, I was going to shower anyway.”

“Actually, I already ran you a bath and lit your favorite candles in the bathroom. I even left that book you were reading a while ago. You can take this time to catch up!”

How did you end up with the best man in the world?

“Aww, you really shouldn’t have.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist, gazing deeply into your eyes.

“Sweetie, as your husband, it’s my job to take care of you and spoil you when you need it. Plus, when you called me during your break earlier today, you sounded stressed, so I wanted to help in any way I could. That’s why I asked your parents to watch the kids this weekend.”

“I really love and appreciate you. You know that, right?”

He gave you another kiss.

“Of course, I know. Now go to the bathroom before the water gets cold. I’ll let you know when dinner is ready.”

You smiled and headed straight to the bathroom, and the sight took your breath away. He had placed rose petals all around, bubbles filled the bath, and the tub had a tray with the romance novel you never finished, along with some of your favorite snacks. He even added a glass of wine.

Everything was absolutely perfect.

You slipped out of your work clothes and sank into the tub, immediately feeling the stress melt away.

Some time passed, and Haechan called out that dinner was ready. To your surprise, he had prepared a variety of your favorite dishes.

“Wait, you cooked all this for me?”

“Yeah, and I also don’t feel like cooking for the rest of the week, so we’ll have plenty of leftovers.”

You let out a small laugh and kissed him on the cheek to thank him for the meal. The two of you sat side by side and began enjoying the food together. You felt grateful to have someone like Haechan, who is always home, taking care of the kids and cooking while you're at work. You've been the main breadwinner for the family for some years now, and it brings you comfort knowing you can rely on him to keep things running smoothly at home. He doesn’t mind, of course, and fully supports you and the career you've built for yourself. Plus, he enjoys being at home, so it’s a win for him.

“So, tell me about your day, my love,” he said, gently caressing your thigh.

“Ugh, where do I even start? No one at work was following directions properly, and it had me stressed out all day. We’ve got a big deadline coming up, and I’m worried we won’t be ready in time.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that, dear. But as the head of the department, shouldn’t everyone be following your lead?”

“Yeah, but Johnny, my right-hand man, was out sick today, and it just felt like chaos. Plus, some people still doubt my abilities because I’m you know?”

He knew exactly what you were alluding to and that you often expressed feeling the power imbalance at work, especially since you’re one of the few women who run a department in the company. He put his fork down, stopped eating, and gently placed both hands on your face, caressing your cheeks.

“Well, they’re all insecure men too scared to admit how amazing you are at your job. They’re just intimidated by you. Stand your ground, be firm, and they won’t dare mess with you.”

His words of encouragement warmed your heart, filling you with comfort. You couldn’t have asked for a more supportive husband.

“Yeah, you’re right. Also, my shoulders and back have been killing me all week.”

“Aww, how about this? Since we’re done eating, why don’t you get ready for bed, and before you sleep, I’ll give you a massage. How does that sound?”

“Like heaven. This is why I love you so much.”

He chuckled and kissed your forehead. You got up from the dining table and headed to your shared bedroom while he tidied up the dishes and put away the leftovers. As you changed into your nightgown, you heard him get into the shower.

You started thinking about how long it had been since the two of you had been intimate. With your long work hours, you were often too exhausted to do anything, but he never pressured you. Tonight, though, with the whole weekend ahead of you, you wanted to make the most of it. You missed the way he took care of you in bed, and it felt like forever since you’d had a proper orgasm.

Deciding to surprise him, you slipped under the covers without putting on any panties. When he came out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist, hair still damp, you couldn’t help but notice the happy trial leading down his torso. The sight of him stirred a desire in you that had been building for too long. Your arousal for him grew as he changed from a towel to sweatpants, choosing to remain shirtless.

“Hey, don’t tell me you forgot about the massage I promised. Come here.”

You obeyed, lying flat on the bed. He climbed on top of you and began massaging your shoulders, immediately noticing the tension in your muscles.

