#Ball of fluff too small to reach couch

[octoooo]

Very bored on the drive back to my university so have some phone doodles

SabiBun au

[martiniblues]

spidey boy ; 이민형

pairing spiderman!mark x female!reader

synopsis mark has tried to hide his secret identity from you for as long as possible, to keep you safe, of course. little does he know that you’ve untangled his web of lies long ago and will do anything in your power to get him to admit it. just when you've had enough of him lying to you, he ends up getting caught in the act trying to save your life.

genre established relationship, fighting (if you squint), lots of fluff, slight violence and cat-calling, slightly suggestive, mark calls reader “my girl” and “pretty girl”.

wc 2.9k

“do you think that spiderman guy is actually as good as everyone says he is?” you ask mark, who lay peacefully in your lap as your fingers ran through his hair.

you two had been hanging out after school, as you usually do, watching random channels while you both indulged in each other's day. however, you had articulated this hangout the night prior.

a few days ago, you had aimlessly been searching through mark’s backpack in hopes of finding your calculus notes, which you had so graciously let him borrow, only to stumble upon a very familiar red and black mask balled up in the bottom.

at first, you thought mark had hit peak fangirl. he was obsessed with the superhero after all, completely drawn to the tv or newspaper whenever spiderman was mentioned, but so was every other human being in your city.

so when you began noticing how mark’s late-night appearances and “fashionably late” activities began lining up with the famous building-swinging superhero, your mind put the pieces together.

you tried to understand his point of view and why he wouldn’t reveal this very key detail about himself. it hurt you, though, feeling as though there was something in you that made him not feel comfortable enough to expose himself to you.

so, you compiled a plan to get the truth out of him organically, or as organically as this could be.

“wha… what do you mean?” your boyfriend’s head quickly snapped up, turning on his palm to face you with a questionable look knitted into his features.

a smile teasingly pulled on your lips, knowing you had hit a sore spot in his ego. how couldn’t he be proud of himself? after all, he was known as the hero of your city.

“i don’t know,” you continued, leaning back against the couch, watching your boyfriend swing from building to building on the screen in front of your bodies. “he just seems too full of himself, like cool you can swing from buildings and hang upside down, but we have police and firefighters for a reason!”

it took everything in you to not break character, slowly watching mark’s face grow red at your painful statements. he just looked at you, eyes blown wide and brows pulled so close together that you were certain he could get stuck like that.

with a small giggle, you reached out, brushing your thumb between the crease in his brows and bringing it down to caress his cheek.

“what’s with the face, baby? don’t tell me you're obsessed with him too.” his face slowly relaxed as your soft hand held his face, but his brain was still scrambling with your previous statements.

how could you find him not absolutely amazing? he could swing from buildings and hang upside down!

“you don’t think he’s cool? not even a little bit?” mark’s eyes followed yours to the screen. spiderman now being shown saving an older woman from getting mugged.

“i think he’s cool, i guess.” you looked back at your boyfriend only to find his eyes already on your face, his previous expression appearing again. “babe, you can’t be serious.” mark leaned back, feeling completely bewildered by your nonchalant attitude towards his heroic duties.

“it’s not that big of a deal."it’s not like you’re spiderman, so why should it matter if i like him or not?” you titled your head away from the screen to watch his eyes grow wide, and you could audibly hear his breath hitch.

“but…” he quickly let out before catching himself, looking at the tv to see his segment disappear. “but what?” you teased, beginning to feel bad for your ministrations.

he looked back at your face, sighing heavily. “nothing, just like the guy a bit," he said before lying back in your lap to hide his face from you.

this was going to be a lot harder than you thought.

“hey baby~” mark cooed as he stepped into your apartment, takeout bags in hand. you quickly sprung up from your spot at the counter, running to hug your boyfriend after not seeing him for awhile.

after your first attempt to disclose his true identity was unsuccessful, you held off from bringing up the topic for awhile.

but you had finally decided to take a different approach this time.

“i missed you, pretty girl.” the nickname made your cheeks heat up as his cold hands held your face in front of his. he inspected you lovingly, relishing in the fact that he could finally hold you without school being in the way.

“missed you too," you replied before kissing him softly. mark dropped the plastic bag on the counter beside him, pulling you firmly against him. his lips were almost enough to make you forget about your plan.

almost.

“god, i’m hungry.” you pulled away, making him laugh at your cute antics, and he joined you on your couch to eat. as you sat, you pulled off your (mark’s) sweatshirt to reveal the key details of your plan.

mark quickly noticed the black spiderman logo displayed across your chest, at a loss for how quickly your opinion of him changed. “you like?” you asked, flaunting the red baby tee you had bought earlier that day.

“i- i thought you thought spiderman was stupid." he nearly choked on his food, trying not to blush at the image of his girl repping him like this.

“i never said he was stupid, mark. i just thought he was overhyped, but i now understand where all the love is coming from.” you looked down, ogling at your new shirt, sure of its effect on your boyfriend.

“oh…” he tried to fight the grin, trying to cover his lips, but couldn’t contain his relief. “glad you finally came around, baby.” he smiled before shoving his face with more food.

“you’re not jealous?” you asked, beginning to take on step two of your plan. “he is a guy, after all.”

this made mark actually choke on his food. “what? why would i be jealous about that?"

“i mean, your girlfriend wearing a shirt for some muscular superhero who is most definitely sickly hot under that skin tight suit he wears while saving lives." you went on swirling your fork in your food, looking up every so often to see mark’s cheeks darken at the compliments.

he held his head down, but not enough for his flushed ears and cheeks to go unoticed. “why are you so red, baby? i still like you more, you know; spiderman can’t take you away from me.” you reached over and combed your fingers through his hair to feign worry.

“that is, unless he happens to swing by and sweep me up with his insane muscles.” you winked, making your boyfriend turn into a tomato.

“yeah, you wish he would do that.” mark  joked, trying to deflate his growing pride, which you continued to boost.

“what? are you saying i’m not worthy of spiderman’s fantastic biceps picking me up and swinging me through the night sky?” mark looked at you quizzically.

you couldn’t be serious, could you?

mark discarded his food, crawling over to trap you beneath his body. "fantastic, you say... and what are these?” he made reference to his own muscular arms peeking through his fitted white tee.

"marvelous," you replied, sliding your fingers softly over your boyfriend's muscles. how lovely it was that you didn’t have to dream of spiderman’s biceps as they sat right in front of you.

“better than fantastic in my book.” mark smiled before catching your lips in his.

your spiderman shirt was soon discarded in that moment but continued to linger in mark’s head days later.

“i’m just gonna go grab a few things. i promise i won’t be long.” you stood in your doorway, attempting to run to the store to get a few things before it got too late.

mark hated this.

“why cant i just go get it or go with you?” mark wrapped his arms around you from behind, making it increasingly difficult to slide on your shoes. he kissed you all over your neck and face, held your hand, pulled at your jacket sleeves, and even attempted to block the door entirely to try and get you to stay, but you were as determined as you ever were.

“i’m a grown woman, mark. i can run down the block by myself.” you turned around in his arms, reaching for your keychain next to his head on the wall, hanging by a hook.

“it’s dangerous out there. wouldn’t want my pretty girl getting hurt.” he slouched against the wall, still holding onto your hand as your whole body nearly made it out the door.

“good thing spiderman will be there to save me from any danger.” you teased him before slamming the door in his face, preventing him from getting anymore words out. not that he could form any from your statement anyway.

as you made your way through the isles of the tiny convenience store down the block from your place, you began to notice a dark figure popping into your vision.

a man decked out in all black and wearing a dark baseball cap pulled down just enough to hide his eyes followed your trail through the store.

he just coincidentally needs the same things, plus it’s freezing outside. that’s why he’s covered up so much, you thought. you can't say much about covering up with your giant black puffer jacket nearly swallowing you whole.

as your shopping trip continued, you couldn’t help but notice the figure not picking up a single item they inspected.

how weird, you thought.

“have a nice night!” the sweet cashier bid you goodbye before you quickly made your way out of the store.

as you exited the glass doors, the figure from earlier greeted you outside. your steps increased in speed as you noticed the figure continuing to follow your path.

you: mark could you meet me outside

you: creepy dude won’t stop following me

you: dude answer the phone

you: mark come on this is serious

you huffed, knowing the figure was still following you from a distance and aggravated by mark ignoring your texts.

“what’s a pretty girl like you doing out here alone at night?” the figure spoke from your side, somehow managing to come up beside you without you noticing.

you stayed silent, pretending to be interested in the cement beneath your feet.

“hey! i’m talking to you!” the voice barked, noticeably irritated by your lack of interest. “i asked you a question, bitch!” a hand grabbed your wrist tightly, stopping you in your tracks.

thinking it was the figure, your body froze seeing spiderman right in front of you. stumbling back, you watched your hero step in and fight off the creepy man, knocking him over before webbing him to the alley wall ahead.

“try and speak to her again, and you’ll get much worse than a few webs on you.” the familiar voice of your boyfriend came out deep and threatening, making your breath hitch. you had never heard him speak like that.

while the bum continued to try and yell through the webs plastered over his mouth, spiderman turned to check on you.

“everything all right? he didn’t touch you or hurt you, babe- i mean, mam?” the fumbling of words made you laugh slightly, knowing the dork under the mask.

“i’m all right, thanks to you, spiderman.” you swooned, so caught up with the fact that your own boyfriend was spiderman and that he had practically beaten and webbed a man to a wall for you.

“what could i ever do to repay you?” you asked, trying not to trip over your own feet at the way the suit hugged mark’s muscle so well. more than any t-shirt ever could.

“just doing my job, as always.” spiderman leaned his body against the wall smoothly, resting his head against his fist. you two stood there in a few seconds of silence, both not knowing what to do.

“you better get headed home; it’s getting late.” he coughed, finally breaking out of his daze.

“no swinging around the city for me?” you asked, pretty disappointed that your boyfriend was about to make you walk home alone. “no can do, web swinging with lovely ladies is a daytime activity only; i wouldn’t want anyone to miss it.” he pulled his body from the wall, shooting up a web to hang from a sign above your heads.

“what a shame. guess you’ll just have to give me a show of the city another day," you replied, watching as mark swung his legs over the sign to hang upside down effortlessly.

definitely trying to impress me, you thought.

“i can see what i can do.” he crossed his arms over his chest before you stepped forward on your tiptoes, placing your hand on his cheek, making him short circuit.

“thanks again, spiderman.” you spoke, leaning into him to place a quick kiss on his mask-covered cheek.

“of-of course. any day, mam,” his voice cracked at your actions, making you laugh as you turned away to walk home.

mark hung in bliss before realizing he was supposed to be at your place, not saving your life in a spidey suit.

you rushed through the door, dropping your bag on the ground and making a beeline to your room. the only place with a window mark could slide through without getting caught.

you swung open your door to reveal a maskless spiderman half way through your bedroom window, eyes wide, body frozen.

you froze in shock, almost surprised that your plan had finally worked. "gotcha," you smiled, leaning against your door frame satisfied.

“uh…” mark scrambled, attempting to put his mask back on as if it would make you forget seeing his face entirely. as he tripped and tumbled around your room, you slowly made you way behind him.

