#and provide the softest comfort

[wildcalendula]

Please tell me about the warmth Please tell me about the safety Tell me what it's like to just be held NitaAnn

[5sospenguinqueen]

Tastes Like Gin | Max Verstappen x Best Friend! Reader

Summary: Max turns 27, and his best friend surprises him with a birthday party. Unfortunately, a few shots from his fellow drivers gives Max more confidence than he expected.

Warnings: Fluff. Friends to lovers.

Requested: No. Just a birthday piece

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redbullracing so many max memories 🎂 here’s to 27. happy birthday 

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christianhorner happy birthday, champ

f1 happy birthday, max

user not rbr only using pics of max in team gear

user waiting (not so) patiently for yn’s bday post because she posts the softest pics of max 

user i love how this post is just fans complaining about max’s car

→ user it’s ‘cause all the drivers will be waiting for yn to post 

user here’s to hoping for more wins when the autumn break is over

user have a purr-fect day 🐱

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yn_ln happy birthday, maxie. no matter how old you get, or how many records you set, you’ll always be the goofball that peed in my paddling pool. happy 27th 🧡🦁

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user yn’s yearly dose of humbling

→ user she always posts the most ego destroying photos of him

→ user as a best friend should 

maxverstappen1 i was 5! and you promised you would stop bringing that up

→ yn_ln was i drunk when i made this promise?

→ maxverstappen1 yes…

→ yn_ln then you know it doesn’t count

→ maxverstappen1 for my birthday this year, i’d like a new best friend

→ yn_ln already bought your present and i can’t refund it. soz

danielricciardo why have you posted two pics of him with his tiddies out

→ yn_ln you mean you don’t like the vertiddies? i’m blessing the mv1 fan base

→ redbullracing and my timeline 

→ yn_ln see

landonorris 27 years means 27 shots

→ yn_ln only if you’re taking him home at the end of the night. he can puke in your bathtub 

→ maxverstappen1 that was one time! and tbf, i’d just won my first wdc 

→ charles_leclerc why do you keep desecrating this woman’s water features

lilymhe ew, is that a man?

→ yn_ln i’m only friends with him for his money, i swear! you’re the only one for me

→ user um, haven’t you been friends since you were kids

→ yn_ln it’s called playing the long game. i could tell he was going to be rich since he was little

→ maxverstappen1 i can’t tell if i’m insulted or complimented 

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yn_ln added to her story

landonorris added to his story

landonorris replied to maxverstappen1’s story wow. what a gorgeous date → i still think you should set us up → maxverstappen1 fuck off → landonorris with a sight like that, i thought you’d be in a better mood

maxverstappen1 replied to yn_ln’s story i can’t believe you pulled off a whole surprise party without me knowing → you’re phenomenal  → yn_ln you’re not mad at me for ruining our nice, quiet evening like you were expected  → maxverstappen1 no. i get to celebrate with all the people i love → and we still had our quiet dinner just the two of us → i can’t believe you’ve done all of this for me → yn_ln i’d do anything for you 

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Tangled in the white bedsheets, you realised you hadn’t changed out of your dress from the night before. Max’s old hoodie, a 33 above the breast, covered the top-half of your frame, providing some semblance of warmth and comfort. Head propped up on the pillows, you squinted at the bright screen in your hand. Blinking furiously, you couldn't tell if the pounding in your head was from the lack of sleep or the disbelief at what you had done. A friendship of over two decades ruined in a single night. Thumb swiping at the screen, a wave of shame washed over you as you scrolled to another post. And then another. 

Another image. Another angle. Another trending tweet. 

All of them accumulated in one place, screaming at you. For years you had buried the feelings you harboured for your best friend. Shoving them deep down below the surface, hiding them under quick-witted remarks and fleeting touches. He had never shown even an inkling that he returned the way you felt. Laughing it off when the other drivers questioned the nature of your relationship. Shoving you at Lando when he joked he’d “take you off his hands”. Asking you for fashion advice a few hours before a first date. And you had endured it all, in order to remain under the light of his platonic love. In one night, you had torn down the wall you had sloppily cemented together. 

The shrill sound of your phone pounded against your skull, piercing through the destructive thoughts. Blurry images of his face pressed against yours were replaced by a professional photo. Max’s face grinning back at you, his cheek smushed against the sliver of your face caught in the edge of the photo. Another night. Another celebration. A very different ending. 

“Why are you awake already?” You muttered to yourself, looking at the contact picture filling up your phone. You thought you’d have more time. More time to think of an excuse, to plan a lie, to pretend you knew nothing about it. 

About his face going viral, her body going viral, the pair of them connected going viral. 

“Morning, old man.” You answered, attempting a light-hearted tone. “I thought you’d still be passed out.”

“I tried,” grumbled Max. “But my phone wouldn’t stop blowing up.”

“That’s odd.”

“Uh, huh. You been on Twitter this morning?” 

Silence fell. You didn’t know how to respond to that with a clear voice. Max didn’t need you to. He could read your silence almost as well as your words. 

“Did that really happen?” 

A sting shot through your chest. Here came the let down. “Well, it can't have been a very memorable kiss if you don’t remember it happening.”

A false laugh echoed down the phone. Max’s eyebrows scrunched together and the unspoken pain. 

“I remember every second of it,” he said vehemently. “I just thought I was dreaming again.”

You didn’t hear his words. Already having prepared your next line. Say the words before he can. That’ll make them hurt less. 

“It’s okay. I know they didn’t mean anything. You were just drunk. I’m sorry it’s gone viral. I can’t imagine the kind of PR mess this will be.”

“No! No, I wasn’t. I mean, I was intoxicated, sure. But, not drunk enough to do things I didn’t mean-” 

“Max, it’s okay. I get it. Nothing will change between us because you had a few too many G&Ts. I’m happy to speak to PR with you and see how we can fix this-.”

“Will you just stop?” Max demanded, voice too loud to both your sensitive ears. He winced as you fell silent, sharp intake of breath filling his ears. “Stop trying to brush this off as nothing. Yes, Charles filled me with shots, and I was more easygoing than normal but I remember every. second. of. that. kiss. You had a cocktail umbrella tucked behind your ear, and Alexandra’s lipstick mark on your cheek. Lando had stolen your hair clip so it was down and loose, just how I like it. I was intoxicated but just enough to give me the courage I didn’t have before.”

“You tasted like gin,” was the breathless reply he got.

“What are you doing this morning?” Max asked, desperate to break the heaviness between the two of you. Desperate to hear your usual answer after a night out; ready for him to take you for a greasy breakfast to mop away the alcohol. 

He could hear your smile - picture it in his head - when you said, “Waiting for you to pick me up, of course.” 

“I’ll be there in 20.”

“Make it 30. I have terrible morning breath.”

Max’s laughter eased the tension in her body. “Maybe this time you’ll taste like mint.” 

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maxverstappen1 the best birthday gift this year 

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yn_ln i love you 🧡 i can’t wait to spend many more birthdays by your side

→ maxverstappen1 mijn hart

redbullracing finally. we’ve been waiting for this to happen since abu dhabi 2021

→ user rbr so real for that because the way he grabbed her. i fr thought he was going to kiss her there and then

→ maxverstappen1 i wanted to

landonorris but i got you personalised gaming headphones :( 

→ oscarpiastri and i got you the ultimate guide to minecraft

→ danielricciardo yes but neither of you got him laid. yn did

→ yn_ln daniel! 

→ charles_leclerc i got him drunk enough to kiss her. does that count?

→ yn_ln no! 

→ maxverstappen1 yes

→ yn_ln you guys suck

→ landonorris sounds like that was your job

→ yn_ln @/redbullracing @/mclaren @/scuderiaferarri pr training for all of them!

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Requests are open. Coming up;

Drunk and flirty Toto

K Mag Part 2 ‘cause it seems I’ve converted some of you

[sylusbelovedart]

Kind Heart

Sylus being canonically good to children is not good for my heart or sanity. It's not even in the sense where I want a child, but this protective, provider, sweet, gentle, sensitive part of him just makes me crumble. And love him more, maybe a little too much. Can you even imagine how kind he would be to children ?

Like imagine sitting in a park, with Sylus and you see a baby staring at you both. You wave at them while cooing and they start smiling. And next to you, Sylus is doing the peek-a-boo thing which makes the baby laugh loudly. But if the baby starts crying, he might make a toy appear with his evol or tickle them with it until the baby starts laughing again.

Or as you were walking around the park, enjoying the view and talking about this and that, you hear a little lost child crying. You both go on a mom haunting research. As you were busy to look around, searching for a worried mom looking for their child, Sylus crouches down and does magic tricks to help the child calm down. He makes flowers appear, even maybe sweets which the little child takes willingly in their little hands while murmuring a "thanks" between hiccups. And with the gentlest and softest voice possible, he asks them if they remember where they last seen their mom. And the child stretches their hand towards Sylus and slowly takes him to where they last seen her. When you both find her, the child thanks the both of you and then hugs Sylus's leg (that man is tall af). Sylus gently pats their head "Go" and they run towards their mom.

Or during a festival, there is one kid that wanted to watch the play. but it was crowded and their mom had a stroller, so it would be hard and dangerous for her to pass through the crowd. But she wanted her child to have a great time. So with the mom’s and child’s permission, Sylus takes the child on his shoulders so he can enjoy the play too. "Comfortable up there ?" And the child is just so happy, which makes both you and Sylus smile and the mom thanks him endlessly.

[ninasmovingcastle]

can i have some specific genshin men taking care of their pregnant s/o? zhongli, diluc, xiao, kazuha, ayato, baizhu, dainsleif, alhaitham? :)

on teyvat's fathers-to-be

↳ zhongli, diluc, xiao, kazuha, ayato, baizhu, dainsleif, haitham, kaveh

content warnings: pregnancy obviously!