“Do you even stretch in the mornings?”

“I’m way too busy getting ready for work to think about something so trivial.”

“Babe, it literally takes five minutes,” he said with a playful tone.

The room fell silent for a moment, and you felt a little embarrassed, knowing he was right. He laughed softly, sensing your shyness.

“You’re so adorable when you get flustered. I want to see this side of you more often. Also, I’m just going to—”

He slowly lowered the straps of your gown, pulling it down to your waist, leaving your back fully exposed. In this moment, you felt so vulnerable under his care. The attention he was giving you made you nervous but in the best way possible.

“I needed better access, love. Also, I’ve been wanting to try this…”

He reached over to his bedside table and grabbed a bottle of massage oil.

“I’ve been wanting to use this on you for a while, and now seems like the perfect time, don’t you think?”

You nodded in agreement. He poured some oil into his hands, rubbing them together before working it into your back. The oil was cool at first but soon felt soothing against your skin. As his hands moved across your back, your arousal grew. His touch, soft yet deliberate, made you wish he’d explore more than just your back.

“Honey, are you okay? You’re shaking. Do you want me to stop?”

“NO. I mean… please don’t stop. It just feels really good.”

Your voice betrayed the deeper desire bubbling within, and you hoped he wouldn’t stop there. He let out a little smirk and took note of how your body was responding to his touch. He started to massage your lower back, where most of your pain was coming from. You let out some low moans as he relieved your tension. He knelt down close to your ear and whispered,

“You’re really liking this a lot, darling. You haven’t stopped moaning since I put my hands on you. You’re so needy—”

He gave you another kiss on the forehead.

“That’s starting to turn me on.”

You instantly felt shivers run down your spine. The way he was talking to you now was seriously starting to have an effect on you.

“You should really do something about that,” you said with a smirk, arching your back slightly so your ass pressed against his crotch. He let out a groan in response.

“Fuck, I always forget how desperate you get for me.”

He began to massage your thighs down to your calves, and at this angle, he noticed that you weren’t wearing any underwear.

“No panties for me too? God, you’re such a slut.”

It had been forever since he talked to you like this. He was always so good with his words and knew exactly what to say to get you going. You shifted in place and whimpered at his words. He noticed that and stopped massaging you, then started to kiss all over your legs. He was painfully slow on purpose because he knew how badly you’d been wanting this.

“Your body is absolutely amazing, honey. I love every inch of you, and I just can’t get enough—”

He moved up to your thighs, now only inches away from your pussy.

“Especially these pretty thighs. God, I want you to crush me with them.”

His words drove you into a frenzy. He always loved to worship the ground you walked on and especially loved to express how much he adored your body. His hot breath was only inches away from your cunt as he took off your nightgown, exposing your ass. He grabbed both of your cheeks in his hands and shoved his face deep into your pussy without warning. His actions caught you off guard, and you let out a loud moan. Without mercy, he began to eat at your cunt, lifting your ass in the air and smothering his face into you. You started to grip the sheets and buried your face into the pillow to suppress all the noises you were making. He then flipped you onto your back and placed both of your legs on his shoulders.

“Don’t hold back, sweetheart. It’s just us tonight, remember?” You deserve all of this, and I want to hear how good I’m making you feel.”

Everything about this whole situation was making you flustered, and all you could do was nod your head in response. He instantly went back to eating you out, and you were moaning at how good it felt. You began to squeeze your thighs around his face, just as he had pleaded for you to do before. You pulled at his hair to go deeper into you as he sucked on your clit.

“P-please go faster.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice, and he instantly picked up the pace. But he wanted to add more stimulation, so he shoved one of his fingers inside you. You threw your head back in bliss and let out a scream of pleasure. You felt so good in this moment, and this was exactly what you needed after the week you just had.

“You like this, honey?”

“F-fuck yes! P-please don’t stop—”

He started to slow down his pace and took his mouth off of you. You groaned in agony, not wanting him to slow down. He then proceeded to insert another finger and had his eyes locked on you.