“mark,” you began, attempting to get him to calm down. “baby,” you turned him slowly as he finally got his mask back on. “mark? who’s mark? that your boyfriend or something?” he attempted to deepen his voice to throw you off.

he realized this was unsurprisingly unsuccessful, noticing the smirk that continued to show on your face. “you know him, don’t you, spiderman? he’s the boy who just kicked ass and saved my life less than ten minutes ago.” you said, gently pulling off his mask to reveal your boyfriend’s face.

he stared at you, not knowing how you felt. “look, i can explain this all,” he nervously let out as he looked anywhere but your eyes.

before he could explain, you kissed him softly, wanting to ease his worry and express your gratitude. he saved your life after all, and not just by being spiderman.

“i’m not mad, not at all.” you looked into his eyes, noticing how at ease he seemed to be at the relief of your words.

“i’m so sorry i didn’t tell you sooner. i was so scared you wouldn’t want to be with me or be scared of me,” he ranted, trying to make you see his side in case you had lied and were even the littlest bit mad at him. he hated when you were mad at him more than anything.

“why would i not want to be with you? i love you, mark, so much, it’s crazy.” you pulled his face into your hands in disbelief at his words. “and plus, how could i be scared of such a handsome, strong, crime-fighting superhero who so happens to double as my boyfriend. if anything, people should fear me,” you joked, ripping a laugh from his lips.

“how long have you known?” he asked, pulling you closer by your waist. biting your lip, you looked down, trying to hold back your laugh. “remember when you borrowed my notes for class and forgot to give them back?"

you didn’t even have to finish, seeing the realization wash over his face as the words fell from your lips.

“yeah, maybe putting your suit in your backpack wasn’t the best place.” you both laughed at the situation at hand; mark was completely dumbfounded.

“so that’s why you talked such shit about me and bought that stupid shirt!” he continued to put together the pieces, gripping your waist tighter as he laughed at his own stupidity.

"ding, ding, ding!” you replied, pulling away slightly to take in his whole look, still not being used to see him like this up close. “yeah, definitely need to see you in this more often now."

mark flushed, turning into putty in your presence. your eyes traveled all over the intricate details and meshing of the suit. how it hugged his body and made him look completely unreal.

“do a little spin for me, doll.” you teased, wanting to ease up all the pent-up emotions still hanging in the air. mark giggled at your stupid comment but did as you asked nonetheless, turning slowly for you.

turning completely to the back, not a second went by before mark felt a harsh slap on his skin. “fuck baby! what was that for?” he whined, reaching down to rub the irritated spot.

"sorry, i couldn’t help myself when you have an ass like that, mark lee.” you smiled at his pained expression, putting your arms back to lean against your vanity, still ogling at your boyfriend’s physique.

“guess i really do need to wear this more around you.” he placed his hands on either side of you, trapping you beneath him.

“maybe the story time can wait till later.” you breathed before his lips pressed themselves to yours.

“i love you so much, my girl."

“i love you too, spidey boy.”

now you had mark completely to yourself, spiderman and all with no secrets left to hide.

© martiniblues | do not copy or translate my work!

note | more spider!mark WHAT CAN I SAYYY WHAT CAN I SAYYY. he’s literally my fav mark to write ever like pleaseee get him as the korean peter parker asap!!! anyways, hope you loved this and my request box is always open <333

[whiskeyghoul]

Pt2. || She blinded me with science || [Spencer Reid x Goth!Reader]

Read part 1 here

Read part 3 here

A/N: OMG I can’t believe how much people enjoyed part 1? Seriously, as I am finishing this part up it has reached over 500 notes, I am shocked and so very thankful for the love. I didn’t expect it. A silly little fic not proof read, totally self indulgent, really this is so wonderful and I appreciate everyone who has taken the time to read it and reblog, like or comment on it. I hope part 2 doesn’t disappoint. Part 3 is going to be here soon too, which will be the unofficial date.

WC: 1,9K ~

Tags: Fluff, just fluff, Spencer is a flustered mess, Alt!Reader, Goth!Reader, 2 idiots flirting, Reader and Penelope are besties, use of Y/N, Penelope has been playing matchmaker, alluding to a date, crushes.

Warnings: None. 

Your pov.

It was a late Sunday afternoon. You were sitting on Penelope Garcia’s couch, cup of hot tea in hand. Legs curled up on the couch with a colorful blanket over your lap. It clashed just ever so slightly with your dark outfit. The two of you are in complete contrast to each other. Penelope was a ball of color in a bright purple dress with a lemon pattern, large yellow earrings and a blue bolero sweater. Compared to your all black ensemble she was a ray of sunshine. An array of snacks spread out over the coffee table. The aforementioned peppy blonde was sitting next to you on the couch. Deeply engrossed with the romance show playing on the TV. You watched it together every Sunday, when a new episode would come out. Today your mind was somewhere else completely.

“He hasn’t called yet.” You spoke up. Penelope eyed you curiously, “Who?” She asked, her focus gone from the show. Her eyes peered at you with interest from behind the cat eye glasses she had picked out that day. “Doctor Reid.” You turned your head back to the TV casually, trying to not seem bothered. You could hear Penelope hold back a small squeal. It sounded more like a gasp that way. “Oh my god! Are you interested in him? What did he do to impress you? I have been trying to set you up for ages! You have shot down any person I have discussed with you. Always something wrong.” She started rambling, hearing the clink of her glass being put on the coffee table. Her hands grabbed yours, making you look back at her and rolling your eyes. “Firstly: I am not ‘interested’ in him. Secondly: I just thought he would have called by now. Or stopped by at least.” You shrugged noncommittally. You were just a little interested. Thinking back to that meeting.

When Spencer had stepped into the lab earlier that week, courtesy of Penelope, you had found his awkward demeanor endearing. He was hot, that was for sure, and tall, you remembered having to look up at him, Those dark brown eyes pinning you in place. Especially when you had stood so close together. You had wanted to tease him after watching him stumble over his sentences. See him even more flustered. It made you somewhat excited. When you had given him your number you could feel his pulse racing under his skin. He had shown many signs of being interested yet he hadn’t even texted you. It made you rethink the interaction. 

“Well, he couldn’t have stopped by. They got called on a case in Utah so he’s not really in the area right now.” Penelope clarified. Those words put your mind at ease more than you expected them to. “Oh, I guess he can’t really get to the lab then.” You shrugged. Just a little disappointed but feeling relieved that apparently he hadn’t meant to not visit you. Or maybe he had done so on purpose if he would be close. Your earlier relief was replaced by a mild panic again. Trying to convince yourself you weren’t interested in Dr. Reid. Although, he could have texted.

You could practically feel Penelope smirk as you turned your attention back on the TV. Unable to focus but pretending to. “Spence is not one for texting. He probably has been getting to the hotel at ungodly hours and hasn’t had time to call.” it was like she could read your mind. “Don’t do that.” You said with a shudder. “Do what?” Penelope questioned innocently. “Read my mind like that. It’s weird.” You answered, making her laugh. “Just goes to show how well I know you.” She answered with a smile. It was true. She knew you too well you would even argue. The fact both of you were women in a male dominated field, both dressed eccentricly, and both with a passion for cheesy movies and tv shows. It was only a matter of time until you were best friends after your first run in.

Your phone, which was placed on the table, lit up at that moment. The ringtone played at a high volume, making the cure blast through the room. Your eyes quickly flickered to the screen. Caller ID unknown. You picked up the phone, hesitant of the unknown caller, deciding to hang up instead. You had been plagued by telemarketers for the past month and really didn’t want to deal with that right now. If it was important they would call again. And they did, you still had your phone in your hands when it went off again. “Just pick it up! I will keep watch over our show, fill you in later.” Penelope said, motioning her hands for you to get up. You got off the couch, soft blanket falling to the ground as you picked up the phone. Softly padding away to the kitchen to be out of earshot of Penelope. “Y/n speaking.” you answered, waiting to hear from the other end of the line.

“Hey… ehm… is this not the right time? Are you busy?” The voice on the other end of the line made you straighten up slightly in surprise. “Doctor Reid.” You breathe out his name quietly, adding a “Now is a perfectly good time.” to your sentence. Wondering how hearing his voice through the slightly tin-like phone speaker made you feel a little flutter in your stomach. “Good… I didn’t want to bother you. You can just call me Spencer by the way. Doctor sounds too formal. I just introduce myself like that. It’s a habit. I don’t call you Doctor L/n either. So call me Spencer.” He started rambling. A smile spread across your lips, this rambly version was different from how speechless he had been in the lab. You held back a giggle. Apparently you had rendered him speechless in the lab. “Alright, Spencer.” You answered, the humor in your voice apparent. His breath hitched a little on the other side of the line. 

“Why did you call?” You asked, trying to continue on without dawdling. “Oh eh, the report, I ehm…” He was quiet for a moment. It crossed your mind that maybe he didn’t need to speak with you, but he wanted to. “Yes?” You urged after a silence had fallen on the other side of the phone line. There was an intake of breath from Spencer, a moment that signaled he might be trying to raise some courage. “I didn’t want to talk about the report.” He finally spoke. It made you smile, your cheeks flushing ever so slightly. “Oh, well then what did you want to talk about?” You added a bit of playfulness in your tone. You pictured him, holding the phone to his ears that were tipped red. His face was probably just as flushed as it had been in the lab. 

“I ehm- I haven’t been able to focus, on the case that is. Because I keep thinking about the lab. How I probably came off as a mess, I just didn’t know what to say because you looked so… Not that you look bad because you don’t, you looked really nice. Emily says my IQ gets slashed down to 68 when I am around pretty girls. I wanted to make a good impression. I couldn’t find the words though. I usually don’t make great first impressions, because I tend to ramble. Just- I really really hope I didn’t make a bad first impression.” His sentences flowed into each other like word vomit. Nervous, quick, and hardly understandable. Luckily, you were trained in the art of understanding nervous rambles when Penelope would spiral into one from time to time. However he had called you pretty. “Spencer.” You said his name almost like a question. There was a beat of silence. “Yes?” He asked softly, he sounded so nervous.

“You didn’t make a bad impression. I gave you my number for a reason.” You told him with a smile, a little giddy as the words ‘he called me pretty’ kept bouncing around your head. “And I am sorry I called without any real reason to… I know it was for talking about the report. Though Morgan tried to convince me it wasn’t.” Spencer answered. You rolled your eyes at that. Ofcourse, this hyper intelligent man would mix up what you were trying to do. “I gave you my number because I wanted you to call me. Not about the report. I just wanted you to call me. About anything.” There was apparently a need to clear up that confusion. It was silent for another moment. “Oh.” It was like realization dawned on him. “So I should have called sooner, right?” His question made you laugh softly, trying not to clue in Penelope on your call.  “Yes, you should have. Or could have at least. I was waiting.” You answered back, smiling at the ground. You fidgeted with one of the large rings on your free hand, twisting the cool metal round with your thumb.

