#Interlocking toes <3

[that-weeb-in-ur-closet]

Is it so much to ask for?

I just wanna have someone to do this with 😔

[cyancherub]

CASSIE I MISS YOU

PLEASE THE WAY I JUST UNFOLLOWED U ON ACCIDENTDLFG''.;; my fingers are slippery as a greased fish.. THE BOLD LARGE FONT MADE ME LAUGH I MISS U SO MUCH TEE

[nastyaromatherapy]

virgin ethan finally deciding to loose his virginity to reader, who he'd been dating for months now. knows shes the one who he wants to spend the rest of his life with...just super sweet smut with subby ethan and reader practically spoiling him. maybe even some aftercare at the end? hes soso greatful </3 MAYBE could take place on their first valentine's day too...

i need this boy rn

Valentine's Day (18+)

Taking Ethan's virginity on valentine's day.

pairing - virgin!Ethan Landry x fem!reader

idek what this is, js enjoy it

one shot length, 1.5k+ word fic

warnings: oral and PIV with protection, weirdly fluffy, rlly rushed

The loose powder spilled everywhere, making you groan to pick it up. It was the half way marker of your makeup routine, the same one you did for date nights with Ethan. You'd been dating him for about six months, and this would be the two of you's first valentines day together.

The boyfriend effect really affected you. After getting with Ethan you didn't invest as much time or effort into your looks because he didn't care. He always thought you looked gorgeous no matter what. For dates however, you always wanted to spend extra time looking good, especially on holidays like this.

As you swept the powder off the floor with your hands, you wondered what Ethan had in store for tonight. Would he buy you flowers? A new dress?

Flowers.

You ran into Ethan's arms at the park you decided to meet up at, his forearm extending so you didn't crush the bouquet in his hands. The fragrance of your shampoo invaded his sinuses, and he chuckled at the sent he purchased for you. “Happy valentine's day,” he softly spoke after pulling away from the embrace, sheepishly handing you the roses.

You stood on your toes to sweetly peck his lips before landing back on your heels, taking the arrangement of flora in your hands. “Thank you, Eth,” you said, smiling gently at the boy.

“Where do you wanna eat? I heard the new pastry place that opened up was good.” You nodded, liking the idea. “Donuts sound really good,” you beamed.

Donuts.

Ethan wiped the jelly and powder off your lips with his thumb, and when it didn't come off, he licked a napkin and started to scrub your face. “Ethan, gross!” You giggled jokingly, grateful for his affectionate gesture.

“This place is good,” he nodded, biting into his éclair. You agreed and leaned back onto his lap, laying in the grass at the park. The ambience was calm and peaceful. You wanted to lay at that park till nightfall, till the moon reflected in the lake and the street lamps turned on.

Until then, you and Ethan strolled around the streets, talking, drinking random drinks from places you'd never heard of. You walked in your ballet flats and sun dress, goosebumps painting the skin of your legs.

“Cold?” He asked with a chuckle, making you slap his upper arm. “Yeah,” you responded, clinging onto his arm for extra warmth. “We can go home. Actually I wanted to ask you about something.” You stopped your walking and turned to him. “What is it?” He brushed you off, “I'll tell you later.”

Once back at your place, you collapsed on the couch after kicking off your shoes, Ethan following closely behind. "So.. what was it you wanted to tell me?" You asked him. He inhaled, a little nervous, before sitting next to you. “I- you know how I'm a virgin, right?” He asked you to which you nodded in return. “I was wondering if, if you wanted to take my virginity tonight?” He asked just barely above a whisper, making your eyes open up wide like saucers.

“Ethan,” you cooed, your hand finding its way to his knee. “I'd love too.” He softly exhaled as he was holding his breath. His eyes looked up to yours as you climbed onto his lap, your hands behind his neck. You tilted your head before leaning down to interlock your lips with his as you rolled your hips against him. He groaned at the unfamiliar sensation, hands shifting from your hips, thighs, ass, and waist, not knowing where to leave them.

You giggled before pulling away and grabbing his hands to rest on your ass, letting him know he could grope it through your dress. Small grunts continued to leave his lips as you grinded against him. “I'll take care of you,” you whispered into his ear, pink from his fluster.

You climbed off of his lap and reached for your purse on the other cushion. You pulled out a condom, strawberry flavored of course, and left it in your left hand as you unzipped his jeans with your right. His breath hitched when your palm grazed his slowly growing erection through his boxers, only getting larger by your touch.

“Has a girl even touched you like this before?” You asked, looking up at him to meet his eyes. He shook his head, mostly silent to focus on what was happening to him. You kissed a line up his fabric covered shaft causing him to let out a moan, before you stuck your hand past the waistband into his boxers to release his cock. Your eyes lit up at his size, “God you're perfect,” you didn't mean to mutter aloud.

A flush flooded his cheeks from your compliment, and he bucked his hips into your touch as you started to roll the condom onto him, fitting him snug. “Thank you,” he whispered, thankful for your words and eagerness to take him.

You wrapped your fist around his base, not too tight, slowly stroking him. He whimpered when you licked a stripe up his shaft, before wrapping your lips around the head. He closed his eyes, still getting used to the feeling, but when he opened them, he didn't ever want to close them, not even for a blink, again.

He watched as you were happy to please him, pink nails wrapped around his base with another set on his thigh. Your eyes were cast with a red tint as they teared, your sinuses getting clogged. He continued to squirm from the sensation of the blowjob, which he's never experienced. The strawberry taste invaded your palate, only making it more blissful. He was soon a whimpering mess which you found cute, he hasn't even felt your cunt yet.

You pressed your thighs together and moaned onto his cock, growing more aroused by each sound he let loose. You pulled off of him, a trail of saliva stringing off your lips, before pulling your dress over your head, revealing your uncovered tits. His cock twitched at the sight, and you saw how some of the tip of the condom was already bubbling with precum. He whined at the prolonged seconds without your mouth around him.

You climbed onto his lap once more, only in your Brandy panties. “Please,” he begged, wanting to be inside you so badly. “Patience, Eth,” you spoke. You reached up his shirt, caressing his stomach, before helping him pull it off over his head, exposing his toned chest. You quickly slid your panties down to your ankles, eager to take him.

His eyes shut as he muttered “fuck, fuck, fuck's,” when you rubbed his tip against your wet folds. If this was a dream, he didn't want to wake up. “Oh,” you gasped when you poked the tip into your entrance, before fully sitting on him. He arched his back as your walls clamped around him, voice cracking into your ear.

“That okay?” You asked breathily. In response he nodded. “Please keep going,” he begged. You laid your hands on his chest as you bounced on his cock, mouth agape as pretty sounds erupted out. As you rode his sensitive cock, tears welled in his eyes from the intensity. He whimpered excessively as his hand found their way to your waist and breast, lightly squeezing it.