“I just love seeing you get all restless and needy for me. It’s so cute.”

He started to pick up the pace a bit and thrust his two fingers deep inside you. You felt the coolness of his wedding ring against your aching cunt, and it added to your arousal as his palm pressed into you. He wore a cocky grin, fully aware of the effect he had on you. He knew that you were always the one in control at work and that you were assertive, but in the bedroom, he took charge, and you always melted under him. You appreciated it, though, because it was kind of an escape from the outside world. You loved how easily he could make you submit.

All of a sudden, he placed his thumb against your clit and started vigorously rubbing it. You moaned out loud once again, and he started laughing.

“God, you really love all this. We should do this more often, don’t you think?”

You were too lost in your own little world to even register anything he was saying right now. He then added a third finger to grab your attention.

“You need to listen to me when I talk to you.”

How could you even respond when he was utterly overwhelming you at your core? You could barely form coherent sentences.

“Fine, I-I agree with y-you, and we should do this—”

Before you could finish what you were saying, he replaced his thumb with his mouth again and started to suck on your clit. You didn’t know how much more of this you could take, and you pulled at his hair again, enclosing your thighs around his face. His eyes rolled to the back of his head; this was heaven for him.

“Ahh, I’m c-close!”

You felt him smirk beneath you as he started to go at it with his fingers and tongue. You eventually reached your breaking point, finishing all over his face. You even got some on the sheets, and you felt so embarrassed. You were going to grab some tissues from your bedside table to wipe his face when he grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above you. He looked down at you with so much lust in his eyes that it was starting to turn you on again.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I-I was going to clean up the mess I made on your face.”

He instantly began to lick your juices off his face, savoring your taste while wearing the biggest smirk.

“Why would you need to do that, honey?”

He knelt down to your ear and whispered, “When I said I love every part of you, I mean every part.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine from his words. You knew exactly what he meant when he said it, and it showed that he really loved everything about you. He kissed you on the lips, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You could still taste yourself on his lips, which made you feel even more flustered.

“How can I not resist you when you taste so good, sweetie?”

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, feeling shy around him. He was the only one who truly made you feel that way. You both turned to the side, and you felt him place a hand around your body, gently caressing your back. He made you feel so comforted and loved.

“Oh, we’re not done, by the way.”

You looked at him with a confused expression as you saw him start to get on top of you. You looked down and noticed his hard-on through his sweats.

“I still haven’t gotten to properly please you.”

“But you just gave me head… I don’t think I’m ready for a round two—”

He took off his sweatpants completely, and you noticed that he also wasn’t wearing any underwear.

He was just as bad as you.

He starts to rub his cock against your wet pussy, and you feel yourself arching back against him.

“I don’t know, sweetie. You seem to want this really bad. Besides—”

Without any warning or hesitation, he shoves himself inside of you.

“I’m the one who’s making you feel good tonight, so be a good girl for me and take it.”

God, how does he always make you feel butterflies in your stomach? You felt so submissive to him at that moment and didn’t want to talk back at all. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he began to thrust into you, taking his time with a slow and sensual pace. He knows exactly what he’s doing to you. Although you usually liked it rough and fast, tonight he wanted to savor every moment and take his time with you.

He was trying to make love.

It’s moments like this that make him think back to your wedding night. The way you looked at him made him fall for you all over again. Giving yourself to him felt amazing and made him want to care for and cherish you forever.

Back in the present, he was determined to make you feel just as good as you did on the night of your wedding. He starts to kiss you once again as he drives himself deeper into you. He begins to pick up the pace a bit and hits a certain area. He feels you moan against his lips and tighten around him.

“Mhm, does it feel good when I fuck you right here?”

He gripped the headboard with one hand and began to thrust into you, hitting that one spot perfectly. You couldn't help but moan loudly, reveling in the pleasure he was giving you.