“I’m sorry I didn’t.” You could almost hear the smile in his voice. The slight uptick in his pitch. You imagined he was still fiddling with the sleeve of his sweater, or was perhaps looking at his shoes with a grin. “You can make it up to me by buying me a coffee when you get back.” The suggestion came naturally, you didn’t even have to think about it. The words left your lips before you could, really. “What do you like?” Spencer asked without hesitation. “Cinnamon latte.” You answered it softly, a little surprised he agreed so readily. A giddy feeling in your stomach. “Alright, cinnamon latte, I’ll remember.” Spencer sounded a little breathy, like he too was feeling giddy at the prospects of having coffee together. Like the idea of taking time to get to know each other at work over a warm beverage was the perfect first date. “What do you like?” You asked in turn, wanting to know what he would usually get. Knowing more about him would feel so domestic and sweet. “Black coffee, usually with tons of sugar.” He had a hint of embarrassment in your voice. A little muffled like he had covered his mouth to hold in the confession of drinking it so sweet. You smiled at his answer. Of course he had a sweet tooth. “Tons of sugar, I’ll remember.” You mirrored his words. 

“Oh! My! God!” You heard Penelope gasp from the living room. Knocking you out of your little phone call bubble with Spencer. “I think I have to go. You better call me tomorrow.” You said it lightheartedly. Just wanting to hear from him again soon. “I will. I’ll call you.” Spencer answered. “Bye Spencer.” “Bye Y/n.” You hung up with a smile, already turning and walking back into the living room. Penelope turned around on the couch to look at you, “They shot Richard!” She looked absolutely shocked as she gave you the news of your favorite character being hurt. You couldn’t wipe the smile from your face though. “Spencer called.” You saw her face form from a shocked to surprise expression, “Oh! My! God!” She sounded a lot happier that time, and you knew you wouldn't hear the end of it.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Pretty Eyes

Summary -> throughout the outbreak, after meeting Daryl Dixon the two of you had always clashed heads. However when you reach the CDC, convinced you had been saved, you decide it’s time that you get along (1.4k)

Warnings -> 18+ minors dni, smut, oral sex (fem receiving), nudity, swearing, fluff

There will be a part 2 to this piece, for all that wonder

daryl dixon // norman reedus works main masterlist

His hands tousled your hair as you straddled the tracker, lips encompassing in a starved bliss. You weren’t entirely sure how you had ended up in a room together, you had suddenly appeared in the white walled confines after having one too many drinks with your group.

Never had you expected to ever be this close to Daryl, let alone have his tongue down your throat, he was always short and tempered, however you certainly weren’t complaining.

It had been a time too long since you could recall getting laid, but it was definitely before the end of the world. But you were in a haven now, the CDC had taken you in, and the scientist had provided a meal for you all. It was nice to relax rather than just survive out in the wild of Atlanta.

The two of you had hardly spoken, apart from when you’d previously clashed heads over Merle and his crude antics and comments. But he was gone now, leaving sparse conflict between you and Daryl, the only task that he was battling was with his fiddling fingers struggling to undo the back of your bra. He was undoubtedly too distracted with the rhythm of your breathless kisses.

“You need some help archer?” You taunted at him, batting your eyelashes in his direction, causing him to roll his irises in reply and grunt.

A spark ran up your arm as your hands touched, and you aided him with undoing the teethed clasp, slipping the straps off from your shoulders, leaving you half bare for his eyes to drink in. “My eyes are up here Dixon.”

“Well I ain’t gonna wanna look in yer eyes if yer tits are out, am I?” He reached his rough hands up, chewing distractedly on his bottom lip as he ogled at your breasts, pinching your nipples with his forefingers and thumbs, causing your back to arch against him.

As your mind ran through random thoughts, you realised that you’d hardly had a mundane conversation with the burly man. If it wasn’t about your differing opinions on his vacant brother or surviving the horrors of the dead, the only other things you had spoke of were food and water.

And now he was talking about your tits! It was quite the escalation, but it finally a relief to release some of the tension that you’d pent up for one another in a safe reside, and with privacy none the less.

“I dunno Daryl. I have pretty eyes don’t ya think?” Another grunt escaped his broad chest, to which you placed your hands across the exposed skin from where you’d tackled the first couple of buttons open, and bit your tongue until he finally made eye contact with you.

It felt intense, and you cocked your head to the side as his pupils directly aimed into your own. They fluttered around as he took in each shade of pigment in your irises, and gulped. This was the most emotionally intimate he had been with a person, and he felt like shying away, although he didn’t want to.

And so rather than crawling back into his defensive shell, he skimmed his hands down until they were positioned unto your waist, dragging himself to be sat up more upright against the pristine couch.

“Ya do, they’re real pretty.” He seemed caught in the moment, however was pulled out from it and his invasive thoughts as you began to pepper small yet innocence lacking kisses down his throat to distract yourself.

He, despite his better judgement of getting close to people that would no doubt eventually die in the apocalyptic mess that the earth had become, brought back the memories of not long ago at the quarry. Even when you were angry and standing out in the sun beaming daylight, remembered the pissed off glares that you would give him, and how the heated ball in the sky would accentuate the colours in your eyes.

It was a foolish thing to remember, however he was extremely turned on, and when you’d either yell at him or make comments that he did not appreciate about his sibling, he still thought you were hot. Most men would if they were on the other end of your aggression, and not many people had the guts to stand up to Merle.

He sure as hell didn’t.

“Wha’ the fuck woman!” He gasped as you bit him, it was only quick but your teeth had pinched him to his surprise. He was frowning but you could only chuckle and stand up from his lap, spinning around to his confusion.

“I was just wondering when you were going to fuck me Dixon, otherwise I’m more than happy to take care of myself.” You raised a brow at him before turning away again, sashaying your hips teasingly as you shoved off your boots and bent over, undoing your jeans and pulling them off of your legs.

Before you could face him again he wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, instantly grabbing you and shoving you down on the couch, trapping you underneath him, completely nude which only made him harder.

“Stop being a bitch, otherwise I’ll fuck ya and won’t let you cum.” In retaliation and warning that went along with his threat, he bit your neck from the side, much gentler than you had to him, as he groped your ass.

You wanted to retort back, or knock his weight from where it laid upon your own, but you could only rest your head on the cushioned seat and keep your mouth closed. There was nothing you wanted more in the moment than for him to make you cum, it had been months too many in your calendar, and you weren’t going to waste the opportunity of finally cumming around a cock.

“I like it when you’re quiet, but I’m gonna roll yer over so I can see those pretty eyes.” And he did just that, manhandling you to his wishes, his darkened orbs tracing down every crevice of your body. “If I’d a known sooner having ya like this would shu’ you up, woulda done it much sooner.”

“Daryl… please do something. Anything.” You whispered, and he momentarily caught your eyes, finding it difficult to look away to continue with his previous intentions.

His palms encapsulated your thighs, squeezing the flesh in his grip as he pressed haphazard kisses along the skin of your abdomen, until his breath fanned across your awaiting core. Your hands threaded through his hair, allowing him all control that he wanted, as he leant in closer and pressed a peck on your clit, resulting in the lower half of your body to keen towards his affection.

He did it again, until his tongue ran along the length of your core, tasting your slipping nectar on the nerves of the muscle within his mouth. The man groaned into your warmth, half of his face buried between your legs as his eyes flickered between being closed and staring at your face and into your soul.

If you were honest, you would have expected Daryl to have been much rougher within the situation, not that you’d ever thought about it prior of course… However you were pleasantly surprised, that was until he unlatched his lips from the most intimate place on your body and hovered above you, awkwardly shuffling to kick his jeans off from their encasing grip upon his legs and erection.

He’d decided to leave his shirt on, and whilst you were unbeknownst to the reason why, it was one of the farthest things from your mind.

You needed him, shirt or no shirt.

Your lips collided in a rushed pursue of erotic passion, your naked bodies intermingling in a starved embrace. There was nothing that could ruin the moment, except from the blaring of an alarm that shattered every cell of your body in panic.

There was no time to continue, and so you and Daryl rushed to redress yourselves, throwing each others garments to one another as you ran towards the door, poking your head out into the hallway to see your surviving comrades doing the same.

It was an emergency, one that held your lives at risk, and it was certain that you would not be releasing your frustrations any time soon…

You had to survive first. And that was always the thin thread that kept you from feeling like you were living rather than just scraping by. You and Daryl looked at one another, and you hoped that if you made it out, you could pick up where you left off.

[ashwhowrites]

hello ash, your writing is lovely!! i was wondering if i could request reader being in subspace after a night out with a guy who didn't give her aftercare, so roomate!eddie makes her feel better? just like taking on the role of caretaker and telling reader that he'll keep her safe and just tucking her in and giving her cute, chaste kisses?

(this is totally self indulgent cos i was sent home after no aftercare and had to do it myself)

Aftercare has my heart. That's one of my favorites parts about being intimate with my partner, the pillow talk that comes after

Thank you for requesting! I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it <3

Small fluff blurb

Y/N tried to hold back her tears as she slammed the door. She cursed herself for even leaving the bar with that guy. She should have known a random hookup at a bar wouldn't be romantic or respectful in any kind of way.

She scoffed as she thought about how he rolled off of her and told her to be out by morning. The way he didn't bother to see how she was, just closing his eyes. He had the nerve to go to sleep while she sat there naked and vulnerable.