ZHONGLI can't wait to meet your child. he knows it's been difficult on your body, and he hates to see you suffering, so he'll make sure to give you all the help you need. he'll take over every household responsibility, run errands for you, and make sure you're getting enough rest <3

DILUC can never feel prepared enough to be a father. he'll read all the parenting books available in mondstadt's library, making sure he fully understands every aspect of raising a child. he's really afraid that he won't be able to take care of your baby :( so he spends a lot of time asking others for advice too <3

XIAO doesn't really understand the concept of human pregnancy, but he's still very willing to learn about it. he'll give you all the emotional support you need, listening to you worries and carrying your burdens. while the changes in your body are new to both of you, xiao tries his best to reassure and comfort you <3

KAZUHA hates to see you suffer; having you uncomfortable and aching hurts him too. he'll pamper you throughout your whole pregnancy, giving you gentle massages to soothe your pain and ease the tension in your body. he'll make sure you're eating well too, so you can stay healthy <3

AYATO is so excited to be a father! he'll attend all your appointments with you, hiring you a personal attending doctor to take care of anything you might need. he'll diligently ask your doctors questions about your progress, constantly making sure both of you are healthy and on track <3

BAIZHU takes it upon himself to care for you in any way you might need. as liyue harbour's top physician, he knows how to monitor you medically. and as your lover, he knows just as well how to look after you emotionally. although he's not in the best health, he'll make sure you're always comfortable. he'll run hot baths for you, and provide you with the highest quality herbal supplements <3

DAINSLEIF has never been so attached to a mortal, let alone two. although he suffers greatly from erosion, it will never prevent him from protecting you and keeping you happy. he's soo smitten, he'll bring you anything you're craving, write you sweet notes, and shower you in affection, something that's very new to him <3

HAITHAM is never too busy for you. he'll devote more and more time to strengthening your relationship and looking after you, especially with a baby on the way :) he'll never let having a child get between you, so he'll put in all the effort to plan lots of memorable dates, picnics, and scenic walks. he knows that your lives are about to change drastically, but you'll always be his priority <3

+ KAVEH gives you all his energy throughout your whole pregnancy, taking on less work so he can be with you more often. he'll spend sooo much time designing and setting up the perfect little nursery for your baby! he'll help you choose the softest colour of paint, the best materials for a crib, and the cutest clothes and toys for your new little one <3

[esotericcangel]

💭 thinking about rafe who uses sex as a replacement for his coke addiction…

rafe has known you forever. you’ve stuck by him through some of his hardest times, through wards death, his coke addiction… so consequently, it’s no surprise when you two start dating.

and shockingly, for once in his life, rafe realizes he wants to be better. for you. for himself. so, with a lot of support from you, he quits doing drugs. coke specifically.

and it’s not easy. obviously. there are nights where he wakes up in a cold sweat, body trembling and his heart racing like he just did a couple lines, but he knows it’s just the withdrawals. and luckily for him, you’re always there for him.

in more ways than one.

sex. rafe found it was the only thing that distracted him from his once drug addled mine, the warm comfort of you wrapped around him enough to flood out any thoughts of needing coke.

in the mornings, in the afternoons. sometimes even when you were both asleep. he’d wake up, badly trembling, gasp escaping his lips and when he was sure that nothing could soothe the ache in his chest, you were right there.

soft, warm, the smell of your perfume lingering on your skin. the one rafe loved, the one you wore because you knew he loved it.

“baby,” he murmured, his voice a raspy, gruff murmur, still not yet shaken from the confines of sleep. you hummed in response, body shifting, like you already knew what he needed. it was wordless permission in itself—the way you scooted your ass a little further so it nestled into his crotch, your mind still fuzzy with sleep, but awake enough to know what he needed.

and he’d oblige everytime, a soft breath of content leaving his lips, large hands massaging your hips gently as he toyed with the edges of your panties. he mouthed at your neck, warm soft kisses, hands easing your panties down to your mid thigh.

he was already flushed, leaking at the tip, his body begging for that sweet warmth only you could provide him.

and when he finally eased himself in, when both of your lips parted to release the softest of breaths, he felt safe. his nerves relaxed, his heart beat slowed. it felt safe. content.

he didn’t move for a bit, just savored the warmth around his, pressing soft kisses to the side of your neck, murmured sweet nothings.

“so perfect,” he whispered in your ear, his kiss bitten lips brushing the cartilage of your earlobe, easing his hips a little higher, starting a steady rhythm that sent sparks of pleasure up both of your spines, yours fuzzy, and dull, his more consuming.

“y’feel so good, baby.. ah, fuck..” he groaned low, hands holding your hips like a vice, the softest of whines escaping you, a symphony of noises filling the once silent space.

his orgasm always came fast, a tightening in his stomach, his hand wrapping around your torso, thumb rubbing circles onto your clit. and when you both were on your peak, about to fall off, he’d grab your jaw, pulling you into a messy kiss that was all teeth and tongue, spit mixing and making a lewd noise in the night.

it was later when he finally pulled out of you with a soft hiss, his body sensitive from his high, your breathing evening out as you rolled over, meeting rafe face first.

“feel better?” you murmured, soft and comforting, hand reaching out to stroke his head, eyes half lidded and blurry with sleep.

he leant into your touch, arms wrapped around your body like he was afraid to let go, like if he did, he’d wake up from the same withdrawals and realize this was all a dream.

“when i’m with you?” he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, holding back a smile when your eyes fully shut. “always, baby.”

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[szarina]

❝ WARPED ENDS. ❞

✞ FEATURING. BULLY! GOJO SATORU AND GETO SUGURU

▶ SERIES MASTERLIST

CONTENT WARNINGS. college au + heavy bullying + alcohol consumption + smut + dubious consent + humiliation + gojo and geto's pov + threats + abuse of power + not proofread + DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

NOTES. nothing eventful about this. only gojo and geto's pov and the next chapter is going to be serious for real. it might be a boring chapter to you. as always thank you for the endless support of this. a major timeskip will happen in the next chapter.

SYNOPSIS. they didn't know that would be the last time they will see you.

it's almost natural.

how your body melds against their own. filling the gaps and crevices and the comfort it brought to them. they can't help it. how your body provided warmth and the pleasure as it courses throughout their body. you were simply divine on your own. the clothing they bought for you was simply irresistible on you. they never tell you that but their actions told you.

the blue and white corset type top of they bought for you sealed the deal. flattering the shape of your body and just makes the swell of your stomach makes it more sexier than it was. the shopping trip was really the way to get you out of your boring clothes and access was made easier.

“twirl.” suguru order you to so and you spun your heel. turning around slowly for them to examine. “you look pretty for once.” geto smirks in approval. drinking in the sight of your plump figure in that top paired with that black skirt that rest in your mid-thigh showing that thick thighs squished together.

“don't be so fucking tense.” satoru's voice rumbles. annoyed by your shaking. it was the nerves. it wasn't the mocking kind of voice he uses to you instead it was harsh. chastising you for such rigid posture. “satoru, you can be so stern sometimes. go easy on (y/n). she's not used to this.” geto tuts at gojo's behavior. satoru rolled his eyes at him. “that's why she should start learning to be grateful.” shaking his head and he looks at you. shivering and cowering in the sound of his voice. it doesn't help that they were both staring at you like a piece of meat to be examined.

the duo stands up from they were seated. their tall stature towering over you and helpless you are when they surrounded you like this. “that's only for the good, baby. we're going to a party later and we need you to look best, okay?” suguru explains it to you and thus wiring your brain to believe it was only for the good. damn well you know they have the reputation to uphold. “maybe, we can help you to loosen up?” he added. “just trust us.” he says and his hands are holding to the exposed skin where your skirt doesn't cover it.

your lips are warm. smooth too as it brushes to his lips. there's also a hint of sweetness of it too. maybe that's the reason why he likes kissing you. groaning when you pull his hair as he kisses you. swirling his tongue in the expanse of your mouth while his friend kisses your other lips. he can't stop. how he can stop when you taste so good. air was being a problem too. although it frustrates him from the lack of air he needed to let go. both of you are softly panting. catching each other's breaths and gojo stares at your face. you got eyes that can rival his even it's the same as everyone else but when he say it is, it is. he stares at it. trying to find the answers you possibly hold in this life and maybe it's in there and his eyes went to your lips. the softest pair of lips he had kissed. it was like mochi. soft when you bite into it and before he could get lost to your eyes. he catches your lips again and he wishes that breathing isn't such a problem.

suguru let out a satisfied hum. your skirt are carefully bunched in your waist while his large hands holds your ass. your legs are hooked to his shoulders while he laps at your heat. flicking his tongue against your holds and sucking your cute, little bean that got you whining. muffled by his friend's mouth who got you silent. his hand possessively wrapped around your round stomach. your thighs trembled, it made him feel goddamn proud that you were so feeling good that you unconsciously grind to him. you say you don't like it but your body doesn't lie.

“ngh-mmm” geto hums as he hear you whine in the kiss. you're getting close so he sticks his finger into your dripping hole. sucking your clit while he pumps his finger to your cunt. obscene noises of your cunt squelching as he thrusts his fingers fueled him more to pump it faster until your thighs are too weak to support itself.

gojo breaks the kiss. swiping his lips with his tongue at the saliva both of you exchanged. “look, suguru. (y/n)-chan's cumming.” he said in astonishment. biting your lips as suguru push you into your release. the man below you bestowed only harsh sucks to your poor little clit. gojo laughing at your reaction before dipping to pepper your cheeks with kisses going down to your nape and to your neck. “haaa” you moan out as suguru brought you to your release. your juices gushing down and staining his mouth in which he laps up. not wasting a drop. he licks his lips and seductively licking his fingers clean. “now, it's our turn.”

eyes almost rolling in the back of their head. eyes closed as they came inside you. cocks throbbing as spurts after spurts of their cum are deeply spilled inside of your holes. satoru can't help but to curse. muttering fuck as your cunt squeezes his cock that is deeply nestled inside you and suguru bites your ear. you weren't doing good either. softly panting, sweat beading in your face from how good they have fucked you. almost limp in their hold and after the glow of their post orgasm. they carefully laid down their play toy.

suguru watches you scramble to grab the wet wipes you always have after they dumped their load inside you. running down in your thighs as their spent quickly dried upon being exposed in the cold air. he grabs the wipes from your hand and kneels in front of you. kissing your thighs first before gently wiping the stains of their cum. he wanted you to look presentable, after all you were going to a party. your first, not surprised anything from your lack of experience. people would not want to waste time to talk with you let alone invite you. you're only getting the ticket because of them.

he slowly pulls your skirt down. straightening the slight crumple of your skirt by flattening it between his fingers. he almost laughs seeing as your thighs quiver. you recover slow than the both of them. in his kneeled down position, he can see your stomach poking from that tight corset top. it really does suit you. he and satoru bought that top for you in a size smaller just to see the features you have that you are bothered it. see as you squirm and pull that tight fit clothing in your body so they just could reprimand you.