You gasped, mouth shaping into an o as he grasped your tit, making you clench around him just a bit tighter. When he noticed the correlation he continued to massage your breasts, loving the way your walls wrapped around his cock. “You're so tight,” he grunted through gritted teeth.

“Eth, try fucking me,” you taught. You lifted yourself up slightly and laid your hands on his slender shoulders. “Just thrust up- shit!” You cried when he quickly caught on and started plowing into you. “Fuck Ethan, you're gonna make me cum,” you whined into his ear as he fucked your cunt, chest heaving against yours.

He started huffing, biting his lip as he concentrated on his movements. “Fuck, oh fuck I'm gonna cum,” he groaned, leaving you little time to react before burying himself into you and releasing into the condom. Acting quickly, wanting to finish as well, your finger pads made contact with your clit, rubbing circles around it. You moaned as your pussy spasmed, finishing on his softening cock.

He quickly pulled out while holding on the base, and you helped him to remove the condom, leaving it on the coffee table to be cleaned later. You let your head rest in the crook of his neck, heavily breathing together. “Did- did you cum?” He asked after catching his breath, a rookie question. “Yeah,” you panted.

You sniffed in the musky scent of his neck, growing tired on his lap. “Thank you, y/n, that felt so good.” You sighed, “You did so good.” You cupped one of his cheeks and kissed his jawline before speaking, “How's that for a valentine's day gift?” You chuckled against his collar bone. He smiled and wrapped him arm around your waist, pulling you in close. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I love you so much,” he admitted, kissing your head lightly. “I love you too, E.”

[elliereject]

ifhy .1

* in which ellie’s obsession relationship with you begins to sour as your romance with your new boyfriend seems to flourish. it seems she’ll stop at nothing to ensure your happiness, (which you’ll find with her, obviously) even if it means hurting you in the process.

* lowkey obsessive ellie, (I LIKE EM’ A LITTLE CRAZY!), angst + comfort (next chapter(s), infidelity, unrequited feelings yet also mutual pining (just read it like, idk idk I forgot how to do these),lmk if I missed anything!

* im back, ok not really this has been rotting in my drafts forever and I was reading it back and I was like damn I lowk cooked with this. It’s unfinished as of RN but this is only 1/3 of the fic im just splitting it up so u don’t have to wait months,,for it..like my other fics..DONT ASK ME ABT THOSE, cuz I don’t got an answer. IN THE MEAN TIME ENJOY THIS! <3

* mdni (but like if u do wtvr, nothing crazy happens in this chapter)

wc ~ 1.6k

pt. 2 here

Ellie Williams fucking hated you.

Surprisingly, she didn’t at first. In fact, she was in love with you, bordering infatuation.

She had seen you for the first time at the local bookstore before the semester started, you were flipping through a book about time and relativity with a concentrated look on your face. She smiled to herself when she saw you push up onto your toes to reach for another book but to no avail. She took this as an opportunity to walk up to you and reach over your head to grab it, making sure to flex her lean, tattooed arm before placing it in your hand.

Her jade eyes locked on yours and your face heated immediately, you mumbled a “Thank you.” Before scurrying past her to the checkout.

Imagine her surprise when on the first day of classes, she walks into her astrophysics course and sees you, doodling in your notebook with that same concentrated look on your face.

Of course, she sits next to you, flashing that charming smile that has sweat gathering at your hands. She tells you her name then asks for yours and learns about your major, favourite course, and how you’re staying in a little apartment just outside the campus before more students and your professor filed in. You didn’t know why but you just felt so comfortable telling her things, She laughed at your corny jokes and made even cornier ones, and she admired the doodles that covered your notebook and the little duck pen you used.

You didn’t want to speak too soon, but it was safe to say you were harbouring a tiny bit of a crush on her.

Ellie on the other hand, was completely ready to admit it. She felt her love for you grow each second she was around you. Your smile quite literally felt like the sun shining upon her, your laugh made her want to drop her studies of space to pick up stand-up comedy just so she could make it her job to make you laugh. In her eyes, everything you did was perfect. Her thoughts were completely consumed by you, you, you.

And for a few months, things were amazing! You had been introduced to Dina and Jesse and even spent Halloween hanging out with the trio watching horror movies and eating each other's weight in candy. When the holidays rolled around you and Ellie, along with the others, cozied up under some blankets and made fun of cheesy Hallmark movies while she tried her hardest not to interlock her hands with yours even after your pinky brushed against hers for the sixth time.

During finals, Ellie and you organized designated study days that usually ended in giggling at stupid memes on each other's phones or late-night food runs. Of course, there were lingering touches and flirtatious glances here and there but you were too shy to act on it and Ellie would rather die than make you uncomfortable so she kept you just at arm's length. Besides, she knew you were too timid to approach anyone else, so in a way she had you all to herself.

Then, you met him. Some motherfucker whose name she didn’t care to remember. However, she did remember the innate feeling of anger that surged through her body when you gushed to her about him and how he was a history major and the way his glasses framed his face perfectly and whatever the fuck else you found interesting about him.

She nodded and laughed and smiled along with you when you would drone on about him but would excuse herself to the bathroom to tend to the crescent-shaped wounds in her palms from digging her fingers into them so hard.

She tried her best to not show these negative emotions to you because she knew how much you didn’t like when she got mad but fuck was it hard. Especially that one night when you were out with him and you hadn’t replied to her texts in over 5 hours. Man did her drywall take some damage that night.

And when you finally did reply you had completely disregarded her message and went on to boast about the time you had and how gentlemanly he was. All she could do was reply with a dry “sounds like fun🙂” before she went back to throwing a tantrum around her room and tormenting that poor wall…she’d have to remember to buy some spackle before the end of the semester.

Then, there was the time she trekked over to your apartment with some pizza for a surprise movie night and saw the bouquet placed in front of your door. She set the box down to pick up the flowers and read who it was from, her body reacted before she could rethink. She tore the flowers from the beautifully wrapped packaging and stomped on them over and over and over until all that was left were broken stems and tattered petals.

Thankfully, you got home just a few minutes later and missed her outburst. You gasped when you saw the smashed flowers and asked her what had happened, she shrugged and lied easily, claiming it was like this when she got there. She let out a breath when you shook your head and sighed, saying it was probably your next-door neighbor who had always been a bit of a grouch.

She had genuinely thought she was doing a pretty good job of hiding her true feelings for both you and him but it was when you gleefully announced that he was officially your boyfriend she knew she was done for. You squealed and pulled her in for a hug but it felt like her heart had shriveled up into a clump of black coal and woosh like magic, her love for you had turned into something twisted, something possessive.

It was when you invited her over to your apartment to eat dinner with him that she had started considering the idea that you knew she had a crush on you and you were just fucking with her emotions for fun.