She felt alone, scared, and used. All she wanted was to feel good. But now she couldn't help but feel like an idiot. She felt like she did everything wrong and she wasn't even worthy of being taken care of. Was she a burden? Was it too much to ask for a soft cuddle afterward?

~~~

She freely cried once she made it into her apartment. She slammed the door and ran off into her room.

Eddie was on the couch, a hand in a bag of chips when she ran past. He sat up worried, he dusted off his hands and followed behind her.

She was on her bed, lying on her side as she curled into a ball. She sobbed into her knees, her small dress riding up. Eddie could see the beginning of small hickies forming on her thighs.

"Oh, pretty girl." He cooed, walking over to the side of the bed. He kneeled, his face close to hers. He used his right hand to softly pet her hair.

"I don't wanna talk about it." She sniffled, and her red eyes looked at him. She looked so scared and hurt.

"Then we won't talk." He said softly, he stood up and removed his sweatpants. She watched him confused but didn't say anything. He gave her a trusting smile and took off her heels. Then he slid the sweatpants up her legs.

She sniffled but could feel the tears stopping. The comfort of her bare feet against her warm blanket. The softness of Eddie's sweatpants on her bare legs. Eddie grabbed her hands and helped her sit up. He nodded to her dress, and she got the hint. She reached behind herself and unzipped the dress, she stood up and let the dress sink. She stood in a bra, but Eddie's eyes stayed on her face.

"Good girl." He said softly, the praise warmed her stomach as she felt a small smile on her face. He walked over to her drawer and pulled out a small shirt.

"I'm going to turn around while you take off your bra and put this on, can you do that for me? It's okay if you can't." He asked, she nodded and took the shirt. Just as he said, he turned around but left his arm behind his back. His palm upwards gave her the chance to hold it if needed.

She couldn't help but melt at how nice he was. The way he was soft and easy with her.

"Done." She said quietly, she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do next. He turned around as she stared at him, blankly waiting for the next direction.

"Look at you! You did so well." He praised. "Let's go into bed and have some cuddles. I know you love cuddling before bed."

She nodded excitedly, moving onto the bed and slipping underneath her covers. Eddie turned off her lamp, crawling over her body as he settled next to her. He wrapped his arm around her, his lips next to her ear as he breathed against her.

The air hitting her ear and his arm wrapped around her made her feel safe. She didn't feel alone and she felt wanted. Why couldn't every guy know what she needed like Eddie?

"You're safe here." He whispered, he leaned forward and pecked her cheek.

And she believed him

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[yangbbokari]

Hyung Line!Skz stood you up on a date

Pairing: Hyung Line!skz x gn!reader Genre: Angst, fluff/comfort, idk Warnings: Nothing much but maybe a little cursing and mentions of insecurities Song rec: Fine - Taeyeon A.N: Requested by 🧈anon, sry this took so long😭 on top of being a student, I just procasinate a lot. Will this have a part 2? idk but we'll c

BANG CHAN You sat on your living room couch, fighting off the sleep that would be taking you any time now. Checking the time, it was nearly 2 a.m. You’d been waiting for him for a few hours. The restaurant had to close so you had to leave. It’s been so long since you had a date because of his busy schedule.

You had already been nodding off when you heard the door click. Chan slowly made his way into the living room, looking at your sleepy figure.

“Channie hyung..?” You said, rubbing your tired eyes. Chan smiled as he engulfed your body with his. “Mhmm… I’m home, Angel.”

He pulled closer, letting out a content sigh. But then letting out a heavier sigh. “I’m so sorry, Love. I shouldn’t have let work take over me again. You must be tired of always waiting for me.”

Shaking your head, you looked at him with tears in your eyes. “It’s okay.” You began to caress his face. “At least you’re home now. That’s all that matters.”

Chan gave you a small little pout-smile, kissing you on your temple before resting his head on yours. “What would i do without you?” He suddenly picked you up, in bridal style, and brought you to the room.

After tucking you in, he cuddled up beside you and pulled you in close. He adored you for a while before falling asleep to your soft snores. ~~~ LEE MINHO When Minho didn’t show up to your date, it began worrying you. He wasn’t one to just stand you up. You were so deep in your thoughts, you were startled by the sound of your phone ringing. Thinking it was Minho, you quickly grabbed your phone. Only to be disappointed when the screen read Chan.

“Hey, hyung. What’s up?” You heard a heavy sigh on the other side. “Minho said he’s sorry. He’s at the dorms right now with a high fever.”

You immediately bolted through the door with a coat and your keys. Upon hearing a car door slam and getting no response from you, Chan called out. “Y/n? You there?” But he was cut off when the call ended.

You drove as fast as you possibly could, without breaking any traffic laws, until you reached the dorms.

Chan opened the door when you arrived. “In his room.” You nodded your head softly.

When you reached his door, you softly knocked twice before going in. Silently, you crept in. The exhaustion coursing through his body didn’t allow him to turn to look at you. But he could speak.

“Hey, baby.” He said with a groan. He felt the side of his bed dip before you hand touched his forehead. “Shh. It’s okay. you don’t have to say much.”

Minho forced his body to turn to you as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You lowered your body down to meet his, pulling his head to your chest.

Before either of you knew it, it was morning. Now guess who else is sick. You chuckle as Minho kisses you nose.

“As one, they say.” ~~~ SEO CHANGBIN You had been blowing up his phone since three nights ago. He just so had the audacity to not only stand you up on a date, but go to a party AND get drunk.

Now he didn’t even have the balls to return home. Hiding out at the dorms seemed what was working best. That was until you showed up at the dorms. He instantly went into pout n beg mode.

“Please, baby. Please listen to me. I swear i didn’t mean it.”

You simply just dragged him out by the ear. None of the other boys even interfered. They knew not to mess with you when you were in this very irritable mood.

It took a much needed make out session, a cuddle session, a date, and a cake to make it up to you.

“I swear, like SWEAR I won’t do it again.” You sent a glare his way and he gulped, shutting his mouth.

You smiled and squeezed his cheek. “I love you too.” ~~~ HWANG HYUNJIN He definitely overslept. It was a quick morning coffee date before you went to you college classes. But as always, he overslept.

Hyunjin ran as fast as he could to the location. Thank the lord you were still there. You put on a faux pout. But he couldn’t tell. He plopped in his chair and reached for your hands from across the table.

“I promise, I didn’t mean to. I was supposed to come but I overslept. We practiced late last night so I slept a little more than I was supposed to. I didn’t want to be late. I want to see you every morning. I’m sorry. Do y—”

“Hyunjin.” You cut him off. “You’re rambling. It’s okay. I understand. It’s still early in the morning anyway.”

Hyunjin let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you.” He raised your hand to kiss it. “You know i love you right.”

You chuckled and nodded your head. “Yes, I do. Love you too. Even if you stood me up.”

“I SAID I DIDN’T MEANT TO!”

~~~

Sry this was extremely rushed. i don’t have much time to write it. But hope y’all like it. Idk when maknae line will be released but it will be sometime. Idk

[lazyjellyfish300]

Fortune Cookies 🥠🖤

Miguel O'Hara x Reader s/o

Gif credits to @miguelo-hara

Just more pure domestic Miguel fluff in your established relationship with him. 😇🤧 No mention of readers gender but he does use the feminine form of precioso at the end. Enjoy 🖤 word count 1.1k

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You let out a little belch after you took a generous swig of your Dr. Pepper, relishing in the biting sweetness it left in your mouth. You pushed away the takeout container of lo mein noodles and orange chicken slightly away from you on the coffee table. 

"Oh God...I can't. I'm so freakin full..." 

Miguel glances over at you, sitting next to you on the couch with his Mongolian beef and broccoli. He smiles as you pull the hood from your oversized hoodie over your eyes and lean back on the couch with more overstuffed groans. 

"I told you to slow down a little." Miguel says, spearing a broccoli head with his fork and popping it into his mouth. "You were hungry, huh?" he says slightly amused, trying to keep his mouth closed as he chews. 

"Yeah. Was..." You take a deep breath and sit up and reach for the white plastic grocery bag from the restaurant with bold red letters, looking inside. 

"Can't forget about these though." You wave three fortune cookies in your hand, setting one of them in Miguel's lap. 

Miguel raises an eyebrow. "You actually read those?" He closes his takeout container as well, setting it on top of yours. 

You look at him, "Whaaaat. You don't?" 

Miguel shakes his head. "Hell no. You realize they're usually the most generic phrases that some factory just mass prints and produces and ships out to random restaurants all over? I'll bet you mine says some corny shit like 'Live Laugh Love'." 

"Sir!" You give him a gentle elbow into his side and he gives a little sputter at you calling him "Sir."

"Must you absolutely shit all over every single little thing in life that I find absolutely the tiniest shred of joy in?"

Miguel chuckles and looks at you smug. "Yes." 

You roll your eyes. 

"I suppose you like Astrology too, huh?" He smirks. 

"You know, for a Libra, you're wayyy too logistical." 

Miguel groans. 

"Shush, mister. Let me have my stuff and I'll let you have yours." 

Miguel shakes his head and turns his attention to the fortune cookie you put in his lap, turning it in his fingers, his large hands dwarfing the small pastry. "I don't really care for sweets that much. If I open mine, you can eat the cookie part." 

You nod at his bargain and watch him open the crinkled plastic, a few crumbs spilling into his lap as he cracks the shell, his thumb running over the tiny scroll of paper that's partially folded on the inside. 

"😊Your charming smile is attracting everyone around you😊" 

The deadpan way he reads it out loud matched with his bored expression makes you cackle, giggling hysterically. 

"Very funny..." Miguel balls up the fortune and tosses it at your head. You snicker when it hits you. "The thing's bogus. I told you." He gets up and puts your leftover boxes in the fridge. 

"Nuh uh! Wait! We still gotta do mine!" 

You sit up and tear the soft plastic from your cookie and split it in half with an easy crack. You pop one half of the wafer in your mouth. Light vanilla, slightly stale, the sharp edges poke the roof of your mouth and you squint one of your eyes a little as you crunch down. You pick up your fortune scroll reading it while you crunch slowly. 

"A vivid and creative mind is just one of your many great attributes." 

You smile, "why THANK you, cookie! Hah!" You pop the other half in your mouth, triumphant. 

Miguel leans against the wall to the entrance of your kitchen, crossing his arms. "Hmph, clearly, they made that with you in mind. Told you those things are phony." 

You turn around, leaning your chin on the top of your couch, peering over at him leaning by the kitchen. "You're not gonna cancel fortune cookies just because they were slightly off on yours and they nailed mine?" 

Miguel chuckles a little and walks back to you, joining you again on the couch and slinging one of his strong arms around you. "I don't give a damn about what a vanilla wafer has to say about me." 

You smile and hold up the third cookie. "Well, that means we can see what this extra one says then, since you don't care." 

Miguel sighs but gives you a gentle look as he watches you eagerly unwrap the final cookie and snap it apart. 

"Your love life will soon be happy and harmonious." 

Miguel smiles. "I don't need a cookie to tell me that. Besides, it already is." He gives your shoulder a squeeze. 

"Awhhh, you!" You smile at him and cuddle a little closer, leaning into his shoulder. The warmth from his body in tandem with your satisfied belly creates a cozy feeling you could get used to. 

"I'm serious." He says, taking one of your hands in his, his fingers stretching out over the back of your hand then locking in between yours.

"I know..." you say softly, giving his hands a squeeze as though to emphasize your statement. Honestly, he was your best friend. You could never get sick of doing these seemingly mundane things with him. You knew you were both well on your way to build something much more serious together. You glanced at your vacant ring finger, trying to picture a ring he picked out just for you wrapped around it. He seems to be thinking the same thing, the way he gently lifts your hand, still locked under his, studying the pattern of your skin. 

Miguel doesn't say anything but just lets out a deep sigh, his heartbeat stirring quietly against your eardrums as you just hold him. 

"Can we watch a movie?" You ask him, running your fingertips along the soft dark hair on his arms. 

Miguel closes his eyes for a moment, enjoying the soft way you're touching him. "Course we can." 

You smile. "I'm picking it this time. I'm sick of all those nature documentaries you like to watch." 

Miguel smiles, now drawing circles on your back with his fingers as you lean forward and grab the remote off the coffee table. "You just get upset because the cute little baby deer gets eaten by the wolves." 

"That shit is traumatizing!" You chastise him. 

"It's nature." He says with a smirk. 

"I don't care, I don't wanna see it." You pout. 

He presses a kiss into your forehead. "I know, baby. You're so cute. Your pick tonight." 

"Thanks baby." You smile and lean back into him as you click through a wide selection of movie titles on Netflix. 

"Always for you, preciosa."