“Y-yes, p-please don’t stop…”

He loved watching you melt around him. Seeing you like this for him drove him wild. As he began kissing your neck, you moaned at his touch, relishing the pleasure he was giving you in multiple places at once. He knew exactly how to overstimulate you. You began to scratch his back, urging him to thrust harder and faster. Letting go of the headboard, he gripped your love handles with both hands and bullied his way deeper inside you.

“God, honey, you feel so good around me.”

You loved the way he praised you and never wanted him to stop. You threw your head back in pleasure against the pillow, you babbled his name in bliss as he increased his pace. He returned to kissing you, moving down to your chest. He was so enamored by you that he could hardly believe you were his wife. There were times when he felt he didn't deserve you, but in moments like this, he felt completely reassured. Grabbing both of your ankles, he pushed them back toward your head, placing you in a mating press. Then, he began to kiss and suckle on your boobs. You screamed his name at the sudden sensation on your chest.

“Fuck, y-you make me f-feel so good, Hyuck.”

He loves to hear you call him by his nickname; it makes him melt for you immediately.

“And you look so good taking me, baby. Keep telling me how good I make you feel.”

You always feel a bit shy when it comes to talking in intimate moments like this. You both can be pretty vocal, but he’s particularly good with his words.

“I love the way you make me feel, and I don’t want you to stop.”

He went straight for your lips and gave you a passionate kiss.

“I love you so much, honey; don’t you ever forget that.” You nodded in response and said that you loved him too.

“God, you look so pretty it makes me want to put another baby inside of you.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck once again, looked him dead in the eyes, and said,

“What’s stopping you from doing it now, love?”

He instantly wanted to cum for you right then and there. He started kissing you again and thrusting into you at a rapid pace.

“Fuck, you feel amazing around me. I’m getting close.”

“Me too. P-please cum inside of me.”

He pushed your legs all the way back, hitting that special spot in your wet warmth. You started to dig your nails into his back, and you gave in before him, cumming all over his cock.

“Mhm, atta girl, let it all out for me.”

You couldn’t stop screaming in pleasure and buried your face in the crook of his neck once again. Not long after you came, he did too, fucking you through your orgasm. You felt so overstimulated that it made you squirt all over his cock. Your mixed juices covered the sheets and his pelvis, including his happy trail. You felt flustered and embarrassed, as this was the first time anything like this had happened to you.

“Oh my god, honey, I’m sorry for making such a mess! Let me go and clean this up—”

He silences you with a deep kiss, wrapping his arms around you. Gently, he lifts you onto him, holding you tightly at the waist.

“Baby, I think that’s one of the hottest things you’ve ever done.”

You were taken aback by his statement but weren’t surprised. He was obsessed with everything about you, and something like this wouldn’t make him bat an eye. He starts to kiss your forehead and draws circles against your back with his fingertips, making you wince at his touch.

You felt so flustered in this situation that you buried your face in your hands and said, “I can’t believe I just did that.” He grabbed both of your wrists and pushed your hands away from your face so he could see you. He gave you another kiss on the lips and smiled back at you. “I told you it’s okay, baby, and to be honest, I wish you had done that sooner.”

You gave him a deadpan look, not wanting to react at all.

“Hey, what can I say? I’m just madly in love with you, and I’m just glad I brought you this much pleasure. Especially with the stressful week you had, I had to make you feel good.”

“And I thank you for that. Now, what are we going to do about all this?”

You both looked down at your mixed fluids, then looked back at each other and started to laugh.

“Don’t worry about it, darling; I’ll take care of it. But first—”

He rose from the bed and headed straight to the bathroom, filling the tub with warm water for both of you. When he returned to the bedroom, he lifted you in a bridal carry and brought you into the steamy oasis, gently setting you down in the tub.

“Now I’ll be back; I’m going to change the sheets on the bed and join you, okay, love?”

You nodded your head and watched as he walked back into the bedroom.