How could you start dating, let alone seeing some random ass motherfucker when she was right here! She knew she could treat you better than he could even dream of, she knew everything about you and she’d make it known to you how perfect she was for you, one way or another.

That night at dinner she sat uncomfortably as you fluttered around your tiny kitchen, adding last-minute touches to the spaghetti you made and despite the grumble in her tummy it felt like she had no appetite when she watched the hungry way he looked at you, as if you were a juicy steak and he was a starved wolf.

Once you were finished plating the food and placing it on the table you sat down eagerly and tried your best to mediate the obvious tension.

“Soo uh, Ellie, you’ve been really into watercolour recently right?” You beamed.

“Uh-huh.” She said dryly, twirling her spaghetti around her fork.

“Oh that’s cool, you know watercolour as an art form has been around since Egyptian times! It’s funny to think that like—Cleopatra was painting with water and grapes or something!” He spoke and you giggled like it was the funniest joke in the world. She shot you a look that said really? because she knows she could make a joke that was way funnier, and would expel your real laugh.

“That’s cool. You know how to shut the fuck up?” She mumbled into her bite of spaghetti.

“Sorry?” He asked and you gave her a sideways glance.

She smiled tightly and swallowed before answering, “Just said that’s cool!”

Dinner dragged on as he droned about the history of the Renaissance or fucking Christopher Columbus, she didn’t actually know, she tuned him out. After you cleared the plates, you ushered them into your cozy living room for a movie and when you excused yourself to the bathroom she plopped down on the couch next to him, subtly pulling out her switchblade.

“So, Kevin—“

“Actually my name—“

“I don’t give a fuck what your name is, matter fact I don’t give a fuck about you in general. What are your intentions with ★?”

The man tensed up as Ellie expertly spun the blade around in her fingers.

“Uh—I mean, she seems cool and dating her has been pr—“

“Cool?” Ellie scoffed, “She’s fucking perfect, and I hope you know whatever you have going on with her right now? It won’t last. Soon she’s gonna see you for the limp-ass motherfucker you are.”

He was taken aback, “What?—I’m sorry, did I do something to offend you?”

“Your whole existence offends me.” She rasped, inching her blade closer to his neck. “She’s not meant to be with you.”

He furrowed his brows, “You like her, don’t you?”

Ellie rolled her eyes, “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

Before he could reply you were back from the bathroom and she slipped her blade back into her pocket and got up with a firm grip on his shoulder.

“What were you two talking about?” You asked as you grabbed a bag of chips from your small coffee table and tore into them.

“Oh you know, girl talk.” She smiled, digging her blunt nails into his shoulder. Translation: don’t say a fucking word.

You rolled your eyes playfully like you even had a clue of what was going on, “He’s not a girl, dumbass.”

She shrugged, stepping away from her previous seat to plop down on the other small sofa.

The rest of the night proceeded relatively smoothly, your boyfriend had been so shaken up by Ellie’s words that even with you sitting next to him he kept his distance with worried glances toward Ellie now and then. Ellie crunched on her popcorn happily and watched the movie with a satisfied smile and a chipper aura.

— ★

🤔 shall I put out the second part? only time (and interactivity! 💝 pls don’t let this flop) will tell!

[jinkookspencil]

one to seven | jjk

you're finally ready to get intimate with your boyfriend one day... but it quickly turns into seven...

pairing: jk x chubby reader (f)

words: ~6.3k

tags and description: fluff but suggestive 18+ (read note) / established relationship but it’s early on in the relationship / i hope this is clear in the fic but it’s divided into seven days and the first bit before ‘one’ takes place during the seventh day, then it goes back to one (the first day) and leads up to that beginning (seven) / probably could be considered slice of life but yn does go through some sort of change/arc since yn is insecure.... at first / one-shot / obviously inspired by seven by jungkook / as requested by this anon! tysm for requesting!!

note on the rating and label: i labelled this suggestive, but it’s really all about sex (since it’s inspired by seven) and yn’s relationship with sex, especially in relation to jungkook / with that all said, i wouldn’t consider this smut because even though it’s all about sex, it doesn’t really go into them actually doing it and describing sex in graphic detail. that is what i stopped writing. this fic has more of the build up and the ‘after’ - the time surrounding the actual sex. i think this is as ‘nsfw’ as i’m willing to go. it alludes to many different aspects of sex though (yn is having fun).

author’s note: these past few days, i’ve been quite down. jungkook made me smile more than people i know and needed in real life, so i’m always thankful to him, but i’m also very thankful to the community on here and the anon who requested. writing this kept my mind busy on nights that were otherwise heartbreaking and tiresome for me - if i didn't spend those nights writing this, i probably would have cried myself to sleep. so really, thank you. i'm so happy to have this community and the other requests in my inbox to work on and give me joy in the meantime. i needed this, and the fact that i hit a follower milestone on here (1k yay!) while writing this makes it all the more meaningful. thank you guys. i hope you guys enjoy reading this, please let me know what you think <3 💕🌻

The sunlight streaming in beneath the curtains wakes you, interrupting the pitch-black darkness of Jungkook’s bedroom… But your boyfriend’s arm, suddenly wrapping around your naked torso calms your aching body.

Just a week ago, you’d been too shy to be so intimate with your boyfriend. Sure, you’d been together for months, but that’s how long it took for you to finally get comfortable enough - and Jungkook, the angel that he was, waited. Instead of making love, he spent all his time proving his love, kissing you as you liked, praising you, making sure you were always comfortable and always knew what you deserved… as well as how deeply he felt for you. He never rushed, never complained - only pleaded to be kissed and touched in the ways you were comfortable with, never more.

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one

It was a regular Monday when everything changed. No sudden, irresistible ‘turn-on’. No sudden urge of sexual desire that overwhelmed your senses. Not even a sexy picture from Jungkook - those he loved to send just because it made him happy to do so (and to receive compliments from you).

But rather, it was a settling feeling of happiness and contentment that did it. A magical ‘you know when you know moment” that shook your entire world and made itself apparent… when he sent you an adorable selfie of himself in a frog hat at work with the caption "prince charming". As expected, he was still wearing said hat when greeted you at his front door with a wide smile and wide arms, and you pull the hat off of him when you tip-toe to kiss him.

This was home.

A hearty meal (that Jungkook prepared himself) later, you stop the movie you’re watching and move to touch your boyfriend’s cheek. “I kinda really wanna make out with you, Koo.” He wastes no time and your lips are interlocked in seconds. You place Jungkook’s hesitant hand above your waist, guiding his fingers to the hooks of your bra, but he moves it swiftly to tug at your neckline and kiss you on your shoulder, where you’d just begun allowing him to kiss.

“I hope I’m loving you right, baby,” he whispers onto your skin, pecking it once more.