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🖤

[saiidahyunie]

love me a little more

kim dahyun x f!reader 

synopsis: you weren’t much of a romantic type, always telling yourself that the intimacy was too much—all of that changed when dahyun came around. 

warnings: fluff ; implied smut ; steamy makeout sesh ; not proofread

a/n: wanted to challenge myself into writing a fic in one sitting (i failed ;-;) but i've been more motivated to get more sana and dahyun content going on my blog!

the rain was relentless. canceling your date night with dahyun that would’ve been a hefty price tag at the fancy restaurant was a fantastic idea. 

once the rolling credits of avengers endgame had ended with the soft sound of a hammer smashing on another piece of metal signifying tony stark making his first ever suit, you shift your head to the other shoulder while you mindlessly shut off the tv in the living room. 

your right arm is pinned down by dahyun, who was fast sleep with her head on your shoulder. she insisted that you and her have a movie night together instead of going out, and she was right considering the small pitter patter sounds of the raindrops hitting the window in the dimmed household calling for the much needed bedtime. what made this more funnier was how dahyun said that she’d stay up for the entirety of the movie—only to doze off before the last twenty or so minutes towards the end. 

before your mind could surrender at the thought of just sleeping on the couch for the night, not that you had a problem with that anyway, it would be better to just use the remaining energy left to just breeze past the hallway and into the bedroom, so lightly stretch all of your muscles and body parts while sitting, letting out a soft cough that causes dahyun to cling onto your arm tightly.

“hey…” you whisper over her head, “want me to carry you?” 

dahyun lets out a soft hum through her oversized hoodie as your other hand finds hers clinging to your shirt, you can’t help but chuckle at the way she’s acting while you brush the side of her hair, scratching her scalp that makes dahyun melt more into the fabric. 

“okay, let me get up at least beb.” 

managing to get up and move your arm a little bit from its captivity, you turn around to face dahyun who was still sitting down, now curled up into a small ball into the couch, enveloping her with your upper body as your arms hook around her back and legs, lifting her up her arms find your neck—and she’s a little more awake now than just a few moments ago. 

“we’re a little more awake now huh?” you say as dahyun leans her head in to give you a kiss on the cheek, one of her many ways of appreciation since acts of service was your main love language while dahyun’s was physical touch. (gift giving was her first one technically)

the dark corridor was filled with the soft murmurs of dahyun singing somewhat of a song as you make it past the bedroom door, moving closer to the bed before setting her down gently. dahyun then tries to reach for the covers, but you stop her, waving a finger while you went ahead and did it for her yourself, patting down the comforter once she was all snuggled up. 

you were about to go to the bathroom to wash up, only for your hand to be caught by hers stopping you from leaving. 

“you okay?” you ask her, turning your body before sitting down on the bed closer to her. 

dahyun lets the silence fall for just a moment before answering, “yeah. i’m okay.” 

“i was just gonna wash up before coming back, do you need anything?” 

“well…” dahyun mutters out with a pouty look on her face, “i just want you beside me, that’s all.” 

your head dips down from the answer before softly smiling at her, it was late anyway and you were just keeping yourself away from the comfortable bed that was in front of you. washing up can come later in the morning—it was already midnight and the rain falling made it the perfect background noise to fall asleep instantly. 

“okay,” you say while cupping dahyun’s cheek, looking at her in the eyes, entranced by the galaxy that lies behind those set of dark irises. “i’m tired anyway.” 

a shifting movement fills the bed, and you’re spooning dahyun under the covers. 

the feeling is so safe for the both of you, the radiating warmth encapsulating with the comforter cuddling away to your heart's content as your chin fins the crook of dahyun’s neck, planting a soft kiss alongside the line of her throat while your arms link around her waist, pulling her closer to you. 

tiredness didn’t always guarantee an instant slumber. 

you’re trying to fall asleep, eyes wide open as you let your mind ponder in the vast space of darkness, the only lightsource let alone sound is the faint whirr of the humidifier on the small seat next to the nightstand, the scent of apple cedarwood filling the small space on dahyun’s side of the bed for the next few minutes. 

though it hasn’t been that long, all things considered. 

moving your body under the sheets would only keep you up, and you didn’t know if dahyun was already fast asleep like earlier, so you don’t bother to ask or move, you’re just staying still as a log. 

luckily, dahyun also couldn’t fall asleep right away, so you were glad that you weren’t the only one. she turns her body around to face you, laying on her side while your hands shift lower to the small of her back, meeting her hips. her hands creep up to the front of her body, fiddling with the loose cotton of your shirt while your chin nicks a little bit of her forehead. 

“can’t sleep?” you say quietly enough for her to hear, and dahyun looks up. 

“yeah, i don’t know why.” 

“you managed to stay up for the majority of the movie only to doze off right at the end.” you laugh while dahyun taps your chest. 

“it’s your fault for picking a three hour long movie in the first place!” 

“who was the one who didn’t want to go out tonight?” you ask in a doubled down effort.

dahyun lets out a sound that is almost an ‘i’, but closes her parted lips in defeat knowing that you won the exchange of banter. 

a chuckle leaves your nostrils as you pull dahyun more closely, pressing your lips to her forehead with your hands on her cheeks, the meaningfulness behind it bringing a softer side of you to the front stage. 

“i love this.” dahyun mutters out, giddily, smiling between your fingers, “how could you be so good at love?” 

you’re staring at her, eyes darting in competition with hers, studying the concaves of her face and lips, trying to find the next words to suffice an answer—nothing comes to mind.

you don’t need words to tell how you feel about someone. especially with dahyun. 

a first action was all that was needed when you lean forward. your lips finally meet dahyun’s, the kiss deepening as she presses her face deeper against yours, the rush of breaths clashing against the open air. its like succumbing to an open wound, the way her lips just mesh perfectly together with yours, her fingers slide on the nape of your neck, and you’re trying to decide whether to pull away or not. 

you don’t want to, but for a slight second you do—moving your body underneath the comforter, taking the high ground hovering on top of dahyun, staring at her. 

her eyes don’t lie, her cheeks are rosy pink through the hindering light, her lips bruised, hair tousled a bit, and she’s breathing raggedly. 

“baby,” you mumble out, “is there—” 

“just kiss me.” 

without thinking twice, you go back for more. indulging in the touches like you have before, but not like this. fighting with your lips—biting, gnawing, pulling the other till it gets swollen or bruised, it’s igniting a fire from within, and it’s the same for dahyun.

the real work truly begins when you shift to her jaw and cheeks, your hands join in on the fun by slipping underneath her hoodie, the unreal slim waist that dahyun possessed now being held by your fingertips as you continued to take your time leaving marks across the whole board. 

her hands are buried in your hair as she seems to have a good read on your thoughts at this moment, parting her lips again for you. when you meet her level again, there’s a swipe of the tongue, first in your mouth, and a trade off for hers. she’s softly humming, the sound of her filling your mouth while you reach her breasts from underneath, fondling with them as you leave another trail of kisses against her neck. 

“god.” dahyun gasps out, and you silence her with your mouth but with a little less sense of urgency than earlier. each exchange of kisses being softer, slower. you’re taking your time with your lover as the neediness creeps out and away in exchange for sleepiness. 

a final smack of the lips before resting your forehead on top of hers for a brief moment, planting one more kiss on her cheek before laying down beside dahyun again, wrapping arms and legs—not wanting any sudden movements from this point on while sleeping. 

“goodnight dub,” you mumble before kissing the top of her head, and she murmurs out another sound against your shirt before drifting off to sleep finally. 

or so you thought. 

a cloudy, rainy morning greets the room through the curtains, and dahyun is the first one to wake up. 

there’s been a tousle in the sheets, but somehow her body is still next to yours surprisingly with your arms still linked around her—all arms and legs against each other. 

she shifts over a little closer to your body, her arm across your waist, but the surface is a little bit peculiar to her feeling when her eyes flutter open to notice that the shirt that was on you from the night prior was off. what makes this all the more puzzling, was that her hoodie was off too, exposing her whole chest as well. 

dahyun looks down at the small hint of marks that were on her neck and a little bit of her collarbone. she doesn’t remember how those got there in the first place and her curiosity got the better of her when she peeped under the covers; she was in her underwear, a more astute observation at that. 

her mind lazes at the thought, and she just nestles into the upper portion of your chest, lightly rubbing the lines of your ribs like playing on a harp. 

eventually, she ultimately decides to sit up from your arching arm, letting it fall on her hip while she rubs her eyes to get rid of the lingering sleepiness and the small crusty bits that nestle between the corner of your eyes. 

you let out a monotone sound into the pillow next to dahyun as she pats your forearm as an acknowledgement, giggling while she leans over to your smushed face in the cushions, showering you with light kisses to get you going. 

“dub,” you mutter into the fabric as the ends of her hair tickle the cuff of your ear. “don’t even think about getting up from bed…” 

“i wasn’t!" she yells lightly. "besides, i’m hungry anyway.” 

“mmmmmmmmmmm.” is the only sound that’s heard while dahyun flips her hair to the otherside, hand slithering underneath the covers before the pads of her fingertips dance away before lightly pinching your side, getting you even more awake now. 

“hey! what was that for?!” you gasp out, lifting the upper half of your body from underneath the mountain of your thick blanket with one eye open, groaning dramatically before shoving your face more into the pillow. 

dahyun can’t help but laugh at your mini temper tantrum, shaking your head into the pillow, and hitting the bed with your fists, she also sees the heels also kick up in retaliation as well. 

she then gets on top of your back, placing more light-hearted kisses from behind your ear and down to your neck—dahyun’s favorite sensitive spots of your body whenever you two got more sunk in more private settings—this was no different. 

you then roll her off your back, sitting up slightly while she couldn’t help herself to kiss you just a bit more, putting herself over you as your hand seamlessly finds the lower part of her jaw, thumb resting on her cheek. the feeling of it is so tender, and the sound of the rain hitting the window really sets the atmosphere altogether. 

“did you take off my hoodie in the middle of the night?” she asks with her lips still stuck on yours. 

“yeah, it got a little stuffy.” you reply, landing another kiss to her bottom lip, pulling on it slightly while you look up at her with puppy dog eyes. “i might have done a little bit more than that actually.” 

“i figured.” dahyun says, pulling away even more, looking down at the small hints of marks across her neck and chest. “but i’m not complaining though.” 

you’re looking at her lips, then the marks you mindlessly made while you slid off your shirt and her hoodie at some point during the middle of the night, but you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself that time. now you’re biting your lip at her appearance. her beautiful, natural long black hair, bare face that looks even more alluring minus all the makeup (very minimally), her milky white skin with the hints of red marks all over, you want to do more damage—god you’ll pretty much will. 

so you sit up, lips back on hers in record time, the kiss deepening by the second. her hands are moving in a frenzy, saliva being slid from both of your tongues, hearing the heavenly sounds come through in vibrations. your hand is through her hair, while the other is around her snatched waist. 

the degree of elevation is then changed. you’re on top of her, and she’s below you. pulling away slightly as dahyun looks at you with longing eyes, the slight heaving from her chest, and she’s colored in a brilliant shade of pink—all for you. behind these walls and closed doors, where no one else sees, it’s perfect really. 

“i think i have some unfinished business for you… the coffee can wait.” you say with a grin, the next thing dahyun sees is you lowering back, and she doesn’t even feel her underwear slip off from her body but your hands sliding up her legs to her hips. 

she doesn’t fight the sounds coming out of her with the back of her hand. 

the lighter of the stove clicks on the other end while you’re moving the pan back and forth with a set of scrambled eggs, humming along to a faint jazz song on your phone set to the left of you on the countertop. 

you’re swaying slightly to the music when a pair of arms coat your waist, the cloth of your shirt getting rumpled underneath. dahyun’s head is laid on your back, eyes closed but with a beaming happy smile, all giddy and everything—a clear indication that you definitely gave her some of that morning magic just ten minutes ago. 