You were so glad to have a caring husband like Haechan…

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yokumirumerafan · 1 month ago

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DS x reader (you accidentally sent a nude to them)

I did this with MHA boys and it's Demon Slayer turn!! Hope you enjoy <33

Hashiras:

🔥 Rengoku ("EXCELLENT FORM, Y/N!— Wait, what is this?!")

He’s literally mid-bite into his food when he sees the notification pop up on his phone. He casually opens it, expecting something completely normal—AND THEN HE CHOKES. Literally almost dies. His brain freezes, and in a reflex, he blurts out, "UMAI!" before realizing WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST SAY?!

After a full minute of staring, contemplating life choices, and sweating, he finally texts back:

"Ah, my love, is this the dish you intended to prepare for tonight?" 😳

(Translation: "I don’t know how to respond, so I'm pretending this is normal.")

🌊 Giyuu (internal crisis mode activated)

Giyuu opens the message, blinks once, blinks twice, then freezes like a Windows XP shutdown screen.

"Y/N… what the fuck… I’m at work."

BUT HE DOESN’T DELETE IT. Oh no, he saves it. But in his brain, he justifies it like, "Well, I’m her boyfriend, so it’s fine, right? I have a RIGHT to have my girlfriend’s photo, RIGHT?"

And now, he can't focus on his work because every time someone calls his name, he's thinking, Did they see? Do they know? Am I a disgrace to the Water Hashira name?

🌪 Sanemi (throws phone across the room)

The second he sees your name pop up with an image, he instinctively opens it. Big mistake.

He YEETS HIS PHONE ACROSS THE ROOM so hard it leaves a dent in the wall. "WHAT THE FUCK—"

After five minutes of pacing, running a hand through his hair, and cursing at thin air, he tiptoes over to pick up the phone, glances at it again (while muttering "just one more time"), and then saves it without thinking.

Two seconds later:

"You’re an idiot. But a fine-looking idiot. I’ll be teasing you about this forever."

And he DOES. Every chance he gets.

🎆 Tengen ("Flashy, but could use better lighting.")

Tengen examines the picture like a fucking ART CRITIC. His first thought isn’t "Wow, Y/N is hot." No, no. His first thought is: "This needs better lighting."

He literally squints at the screen, analyzing it like he’s about to write a professional review. Then he texts back:

"Next time, use the other lingerie set. And honestly, the lighting is a bit off—try positioning yourself near a window. Flashy things deserve proper presentation, after all."

His wives: "EXCUSE ME???" 💀💀💀

☁️ Muichiro ("Why would you send this? Oh well.")

He opens it. He blinks. He turns off his phone. He puts it in his pocket.

Five minutes later… he takes it out again.

He opens it one more time. He blinks again.

Then, without a single ounce of emotion, he saves it and deletes it five seconds later like he’s playing some kind of weird self-control game.

Finally, you get a text:

"Not sure what you want me to say."

💖 Mitsuri (blushes so hard she faints)

Poor girl. She literally malfunctions. As soon as she sees the image, she lets out the cutest little squeak and FLINGS HER PHONE.

She tries to calm herself down by drinking tea but her hands are shaking. She tries to breathe but her lungs are malfunctioning. She tries to text you back but her fingers won’t work.

Eventually, she FAINTS.

You don’t get a response for HOURS until she finally texts:

"OMG Y/N I DIDN’T EXPECT THAT BUT WOW YOU’RE SO BEAUTIFUL BUT ALSO OMG I THINK I DIED FOR A SECOND???"

🐍 Obanai (stares in judgment but secretly combusts)

He reads the message. His face doesn’t change. His expression remains 100% deadpan.

But on the inside? His soul is burning in hellfire.

He grabs Kaburamaru, his snake, and just whispers, "What do I do with this?" 💀

Finally, he texts back:

"This is highly inappropriate."

...And then IMMEDIATELY follows up with:

"Not that I dislike it. Just saying."