The words broke your heart. Of course, he was loving you ‘right’. His efforts did not go unappreciated or unseen, especially after years of heartbreak and boys who saw you as nothing but 'beautiful on the inside,' fetishes, momentary and secretive pleasures, or simply not a girl worth sticking around for. Jungkook, on the other hand, was almost hard to tame. He praised you constantly, but never just your appearance and never just in private. Early on, it seemed that neither of you was into PDA, but soon enough Jungkook was mindlessly touching, kissing, and holding you in public - and you found out that you actually loved it. You loved him.

“You’re loving me right, Jeon Jungkook,” you whisper back into his hair to reassure him, and you feel him smile against you.

“You deserve the world. You’re my world,” he says, breaking away to look at you and cup your cheeks, only for you to pull him closer once more, and he yelps when you return his hand where you’d wanted it. “Cheeky!”

“Jungkook, I’m ready. I'm ready to...,” you announce in a blurt, placing your hand on his chest.

“What? Hun, if this is about what I said, I didn’t mean-“ he panics.

“I knew I was ready before you’d even opened up your beautiful mouth, Koo. I saw the frog hat, and I just knew."

“Do you have a ‘thing for frogs’? Is that what did it? You’re teasing me, aren’t you?” he giggles. “Very funny. Let’s just kiss-"

“I want this, Jungkook. I want you. I’m scared… but I want you.”

Immediately, his eyebrows furrow, and he’s staring at your lips attentively. “What are you scared of, my angel?”

You’re unable to look at your boyfriend anymore, hanging your head low. “I'm afraid that you won’t like my body. I wouldn't have taken this decision if I didn't know for certain that you found me beautiful but... I'm still scared. Because what if you change your mind? I waited until I knew I wanted to be with you fucking forever, and… if you change your mind about me -”

Jungkook pokes his cheek with his tongue - and it’s so attractive but so damn nerve-wracking that you’re unable to complete your thought, the deep-rooted fear inside your head, and your voice trails off.

He breaks away, cupping your cheeks. “Look at me,” he says. When you muster up the courage to do so, he is already staring into your eyes. “I could never change my mind about you. What did I say, hmm? You’re my fucking world, and I already want that forever too.” He plants a soft kiss on the edge of your lips before continuing. “I know saying 'don't be scared' might not calm your nerves, but I mean it if that's what you're afraid of. I've felt your body, love. I've seen you a million different times and I think you're gorgeous every single time. I never said this to you before because I never wanted to pressure you, and I want to, you know, love you right, which is respectfully and the way you deserve, but baby… I’ve wanted to see... kiss your body for ages. Do you know how many times I’ve dreamt about this? About seeing you? About making love with you? I want you - in every single way possible.”

"You've been so patient, and I know it must've been hard... I'm sorry, Koo," you mumble, tears forming at your waterline as you take a deep breath.

“Don’t be, my angel,” he whispers, pulling you in for a hug and kissing your forehead. “I want you even if sex was entirely off the table because I want you.

When you first told me about everything, it's clear you went through a ton of shit you didn't deserve. It makes me so furious but I’m glad you know what you deserve. Someone who listens to you, who makes you feel comfortable and safe, and loves you. I’m trying to be that guy because you’re the girl worth waiting for, baby. The girl worth a thousand, million universes rather than this world alone…. and I love you more than anything.”

He kisses you, deeply and truly, more passionately than he’d ever done - and you know you meant your words as well.

“I love you more than you can imagine, and I said what I said too… I- I want..you, Jungkook. I’m ready,” you say, leaning in with your breath ghosting his lips.

“Are you su-“

“I’m sure, Koo…. I’m wearing lingerie under these clothes,” you whisper with a giggle that he echos.

“Oh, my love….” Jungkook says fondly, inching closer towards you to kiss you once, then staring into your eyes as he pulls you into a hug and moves a hand to rest where you’d wanted it before holding your hand with the other, kissing your knuckles as he led you into the bedroom. But he quickly lets go. In a flash, Jungkook hurriedly dashes around his room, muttering to himself while lighting every candle he owns. “I need to make this romantic - my girl deserves ultimate romance! If I’d have known I would’ve gone all out, I would’ve… I don’t know what I would’ve done other than jack myself off beforehand at the thought of it finally happening, but - fuck, Jungkook, what are you saying? No, it’s good you didn’t tell me beforehand. God, you’re so hot for being spontaneous.”

Jungkook ends his panicked monologue entirely relaxed and only an inch away from you, his demeanor transformed, and your endeared giggles stop at the scene of it all becoming very real.

“Stop me whenever you want me to,” he whispers, caressing your face.

You nod with a smile as you sit back on his bed, taking a deep breath when Jungkook hovers over you and helps lift your dress over your head, leaving you in the new silky lingerie set you’d bought.

It was hard to ignore the excitement on Jungkook's face, of which he made no effort to hide. “My beautiful girl,” he says, taking in the sight of you before finally looking at your face once again and pressing his lips against yours, undoubtedly feeling the rush of your heartbeat with your chest against his and his fingers at your neck.

“Let me ease your mind,” he whispers, letting his hands wander to your hips, gripping them as he lowers himself until he is face to face with your waist. He was steady in his pace, still not rushing while he kissed your waist and up and down your torso with careful touches…. despite the fact that he soon tore your new lingerie into pieces.

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two

Jungkook wakes up beside you the same way he’d made love to you both times the previous night: slowly and gently. Vanilla, just like the scent you inhale on the arm he wraps around you, but passionate and caring in a way that proved your feelings about him, and his towards you. Just what you needed.

The love and care he showed you that morning, from the sudden morning fuck session to the following hours twisted in bedsheets grazing each other's skin, and the soothing, soapy shower you took together, were among the most blissful moments in your entire life. Refreshed and giddy, you meet Jungkook in his kitchen in just your bra and one of his oversized tees - the most naked or revealing you'd been in front of him, save for the night before and the morning you'd spent together…. There probably was no need to cover up anymore, you happily thought… until he seemed to notice your stretch marks.

“Next time, we’re keeping the lights on. How’d I not notice these last night? Or in the shower?” he asks curiously, pausing while plating your meal just to see the lines at your hips.

“You were probably too mesmerized by my beautiful eyes,” you joke, ruffling his hair as he bent down to inspect your marks.

“Way more than just your eyes, baby,” he giggled. “Do you have them anywhere else? I think I see some on your thighs.”

“Yeah and on my stomach too. They’re all over,” you say, showing him, before finally dropping the question on the tip of your tongue. “Are they… a turn-off?”

“A turn-off? Not in the slightest. Why would they be?” he questions curiously.

“People don’t usually like em,” you say, grabbing Jungkook’s arm. “My skin isn’t ‘picture perfect.”

“It’d be boring if it is. Mine isn’t. Look at the arm you’re holding, babe. I added tattoos so my skin wouldn’t be picture-perfect, baby. Except your markings are entirely your own, and hey, the way they look like roots? It’s almost poetic, isn’t it? Wow.”