“go ahead and sit down, dub,” you say, nicking your head back slightly. “i’m almost done here.” 

she can only hum in response, kissing your back before she gingerly walks to the other end of the small kitchen island, still eepy and more than relaxed. you turn off the stove with the plate of scrambled eggs showered with some garlic salt and scallions, the other small plate in your hand with a stack of toast while you slide it over across. 

feeding her a spoonful of scrambled egg while you’re munching through a slice of toast, dahyun’s face melts from the taste and cooking that you were so skilled at. you can’t help fall in love a little more at the sight of her being cozy and homey on days like these. 

“it’s so cute when you can’t talk after we have sex.” you say out of nowhere, the last bite of egg passing your throat with ease. dahyun looks at you with deadlocked eyes, before she lightly punches you in the shoulder, acting all hurt while laughing. “i’m kidding! it’s still funny though.” 

“i’m still waiting for my coffee.” she says, eyeing over the espresso machine that’s unplugged, with the two capsules for you and her both. “i’m leaving a one star review on yelp and not giving you a tip.” 

you roll your eyes, before she pulls that eye smile of hers, kissing you on the cheek as her way of apologizing. blinking twice before you peck her lips and cheek twice before you fulfill her request. “you got it miss kim.” 

[rebeliz7]

LIHO ROMANOFF

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader x Liho

Word Count: 523

Request: Nat fluff idea: adopting Liho and not expecting the cutest reaction ever from the emotionless assassin

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“Moment of truth, little guy.” You tell the fluffy ball sitting next to you on the couch, when you hear soft steps outside the front door announcing your wife’s arrival. 

The kitty looks up at you, meows a tiny little sound but doesn’t move from his sitting spot next to you. You smile at the sight of him, your heart fluttering at how adorable he looks.  

Keys jingle on the door and you look up, your heart now fluttering with nerves. You and Natasha have never discussed adopting a pet, and you have no idea how she’ll react when she finds this little guy on the couch. 

Finally, the door opens and your wife walks inside. You watch in anticipated silence as she puts her keys in the bowl, then takes her shoes off and puts them in the small closet in the hallway, and then finally looks at you. 

“Hi.” She smiles, a soft smile taking over her lips as she picks up her hair in a ponytail. “What’s up with you?” She asks when you remain silent.

“Nothing. Hi.” You shake your head, and laugh awkwardly. She frowns, her eyes adopting that analytic look she gets when she knows you’re lying. 

“What is it?” She asks carefully, while she takes cautious steps closer to the living, and you. 

“Well, you see--I--”

“Oh my God!” She clamors, hands on her mouth and chest, and eyes widening. “What is that?”

You close your eyes, your hand falling softly on the little cat next to you protectively as Natasha kneels on the carpeted floor in front of the couch. 

“He’s the tiniest little thing.” She says, and your brain comes to a halt because--because Natasha is -for all serves and proposes- melting, right in front of you both. 

“Someone threw him in the garbage.” You tell her, and she looks up at you with teary eyes and her chin trembling. 

“Who would do that?” She asks with a trembling voice, and you reach out to cup her face. 

“I don’t know.”

“How could they?” She asks, while reaching for the little guy and rubbing behind his ears. 

The kitty begins to purr and his eyes lazily fall close under her ministrations. You were ready to plead your case, but it looks like you won’t need to convince Natasha to keep the little fella in your home. 

“Oh my God.” She says, while taking a deep breath and taking your hand with her free one. “Can we keep him?” She asks you, and you melt too. 

She might be even more adorable than the cat itself. 

“If you want.” You shrug, and she smiles before leaning forward to kiss you quickly. 

“We should call him Liho,” she says with a glint in her eyes, and looking so excited. 

“Liho Romanoff.” You test it out, making her laugh and earning another kiss from her. 

“Welcome home, Liho Romanoff.” She tells him, right before kissing his fluffy little head. 

Who would have thought, certainly not you, that she’d become puddle in the paws of such a fluffy little thing.

You really did marry a good one. 

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PART 2

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[elfenbensord]

hiya! i’m OBSESSED with your writing btw..

i was wondering whether i could please request smth with george w x fem reader

was thinking something like george (and fred, because we love a secretly supportive brother) have been writing to their mum about how all round great r is and molly just HAS to meet her

(maybe slight hurt/comfort with r having not so nice parents) reader is invited to spend *pick a holiday* at the burrow… chaotic fluff and motherly doting from molly ensues

tysm if you consider this xx

a/n: THANK YOU for choosing to be obsessed with my silly little pieces! also, this request is so wholesome! was a real cozy moment to write this.

pairing: george weasley x fem!reader

warnings: none.

pretty good idea

14.10.23

“Do you really think this is a good idea, Georgie?” you say as you shift your weight from one foot to another. 

George almost melts at the nickname. He most definitely melts at the thought of you caring so much about him, to be nervous about just meeting his family. 

He places a reassuring hand on you shoulder, and lets in travel down to taka your hand in his. Squeezing it tightly, he says, “They will absolutely love you.”

Standing just outside the Burrow, he looks at you with a soft smile.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

He exhales lightly. “I’m just enjoying this moment when I still get to have you all for myself. It will all change in just a sec.”

“It will…” you mumble, not fully managing to shake of the nervous feeling harbouring in your chest.

The worrying wrinkle between your brows is back. “Actually, maybe I should just go–”

The door to the Burrow slams open, revealing a cheery, round-faced woman. 

“There you are!” Mrs. Weasley almost yells. She pulls you in for a hug, squeezing tight. “I’ve been so looking forward to meeting you! George has mentioned you in every letter – every letter – he’s written to me. I thought, if (y/n) is so amazing, I simply have to meet her!”

She continues her chattering as she pulls you inside. Inside is bubbling with activity and chatter and light and laughter. It’s overwhelming at first, your own family always keeping a respectful distance and somewhat cold aura. But this warmth, this obvious love, welcomes you and pulls you in.

“Hey, (y/n)!” Fred approaches you, reaching his hand up for a high-five. 

You hesitantly comply, saying, “Hi Fred.”

He smiles lightly. “I see you survived mum.”

You smile, still feeling the warmth and welcoming aura of Molly Weasley. “She’s really sweet.”

He snorts, saying in a sarcastic tone. “Yeah, yeah. Just you wait til she starts knitting you socks for Christmas!”

You can’t help but smile at the thought. “They would be my most loved socks of all.”

—

After dinner, you end up in the small living room. Ginny and Fred are busy playing a cardgame. Mr and Mrs Weasley make low conversation in the kitchen, the radio buzzing with some cheesy song about “Love is a strange kind of magic…”

George pulls you closer, almost pulling you into his lap. Sitting in the worn-out couch, you can feel his breath on your ear. He’s warm and wonderful, his knitted sweater slightly scratching on you exposed neck. You relax into him, smiling contentedly.

“I told you they would love you. Just like I do.” George cuddles his freckled nose into your ear. It tickles ever so slightly.

You hum. “I love you too.”

Fred throws a candy wrapper across the room, hitting George in the back of the head. “Stop being gross!”

“You’re just jealous, since you don’t have the balls to ask out Angelina!”

Fred’s ears turn red, starting to match his hair. “Shut up, I’m working on it.”

“Oh, yeah? Work a little harder then!” George bites back.

He turns his attention to you, softening instantly. Pulling ha loose strand of hair and toying with it between his fingers, he almost whispers, “You still think it was a bad idea?”

You lean into him. “Hmm. No. Pretty good idea, actually.”

“Yeah. Pretty good.”

[tasteleeknow]

º.☆・ ⇢ cuddling with sleepy minho

pairing: minho x gn!reader genre: fluff, established relationship. word count: 500

inspired by this post by @rachaminhoe​ 🌷

“We’ll go in 10 minutes, yeah? Just gonna throw my clothes in the wash.”

“Mm,” Minho’s small sound of acknowledgement is the only indication he’s heard you. You watch as he melts off the couch to join one of the cats on the carpet—wrapping his body around the purring ball of fur.

“Don’t fall asleep.”

“Mm,” he responds again, definitely falling asleep. You drop the laundry basket on the floor and make your way over to him, crouching down beside him to poke him on the forehead.

“I mean it, we’re going in 10.”

He reaches up blindly to grab your wrist, not bothering to open his eyes. You watch as he pulls the inside of your wrist to his mouth, pressing a lazy kiss to your skin. “10 minutes,” he repeats, releasing you.

It takes you 5 minutes maximum, collecting your dirty clothes from your floor and stuffing them in the laundry machine. That’s all the time he needs to pass out apparently. When you return he’s rolled over, curled in on himself as he snoozes—head resting against his arm. The cat has wandered away, leaving him alone on the soft carpet.

You creep over to him, unable to keep yourself from taking a moment to fondly take in your boyfriend in his most vulnerable state. You brush a little hair from his face, listening to his soft even breathing. Your eye catches on the watch on your wrist. You’ll be late if you don’t rouse him.

“Min,” you whisper, hand resting on his arm to rock him gently. “We’ve gotta go.”

A small sound escapes his throat and then he’s reaching towards you, eyes still closed. When he finds you he latches on, giving you no chance at escape. He pulls you down against him, his sleepiness apparently having no effect on his strength. You attempt to free yourself, squirming against him—a small laugh escaping you when his legs wraps around you, trapping you well and truly in his hold.

“We have to go, we’ll be late,” you whine, going limp in his arms. Despite your protests you can’t help basking in his hold for a moment, his warm lips pressed to your neck.

“We could just stay here,” he mumbles, hold tightening around you.

“I promised we’d be there at 2, Chan will tell me off.”

“I won’t let him.”

“He’ll tell you off, too.”

“Don’t care,” he says, nuzzling into your neck. “10 more minutes.”

You lift his hand from your stomach, pulling it up to your mouth so you can press your lips to his warm skin. “Alright, 10 more minutes,” you whisper, closing your eyes and snuggling back into your sleepy boyfriend.

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[bakugosatoru]

You and Bakugo adopt a kitten together

Requests Open!

Warnings: None Genre: Romantic Fluff Fic Type: Short Fanfic (1k Words) Fandom: My Hero Academia

Authors Note: I actually work at pet store and thought about this story in my head while working so now I shall share it with all of you.

"I still dont understand why we couldnt get a big dog" grumbled Bakugo, as you wandered the rows of cages full of all myriad of rescued dogs and cats.

"I don't know, maybe because our apartment lease very clearly states 'no dogs'? Besides, it wouldn't be fair honey, our apartment isn't exactly a penthouse, and with how much you and I are away with work? Poor thing would go crazy" You calmly explained for the hundredth time to your moping boyfriend.

It was his own fault, he had let his guard down. About a week ago you were both lying on the couch after a long mission and an ad came on the television about a rescue shelter near your apartment that had animals looking for their forever home.