Main Trio + Genya:

🐉 Tanjiro (IMMEDIATE APOLOGY TEXT BACK)

The moment he opens the picture, his soul leaves his body.

He panics so hard he starts BOWING TO HIS PHONE.

Then, he starts typing like a madman.

"I'M SORRY! I DIDN’T MEAN TO SEE THIS, I SHOULDN’T HAVE LOOKED, PLEASE FORGIVE ME, I RESPECT YOU, I WILL DELETE THIS, I AM UNWORTHY—"

⚡ Zenitsu (NO THOUGHTS, JUST NOSEBLEED)

Zenitsu SCREAMS. FAINTS. DIES. REVIVES.

Then he saves it.

Then he faints again.

Then he texts you:

"Y/N. I'M NEVER LETTING GO OF THIS PHONE."

(Tanjiro beats his ass immediately.)

🐗 Inosuke (doesn’t understand but likes the colors)

Inosuke literally tilts his head like a confused puppy.

"Oh, this is that game you were talking about, right?"

He likes the colors and the angles, but he has absolutely no clue what he’s looking at. 💀

🔫 Genya (deletes and prays for forgiveness)

As soon as he opens it, his whole body shuts down. His face is redder than Sanemi’s rage.

He immediately deletes it like it’s a crime, but when you tell him it’s okay to keep it, he just…

"I… uh… I mean… uh… I— ERROR 404 GENYA NOT FOUND."

Upper Moons + Muzan:

🥊 Akaza ("RESPECT WOMEN" mode activated)

He bows to his phone.

"I MUST NOT LOOK. BUT I MUST. BUT I MUSTN’T."

He puts the phone down and just stares at it like it’s cursed.

❄️ Douma (SAVING IT, ZOOMING IN, SETTING AS WALLPAPER 💀)

No hesitation.

SAVES. ZOOMS IN. SET AS LOCK SCREEN.

And then he texts you back:

"Mmm, lovely. You got more?"

(Y/N BLOCKED HIM.)

👁 Kokushibo ("Unnecessary." But is sweating profusely)

"Unnecessary."

But he doesn’t delete it.

🩸 Muzan ("Kneel." …Excuse me, sir?? 😳💀)

No words. Just one command.

"Kneel."

…HUH??? 😳💀

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solxamber · 4 months ago

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I'm not sure how many of those Holiday Event asks you've got up to this point.. yet it's still worth giving it a try..! ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )

Could you do Diasomnia with prompt no. 2 genre comedy, maybe some fluff?

[I can't stop imaging: Malleus acidentally knocking over the flour causing him to be wholly covered in it XD]

If you're gotten many reguest for the Holiday Event, you don't have to do this one ❤ Thank you in advance!

Great Kitchen Rescue || Silver Vanrouge

For the Holiday Event! || Theme: Cooking/Baking together ; Genre: Comedy with Fluff

When Lilia announced he’d be making dinner, your survival instincts kicked in.

“Lilia, why don’t Silver and I take over tonight? You’ve been working so hard recently,” you said, voice dripping with a desperation you hoped he wouldn’t notice.

Lilia looked at you suspiciously, holding a jar of something pink and faintly glowing. “Are you sure? I had a very special recipe planned.”

“That’s what we’re afraid of,” you muttered under your breath before grabbing Silver and marching into the kitchen.

The plan was simple: you’d cook, and Silver would handle anything that needed minimal effort. You assigned him the stew. Stirring couldn’t go wrong, right?

Wrong.

You were just rinsing the rice when you heard a suspicious “thud.” Spinning around, you found Silver listing dangerously over the pot, eyes half-closed.

“Silver! Are you falling asleep?!” you shrieked, lunging across the kitchen to grab him.

“Mm… no…” he mumbled, head bobbing dangerously closer to the bubbling stew.

“Yes, you are! Get up before you become the main course!” You yanked him upright with a strength you didn’t know you had.