You kiss his lips immediately, tasting the berries he’d whipped up into your smoothies - but the breakfast was quickly forgotten. Jungkook places you onto the kitchen counter instead, tracing and kissing every mark on your body so lovingly with the daylight shining onto you…. and you’d discovered that Jungkook ate everything with passion and furrowed brows.

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three

Though you’d been spending days with Jungkook already, Wednesday was the day you had a planned date - one that was actually outside, after the back-to-back days spent intertwined all around his apartment.

A knock was at your door just as you were putting on the final touches to your outfit - a dainty set of gold jewelry - and you were still fiddling with the earring when you answered.

Jungkook showed up at your place to pick you up, dressed in a grey, collared shirt with a striped tank top underneath - adorable enough to drive you crazy - but more importantly, he’d shown up with a heartwarming bouquet of sunflowers in one hand and a picnic basket in the other - but he drops both at the sight of you.

“Oh baby,” are the first words Jungkook says, rushing in to pull you into a kiss. “Can we forget about the picnic? This… this is my fantasy.” His finger skim over the cotton fabric at your hips, scrunching up the fabric over your thighs.

“It’s forgotten,” you reply, letting his hand wander. “Tell me all your fantasies, Kook.”

“You, my dream girl. You’re my fantasy….. and fucking said dream girl - you - in a sundress… oof. This was… This always was….”

A laugh escapes you and a feeling of comfort floods your senses, seeing marvel on Jungkook’s face as he studied the floral dress that lay on your body. Neither of you bothered to move about the apartment for a while, kissing, touching, and more then and there behind the front door, until Jungkook pulled his hand from within your underwear to tug the dress off your body, revealing your sheer slip underneath.

“No fucking way,” he sighs, placing his hand behind you, fingers digging into your plush thighs and swiftly lifting you in his hands. With Jungkook still kissing your clavicle and ignoring your fearful, pleased shrieks, you have no choice but to comply, wrapping your legs around him and edging closer to his body, giggling as Jungkook rushes to the couch.

“Ride me? Ride me in this, pretty?” he pleads, kissing your neck once more before already leaning back.

“I’m scared, my love. What if I crush you?” you say, skimming his abs.

“Oh, wait - there’s another fantasy,” he proclaims with a smirk. “I’ll be fine. If you’ve crushed exes in the past, I’m actually jealous. though they probably weren’t strong enough.”

“No one ever wanted me on top, JK… but I guess you're strong enough since no one ever carried me like that before.”

“Fucking weak ass idiots. I don’t want to think about that now. I want you on top of me… in this pretty little dress that lets me see… everything,” he gasps, cupping your breast over the fabric before quickly adding, ”…if you’re okay with it.”

“Tell me if I hurt you,” you say as you help undress him.

“You could never.”

+

You could never forget the whimpers and the laughs you’d heard from Jungkook that evening, both when you’d asked him the same question. “Am I doing okay?” in the heat of the moment, was met with an ineligible whimper you’d heard for the very first time from Jungkook, who could only respond as such for minutes.

“Fuck, yes, you— you’re doing so good, baby,” he let out, continuously praising you afterwards, even until you asked the question again.

“Was that okay?” you ask him breathlessly when it was all over. He burst into a laugh, and if he hadn’t held onto your body so tightly, you’d have thought he was laughing at you.

“Okay? OKAY?! Honey…,” he starts, placing soft kisses on your skin as he talks. “Let me explain…This angle was… the way I could see you... your body...… and what you were doing to me. Oh, what did you do to me?! The way you wrapped around me, the way you rode… It was just right. And the fact that it’s your first time in that position? Then you pinned me down and I lost myself, I really did. You’re not a mortal human. You’re a witch. Some sex witch. That’s what you are - and you took my soul pleasuring me like that. No… no human woman could ever ride that way… that well. I’ve never felt that good… ever.”

Finally reassured, you wrap your arm around his tattooed one. “My spell worked! I’m glad you felt so good, baby.”

Jungkook sits upright, holding your hand. “Wait, did you feel okay? How was it for you?”

At that, you grab one of your nearby pillows to cover half your face, your shyness returning merely to answer his question honestly. “Jungkook… I know you’re big, but I’ve never felt you that deep before.”

“And? Does it hurt?” he asks with wide, concerned eyes that briefly trail down your sweaty body and how the fabric clung onto it even more.

“A bit,” you admit, throwing the pillow aside. “But it was… very good and very fun once I got over the scare and saw that you seemed to be enjoying yourself, playing with my tummy and tits and all, lifting me up a little too….” You trace his arms, hesitantly finishing the rest of your thought. “And then your hands stayed at my hips and ass. Albeit I missed the beginning, but god, was it heavenly - with your moans and the way you looked so helpless, in awe... pleased... because of me…. I kinda liked seeing you under me then, I liked having that….,” you pause, holding Jungkook’s face in your hands. “To have that control over you. To see you moan like that because of me. It was fun, baby. I wanna ride you again.”

“Yeah?” he asks, laughing again, and even harder when you nod eagerly.

“Oh, baby… You’re in for way more fun than you ever imagined.”

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four

Jungkook reluctantly left your apartment the next day and kept his promise to return by bedtime. But when he shows up at your door at midnight, entirely devoid of color, you’re concerned.

“I know I look like shit, and I do feel like shit, but I’m okay,” he says instantly, quickly explaining that because he’d been spending his days and nights with you, he’d barely had time to go to the gym, so he’d crammed in an intense session before the planned picnic the day before and spent hours boxing after leaving you that next morning.

“Couldn’t you have told them you’re doing enough cardio with me?” you joke, poking his arm, but Jungkook winces through his smile and grazes where you’d touched him - this was the most he’d do to admit that he was so sore.

You wrap your arms around your boyfriend to envelope him in a tight hug, and he does the same, squeezing your soft body and letting out a moan as he does so. “This feels so good. So cozy.”

“Then it’s just cuddles for you today, baby,” you say, rubbing his back and tapping his ass gently. “I’ll go change out of all this lingerie I’m wearing underneath.”

“No, no, no,” Jungkook pouts, shaking his head, nudged in the crook of your neck, as he begins to tug at the hem of your shirt. “My body is still strong, I promise. You proved that you’re not a mere mortal - I’m the same! I won’t let my physical human-appearing body stop me - wait, don’t learn this lesson from me, by the way. You have to tell me whenever you’re in pain, okay?”

“Okay,” you groan.

“Are you still in pain, actually? From all the riding?” Jungkook says teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows, with his hand softly resting on your stomach.

"Yeah, a little - especially this morning. But it’s like my body craves you so much that it basically got over it by nightfall… that doesn’t mean you’re not sore, though, Koo.”

“Please, baby,” he protests, kissing you. “I want you. It’ll help me forget the pain…. Do you really have lingerie under there?”