"You know it could be fun to have a kitty, I had one growing up" You mumbled, cuddling up into your boyfriend on the couch.

"Oh? Yea sure honey" He mumbled, clearly a little too tired to be fully paying attention.

But that was all the confirmation you needed.

So here you were, walking the rows of dog and cats, looking for the new perfect addition to your little family. Your eyes scanned the various kittens in the various enclosures and you felt your heart melt, you just wanted to take them all home. But no, Katsuki made you promise you were only getting one on the drive here.

Finally you reached the room at the end of the hall. The shelter had placed the kitties that were up for adoption into the room for prospective families to take a look at, so you and Katsuki slipped through the two doors (to prevent any kitty escapees) and into a room full of fluffy balls of joy.

"Babe there's so many! Look how cute!" You beamed, stepping towards a small ribbon toy and picking it up, four or five kitties flocking to your feet as you swirled it around.

Katsuki just smiled as he stood back, watching you spin around, the kittens running after you. He wandered over to the bench on end of the room and sat down. You were the one that wanted the stupid cat after all, he was happy to just let you pick. But he couldn't help but smile at your excited squeals as the kitties clambered all over you.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp sensation in his leg. He looked down to see two small kittens, quite a lot smaller than the rest, clawing their way up his pant leg.

"Dumb cats, what are you doing? Your going to put holes in my pants you know!" He grumbled, with no real malice in his voice, as the two small kittens curled up into his lap. His hands hovered over the small creatures, not exactly sure what to do with them.

Gentle had never exactly been his forté

"Aw Katsuki honey, they like you!"

Bakugo looked up to see you walking over, that gorgeous smile on your face that always made him melt.

God you were too good for him.

"Dumb idiots just crawled up my pant leg and sat here, probably just think i'm a warm bed" He grumbled as you sat down next to him. You rested your head on his shoulders and you reached out and began to softly stroke the head of one of the kittens. A quiet purring radiating from it. Katsuki slowly lowered his hand to the other kitten, being as gentle as possible, using his fingers to scratch its head and around its ears. Soon enough, that kitten joined his friend in purring.

"That means they're happy right?" Bakugo mumbled

"Mhm" You smiled, pressing a small kiss to his cheek. There was nothing you loved more than seeing your loud, strong, and sometimes rough around the edges boyfriend turn into a gentle giant.

"I don't know how we're going to pick just one" You sighed, looking at the two kittens in your boyfriends lap. Bakugo paused for a second, before sighing.

"I know what your doing" He said, exasperated.

"I have absolutely no idea what you mean" You smirked

"Whatever, dumb idiot should have a friend or whatever." He grumbled, cradling both the kitties in his arm as he stood up to go find an employee to help with the paperwork.

"You mean it? We can get both?!" You leapt from the bench following your boyfriend and holding his free hand.

"Only if I get to name one of the dumb things" He grumbled, but he couldn't hide the smile curling at the side of his lips as he waved over the employee.

So after about an hour of paperwork, many thank you kisses, and a short ride home, you welcomed two new little fluffy creatures into your family.

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Bonus

"Babe you cannot name him Grenade" You laughed, cradling one of the kittens in your arms as you looked down at your boyfriend, sprawled out on the floor, playing with the other kitty.

"You said I could name one, that was the deal" He said, his smile evident in his voice.

"Come on! I named this little one Blossom!" You said, rolling yourself off the couch and onto the floor, allowing the two kitties to play together as you curled into Bakugo's side. His arms wrapping around you and pulling you closer.

"Hmmmm" He hummed, his chin resting against the top of your head.

"Explosion?"

"No"

"Murder"

"Absolutely not"

"Gunpowder kitty of death"

"Babe!" You laughed, wacking him in the arm with a cat toy that was laying on the ground.

"Well then, that settles it, Grenade it is" He said triumphantly, before turning your head slightly and catching your lips in a soft kiss.

"I love you dummy" You hummed as his lips parted from yours.

"I love you too babe, and our two new dumb cats" Bakugo sighed happily.

[jobean12-blog]

Everything I Do

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

Word Count: 612

Summary: You’re not feeling the best and Joel takes care of you. 

Author’s Note: Even in apocolyptic times Joel comes through when you’re feeling like poop! I’d love nothing more than to be wrapped up in him forever! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 

Warnings: super fluffy fluff, grumpiness in the best way, soft Joel. 

Joel Miller Masterlist

“Joooeeelllll?”

You lift your head off the couch and look around the small house.

“Joel?”

When you receive no answer you sigh loudly and drag yourself up to trudge toward the back door. As you open it you’re blinded by the late afternoon sun and your continued calls go unanswered.

“Where is he?” you grumble.

Shutting the back door with a slam you shuffle toward the front, hoping to find him out on the porch but before you can reach it you hear the turn of the knob and Joel pushes through butt first.

“There you are!” you admonish, hands on your hips and brows furrowed.

He turns and stares at you before setting down the box he was carrying. He mimics your body positioning but adds the pop of his knee.

“You’re wearing your glasses!” you exclaim, suddenly cheerier. “So cute.”

His eyes narrow and he pushes the glasses up his nose with his pointer finger.

You huff, switching gears again and throwing your arm up in exasperation. “Don’t tell me you’re grumpy too!” you huff, before falling back onto the couch dramatically.

You hear him walk over until he’s standing above you, his lips twitching with a smile.

“Me? Grumpy?” he says incredulously, pointing one thick finger at his chest.

Your eyes narrow before you grab the blanket and roll yourself up in it, hiding away.

“Well, I’m grumpy and tired and crampy and and…you’re extra cute in your glasses.”

Your mumbles trail off and you feel the couch dip when he sits beside you.

“Darlin’” he murmurs as he gently pulls at the blanket.

You let out a small whine and curl up into a ball but when he finally gets your face revealed you give him your best sad eyes.

“Come ‘ere,” he says, starting to lift you into his lap.

Once he has you wrapped in his arms he places a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. You close your eyes and snuggle against his chest with a deep inhale of his skin.

“Where did you go?” you mumble into his neck.

“I was out askin’ around for some stuff…”

He kisses your forehead. Then your cheeks.

“What stuff?” you murmur, turning your face toward him for more kisses.

“Oh I don’t know…some chocolate.”

His kisses move closer to your mouth. “That tea you like…a heating pad.”

Your eyes pop open. “You found a heating pad?!”

He smirks down at you with a slow nod before his lips brush yours.

“Joel…��

Your fingers slide along his neck and into his hair.

“And you thought I was grumpy,” he teases.

“You are,” you whisper against his lips. “But you can’t be grumpy when I’m grumpy because that’s a lot of grumpy.”

He chuckles and pulls away just enough to look at you. “What can I do to help darlin’?”

“Come live in my burrito for a little please?”

Without another word he plucks off his glasses then tugs the blanket from underneath you and starts to wrap you both up. He tucks you into his chest and then gathers the blanket around you more tightly as you lay down on the couch.

“Comfortable?” he asks as his arm circles your waist.

“Mm hm,” you answer, cuddling closer.

His fingers tangle with yours and he brings your entwined hands to his lips, kissing along your knuckles.

“When you’re ready for somethin’ to eat or the heating pad just let me know,” he says quietly.

“Ok…”

He adjusts his head to settle along your shoulder, his lips meeting your skin as his eyes start to close.

“Joel…?”

“Yeah darlin’?”

“Thank you.”

“I love you darlin’.”

“Love you too.”

@laineyreads @beccablogsthings @justkinsey @hiddles-rose @pedritosdarling @blackwidownat2814 @lorilane33 @hallecarey1​ @kmc1989​

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

hi lovely! since you don’t want more percy requests and want some variety, what about headcanons for jason and a burnt out reader (like overworks herself to the point of almost breaking down) maybe a daughter of nike would fit?

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ The Golden Boy And His Bronze Girl

content: jason grace x daughter of nike! reader fic warning: ig minor angst??, crying and emotional stuff but don't worry captain fluff is to the rescue by the end author's note: look, look, i know you said hcs BUT it was such a good prompt that i couldn't help but make it a full fic and also that title came to me in a fever dream and i don't give hcs or blurbs titles so i just had to make it a full fic. also thank you for breaking the percy cycle youre so real for that. also, also, this healed something inside me, so thank you

a three page paper due by friday. ten precalc problems, each taking a whole page to do. spanish and econ quiz, same day next thursday. chemistry lab and lab report. softball tryouts on saturday and immediately after is basketball practice, coach wants to win states this year. and that was all just in one week. the poor daughter of nike was on the verge of a breakdown, she felt like she was falling apart- no, being ripped into shreds. every paper that came back with even a single point off filled her with an insurmountable dread before she shoved it to the bottom of her backpack, never to see the light of day again. More and more papers started coming back like that, each one another hour she stayed up crying while trying to also hyper analyze jane austen for her english class. all she really wanted was to burn all her texts books and her laptop and every single sports jersey and curl up with jason on the couch. and coffee. she really, really wanted coffee.

but she could not get it, as she locked herself in the school library to hopefully get some of this stuff done. she just- she lacked the time. it's not like she wasn't trying, gods know she was doing everything in her power to do it all. but there weren't enough hours in a day. like, ever. around the time her vision started getting blurry as she stared at her chemisty study guide for her test the next day and probably an hour after her headphones died is when she saw heaven. well, the closest thing to heaven she could find on earth. jason grace, her darling boyfriend, walking up shyly with a iced coffee.

"there's my girl. didn't think you'd still be here," jason hummed as he approached, pressing a kiss to her cheek while passing off the coffee. then he froze as big, fat tears started to stream down her face.

"oh, what's wrong?? y/n-"

"i can't- i can't do it anymore. you're too good for me. i- i-" the girl sputtered, the words just coming out of her mouth, unable to think anymore. she's spent too much time thinking today so instead she let her emotions take over, curling into a ball of mushy tears.

"hey, hey," jason cooed, instantly, reaching out and setting a hand on her thigh and running the other through her hair. "talk to me. what's going through that pretty head of yours?"

"it's too much, all of it. i can't keep up, i'm falling behind, jason. the daughter of victory is failing and- and-" y/n all but gasped out, finding small comfort in jason's hands. he just nodded along, a frown on his lips and a twinge of pain in his face. this just made the girl cry harder, feeling like she was spreading her misfortune onto him.

"it doesn't have to be perfect all the time, you know. you're doing the best you can and that's what's important. i'd call that a win," reasoned jason but the girl just shook her head, curling more in on herself.

"if...if i can't be good, if i can't win, then what...what am i? what's the point of me?" she whispered, her eyes widening at this realization and tears steadily rolling down her face.

"you're still you. you're my darling girlfriend. you're the hardest working person i've ever met. you're fun and the light of my life. that's what you are," jason stated, firmly and instantaneously, unwilling to listen to any arguement. the looked up through her fingers and messy hair, meeting his blue eyes and soft smile.

"there you go," he whispered, gently pushing her hands away and replacing them with his own.

"i'm a mess," the girl replied with a puff of laughter, jason nodding his head with a smile.

"yes, yes, you are. but, you're my mess. my beautiful, mess," he added, winking before pressing a kiss to her forehead, the girl doing something close to a giggle but not quite.