Silver blinked at you, a lazy smile on his face. “You’re really good at catching people, you know that?”

“Stop flirting and stay conscious!”

You wedged him between the counter and the fridge for support, and he obediently leaned back, eyes drooping again. You gave up. Fine. You’d cook everything yourself if it meant saving everyone from accidental cannibalism.

After a heroic struggle, the meal was finally ready. You carried the dishes to the dining room with Silver trailing behind, yawning like he’d just run a marathon.

Malleus took a bite of the stew and gave a thoughtful nod. “This is... remarkable. Thank you for sparing us from culinary experiments.”

Lilia looked deeply offended. “My cooking isn’t that bad!”

You raised an eyebrow. “Last week you made ‘salmon surprise.’ The surprise was that it was purple.”

Lilia waved a dismissive hand. “That’s creativity.”

Silver, now fully awake after eating, leaned over and whispered, “You really did save us all. Especially me. Thanks.”

You glanced at him, thinking about how close you’d come to serving up a “Silver stew” special. “Anytime. Just promise me you’ll never cook unsupervised again.”

Lilia stood suddenly, clapping his hands. “This inspires me to bake dessert!”

You and Silver exchanged a look of pure horror.

“NO!” you, Silver, Sebek, and Malleus shouted in unison, with Sebek clutching his bowl protectively like his life depended on it.

Lilia just laughed. “Haha! You're all no fun!”

Masterlist

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #twst silver x reader #silver x reader #silver twst #twst silver #silver vanrouge x reader #silver vanrouge #silver

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maskedbyghost · 7 months ago

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Beneath the Mask

Simon Riley was a man of few words and even fewer moments of vulnerability. The mask he wore wasn't just for protection; it was a shield from the world, from feelings, from everything. But tonight, as he stood in the kitchen of your small apartment, watching you hum softly while chopping vegetables, he felt something he rarely did—peace.

You’d only been dating for a few months, despite having known him as your lieutenant for much longer. For the longest time, both of you kept your feelings hidden, until one drunken night when everything spilled out—confessions exchanged—before falling asleep like nothing had changed. It wasn’t until the next morning, as the memories of the night resurfaced, that you realized what had happened. You were terrified of ruining the friendship, while Simon had already begun quietly planning your future together, looking for a house where you could grow old side by side, completely normal behavior if you ask him.

Simon smiled, remembering your cute face when you tried to apologize for your outburst of feelings, thinking that what he said was only to make you feel better. You couldn't be more wrong. He took your hands, kissing the soft skin through his mask, while repeating everything he said the night before, and meaning it.

Now, while standing in your kitchen, watching you make dinner for the two of you, his heart filled with warmth he couldn't explain. He was glad for that night when he finally got the girl of his dreams. You were smart, kind, beautiful, and patient with him. Very patient. He could see it in your eyes every time you looked at him—the love and respect you had for him.

Even after months of dating, you’d only seen his face a handful of times. It was something he kept guard, a piece of himself he wasn’t ready to share completely. You never wanted to push or make him uncomfortable, understanding how significant that step was for him. He had spent most of his life alone, hidden behind his mask, where he felt safe. You knew the best way to support him was to let him unveil himself at his own pace, just as you had grown to feel so comfortable with him over these past few months.

"Can I help you with anythin', love?" His voice pulled you from your thoughts as he wrapped his arms around your waist, gently drawing you into him. You hadn’t even heard him approach—something he would usually scold you for, reminding you to always stay on guard. But what he didn’t understand was just how safe you felt with him. Whenever he was near, every worry disappeared, and you knew, without a doubt, that you were protected.

"Thank you, baby. I'm almost done, but you can help me by setting up the table." You said while stirring the soup while checking on the main dish that was cooking in the oven.

Simon stayed close behind you, wishing he could inhale the scent of your hair, but the mask allowed only a faint scent to reach him. He wanted to press soft kisses to the top of your head and across your face, yet the mask remained a barrier between him and the intimacy he craved at that moment.