You allow Jungkook to pull up your top to see your breasts, held just right in pink lace.

“Fucking hell,” he says, rushing to take your top off when you let it drop over your body. “Please tell me you’re down to fuck.”

“Jungkook!” you yelp, pushing your boyfriend’s ticklish fingers aside until you’re able to hold his hands. “You’re in pain, and you’ve been making me feel better all week, baby… Let me do the same for you, hmm? Please?”

Jungkook cocks his brow as a reflex but doesn’t move. He lets you caress his face and kiss him deeply before leading him into the bedroom. He doesn’t say anything beyond quiet gasps of amazement when you begin undressing, down to your lingerie, nor does he say anything when you take off his clothes for him and push him onto the bed...until you let your hand skim down his torso...

“I can fuck, I promise,” Jungkook says in a panic. “Fuck… Are you su…?”

Looking up, you see anticipation in his eyes, his gaze flickering between himself and your salivated lips. You’ve never done this to him before. Surely, he’d been wanting it, and still, he never rushed you… It’s best you hurry up to it.

“Shut up, Jungkook,” you say. “Let me swallow your damn pride.”

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five

It was no lie you’d blushed often after your first night together - merely days ago - and though you’d had each other a number of times since, Jungkook kissed every inch of your face every time it flushed in the slightest. It was only natural for you to do the same to him when he spent the entire morning after your fourth night together flustered.

“You told me not to be shy, and now you’re going all red?” you giggle, kissing your boyfriend’s red ear.

“I can’t help it,” he says, touching where you’d kissed him. “My girlfriend is a fucking sex witch… Wh-where did you learn to do that?”

“The noises you made were a pretty good indication of how you like it,“ you say, letting your hand trail down his chest.

“…God you sound so fucking cocky right now, and it’s turning me on even more”, he groans, his hand resting over yours but letting you lead the way rather than guiding it himself.

“So…. you liked it, huh? Me taking control a little?”

“A little? Hun….” he trails off, so you kiss his forehead. “Can you….”  He fiddles with his fingers and his face flushes again, so you kiss his lips. “Aish....” he giggles, trapping your arms to finish his sentence in peace. “Baby, can you…. Can you boss me around again tonight?”

“You want me to dominate you?” you ask, taken aback.

A wide smirk appears on Jungkook’s face.

+

Such a request proved to be a night for your classic black lace lingerie set, with matching robe and dark lipstick… but Jungkook smiles too innocently when you enter the dimly lit bedroom, looking as such.

“I can’t be all bossy if you look at me like that, Koo.”

“I can’t change my round face and round eyes, baby… but then again, I thought you couldn’t switch up your ‘sweet, innocent girl’ persona until yesterday,” he smiles.

You roll your eyes. “Keep saying more things like that. That’ll make it easier to dominate you. I’m not so innocent, you know?”

“Oh, I know. I was there last night.”

“I have no idea how to go about this,” you admit, shoulders dropping in front of your boyfriend. “Tell me what to do.”

“No - you tell me what to do. Boss me around a little. No ‘please’. No pet names for now. Just commands. Tell me exactly what you want. What you want me to touch. What you want me to do What you want me to say. I'll help, and the instructions will help me please you just the way you like it in the future.”

“And if you get uncomfortable?”

“We have the safe word.”

A final kiss and nod of reassurance give you all you need to go on.

Trying it out, you manhandle your incredibly strong boyfriend until his arm wraps around your waist, his left hand resting just where you wanted it at your hip, while you guide the other hand to your heat. Already, you’re electrified by the control and decide to prolong this for as much as possible…. Might as well have some fun...

“First things first….” You say, backing away to lie on the bed and gently pushing Jungkook off when he follows, so he still stands in front of you, waiting. “Strip. To that song from your Calvin Klein ad.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

+

Jungkook was a smartass. He clearly didn’t mind being bossed around for a little - the ‘clear instructions’ did help him, and he seemed to be enjoying every minute of it, as he’d claimed - but when you’d tapped out from it all at dawn, there was not only amusement behind the smile on his face, but pride as well.

“That’s my girl,” he said, kissing your hand when you were both ready to pass out. “Oh, I worship you.”

The little brat knew the effect it’d have on you, and you didn’t wait until the next morning to call him out on it.

“Did you want me to take control because you thought it’d make me more confident?” you ask while Jungkook cleans you up, and he smiles at your question.

“If you feel that way, it’s all you, baby,” Jungkook says, kissing your body. “Is that how you feel?”

“I feel… powerful,” you admit.

A moan promptly escapes Jungkook at your words, and his kisses grow hungrier, finally meeting your lips and letting out another noise when you tug at his lips. Jungkook only breaks away to look into your eyes and sigh in adoration before kissing you once more.

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six

The night made you feel like a whole new woman. And you were ready for more, too, feeling the urge to grab Jungkook the moment you wake up…. but you soon realize you had his bed to yourself. Seeing the messy sheets and his hairbrush tossed onto the mattress, you briefly recall being nudged awake at noon and him muttering some words about a sudden work meeting. A Post-It note tacked onto the bedside table backed up the fact with a short message in Jungkook’s handwriting.

“Baby - Got called into the company. I’ll be there til 7 at least. Text me when you’re awake. I love you.”

Washing up didn’t do anything to wash away the urge to have Jungkook once more - if anything, it only prolonged your steaming shower. Wrapped up in a robe with nothing to do in your boyfriend’s apartment on a quiet Saturday, you get an idea.

Risque pictures were never something you’ve done before, and an hour passes by the time you’re comfortable with the ones you’ve taken. Looking through your camera roll, you weave through and delete awkward photos until you were left with a variety of shots that left you surprised by how hot you’d looked, whether you were entirely bare or with the lingerie you’d worn the night prior.

Though it’d been the afternoon and a long while since you’d woken up, you send the photos to Jungkook.

you🌻 [5:01pm]: “good morning baby :)” (5 attachments)

A text arrives a minute later.

jk💕💫 [5:06pm]: “Oh fuck.”

jk💕 💫[5:09pm]: “what have i done”

jk💕💫 [5:09pm]: “what have YOU done”

you🌻 [5:13pm]: “well besides take the photos, i took a very, very long, very hot shower… since you’re not here. hope you’re having fun at work xx”

No texts arrive while you lounge around the apartment in one of Jungkook’s T-shirts, reveling in the image of him being hot and bothered for you during some meeting … but close to an hour later, you hear the familiar beeps of the keypad at Jungkook’s front door.

Your boyfriend storms through the door with furrowed brows and a stern look, his jacket thrown aside and his shirt already off of him and discarded by the door. Somehow, he manages to squiggle out of his trousers on his way to you, and he’s naked save for his boxers by the time he gets to you on the couch - which all took mere seconds.