"thank you...for all of this," the daughter of nike breathed out after a moment, slowly finding her smile again.

"but most importantly the coffee, right?"

"obviously."

"of course," jason bit back, shaking his head fondly at her before turning back to her stack of text books and promptly slamming them shut.

"hey! i need to finish that!" the girl instantly argued, reaching out for her book desperately. jason instantly pulled the book back, holding it far out of her reach.

"nope! not happening. not today, at least. we're gonna close all these books, put them in your backpack and zip it shut until the morning. then we're gonna go back to my place and you can put those squishy things on both of our faces," ordered jason, working on closing all of her books and packing her up.

"the face masks?" the girl giggled, unable to stop them no matter how much she wanted to.

"yeah, those. c'mon, i'll even let you pick the movie," jason tacked on, offering her a dazzling smile as he zipped up her backpack and slung it over his shoulder.

"you know, one of those papers are due today," y/n subtly tried to argue as she stood up, wiping her face of any tears and latching onto jason's arm.

"looks like your turning it in late. it won't kill you."

"you suck."

"and you'll be thanking me later. did i mention i have ice cream at my house?" jason pretended to think, still trying to win the girl over even though they were steadily walking towards his house.

"no, you did not."

"well...i've got ice cream at my house," he joked, the girl laughing loudly as she clung to him.

"you're so stupid, golden boy."

"maybe, but it made you laugh, bronze girl. that's kinda all that matters to me," jason admitted, looking down at her with the definition of heart eyes and being met with the same look.

"you're such a softie."

"just for you, my love."

[malarign]

five minutes

contains: bf!Sunghoon x gn!reader | genre: fluff | tw! kissing | wc: 0,4k

author’s note: and on that note i wanna thank everybody who participated and enjoyed the requests! it was pretty fun so until the next event like this! love ya! <33

request: Sunghoon + 23 carrying the other in their arms + 46 kisses for comfort

you’ll find this event here!

You lay down peacefully on the couch waiting for Sunghoon to come home from work. Figthing the urge to not fall asleep you scrolled through social media. But with every liked post your eyelids became heavier and heavier, making it much harder to stay awake. Before leaving for work he always repeated: “Don’t wait for me. We have lots of stuff to do before the tour so I’m gonna be late.” But you never listened. Today was no different, yet the amount of errands you had to run and other housework made it impossible to stay for him. Your phone fell from your hand on the pillow and you drifted away to dreamland.

Sunghoon opened the front door as quietly as possible, praying it was finally the day when you listened to him and didn’t wait for him. For a short while, he thought you did since the whole apartment was unusually quiet and the only source of light was a small lamp in the living room. Quietly he made his way to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water when he noticed your form on the couch, curled into a ball. Sighing he smiled seeing you peacefully sleeping and crouched down next to you. He traced your features with his fingers and tucked your hair behind your ear gently.

Sensing somebody’s presence you stirred in your sleep and opened your eyes lazily.

“Hi baby,” Sunghoon murmured with a tired smile.

Glad you finally saw him you smiled and reached your hand to caress his cheek. Seeing how he melted in your touch you closed your eyes not realizing how quickly Morpheus embraced your body.

Half asleep you felt how a pair of strong arms picks you up and carries you to your bedroom. You wrapped your arms around his neck and nestled up to him. Soon you felt how your body is placed on soft bedsheets that you changed that morning. Instead of loosening your grip around his neck you only tightened it and pulled him to the bed with you.

“Baby, I need to shower first,” he chuckled at the clinginess he adored.

“Lay with me for just five minutes, please.” Seeing your pout he couldn’t refuse and laid down next to you. You threw your leg on him cuddling him even closer so that he could feel your breath on his neck. “Tired?” you simply asked. You felt how he nodded in response. Gathering all the energy you had left you looked up at him, meeting his gaze. Cupping his cheek you kissed him softly. It was slow, almost too slow, making both of you even more blissfully tired. Pulling away your faces stayed millimeters apart, the five minutes you asked for extending to the next five, then the next ten, only to doze off completely in each other’s arms.

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[tomssexdoll]

Could you do like a harsh/mean 2015 tom with a sub Afab reader with degrading and daddy kink? I love u pookie wookie beefcake

yesss i love this idea

Dirty slut

PAIRINGS: Tom 2015 x Female reader CONTENT: SMUT + FLUFF SYPNOSIS: Tom came home from band practice, tired and frustrated, they had all been fighting and he decided to take it out on you. A/N: meow WARNINGS: tom!dom, reader!sub, p in v (doggy), degrading, handjob, throatfucking, squirting, overstimulation, usage of 'daddy', choking

I heard Tom's car pull up in the driveway, I ran to the door to greet him but when I opened the door he seemed pissed. "Daddy what's wrong.." I frowned, looking up at him.

"Just the guys.." he mumbled, grabbing a beer and sitting down on the couch, turning on the TV and putting on his favourite program. He patted his lap "come sit prinzessin" he smiled softly, to the best of his abilities.

My eyes lit up and I ran over, sitting on his lap graciously and turning to face him. I admired him as he took long sips from his beer, placing soft kisses on his cheek, down to his neck, sucking sweetly. He groaned softly "baby.." moving his hands down to my ass, grabbing it possesively.

"Let me help you daddy..i'll make you forget about everything.." I shifted in his lap and unbuckled his belt, removing it out of his jeans. He lifted his hips as I tugged on his jeans, pulling them slightly down, taking his cock out of his boxers, continuing to kiss his neck softly, teasing him.

"Don't be a tease.." he growled, grabbing onto my hair tightly. I whimpered from the pain "o-okay daddy..", he smirked and let go, letting me do my thing.

I slowly started to stroke his cock, I felt him shudder as I ran my thumb over his sensitive tip.

I quickened my pace, jerking him roughly, squelching sounds coming from his cock. I smirked as he threw his head back and parted his lips slightly, letting out soft moans. "So good..make daddy cum baby.." he grabbed onto my ass tighter, kneading the flesh.

His cock throbbed in my hand, he reached down and gripped my wrist tightly, guiding my movements as I stroked him. "That's it baby...g'nna cum.." he moaned loudly. His breathing became ragged as he neared his climax.

I latched my lips onto his neck again, kissing his sweet spot. "Fuck!" he yelled out in pleasure, shooting his hot cum all over my hand. His grip on my wrist became loose, wincing at the pain.

"Sorry baby.." he chuckled as he saw the red ring around my wrist from his harsh grip. "Cmon prinzessin, I need you.." he picked me up and grabbed my hand, leading me to the bedroom, practically dragging me.

He slammed the bedroom door behind him and pinned me against the wall, kissing me roughly. Our lips locking together. His tongue trying to make it way into my mouth, he pinched my nipple, causing me to moan and giving him access. Our tongues fighting for dominance, but of course he won.

"Get on your knees baby.." he demanded, pointing to the floor. I obeyed and softly got onto my knees, the cold, hard floor slightly bruising them. "Open" he tapped my chin. I opened my mouth and he shoved his cock inside, thrusting in and out.

"Mm! Too much!" I mumbled on his cock "shut up you little whore, take it" he grabbed the sides of my head and slammed his cock into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat repeatedly.

Tears pricked my eyes, threatening to come out. I whimpered as his pace quickened, choking and gagging on his length. "Hm!" I groaned, his grip on my hair getting tighter as his cock twitched in my mouth. "Fuck! Such a dirty fucking mouth" he spat out, drilling his cock into my throat. Mascara filled tears fell down my cheeks.

Gurgling noises coming from my mouth as he thrusted his cock in and out, small hair strands sticking to my forehead as sweat coated it. Pushing his hips forward, his balls hitting the bottom of my chin. Without warning I felt his thick cum shoot into the back of my throat. He let go of my hair, slowly pulling his cock out. A string of saliva following along.

"Look at how messy you look baby.." he carassed my cheek, wiping saliva from my mouth and popping his thumb in my mouth. I sucked his thumb softly, licking all the saliva and cum off it. "Such a dirty slut" he chuckled darkly, pulling me up.

"Get on all fours on the bed..now" he panted out, I obliged and took my clothes off, climbing onto the bed, the cold breeze hitting my exposed pussy.

I felt the bed dip behind me and his tip brush against my entrance. "Such a pretty pussy..daddy loves it..", I yelped as he smacked my ass roughly.

With one swift motion Tom completely filled me up, I groaned, the pain mixing with pleasure. He pulled out before snapping his hips back into me, pounding his cock into my hole.

"Mm! Harder daddy!" I begged, gripping onto the sheets tightly. He smacked my ass again roughly "don't fucking demand shit, you get what you get" I whimpered "I'm sorry daddy.." I heard him scoff and continue to slam his hips into me, hitting my sweet spot repeatedly.

His brutal pace made my back arch high, "fuckk!" I screamed out in pleasure, his cock brutally abusing my pussy. "Such a dirty fucking girl..such a slut for me.." he grabbed onto my hair, tugging on it roughly, causing me to wince.

My body was so drunk in pleasure that the pain started to fade away, my eyes rolling back, "so good!" I cried out. He was going at such an inhumane pace that I thought my body would explode. I felt that familiar knot in my stomach, signalling I was close to my orgasm.

He continued to pound my pussy, making me scream out in pleasure. With one last stroke my thighs twitched and I came on his cock, my hole clenching around him viciously. He moaned loudly and released his load into me, ropes of thick cum coating my walls.

As I was about to lay down he grabbed my hips tightly again, pushing me back onto his cock, I had a little sense of discomfort "tom no! Too much!" I cried out, the overstimuation hitting me like a truck. "Cmon baby..one more" he growled lowly, pulling me up against his chest, wrapping his hand around my throat, choking me ever so slightly.

"Holy shit!" I whimpered, the new angle causing his cock to feel 10 times bigger. I held onto his arms that were wrapped around my waist as he pounded into me roughly, his balls hitting my pussy.

I closed my eyes tightly, feeling my release approach. His cock punishing my hole evily, leaving no mercy at all. I knew by the end of this I wasn't going to walk for DAYS. But Tom wanted that, he was mean during sex, throwing harsh words at me and degrading me deeply, but I loved it, it made me so wet.

As I opened my eyes again my vision was blurry, looking down and seeing his length dissapear in me and then reappear at lightning speed. It felt so good but also hurt too. The pleasure slowly turning into pain. "Ow daddy!" I whimpered "just take it you whore!" he yelled, his grip on my throat tightening.

"G-gonna cum!" I moaned loudly, as I came a clear liquid followed, squirting all over his cock. My eyes widened, not knowing I could do that. He pounded his cock into me again to get the same reaction and it worked, squirting all over his cock again, "mmm..so sexy..such a good slut for daddy" he groaned into my ear his grip on my throat loosening as he shot his load deep into me, fucking his cum deep into me before pulling out, our juices both dripping out of my pussy.

"Cmere.." he layed back onto the bed, grabbing me and pulling me onto his chest. "Such a good girl..so good for daddy" he kissed my neck softly. He grabbed the sheets and pulled them over us, wrapping his strong arms around my small frame. "I love you daddy.." I whispered in his ear, nuzzling my face into his neck, his chest rose up as he chuckled "I love you too baby.."