Unaware of his thoughts, you turned around and pressed a kiss to his chest, feeling the softness of the black cotton shirt he wore at your place. "I need to check if it's ready," you said, gently freeing yourself from Simon’s strong embrace and moving toward the oven on the other side of the kitchen.

Simon decided at that moment—he would finally let you see the real him, scars and all. Although he longed to stretch out this precious moment, he felt reassured by the way you hadn’t turned away during the brief glimpses you’d had of his face. That gave him the courage to open up completely. As you focused on the oven, he took a deep breath and gently approached you, his voice tender and resolute. “I’ve been hidin' behind this mask for so long,” he said softly. “But with you, I wan' to be fully myself.”

For a moment, his words didn’t quite register. But when you turned around and saw him slowly removing his mask, your breath caught in your throat. You stared awestruck at his face. How could someone as beautiful as he was, hide behind a mask for so long? The sight of him, unmasked and vulnerable, took your breath away. He was beautiful. In your eyes, Simon Riley was a remarkably beautiful man, and you couldn’t help but feel incredibly lucky that he was yours.

Simon stood in front of you, his heart pounding as he noticed your stunned silence. The moment stretched on, and he grew anxious, questioning if he had made a mistake. He knew he wasn’t unattractive, but his scars had always made him uneasy. Now, he worried that his vulnerability might have changed how you saw him. Was his decision to remove the mask a mistake? Should he put it back on? Doubt began to creep in, clouding his mind.

As Simon’s anxiety grew, you blinked, snapping out of your trance. You saw the worry etched on his face and felt a pang of guilt for making him question himself. Taking a deep breath, you reached out, gently cupping his face with your hands. “Simon,” you said softly, your voice steady and reassuring. “You are breathtaking. Every part of you. The scars, the mask, it’s all part of what makes you… you. I’ve never been more sure of how much I care about you.”

He looked into your eyes, searching for any sign of insincerity but finding only warmth. The tension in his shoulders eased slightly as he absorbed your words. “You’ve shown me so much of yourself already,” you continued, your thumb brushing gently against his cheek. “I’m honored that you trust me enough to let your guard down. I’m not going anywhere.”

Simon’s eyes softened, and he let out a shaky breath, the tension melting away. With a small, relieved smile, he leaned in and pressed his forehead against yours. The mask was no longer between you two and in that moment, you both felt a profound sense of closeness, understanding that your bond was deeper than any barrier could ever be.

Your eyes sparkled with affection. “Come here,” you said, wrapping your arms around him. He hesitated for a moment before finally relaxing into your embrace. As you held him, you felt the tension in his body slowly ease. “I’ve always admired your strength,” you murmured. “And now, I see even more of the person I care about.”

Simon pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression softening with relief. “Thank you,” he said quietly. “I needed to hear that.”

Simon lowered his head until his lips gently met yours. At that moment, he knew that he could share this kind of closeness whenever he wanted. There were no more barriers between you—just the pure connection that he had longed for.

You took advantage of the lack of the mask by tangling your fingers with his short hair as he pulled you closer into the kiss. As you both savored the kiss, the world outside seemed to fade away. Simon’s hands cradled your face, his touch gentle yet firm, as if he were afraid to let go of this newfound closeness.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, but your eyes met and Simon’s smile was soft and genuine, a rare sight that spoke volumes of his feelings. “I didn’t realize how much I needed this,” he said quietly, his voice filled with emotion. “Thank you for being so patient with me love.”

You smiled back, your heart full. “There’s no need to thank me. This is what we’ve always been working towards baby, being completely ourselves with each other.”

As you sat down to enjoy your meal, you both knew that the evening marked a new beginning. The barriers that had once stood between you were gone, replaced by a bond that was stronger and more genuine than ever. You were ready to face whatever came next together, secure in the knowledge that your love was built on trust and an unbreakable connection.

(English is not my first language, be nice pls.)

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