“Jungkook!” you squeal with joy when he lunges at you, biting your neck and quickly taking off the t-shirt you were wearing. His bites resume at your clavicle and above your chest, which he aggressively holds in his hands, tutting at the fact that you hadn’t worn any underwear or a bra underneath it. But his fingers move to the small of your back, forcefully pushing your hips upwards and towards him while he wedges his leg between your thighs.

“Brat,” he whispers. “Missed me, huh?”

“You’re one to talk. What happened to staying til 7?” you quickly ask.

“Fuck that,” he says, continuing to kiss you, but soon you’re unable to let go of a nagging worry.

“Baby,” you stop him, placing your hands on his bare shoulders. “I don’t want the boys to hate me. I don’t want to be the reason you’re missing work.”

“You’re saying this now? After you sent me the sluttiest photos I’ve ever seen in my life? While knowing I was at work? And right before the fucking we were going to do because of said photos?” Jungkook asks with raised brows, but you feel his shoulders slouch, and he squeezes between his eyebrows before his hands stroke your arms.

“Baby, it’s fine. I guess I have something to say about it, too. Taehyung hyung…… fuck… he accidentally saw the photos. I was so distracted and obviously aroused by your nudes that I just stared into my phone for a damn while. He was sitting right beside me and peeked. Since I gave him an earful for not looking away until I caught him, he’s apologizing by covering for me. I’m sorry he ever saw it, baby. And for what it’s worth, they all told me they love you already - apparently, I’ve never been so giddy. They can’t wait to meet you, honey….So even though it’s unfortunate that he saw it… at least we get to fuck, mm?”

Smiling, you hold Jungkook’s hands in yours and kiss him quickly. “So… Taehyung didn’t look away, huh?”

Jungkook’s jaw drops, and for the first time in your relationship, he looks genuinely irritated. “And why do you care?”

“I like knowing I’m sexy, boo,” you say, leaning back on your hands. Jungkook seemed to be just as you expected and hoped him to be - the jealous type. “Aren’t you proud to have such a hot girlfriend? One the guys are so jealous of?”

Jungkook’s eyes turn feral, and suddenly, he lunges at you with the same hunger he’d met you with earlier. His lovebites on your neck and shoulders are sure to leave very visible marks, and you couldn’t be happier.

Suddenly, he whips his head up, his nose brushing yours, while his fingers wrap around your neck, grazing over where his mouth had been.

“Listen to me, brat,” he says, obviously resisting the smirk that appears on his face when he catches your knowing, anticipating glare. “I think I let you have too much fun, hmm?”

You nod, slowly, and his fingers tighten around your neck while his other hand finds your chin.

“Don’t you ever forget: I’m yours.”

+

The both of you try to catch your breath, and Jungkook realizes that tears are streaming down your face before you do. His behavior stops at once.

“Baby? Baby, what happened? Did it hurt? Was I too much? I’m sorry,” he says with a croak in his voice, kissing your wet cheeks.

Your angel - though minutes ago, it seemed as though Jungkook had transformed into your own personal sex demon, torturing you with endless, repetitive, fiery bouts of pleasure. It felt too good - why were you crying?

“Jungkook, no,” you let out, catching your breath. “No, it was… electric. Can you cry from feeling too good?”

He lets out a sigh of relief as he wraps his arm around your sweaty waist. “I’ve read once that it can happen to some people, yeah. I’m just glad to know you’re okay.”

“Angry sex hits different I guess,” you say. peeking at Jungkook through your periphery. His eyes seem to be wet too.

“I still haven’t forgotten what you said, you know?” he says, bringing his leg up to wrap around your thighs in a cuddle. “Are you really happy that Tae saw your photos? You want him to think you’re hot? Do you think he's hot?”

“I don’t care at all, my love,” you say, softly scratching Jungkook’s scalp and seeking his gaze. “I just had an urge. To fuck or be fucked angrily - but the thing is, you never get angry. I figured jealousy might do the trick, but… it was childish, and I didn’t mean what I said in the slightest - so I’m sorry.” Jungkook remains silent, tracing the marks on your stomach in thought, so you go on.

“You fuck me passionately enough, Koo - too passionately, even - if that’s what you’re wondering. I guess what I said is only half the truth. I knew it might work because I get jealous over you, too, you know? I get angry. Sure, it’s rare nowadays since you’re always there for me and make my world happier and calmer…. but I guess I buried my anger and jealousy, how pent up I can sometimes get seeing other girls - models, idols, staff, fans… everyone - they ogle you and visibly want you for themselves… and I won some cosmic lottery because you’re you and you’re mine! Naturally, I get worried. Jealous.”

He takes a deep breath, and you quickly whisper an afterthought. “I hoped you felt the same way about me. That I’m yours.”

Jungkook sits up, grazing your hair now, before placing a soft kiss on your forehead…. and flicking it right afterward. “My beautiful idiot - and I will only call you an idiot this one time because you’re acting like one! Did you miss the part where I gave Taehyung an earful? I know he respects me, and he respects you, but I still got jealous that he even saw it. I rushed here, so hot and bothered and ready to fuck because of the photos but also because of that anger. I wanted to fuck my beautiful girl. You know how you say you love it when I wrap my arm around you in public - I do that all the time since you said it, but do you know the first time I did it was because a guy wouldn’t stop staring at you? It’s happened far too many times.”

“I was probably too happy to have your arm around me to notice,” you whisper.

“Maybe, baby. Exactly, actually. Baby, you need to look at me when you see those girls you mentioned because if you do, you’ll see what they see: someone so ridiculously in love already. I never took notice because ever since I met you… every other girl ceased to exist in my eyes. The only one I see is my beautiful smartass witch who has taken over my brain and magically transfigured herself into my whole world.” You chuckle, but he goes on. “My love, I can’t tell you not to get jealous. God knows I can’t stop myself, either. But if there’s one thing in the world you shouldn’t worry about, it’s me thinking of anyone else.”

“Neither should you, Koo,” you say, holding onto him.

“I’m yours… and you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, and you’re mine,” you repeat, tears streaming down your face once more.

And once again, Jungkook kisses your tears away before kissing you more deeply, and you discover make-up sex to be more passionate than angry sex.

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seven

The sunlight streaming in beneath the curtains wakes you, interrupting the pitch-black darkness of Jungkook’s bedroom… your boyfriend's arm wraps around you, pulling you tightly against his body in his sleep. You remain that way, happily pressed against him and breathing to the magically rhythmic beat of Jungkook’s snoring and mumbling. A feeling of sleepiness returns as you close your eyes with your mind drifting away in your feelings of contentment… so much so that you don’t notice that his snoring has stopped.

“I think I met you in another life,” he whispers.

Sharply exhaling at the most romantic words you’d heard your entire life, you face Jungkook, brushing away the hair on his face, and to your shock, he opens his eyes widely.