it's a damn well spent of a money. that he can't help but to say it aloud. your face turning into one of a bashful expression and he finds you so adorable and easy to play with. just say something good and you turn putty in them that it was getting difficult to let you go. satoru being the one who keeps insisting about you. yapping about you every time when you're not around. he keeps his hands holding your thighs together while satoru plays the bow in your top. enthralled by it like he was some sort of a cat. “suguru, can we have more with (y/n)-chan?” absentmindedly asking him about it. geto taps your thighs after he was in cleaning you up. suguru thinks about it but they're already running late even he still wants to. you're just damn irresistible in your new clothes. carefully chosen by them.

suguru chuckles. “idiot, we're already running late, after that we can.” satoru's expression changes into something of annoyed. what a spoiled brat. he thinks but the latter quickly agreed with him. “tch, party pooper.” he ignores the comment and moves his attention to you. he notices the look in your face. one that he knows that you're in a huge discomfort and everything bothers you. nervously chewing your bottom lip.

he grasp your jaw to look at him. “smile, this is your first real party. you're going to enjoy this.” you simply nod then his tone that is somewhat comforting changes into something more of commanding. “ditch us and you know what will happen.” he warns you cause simply you have the habit of being a stubborn bitch. known for defying orders from them and go later crying after being punished. then he simply smiles as he lets go of your jaw.

this is peak college. what really defines college is the parties. the loud music, the shouts of everybody who is simply having fun or simply getting wasted and mostly the pretty girls they can ogle at.

suguru and satoru both glances at you behind them. you look like you were going to run and cry and before you could do anything of what they were thinking. they pull you. shoving you inside with them and a smile instantly lit in their faces. they are what makes a party complete. they ignored you as the passes everybody who greeted them. girls who wants the time of their life and guys who either looks up on them or completely despises them. both grabbing their drinks and satoru caught a glimpse of that zen'in heir annoyingly coming to them.

fuck naoya zen'in. the damn guy was like a year younger than him and acts like they were equal since he insists on convincing them that they were on the same breeding and status alike. they were kings and everything is just plebians around them but satoru contradicts everything of it. his only equal was suguru and everyone else is nothing.

he made it clear and since then naoya started to hold animosity for him. well, he does. who could blame him. he's gojo satoru. he's blessed and could be god's divine creation.

“gojo you son of a bitch. you came.” naoya greeted him and although was gojo was putting a facade he did want nothing more than to wipe the smirk on naoya's face. he just greeted him the same. a way that he could pissed the damn guy.

“ah, zen'in. wouldn't miss this just i could wipe that smirk off your face.” he almost laugh as naoya's smile drops. already quipping a snarky remark until he notices you and satoru didn't like that one bit from how naoya was looking at you. naoya's demeanor turning into a flip upon laying eyes on you. a smirk on his lips. “you two in fat bitches now?” pointing at you with cup in his hands and he scoffs. “none of your business, zen'in.” shooting him a glare but thanks to the dark glasses he wore, naoya's oblivious to it. “then you two wouldn't mind me using her.” he suggested and before he can respond, he hears suguru clicking his tongue. annoyed and pissed and it was not like suguru to get worked up over this. “fuck off.” it was obvious from what suguru wants and naoya sensing the venom in geto's words, raises his hand in mock defeat and disappears in a place where they don't give a shit about.

he was just so angry that naoya could look at you the way they see you. out from anger and he sees you standing behind them. he can't stop the words coming out from his mouth. “you're an embarrassment.” he says without hesitation and he maybe did regret saying that to you after seeing you bite your lower lip and the quick blinking of your eyes that you were holding tears. adding to injury was satoru trying to calm him down. “hey, hey suguru.” gojo taps his shoulder. “let loose, don't naoya get to you.” his best friend assures him and glances down to you. his bright blue eyes peering to show you he was serious and then let the salt burn to your wound. “you're right.” he pauses for a bit with eyes cold staring at you. “find a seat, (y/n). you're embarrassing us now with you around.” he watches you slowly retreat to lick your own wounds.

fuck. he shouldn't have said that. naoya getting better to him and what the hell he is thinking. he couldn't give a damn about what you were feeling. he needed a drink and so then he left satoru and also keeping tabs in where you are. a good girl. you settle in the corner where wasted and just other students who were just to chill gathered.

this is a party and he was going to enjoy it. he quickly grabs a bottle then proceeds to talk with someone who didn't bother to remember their name. just get down to whatever nonsense he can ride on. this is better until his anger simmers down. a temporary distraction to what he really feels and satoru could fuck himself for now.

“satoru.” gojo was taking a swig of his drink when a girl approached him. calling his name like they were lovers but it was more like an ex-fling. never had a relationship with her. she was only a temporary fun. “ah, sar—ah, sayuri.” he almost curses at himself. sayuri playfully pouts at him and there it is, the batting of eyelashes. “that's mean, satoru. you already forgot me.” her lips puckers before placing a hand in his chest. if this was a another party of gojo and he really liked this girl. he briefly remembers her. sayuri — he had hots for her a long time ago.

he would have taken her upstairs but you were here. he caught you in the corner. you were like a child in awe at the people in this house. gojo almost chuckles at your cute antics but suppressed it and then a cruel idea pops in his mind. “missed me?” he asks sayuri and there was no answer needed as he crashes his lips to sayuri. his sight never leaving yours and when you caught him. he watch as your eyes widens, you lower your head in embarrassment before chugging that drink in your cup in one swig. he smirks in the kiss as he watches you wiped your tears away. he always liked making you cry.

did he kiss this chick just to see you get upset. yes, he did. your reactions are priceless and tonight you didn't disappoint. thanks to this sayuri girl. he pulls her more just to kiss her deeper out of gratitude.

this was starting to bore him and suguru dismisses himself. wanting to be in your presence again. he did promise himself to show you a good time cause this was your real party you were going to experience. he still finds you in the corner where you made yourself comfortable. instead of watching the crowd like you the wallflower you are. he finds you with your head hung low and your hands wiping the tears rolling down in your cheeks. you were used to their harsh words and you did cry in almost of them but never publicly. it was for their eyes only and seeing you in distress that you weren't ashamed to bawl your eyes out he finds the reason.

suguru is no stranger to finding satoru making out with some random girl cause he is too. whomever he finds interesting and good enough gets him, so is satoru. he taps his friend's back to gain his attention in which he successfully did. shoving the girl he was making out with earlier. “what suguru?” sometimes satoru was just simply annoying him with questions but he didn't have the strength to entertain his silly questions when there are more important matters and that is you leaving this party.

he points the door where you just left and satoru gets the message and so then they passed the crowd to follow.

it wasn't hard to find you with the students who was going in the same way with you and they were pissed that they had to get away from that crowd just to get you. you better prepare yourself they're not getting easy on you after this.

they easily catches up to you. their tall stature made it easier for them. gojo was the first one to grab you. pulling your arm harshly to stop you from your tracks and turning you around to face them. “we told you, you don't leave without us. do you really want to get punished, (y/n)-chan?” he asks you but it was weird. along with your tear stained face. you were emotionless like you were numb. something is definitely wrong and suguru knows that too but ignored it cause they were angry at you or rather disappointed.

you were really being stubborn tonight. suguru was about to help satoru to drag you but you sat in the ground. you were giving them a hard time and they were calling for both of them and not wanting to be seen in commotion with you. geto warned you. “we're going back to you later.” and they left you followed by the cheers of the everybody partying as the stars once joined them again.

they didn't know that is the last time they were going to see you again.

you disappeared that night and they left for tomorrow to give you a lesson but instead you were gone. they went to your classes. your dormitory and asked your roommate but they were clueless or where you could have gone. it continued for a week and then your dorm room was nothing. no signs of you as they cleared out. suguru searched for your whereabouts. nothing. they also went to go as far contacting your parents but also nothing. they could be lying which maybe the case but satoru finds out, they were not.

there's only a message of what happened to you. a message from shoko. their closest friend who was currently interning at a hospital not far from the university.

shoko: what have you done you idiots!?

and it was just like that.

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[spiceofvy]

Stray kids with a bunny gf in heat🫣

SKZ with a bunny reader in heat

a/n: i am really excited to post this, i wanted to dabble into hybrids for a long time! so thank you so much for that request!

cws: nsfw, no gendered terms but reader is heavily implied to be afab, bunny-hybrid!reader, heats/mating cycles, reader is nesting (changbin, hyunjin), dom skz (except for jisung) sub-ish!reader, bottom!reader, mentions of food/eating, lots of talk of sex drives

Chan: Your heat is his favorite time of the year. Gets all giddy and excited shortly before your heat hits. He is up for the challenge. His stamina matches yours during heat and he can freely fuck you stupid. Outside of your heat he always feels the need to hold himself back, as to not be too much for you, but during your heat, he takes what he needs and in turn gives you what you crave. So much demeaning praise, you are so good for him, so good but also so needy. Most likely to forget that the two of you need food and water in between the fucking, sue him. Because the sex definitely makes up for it.

Minho: He is very strict with you during your heat. He knows how harsh heats can be on your cute body and he will not let you starve yourself just so you can get fucked more. Stupid needy thing. You will eat. You will drink water. And you will sleep. No ifs or buts. Ties you up if you don't listen and keep on humping him. Doesn't have as much stamina but is more than willing to fuck you stupid on a toy or his fingers instead. All in all he is very strict with you but also super loving. He only wants your best after all.

Changbin: Such a sweet boy. He can't quite keep up with your sex drive but is super down to you just taking what you need from him when he gets tired. Sleepily gets you off with his hands or by letting you ride his thigh as he collects himself. And when he has the energy again he pushes you face back into the mattress and fucks you until your eyes roll back and you drool all over yourself. We love a versatile king. Also loves to feed you with sweets and praising you through every phase of your heat. Makes sure your nest is only filled with the softest pillows and the fluffiest blankets.

Hyunjin: He stays in control the whole time. No matter what happens. You are in such a vulnerable situation, you need someone to take care of you and your heat clouded mind. He is not scared to use toys to get you off, overstimulates you so your resting phase is longer after and he can provide you with food. If you feel comfortable leaving your nest he would also carry you to the bathtub and give you a deep clean. During your first heat he also tried to clean your nest a bit. But he quickly learned that bunnies can bite too. So now he swallows down his need to prepare a clean bed for you.

Jisung: Everytime your heat rolls around he tries to keep control of the situation but everytime he ends up laying on his back with you riding him like there is no tomorrow. Just lays there and whines almost as pitifully as you do while you use him to chase your next orgasm. Honestly, an outsider could think that this was heat too, just from the sound he makes. He sets alarms to remind the two of you to eat and drink some water. The food he prepared is not the healthiest but it does its job. Cuddles you the whole time and does not want to leave your side.

Felix: He is super close to being able to match your sex drive. Fucks you so well, caging your body with his as he takes you from behind. Whispering the filthiest praise into your ear. Petting your hair before pulling it roughly to hear your pretty little mewls. When you are finally tired he feeds you while rubbing your stomach. Massaging your tired muscles. Loves if you sleep on top of him, or something similarly close. Also, he doesn't care about how hot you get, you will not sleep without a blanket. Not on his watch. When you stir him awake again, because you got horny, he would totally make you grind on a pillow, before he takes mercy on you fucks you again.

Seungmin: He always plans out how your heats go beforehand. This may be unromantic or boring to some but it serves well. And makes sure that you are never dissatisfied. He knows his own body and drive very well, and after spending he couple of heats with you, he also has your waves figured out pretty good. He knows exactly when its enough for you to just be fucked with a toy or when you need his dick to turn you into a stupid mess. So he knows how to preserve his energy so he is ready for you during the height of your heat. He is also super protective of you, no one gets to be close to you. Not even a call from the outside world.

Jeongin: Not really a surprise, but he also matches your stamina perfectly. I would even go so far to say that his drive is even stronger than yours. He fucks you through the waves of your heat easily, just to then smile at you softly and feed you a perfectly nutritious meal. He keeps is dick deep inside you so you can feel sated during your sleep, and when you wake up horny, all you need to do is grind back against him to immediately get off again. He is probably the best heat partner out of all of them. But after your heat he does need 2-3 business days off to recover. But honestly, this just means that you can get some nice after-heat-cuddles.

[purplepri]

Yesterday, before sleeping I was having ✨ omegaverse thoughts ✨ about Eddie (Munson)

At first his nest would be the most confusing mix of leather, flannel and jeans - not very comfortable to lay on, but drenched in Wayne's scent, the last family he has.

Then, as he and the Hellfire boys become closer and closer, he starts incorporating their clothes too. Since none of them are omegas, he gets their best softest clothes, yes even that ugly red and blue shirt Jeff's mom gave him for the 4th of July. So now, his nest has a bit of color, a bit cush so to say...

It isn't until he's out of the hospital, body stitched back together to a semblance of human, that the nest becomes complete. The party tries to be nonchalant about it, but if Nancy lends him a pink cardigan she never gets back, and Dustin tells him he doesn't even use that scarf anymore, and Red keeps uncomfortably leaving her beanies around, he doesn't comment.

It isn't until his next pre-heat, body finally adjusting, that it happens. Until now, the only party member not overly present in his nest is Steve. Eddie tries not to mention it, nor let it get to him, but he thought they had reached some sort of friendship after the world end.

So he's sorting through his heat tapes (filled with comforting songs, that do best to calm him down when in the throes of horniness) when the door gets knocked. He sighs, irritated, wanting to just yell at whoever it is to go away and leave him be, but he takes one big breath and raises from his nest.

On the other side of the open door is Steve, with what seems to be half his house in a bag and a poorly balanced dish on his arms. He startles when he looks up at Eddie, and the dish almost falls.

"Uh..." Eddie frowns. "Heya, Stevie? Are you confused, or anything? Red's trailer is right there." He points to the newer trailer parked on the other side, twin to his own.

"Yeah, no, uh. So, the kids were saying that you're going into heat, and that's not a thing for them to talk to just anybody, and don't worry I've already told them off, but... Yeah, they were talking about how worried they were and they were planning on coming here, but I can say by experience that if one overeager pup barging into your home pre-hut... Uh, heat! Pre-heat, is already a thing of nightmares, more of them wouldn't be any better, so..."

"Stevie, you're rambling." Eddie isn't even irritated, even a lot endeared, with the way Steve seems to lose his composure and blush a pretty red that makes slick start to pool downstairs. Steve's nostrils flare, and he coughs around what sounded like a whine.

"Sorry, sorry! It's just. Here's some casserole, there's some bread in there too, you don't need to worry about making food. And here. Uh. Some, some clothes. For your nest."

Eddie gets an armful of the dish and the bag, and peering down at the contents he sees the softest cashmere sweater, wool vests, a couple of silk it seems, and even a matching sweatpants and sweatshirt. The scent of alpha, something like bread and butter and coffee and lavender, like a cozy morning of breakfast in bed, under the freshly washed sheets and covers, rises to his nose.

Eddie purrs lowly in his chest.

Steve makes a choked sound, turning Eddie's attention back to him. His face is fully and completely flushed now, his mouth is open like he's about to say something, and his eyes...

The honeyed color is almost inexistent with the size of his pupils.

Eddie's Omega preens under the attention, and he smirks.

"Well, aren't you a proper alpha, providing for his pack?" Steve's eyes get slightly unfocused, and he looks like he's about to pass out so Eddie takes some mercy on him. "Thank you so much, Stevie. It will help a lot. Maybe..." He hesitates, Steve's eyes now back to focusing on his face, standing attention to his next words. "Maybe I could treat you to a drink? Sometime? As a thank you?"

"Oh... Eddie, you don't need to..."

"But I want to!" Eddie says, more forcefully than he expected, letting the dish rest on the table right by the door and the bag fall to his feet. He takes two steps into Steve's direction before remembering himself.

"Well, then... Then okay. I will see you next week? After your heat breaks over?"

"Maybe earlier?"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Eddie smiles, and sees it reflected on Steve's face. His mouth is so pink and plush, his canines are a little extended for some reason, and his smile is so dreamy... Another wave of heat and slick escapes him. He'd be more shy, he thinks, but this is Steve and he's pre-heat.

"Maybe I should go, before I..."

"Okay. I'll call you when I'm ready for you to be over here, then?"

"Whenever you need me." He sounds kinda breathless when he says it, and it finally hits Eddie.

Oh.

Oh.

Eddie smiles, and steps back into the trailer, hand reaching for the doorknob.

"I'll take you up on that, big boy." Steve's eyes are twinkling, and Eddie feels a lot proud to be the one to put it there. He salutes Steve, bids him good bye and see you soon, closing the door behind him and waiting to hear the Beemer driving away.

When the car is sufficiently far, he squeals and blushes and does a little shimmy dance in the living room, then puts away the casserole and drops the bag's contents smack dab in the middle of his nest. He dives right in, burying his face on the clothes and purring to his heart's content.

This heat is shaping up to be one of the best heats ever.

[holybibly]

If there's anything in this world that can inspire me more than MATZ, let me know.

In the meantime, unholy thoughts of the day - Luxurious married alpha-couple MATZ are seeking a pretty virgin omega to date.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa had been together for a long time—powerful, hot, filthy rich—they were an incredibly sexy and powerful couple. It was clear to anyone who had ever been in front of them that they were madly in love with each other. But in their perfect world, there was one big but: they couldn't fuck each other. Because they were both alphas, their animal's natural instincts would go into overdrive every time things started to get hot and heavy. Kissing, touching, fucking—it didn't matter; they were ready to rip each other's throats out. So they were always on the lookout for the perfect little Omega they could fuck at the same time and keep around like a little sugar thing.

Omega matchmaking services have become very popular recently, so they decided to try their luck with one of the new luxury agencies. They look at over a hundred Omegas but still can't find one that meets their high standards and exquisite tastes. Seonghwa has always been very fussy, especially when it comes to the slime of his Omega. He loves getting drunk on pussy, and when he sticks his face in someone's pussy, he wants nothing but the best on his tongue.

Whether it was your uncharacteristic Omega taste of strawberry liqueur or your complete inexperience with sex, you didn't know, but either way, you weren't the Alphas' first choice. That was until the MATZs set their sights on you.

You found it hard to believe that such a strong and sexy pair would choose you for a date; it was both intriguing and unnerving.

Like all the Omegas before you, you have been invited to a private viewing at their luxurious nightclub. It's a very private and intimate place, and the room you've been taken to is velvet-lined and dimly lit, creating a highly sexual atmosphere, and to be honest, it bothers you a little, but not as much as the gorgeous couple in front of you.

The taller Alpha, Seonghwa, is sitting comfortably on the lap of the second Alpha, who is smiling predatorily and looking at you with dark eyes. As you can see from the profile the agency provided you, it is Hongjoong. A godlike, refined Alpha lazily caresses his partner's bare chest as he gives you seductive siren eyes, while the tip of his tongue slowly slides between his sensually parted lips.

They're both dressed in expensive fur coats and designer clothes, and you're wearing a simple dress and plain cotton panties, and as you watch, you can't help but wonder why they chose you. You hear the door lock behind you, leaving you alone with MATZ.

You don't know what to do, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other, clutching the hem of your dress.

Seonghwa gets up from Hongjoong's lap and slowly walks towards you like a huge cat of prey, circling you and devouring you with his eyes. He's so amazing, and you can clearly feel his dominating and sexual energy.

You squeal loudly as his lips press against your ear and his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You almost drown in the softest, most luxurious fur of his furcoat as your back is pressed against his chest.

"This is what's going to happen, sweetheart; I'm going to kneel in front of you, lift up that ugly dress, and run my tongue all over your cunt and if I don't like the taste of you, you're going to get the hell out of here. I like pussy, I like to lick and suck tight, sweet holes, and I only want to fuck the sweetest, stickiest, slipperiest cunt. Do you understand me?"

You nod shyly, afraid to say a word. Your condition amuses the other Alpha, who is currently lounging on the velvet couch like a king.

"Don't make that sweet expression, angel; it only makes me want to fuck your pretty throat. And honestly, I hope you will fulfil Hwa's wishes so that I can do that.".

[nicholasluvbot]

୨୧ SO HIGH SCHOOL !

( boynextdoor as your highschool boyfriend >_< ) includes taesan , leehan , woonhak fluff , leehan is a little cheesy , taesan one is sappy but then again thats just the way i'm with him 2120 words ( around 500 to 700 words per member )

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TAESAN

"Sing for me," you said through the speaker, your voice soft and playful, and Taesan let out a low laugh.

“Nope,” he replied bluntly, but you could hear the smile in his voice, the way it danced through the phone even when you couldn’t see his face.

“Come on!” you pleaded, knowing exactly how to push his buttons. Taesan was persistent, but after a few more rounds of ‘please’s and ‘for me’s, he finally agreed.

“Fine,” he sighed, the exasperation in his voice fake. You could hear him shuffling on his bed, probably adjusting his pillow before he began singing. The first few notes of your favorite song floated through the speaker, his voice soft and unsteady at first, like he was still shy about it even though he had sung the same song for you about a hundred times. But then he found his rhythm, and his voice, warm and soothing, filled your ears.

You smiled, sinking deeper into your bed. His voice provided a kind of comfort that even the softest blankets couldn’t. It wrapped around you like a gentle hug, making you forget everything that had been bothering you all day.

Mid-song, you heard a faint creak through the phone. The door to Taesan’s room had opened, and his younger brother peeked in, eyebrows raised. Taesan faltered for just a moment before glaring at his brother, who quickly caught on to what was happening. When he realized Taesan was singing for you, a smirk spread across his face.

Taesan didn’t miss a beat. Without breaking the rhythm of his song, he grabbed a pillow and hurled it at his brother, who dodged it with a quiet laugh before slipping back out of the room, knowing he’d be relentlessly teasing Taesan about this for weeks.

Taesan rolled his eyes but kept singing, his focus shifting back to you. It didn’t matter what his brother thought. He’d keep singing as long as it made you happy.

When the song ended, you clapped through the phone, the sound of your soft applause making him laugh. His chest felt lighter, like it always did after these late-night calls. Taesan wasn’t big on public displays of affection, but moments like this, when it was just the two of you, made him feel like he could stop thinking about the world for a few hours. You never doubted his love. These calls were proof enough of that.

Once, during one of these late-night conversations, he’d sleepily confessed that he had trouble falling asleep if he didn’t hear your voice. You didn’t mind how at school you barely interacted, each of you in your own friend groups. Because at night, when the world was asleep and it was just the two of you, you felt more loved than ever.

It had started as something random one night, but now it was a habit. He couldn’t sleep without it, and neither could you.

Just as you were about to hang up, Taesan spoke again, his voice softer now. “Can you… say goodnight to me?”

You laughed, not expecting such a simple request. “What?”

He felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment, tugging nervously at the sleeves of his sweater. “Please… it helps me sleep better,” he mumbled.

You melted at his words, the sweetness of it tugging at your heart. “Goodnight, Taesan,” you whispered, your voice gentle, and Taesan felt his heart skip a beat when you said his name like that, so softly.

Normally, he wouldn’t say anything. He’d just hang up and let the warmth of your words carry him off to sleep. But tonight, something stirred in him—a foreign feeling that had been growing for a while but was only now making itself known. He couldn’t help but wonder if this overwhelming feeling that was weighing on his heart was love.

And before he could stop himself, he said it. “I love you.”

There was a brief silence on the other end, then a soft chuckle from you. “I love you too. Sleep well.”

Taesan didn’t move for a long moment after you hung up, the butterflies in his stomach swirling wildly. He knew you felt the same way—after all, you’d told him countless times—but hearing it, feeling it, still sent a rush through him every time.

Finally, he tossed his phone to the side and grabbed a pillow, burying his face into it as a wide grin spread across his face. He wished it was you in his arms instead of the pillow, but for now, this would have to do.

As he lay there, the words still lingering in his mind, the feeling still making his heart race, he realized that he would never get tired of this feeling, not when it was coming from you.

LEEHAN

You watched as Leehan peeked into the art room and then gave you a slight nod—an indication that it was safe to go inside. He followed after you, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

“Here we are,” he said, his voice low and playful. “Nobody comes around here at this time, so we can goof around undetected.”

You giggled, feeling a rush of excitement at the thrill of it all. Leehan grinned at you, his eyes sparkling, clearly enjoying how into this little adventure you were.

“That’s the spirit! I can’t believe I haven’t done this with you before. Skipping class, hanging out alone with a beautiful girl in the art room? It’s a living dream.” He wandered around the room, admiring the details he’d never really paid attention to before, flashing you a playful grin over his shoulder.

“Oh, shut up, Leehan!” you rolled your eyes, though the warmth in your voice betrayed your real feelings.

Leehan chuckled as he turned to face you, his hands stuffed casually in his pockets, his hair falling messily over his forehead. That boyish grin of his, the one that always made your heart skip, was plastered on his face. “Hey, don’t make me shut up! I’m just stating the truth. You’re beautiful, we’re alone together, and it’s exciting as hell!”

You shook your head at his cheesy comment, but a smile tugged at your lips as you took a seat on one of the desks. Leehan plopped down beside you, his knee lightly brushing against yours. You reached for a few colorful pens from a nearby cup, and when you asked him to give you his hand, he raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“What are you up to?” he asked, intrigued but playful.

“Just give me your hand,” you insisted, waving the pen. Still looking unsure but trusting you completely, he placed his hand in yours.

You leaned in and started doodling on the back of his hand. Leehan couldn’t see what you were drawing, but he didn’t mind. The feeling of your hand resting against his and your hair lightly brushing his arm made his heart flutter in a way that felt so easy, so right.

Minutes passed, and you finally sat up, admiring your creation with a satisfied smile. Leehan looked down at his hand now that your head wasn’t in the way, and his mouth dropped open in shock.

Stars and hearts were scattered across his hand, but the centerpiece was a little corydora fish—his favorite.

“It’s cute, isn’t it?” you asked, your eyes shining.

Leehan’s face lit up, his expression beaming. “It’s the cutest thing ever!”

Without thinking, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. You leaned into his chest, your head resting against his heartbeat, as the two of you admired the silly little drawings on his hand together.

“You know, I think you just gave me a new look. Maybe I should keep this permanently—kinda suits me, don’t you think?”

You smirked, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, sure. The tough guy with stars and hearts all over his hand. Totally intimidating.”

He laughed, nudging you playfully with his shoulder. “Hey, I make it work. Besides, now I’ve got a personal artist who’s also gorgeous as hell.”

“Lucky you,” you teased, still holding his hand in yours.

He looked at you for a moment, his grin softening just a bit. “But seriously… it’s always fun with you. Even when we’re just messing around like this.”

You tilted your head back slightly to meet his gaze, face only a few inches apart. You raised an eyebrow. “What, doodling on your hand is your idea of excitement?”

Leehan winked, giving you a playful grin. “When I’m with you, yeah, it is.”

You rolled your eyes again, but you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. He always knew how to balance teasing and sincerity in a way that made your heart flutter. 

And before you could think twice, you leaned up, pressing a soft kiss against his lips. It was slow and sweet,  the kind of kiss that left butterflies in your stomach and a smile on both of your faces when you pulled away.

Leehan brushed his nose against yours, a little breathless. “I guess skipping class has its perks.”

You laughed quietly, your head resting back on his chest as you whispered, “Yeah... I guess it does.”

WOONHAK

Woonhak’s laughter echoed through the halls as he tightened his grip on your hand, your footsteps pounding in unison on the polished floor. The PE teacher’s voice could be heard in the distance, shouting your names as you narrowly escaped being caught for another one of your harmless pranks.

Woonhak glanced over his shoulder to make sure the teacher wasn’t gaining on you. The shouts were growing fainter, and you shared a mischievous look, both of you breathless from running but too exhilarated to stop.

“Woonhak, faster! He’s going to catch up!” you called between heavy breaths, barely able to contain your laughter. Woonhak grinned, tightening his grip on your hand as you ran side by side. It felt like the most natural thing in the world.

“I’m trying!” he called back with a laugh. The school corridor stretched ahead, the lockers blurring as you sped past.

“This way!” Woonhak suddenly tugged you toward a small door left slightly ajar. Without a second thought, he pulled you inside and quickly shut the door, locking it behind him.

The room was tiny, with barely any space to move. You stood close to each other, Woonhak slightly crouched as his head brushed the ceiling, both of you breathing heavily, wide-eyed and grinning like two idiots in love.

Woonhak looked over at you, admiring your flushed cheeks and the soft smile lingering on your lips. There was a lightness in your eyes that made his heart skip. You were so close he could count every freckle on your face, every eyelash casting a shadow on your cheeks. Your shoulder brushed lightly against his arm, and a rush of warmth spread through him. He squeezed your hand gently, brushing his thumb over your knuckles, and he felt you do the same.

Both of you held your breath as the teacher’s footsteps grew louder, then faded away. Woonhak let out a soft exhale. “That was close.”

“I can’t believe we actually did that!” you whispered, giggling softly. Woonhak chuckled in response, though his laugh was so quiet it almost sounded nervous.

He was nervous. Standing there, hand in hand with the literal love of his life, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t passed out yet. His gaze drifted down to your still-interlaced hands, then to your lips. His knees felt weak, and for a moment, he was grateful for the small space supporting him.

“We can’t keep doing this, Woonhak. We’re going to get in serious trouble one day,” you said, but there was a softness to your words that made his chest tighten.

You peeked through the gap in the door, checking if the coast was clear so the two of you could slip out. But Woonhak didn’t want to. He wanted to stay here like this—with your hand in his, your shoulders pressed together—for a little while longer. He tugged softly at your hand, making you look at him, and his heart fluttered when your eyes met his, in that sweet, unfamiliar way that comes with first love.

“YN…” he started, but his voice caught in his throat, unsure of what he wanted to say. But as he looked into your eyes, he didn’t feel the need to say anything at all. It was like you already knew. Your gaze softened as you leaned back, silently agreeing to stay a little longer. Although your legs felt cramped, your heart felt comfortable with Woonhak. So, you were fine with staying in the tiny room, as long as he was there with you.

@onedoornet , @k-films ...

[reveryfics]

Movie Night

Clark Kent x Male Reader

Summary: You and Clark started dating after you discovered his Superman identity, but even superheroes aren't excused from movie night.

A/N: I need more Clark Kent guys. Which means, because I am so painfully single Clark has to watch twilight with the reader now. This can also be read as a follow up to my first fic with him (secret Identity), but not at all directly a part 2.

TW: Fluff

You smiled to yourself, a warmth spreading through your chest as you recalled the evening almost four months ago. It hadn't been long since the truth of Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter, and Superman, the Man of Steel, had been unveiled to you. The revelation itself had been a whirlwind, a dizzying mix of shock, awe, and a profound sense of understanding. Yet, the moment he finally managed to ask you out, it wasn't with a booming heroic declaration or a confident, charming line. Instead, he was the same stuttering, awkward mess of feelings you'd known and loved for years, fumbling over his words, his cheeks a delightful shade of crimson as he confessed his hopes for a romantic future together. It was endearing, and so perfectly Clark.

In all honesty, the transition from childhood friends to boyfriends hadn't drastically altered the comfortable rhythm of your lives. Sure, there were now occasional, stolen kisses that sent shivers down your spine, and the knowing glances from Lois Lane and the good-natured teasing from Jimmy Olsen about Clark "hanging around that photographer guy too much lately." But Clark didn't seem to mind the office banter. He reveled in this newfound openness, in finally being able to shed the carefully constructed facades. With you, he could articulate everything that was on his mind without the constant pressure of guarding his extraterrestrial origins or the deeply ingrained fact that he was hopelessly in love with you.

And gods, did you love every second of it. You adored the absolute dork that he was, the way his eyes would light up when he talked about obscure scientific facts or the latest agricultural advancements. You found it endlessly amusing how he’d “anonymously” tip you off, providing just enough information to ensure you were in the perfect spot to capture the best pictures of Superman, all simply so he could see you in your element, camera in hand, chasing the perfect shot. Your love for Clark wasn't separate from your love for Kal-El; they were inextricably intertwined. It was a beautiful, albeit still new and wonderfully awkward, dance you were learning together.

One non-negotiable condition you'd laid down the moment the "Superman" truth bomb had dropped wasn't about his safety. You knew that was a promise he couldn't realistically keep, not with the weight of the world on his shoulders. No, your demand was far simpler, yet just as crucial: just because he was a superhero didn't mean he got to miss movie nights. Clark had taken that promise to heart, upholding it with a dedication usually reserved for saving the planet. He might be occasionally late, sometimes by a mere few minutes, other times by what felt like an hour. But even then, he'd arrive, a whirlwind of nervous energy, stumbling through a million excuses why he was delayed, his earnest apologies punctuated by the offering of your favorite snacks or a takeout bag from your preferred restaurant. You never truly cared about the excuses or the lateness, though; his presence was always enough.

Tonight was shaping up to be one of those classic evenings. A perfectly relaxing Saturday night stretched before you, dedicated to a planned movie marathon. Or, to be more accurate, you had informed Clark that you were watching the entire Twilight saga, and he, bless his heart, had known better than to argue. The setup was complete. The couch was transformed into a haven of comfort, covered with your softest, coziest blanket. The lights were dimmed to a soft, inviting orange glow, casting a warm ambiance over the living room. Bowls of popcorn and an assortment of your favorite snacks were meticulously arranged on the coffee table. You'd even popped the first DVD into the player. And, for good measure, you'd changed into a ridiculously oversized shirt of Clark's – the worn cotton smelled faintly of him – paired with those fuzzy Superman pajama pants you'd bought purely for the joy of seeing his delighted smile. Everything was ready.

Everything, that is, except for Clark.

As the minutes stretched on, the initial anticipation began to mix with a familiar knot of worry in your stomach. You always worried, especially when he didn't send a quick text letting you know he was running behind. But even amidst the concern, a deeper, comforting certainty settled over you. Clark would be okay. He always was. He always came back to you.

You'd eventually given up on waiting by the door, the first Twilight movie now paused at the opening credits. Instead, you were sprawled across the blanket-laden couch, the bowl of popcorn resting on your stomach as you scrolled idly through your phone. It was nearly an hour past Clark's expected arrival, and the text you'd sent earlier, a simple "Hey, dork, where are you?", remained stubbornly unread. The knot of worry had tightened a bit, but it was overshadowed by a growing exasperation. You were just about to abandon your cozy nest and march onto your apartment balcony, ready to cup your hands around your mouth and yell his name into the night, confident that wherever he was, no matter the distance, he'd hear you.

That's when you heard it—a soft, familiar knock on your front door, followed almost immediately by the gentle creak of it opening and then clicking shut. Your head snapped up, a wide smile instantly blossoming on your face. Peeking over the back of the couch, you caught sight of his broad back. His dark curls were plastered wet against the collar of his shirt, a sure sign of a hasty, high-speed journey. And, of course, clutched in one hand was a paper bag from your favorite Chinese takeout place, the universal Clark-is-late-and-sorry offering.

He turned then, a sheepish grin spreading across his face, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners. "Hey, I am so, so sorry, I got a little...detained," Clark began, his voice a low rumble. He gestured vaguely with the takeout bag, which you could now smell – your favorite General Tso's chicken, without a doubt. "Traffic was, uh, particularly bad tonight. And then, well, you know how it is. Just one thing after another."

You pushed yourself up from the couch, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. "Traffic, huh? In the sky, too?" you teased, knowing full well his "traffic" usually involved saving someone from a burning building or preventing a runaway train. You crossed your arms, feigning annoyance, though your heart swelled with affection. "And here I was, about to channel my inner Lois Lane and yell your name from the balcony. You know, for old times' sake."

He chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. "You wouldn't dare." He stepped further into the apartment, the subtle scent of ozone and something faintly metallic, a tell-tale sign of a recent super-exertion, clinging to him despite his fresh-from-the-shower look. "Besides," he added, holding up the takeout bag with a flourish, "I come bearing peace offerings. And I brought your favorite, because I know you're probably starving."

You finally broke into a full smile, walking over to him and playfully nudging his arm. "You always do. Come on, dork. The movie's paused, the popcorn's getting cold, and I'm ready to dive into some supernatural teen angst with you." You took the takeout bag from him, setting it on the counter, before turning back and wrapping your arms around his waist. You could feel the slight dampness of his shirt, and the comforting solidness of him. "Just glad you're here, Clark."

He exhaled softly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. His chin rested on the top of your head, and you could feel the vibrations of his deep sigh. "Me too," he murmured, his voice laced with an undeniable tenderness. "Always."

You finally pulled away, your eyes scanning his face. "Go on, get changed," you urged, gesturing vaguely towards your bedroom where he kept a spare set of clothes. "You're all damp, and I don't want you catching a cold before our Twilight marathon." You playfully nudged him again, a warmth spreading through you at the mundane domesticity of the moment. Here he was, the most powerful being on the planet, and you were telling him to change out of wet clothes for a movie night. It was a delightful paradox.

Clark nodded, that sheepish grin still in place. "Right, right. Be back in a flash." He moved towards the bedroom, and you could almost hear the subtle whoosh of air as he sped up just slightly to get there quicker, a habit he'd never quite broken.

While he was gone, you started unpacking the takeout, the aroma of General Tso's and lo mein filling the kitchen. You grabbed plates and forks, setting them out on the coffee table beside the popcorn. By the time Clark reappeared, dressed in a comfortable, dry t-shirt and sweats that were definitely yours but somehow looked better on him, you had everything laid out.

He sat down next to you on the couch, pulling you close. "Okay, so what did I miss?" he asked, already reaching for a piece of popcorn.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling content. "Just the opening credits," you mumbled, a happy sigh escaping your lips. "But I've been waiting for you." You picked up the remote, pressing play, and the familiar, dramatic strains of the Twilight theme music filled the room.

The movie marathon progressed as expected. You found yourself humming along to the soundtrack, occasionally quoting lines, and Clark, despite his initial groans about "sparkly vampires," was surprisingly engaged. He'd offer witty, albeit slightly dorky, commentary on the plot holes, and sometimes, when he thought you weren't looking, you'd catch him watching the screen with an almost childlike curiosity. It was moments like these, quiet and unassuming, that you treasured the most.

As the second movie started, you shifted, snuggling deeper into his side. His arm was wrapped securely around you, and the gentle thrum of his heartbeat was a soothing rhythm against your ear. You felt utterly safe, completely at ease. It wasn't the thrill of being with Superman that brought you this peace, but the simple, profound comfort of being with Clark, your best friend, your boyfriend, the man who, despite his extraordinary life, always made time for mundane movie nights and bad traffic excuses.

Not even halfway through the third Twilight movie, the undeniable truth of the couch's inadequate size became glaringly obvious to Clark. With a soft grunt, he shifted, an awkward symphony of long limbs and careful adjustments as he somehow managed to stretch out, his broad shoulders pressed against the back cushions. His head, heavy with those dark, damp curls, found a surprisingly comfortable resting spot against your lap, his face turned up towards you.

You looked down at him, a fond smile spreading across your face. His eyes, even in the dim glow of the television screen, held a spark of gentle humor and a deep well of affection. The soft light of the movie flickered across his features, highlighting the gentle curve of his nose and the depth of his cheeks. He looked utterly content, a stark contrast to the world-saving hero he was mere hours ago.

"So," he began, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through your thigh, "if I were, hypothetically speaking, a vampire in this universe, do you think you'd still love me?" A playful glint entered his eyes. "Even if I, you know, shined like a disco ball in a '70s nightclub every time the sun hit me?"

You snorted, a laugh bubbling up from your chest. "Clark Kent, are you genuinely asking me if I'd love you if you were a sparkly vampire?" You ran your fingers through his still-damp hair, gently untangling a few errant strands. "Honey, you're an alien who can fly and shoot lasers from his eyes. A little bit of disco-ball glitter wouldn't even register on the weirdness scale." You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "Yes, you dork. I'd absolutely still love you."

You caught the playful glint in Clark's eyes, a familiar sparkle that immediately transported you back to childhood summers. It was the same look he’d get just moments before he'd tackle you into a mud puddle, or ambush you with a water balloon. You didn't even have a chance to voice a protest, much less mount a defense, before the world tilted.

In a swift, fluid motion that belied his earlier awkwardness, you were suddenly pinned beneath him on the couch, flat on your back, a laugh escaping your lips as he hovered slightly above you. His weight was carefully distributed, not crushing, but undeniably present, holding you playfully captive. His dark hair, still slightly damp, brushed against your cheek as he lowered his head, peppering soft, teasing kisses along your jawline and down your neck. Each touch sent a shiver through you, a delightful combination of tickles and warmth.

You giggled, your hands coming up to push at his shoulders, a futile attempt against his strength. "Clark! Stop it! I'm going to spill the popcorn!" you protested weakly, but your laughter betrayed your true enjoyment. His lips lingered for a moment by your pulse point, a warm press that made your heart quicken, before he resumed his playful assault. Even though you knew it was all in jest, the sheer, effortless power behind his movements was undeniable. You tried to shove him again, but he merely chuckled, a low, rumbling sound in his chest, completely unmovable. You were utterly at his mercy, and frankly, you wouldn't have it any other way.

You eventually managed to wiggle one hand free, reaching up to playfully ruffle his damp hair, tangling your fingers in the soft curls. "Okay, okay, truce!" you declared, still laughing. "Or else no more Twilight for you, Mister!"

He froze, his head lifting slightly, eyes wide with mock horror. "No more Twilight?" he repeated, a dramatic gasp escaping him. "You wouldn't dare. You know how invested I am in whether Bella will choose the brooding vampire or the shirtless werewolf now."

You both burst into laughter, the comfortable sound filling the living room. He finally relented, pushing himself up just enough to relieve the pressure, though he still remained close, his face hovering just inches from yours. His blue eyes, sparkling in the dim light, searched yours, full of an unspoken tenderness that made your heart ache in the best possible way.

"You're ridiculous, Clark Kent," you whispered, reaching up to cup his cheek, feeling the slight stubble beneath your palm.

He leaned into your touch, his gaze softening. "Only for you," he murmured, his voice a low, sincere rumble. And then, slowly, deliberately, he lowered his head, pressing his lips against yours.

It was a soft kiss at first, gentle and reassuring, a silent promise. Then it deepened, a warmth spreading through you, chasing away any lingering worry from his late arrival. It was a kiss that spoke of shared histories, of comfortable silences, and of a future unfolding. When he finally pulled back, you were both breathless, a soft smile gracing your lips.

"Now," you said, patting his arm, "get back to your spot. The fate of Forks, Washington, hangs in the balance."

Clark grinned, a genuine, joyful expression that always made your stomach flutter. He shifted, pulling you close against his side as he settled back into his comfortable, albeit slightly oversized, space on the couch. You leaned your head on his shoulder, his arm wrapping securely around you. The movie played on, the drama of Bella's choices unfolding on screen, but your attention was less on the vampires and werewolves and more on the warmth radiating from the man beside you.

This was your life now, intertwined with a superhero who loved bad movies and soft blankets, and who would always, always come back to you, even if he had to save the world first. And as you felt the gentle rise and fall of his chest against your back, you knew you wouldn't have it any other way.

[lilmarshie]

Since requests are open do you think you could do Bob with a reader who has chronic pain/illness? My pain has increased majorly over the last few months and could really use a little comfort right now 🥲

Caring for You

Bob Reynolds x Reader Headcanons

Bob cares for you while you’re dealing with chronic pain but he makes it all better and helps your worries to go away.

A/N: Thank you for the request, anon! I hope that you enjoy!

Bob is all about helping to make your shared space together a safe haven where you can go when you’re feeling under the weather. This space is filled with the softest blankets, fluffiest pillows, best snacks, and the one that you love–Bob. He ensures that this space is at the perfect temperature to help you with flare ups and any discomfort. Bob installed a smart thermostat with a wireless remote to help you be able to adjust the temperature in the room without leaving your bed.

Bob helps you stay on top of your medications without being overbearing about it. He sets reminders for you, picks up your prescriptions, runs to the store if you need him to, and makes a detailed chart to help you stay on track. This man has thought about anything and everything that you may need at any time. He is also a great advocate to speak on your behalf when you need that extra help from your care providers and doctors.

Bob knows the importance of daily exercise and being able to stay focused on the goals at hand. Whether big or small, Bob helps you with simple training exercises that, help you to not be too overwhelmed. These exercises are quick and effective and help target those areas of your body that need some extra attention. He's happy to join you for gentle walks, stretching sessions, or even just some light yoga. He'll always adjust the pace to match your energy levels and never push you beyond what you're comfortable with.

When the pain is really unbearable Bob creates the perfect distractions from the pain. He reads you chapters from your favorite books, watches funny movies with you, or starts a short conversation about random things. This helps to not have your mind wander to the pain that you’re experiencing. He also knows all the best spots for a change of scenery, like a cozy coffee shop or a quiet park.

Bob is your biggest cheerleader and confidant during these trials. He listens without judgment when you need to vent about your pain or frustrations. He celebrates your small victories and reminds you of your strength and resilience. He's also not afraid to show his own vulnerability, which helps you feel less alone in your struggles.

Bob knows that taking care of yourself is essential, so he encourages you to prioritize self-care activities. He will draw you a bath, make you a cup of tea, or give you a gentle massage. He also reminds you to take breaks when you need them and to say no to things that will drain your energy.

Bob is always willing to go to bat for you. He will research your condition, attend doctor's appointments with you, and help you navigate the healthcare system. He's also not afraid to challenge medical professionals if he feels like your needs aren't being met.

Above all else, Bob loves you unconditionally no matter what. He understands that your illness is a part of you, but it doesn't define you. He's committed to supporting you through thick and thin, and he'll always be there to remind you of your worth.

[marsmaximoff]

❤️‍🩹; healing caresses ᜊ

content warning: gn!reader (married). comfort, fluff. his illness and cheating are mentioned.

word count: 349 ^^

author's note: the emperors' hype is dying, you say? not on my blog. this will ALWAYS be a caracalla fan account, and im gonna post more about him, i promise. i just got distracted with season two of squid game which i'm also gonna post more about (it'll be about the pink guards hehe). anyways, i think no one is gonna read this but i hope im wrong SJKSJSK. ps: english is not my mother language, im sorry for the mistakes. enjoyyy <3

divider by @saradika-graphics !!

his fluffy and slightly messy ginger locks act like the softest of silks around my fingers. the soothing gesture slowly bringing him back, melting away the agitation. all showing on the loosening of his shoulder muscles, his now even breathing, and the way he leans into my touch, seeking that unwavering love i so unconditionally provide.

“what…did i say this time?” he asks the question slowly, with caution, almost absentmindedly. i don’t know what makes me feel worse: the fact he doesn’t remember or the way he wants to. “do not worry about it.” my hand does not cease its movement. “i…i wish to know.” he shifts, pressing his head on my lap more onto my stomach, as if bracing himself. i have never enjoyed these conversations, loathing how much self-deprecation they bring. if he’s lucky enough to forget, why would i plague his mind again?

“you questioned spoke about my loyalty, my fealty”, as usual, “stated i would fancy the idea of leaving you, which i will never”, i assure him firmly. fortunately, his words don’t pierce my heart anymore. i do not let them, for it is not my husband who utters them. “they shall not get to your head, i… i did not…” i know how difficult such words are for him, acknowledging the illness that slowly rots all he has ever been.

“love, don’t concern yourself. i feel all right, what matters to me is that you do. i am already aware that you do not mean any of it.” some masters warned me i would tire of so much consolation, but it comes easy when the love is pure, i believe. “thank you, my love. i assume it is not effortless”, he continues with a sigh, “but you must know how highly i value your company and patience. it warms me”, his embrace tightens around me, as if reinforcing the genuine confession. “that will on no occasion change, you have me forever”, i say with a loving smile before pressing a soft kiss to his head. boyish giggles surround us, delightedly squeezing our hearts.

[lilylovestowrite]

We all know that Aventurine's love language is definitely gift giving! So I would like to request aventurine spoiling his s/o with so much money and gifts. At first reader was thankful and also flustered with all of the gifts he provided for her, but later reader started to become annoyed cause he's been spoiling them too much, so one day they decided to text aventurine about this matter. They only just called his name and he already thought that they needed money so he sent the money. Reader was surprised at first but then got annoyed and decided to scold him in the chat (to which aventurine didn't take them seriously and even teases them, finding amusement with his lover's anger) make this a playful banter between the two and at the end, aventurine decided to meet up with them to pamper them, but this time, with affection ✨

MUST BE FUNNY, IN A RICH MAN'S WORLD ୨♡୧

PAIRING ୨♡୧ (Aventurine x GN! Reader)

WARNINGS ୨♡୧ None

SYNOPSIS ୨♡୧ You decide to confront your boyfriend over his overzealous spending habits. 

WORD COUNT ୨♡୧ 1.4k

A/N ୨♡୧ Thank you for the request! I love Aventurine SO MUCH. I want to hold him and cherish him but I think he deserves to be thrown down a flight of stairs because he’s such a brat. I am so normal about this man.

Divider by @/cafekitsune

‘I saw you eyeing this crystal swan the other day. When you and I get married, I’ll buy the whole store and decorate our venue with them if it’s to your liking- Kakavasha’

You are going to kill your boyfriend. 

You are going to kill your boyfriend over a Swarovski Swan on your bedside table. And thirty bottles of the same Dior perfume you wore once around him. And every piece of designer clothing he’s gifted you. And that one time he rented out a whole cruise ship just to play tag with you over a moonlit river. Well, perhaps not the last one. You liked the idea, the execution? A little overkill.

But this? Overkill can’t even begin to explain how much Aventurine has been spending on you recently. Just before you started dating, he would regularly spoil you with large bouquets of your favourite flowers and a few lovely pieces of jewellery. It was sweet at first: you remember blushing and hiding your flustered face behind your palm, only for him to kiss your hand and usher it away. “Stop, you look super cute when you’re flustered,” he’d say, but now, a deep pit of shame hollows the joy out of every gift he gives you. He gives, and gives, and spoils you, but what do you have to offer? 

You do appreciate his gestures, and it feels lovely to be kitted out in the finest gossamer, or the softest of silks. The aroma of expensive perfume smells less chemical-ly and manufactured compared to your old bottles. There isn’t a day that goes by where your flower vases in your house aren’t filled with high-end flowers. It’s affection, sure, but, you wish he didn’t feel as if your love is something to be bought. 

With Aventurine, you have to be careful with your communication. He may play off other people’s rude comments about his origin or his affiliation with the IPC. Other people’s opinions don’t matter. But you know how much he cherishes you, and you don’t fit into the bracket of ‘other people’. If you seem too dismissive of his efforts, you fear that he may feel rejected. Picturing his sad face drooping makes you only want to let him coddle you, but you can’t allow this to happen anymore. You ponder your text carefully, before hitting send. 

You: 

Kakavasha. 

Peacock <3: 

My love? 

Are you upset with me?

I’m so sorry, let me handle it. 

Oh, wow. That was a quick fix. You sigh in relief and put your phone down, allowing yourself to get more comfortable in the covers. Another ping erupts from your phone, and the notification nearly makes you turn around and sob. 

Peacock <3 has sent you 1,000,000 Credits

You: 

STOP SENDING ME MONEY

I’M NOT YOUR SUGAR BABY FFS 

So much for being ‘careful with your communication’, but 1,000,000 credits is insanity! Does he think he can buy you off? You sigh and watch the text bubbles load as he types. 

Peacock <3:

Darling, what do you mean?

I want to spoil you! 

And if I’ve done something wrong, I’ll make it up to you!

You:

Then. Maybe. ASK

‘What’s wrong?’

BEFORE SENDING ME A SHITLOAD OF CREDITS

Peacock <3:

What’s wrong, angel? 

You reread your messages and realise how aggressive you're coming off, so you decide to talk to him face to face. Surely, his suave tongue and pretty face won't distract you from the matter at hand. Right?

You:

Let’s call.

You have started a call with Peacock <3

“Kakavasha, stop sending me money!” You hiss the second he picks up the phone. It’s the early morning, and hues of liquid sunlight paint your lover’s skin in light gold. Streaks of light coming through the blinds of his window shine through his gorgeous eyes, turning them translucent like opalescent marble. Aventurine gives you a tiny lopsided grin, the same one that creeps onto his face when he’s plotting something, and you don’t like it one bit. “

“How else am I supposed to show my adoration for you?” His silken, honeyed voice echoes through the phone. You have to stop yourself from giggling at his lovely voice, the cadence rising and falling masterfully, all perfectly orchestrated to let you listen to him instead of arguing. 

But you don’t take the bait yet. 

“I don’t know, maybe spend time with me?” You reply, but you can’t conceal the blush on your face when you realise that he’s only just woken up. His light blond hair is tousled and one of the cat cakes stretches on his lap. Although Aventurine dresses to impress, it’s the domesticated, sweet mornings where he truly shines. 

“I do spend time with you. We went to see the Opera just three nights ago!”

“Without money being spent, Kakavasha. I want a simple, romantic date. No renting out hotels, no extravagant jewellery, and no mariachi band like that one time-” 

“In my defence, I was completely wasted-” He interjects, giggling softly at the memory of planning a lovely beach date after consuming wine like water, and then ordering a band on a whim.

“You were barely awake, I drew a moustache on you.” You muse. Watching Aventurine’s face morph into an angry pout, like a kitten, makes you emit an ugly laugh. 

“That was you?” He gasps, clutching his heart with faux sorrow. Dramatically falling back on his black pillow, his golden locks are spread. Aventurine’s half lidded gaze and light pink blush makes you want to crawl into bed next to him and trace patterns into his hands, and his lovely eyes would-

“Don’t distract me from the matter at hand! Please stop spending on me, sweetheart. I’m not saying I don’t like your love, I want it! Just not in such an excessively materialistic way, you know?” 

This comment breaks Aventurine’s suave attitude. He blinks at you through the camera, positively perplexed. His eyes are wide and shocked, resembling that of a deer tasting cardboard. “H-how else am I supposed to show my love for you?” 

“Well, how do I show my love for you?”

Aventurine’s eyes look up, trying to recall: “You hold my hands,” he lists one on his fingers,  “listen to me when I speak, you support me through hard times,” he smiles warmly at you, flashing a toothy grin that makes his nose scrunch up cutely, bring back pebbles that remind you of me…” A devious smirk makes its way into his face and you prepare yourself to interject: “and you bite my as-” 

“Enough!” You reprimand him, but your tone is soft. “See? I don’t buy things for you to feel loved. You’re much more than a bank, even if other people don’t make you feel that way.” Suddenly bashful, Kakavasha looks away from you. Perhaps unused to such affections, he hugs the cat cake on his lap closer to his chest. 

“I just want to give you the best of the best.” He replies defensively, and you sigh softly.

“You are the best of the best, Kakavasha.” 

“Then,” his voice cracks in an attempt to hide his shyness, “let’s meet up at your place. Let’s stay inside and watch a movie? I hear that’s a popular date idea.” 

“Perfect. My door is open, we can do face masks and-” The call is interrupted by one of the cat cakes jumping on his head, causing him to tumble off the bed and clutch onto the sheets for stability. Instead, his finger hits the end call button. You giggle softly. For all of his cocky displays, Aventurine, at his truest form, is just a little bit of a dork. 

Said dork knocks at your door, dressed in a lovely black dress shirt and his white pants. You suddenly feel a little self conscious, in your bunny slippers and oversized dress shirt. But the way he hugs you and lifts you off the ground slightly for a kiss, it makes you feel like a national treasure. You waddle your way onto the couch, still hugging, and collapse into the plush cushions.

“So, what movie are we feeling today?” Aventurine pulls a blanket over the two of you, and your eyes brighten with an idea. “The Great Gatsby?” 

“Mm, tragic ending. No. Let’s hold that thought.” He leans over and gently pries the remote out of your hand. “Instead,” he kisses your nose and pushes you into the couch a little more, “let me show you even more ways I can show my affection for you.” He whispers, and captures your lips for a deep kiss…

[unintentionalseductress]

I'm sad and angsty and yes, there's dragon Sylus smut being written but first, I must make my angst everyone's problem.

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"My dragon was gone."

That's what you had assumed anyway. Now bearing half his soul, with horns, wings, and a tail of your own, you had forced yourself to live. But life had it's own way of providing miracles.

It didn't take long for you to realize you were tired and listless, constantly hungry, but rarely with enough energy to actually find food. At first, you were certain Sylus's death had somehow weakened you, and the thought of joining him in the blissful dark had seemed like your only salvation.

Then one day, you had stopped by the edge of a river to bathe, and that's when you noticed the obvious bulge in your belly in the reflection; you hadn't cared to groom or see yourself after Sylus's passing. Now you run a hand in awe over the smooth bump, evidence that even in his death, he had also provided you with life.

You had no idea how long a dragon hybrid pregnancy was, only that it was much faster than a typical human. Which is why when you felt a sharp pain a few weeks later, you weren't surprised, but also couldn't suppress the feeling of being utterly unprepared. You had hurried back into your cave, your shrieks of pain echoing off the walls. Your hands dug into the makeshift bed you had prepared, feeling like you would pass out from the pain.

Alone. The word swirled in your head over and over like ash from a volcano. Alone, alone, alone. You'll never see your dragon again. He had left you, and you were here, about to be a mother, to raise his children without him. Sweat gathers on your forehead as you squat, trying to arrange the softest bits of fur for the arrival of your child despite feeling like your body is being cleaved into two.

You sob, tears streaming down your face. How could he expect you to this alone?

You're not alone. You're never alone. Your soul is yours, but it is also mine.

You don't know where the voice came from. It echoed in some confine of your brain but you feel Sylus's presence, can almost sense the comforting heat that he used to emanate with his clawed hands wrapped around you. He was right. He hadn't really left you. He had given you the most primal piece of himself to ensure you carried on his legacy.

Hours pass in agonizing pain, but you survive. And somehow, even in his absence, your dragon had left you another surprise. From your blood and screams, two little souls made their way into the world. You wrap them tenderly in the furs you had arranged, gazing adoringly at their chubby cheeks and small clenched fists. One of them cracks open an eye lazily, and you catch sight of a bright, ruby-colored eye, before it dozes off again.

They had the tiniest wings, still folded and glistening from delivery, and bitty little claws on their fingers and toes. Identical to each other, their chests rose and fell in tandem as you cuddled the precious bundles. You already knew their names.

"Welcome...Luke and Kieran."

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"Wooyoung?" You heard the toilet door creak open and turned to see Wooyoung removing his clothes, a frown etched on his face.

"What's wrong, Wooyoung?" you asked, concerned. Without a word, he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around your naked waist, resting his head on your shoulder. "Everything sucks" he whispered softly.

You gently stroked his head in response, offering him the comfort of your touch in the midst of his silent distress. He tenderly kissed your nape, savoring the droplets and softly caressing your skin. His hand slid down to your clit, gently tapping, silently seeking permission. "Can you give me that, Y/N?" You turned to him, meeting his lips in a tender kiss, guiding his hand to pleasure you.

Your lips met like a gentle breeze through petals, conveying a deep sense of love and tenderness that touched your souls like the softest thread, soothing the wounds in Wooyoung's heart. His arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer, his warm chest pressing against your back.

The noise of the shower faded, leaving only the sounds of kisses and soft moans. This kiss was different, not fueled by lust, but by a mutual need for comfort. His kiss held unspoken emotions of sadness and longing, but your tenderness and love enveloped him, providing warmth and solace.

He swiftly turned you around, pressing your back against the wall, the water from the shower cascading over both of you. A soft moan escaped your lips as his lips met yours, his arm encircling your waist as he buried his head in the curve of your neck. His hardened length nestled between your thighs, teasing your entrance and igniting a fiery desire within you.

With no hesitation, and without breaking the passionate kiss, he entered you, the water aiding in the slickness of the intimate connection. Your body reacted with a mixture of pleasure and surprise, a whimper escaping your lips as you arched against him. He withdrew slightly, only to plunge back in with a forceful thrust, sending waves of ecstasy through you.

The symphony of skin meeting skin, the rush of water, and the intoxicating sounds of your shared desire filled the air. His lips left a trail of kisses from your lips to your jaw, down to your neck and collarbone, leaving behind a trail of crimson marks on your damp skin.

"I need more," he declared as he flipped you over once again, his words punctuated by the force of his entry. Your screams of pleasure filled the room as he pinned your hands above your head, his fingers intertwined with yours. There was no mercy in his thrusts, only raw passion and intensity.

Each thrust drove you to new heights of ecstasy, his every movement hitting that perfect spot deep within you. Your knees grew weak, your energy draining with each powerful motion.

Gone was the sadness and loss from before, replaced entirely by a primal desire. Your moans were like a symphony to his ears, stirring something deep within his soul. Your warmth enveloped him, bringing him a sense of peace and contentment. You were his everything, his perfect paradise.

"I'm cumming," he gasped, increasing his pace and gripping your waist tightly. His head fell back as he reached his peak, his loud moans filling the air. You felt a knot tighten in your stomach, your heart racing as you both reached the pinnacle of pleasure. As you climaxed together, his release mixed with your own, filling you completely and leaving a trail of ecstasy in its wake.

The sound of the shower ceased, leaving only the echo of your breathing in the bathroom. He moved forward twice before withdrawing. Leaning his head against the nape of your neck, he whispered, "Thank you, babe... I don't deserve you..." "Why do you say that?" You turned to face him, gently cupping his face, and met his red eyes that seemed to have shed tears for hours.

"You're amazing, you know? You did so well. I'm always proud of you." Those simple words touched him deeply. He embraced you tightly, resting his head on your chest like a child seeking comfort. "Let's clean up and cuddle, okay?" You said softly, and he nodded in agreement.

He slowly drifted off to sleep in your arms, feeling all his worries melt away in that moment. Having you by his side was his greatest joy.