“Oh, baby. I didn’t realize you were up,” he mumbles, with his face flushing.

“I think so too,” you say back, instantly kissing your boyfriend and suddenly bear-hugging him underneath the covers. Ready to fall asleep once again, you rest your head on Jungkook’s shoulder while he moans, happy as ever to lay underneath the weight of you…. but you soon pull away to confirm your suspicion. He is excited.

“Oh, Jungkook, baby…. With the week we’ve had…. I’m exhausted,” you admit while still clinging onto him tighter.

“It’s not a week yet, baby,” he moans, his hand finding the small of your back. “I’ll take it slow.”

“You’re lucky it’s Sunday, and that we have the whole day to ourselves, you little sex demon,” you say, grazing up his chest until your fingers find his nape and you’re able to pull him in for a sleepy, sloppy kiss and mindless touches.

“Let’s sleep in.”

[linorachas]

#3 | bang chan

tags: toys, public space, established relationship, implied exhibitionism, once again chan is a little mean and i want him

buy me coffee?

When Chan tells you he’s got you a gift, he knows the last thing you expected was for it to be a sex toy.

It was pink, small and slim, curved a little at the tip and just a little bigger than his middle finger.

At first glance, it looked harmless. When Chan lays you down on the bed and eats you out until your toes are curling and your back is arching, you don’t even feel the toy being inserted inside of you until Chan thrusts it in and out.

You blink at Chan, clearly confused as to why he would buy something so small. At this point, you’ve basically been moulded to his dick, which was way above the average size. Chan knows you can take it bigger. So what was the point of this tiny little thing?

The confusion doubles when instead of letting you return the favor, Chan just pulls your panties back up, toy still inside. He kisses you sweetly, making sure you forget about every single thing when you taste yourself on his tongue.

“You wanna come to dinner with me and the boys?” he whispers against your lips. Still in a daze from your orgasm, you just nod mindlessly. Chan grins. So good for him.

Dinner is a fun affair, as it always is when you’re with the kids. You’ve got yourselves a private spacey room in some fancy shmancy restaurant, and the food, drinks, and company put you in such a good mood that you forget there was something inside you.

Until…it starts vibrating.

You jerk in your seat, eyes wide. Everybody immediately turns to you, but before you could process anything, Chan is already cooing, leaning down to rub your calf.

“Shit, sorry baby. I didn’t mean to kick you.” Chan mumbles as he presses a kiss to your cheek, apologetic. The rest of the boys soon turn back to what they were doing after the explanation.

You turn to Chan with a panicked look, because what the fuck. What the fuck? The toy he put in you was a vibrator. And despite its small size, the vibrations were so intense you swore you could feel it in your stomach. You squirm in your seat, suddenly very aware of the toy inside of you.

But that turns out to be a big mistake, because that only pushes the vibrator in deeper, and the tip brushes against your g-spot.

You double over with a gasp.

Chan gathers you in his arms immediately. Thankfully, the music in the restaurant and the boys’ chatter were too loud for anyone to hear you gasp. But it was loud enough for Chan to hear.

Chan, who had been planning this right from the start. Chan who had one hand in his pocket and one hand around your waist. Chan, who rearranges you so you’re curled into him, face hidden in his neck.

Chan, who discreetly leans down to whisper in your ear, “Stay still and be good for me.”

You stiffen. Chan knew you always wanted to be good. Especially for him. Chan also knew you couldn’t keep still, because when you were being pleasured, you always moved. Chan always lets you grind down on his face, his fingers, his cock when you’re in the throes of pleasure. He lets you squirm, grab at his hair, play with your nipples, scratch at his back. Moan in his ear. Now, he wasn’t letting you do any of that, and you were going to lose your goddamn mind.

“Chan,” You gasp into the skin of his neck, already trembling. Chan pulls you closer.

“You like it, baby? I picked it out especially for you. I didn’t think we needed toys, but I just wanted to see you squirming like this, right here. I know you would have wanted something bigger, but that wouldn’t have been a challenge for a slut like you, would it?” Chan mutters in your ear. “A huge dildo would slip right in, since you already take my cock so well.”

Underneath the table, your hands grip the hand that was around your waist. Chan interlocks your fingers and squeezes.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me? Are you gonna sit in my lap and let me play with you with the boys all around you? Just listen. If they turned the music down, they’ll probably hear the vibrator and hear how fucking wet you are.”

You turn your head and bite Chan’s shoulder to muffle your moans. Chan hisses under his breath. He shifts, hard cock pressing against this jeans and your lower back.

“It’s hard, isn’t it? My poor girl. Do you want to sit up and grind on my thigh? The boys would see you grinding on me like a bitch in heat. Would you let them see you like that? See how desperate you are for me?”

You try to shake your head, but the jolt of heat up your spine stops you. Chan’s words coupled with the vibrator in your pussy was making you so dizzy. If Chan pushed you more, you might just end up doing what he says and actually start grinding.

When you look up, there’s a glint in his eyes that says he knows exactly what you’re thinking.

You didn’t think it was possible, but the vibrations turn up even more. This time, you can’t stop the moan that slips from your lips. It’s loud.

“Y/N? You okay?”

You freeze. Chan grins.

[stvolanis]

hii, i was wondering if you could do a spooky x reader where maybe he got caught up with like the prophets or something, and reader helps him clean up his cuts and scrapes. basically just straight up fluff, bc regardless we all know spooky is a softie 😭

hi! tysm for this cute lil request!💞

It was unreasonably late when you heard the faint sound of pounding on your front door, your mind wandering to every possibility of what could be happening. You crept out of bed on the tips of your toes as you edged further and further to the front door where the knocking began to sound more—desperate. Your fearful eyes peeking through the heavy curtains, the goosebumps risen on your skin uncomfortably. A sigh of relief escaping your lips when you come to find out that it’s just your boyfriend—with seemingly deep cuts and bruises scattering his skin, along with the minimal swelling of a busted lip.

you quickly flung the door open, wasting no time in dragging him inside the comfort of your home before locking the door behind the both of you. Your hands cupped his face, inspecting the rest of his body to see how much damage was done. “Oscar, baby, what’ve I told you? Huh?” You scolded with furrowed brows like an angry mother. He clicked his tongue before plopping himself down onto your couch. “Had to. They were dealin’ to kids, you know how that shit goes.” You were upset, rightfully so, as this wasn’t the first time he’s shown up like this.

you dug through the cabinets in your kitchen under the sink before grabbing hold of a basic aid kit. “You can’t keep scaring me like this, Oscar. What’s next? Bullet wounds? What then? You know I worry about you and—I—I just—“ you stumbled over your words, tears lining your eyes and blurring your vision. Spooky let out a sigh before gently pulling you in to sit on his lip, pressing sweet kisses to your temple. “I know, mamas, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He cooed quietly, rubbing the small of your lower back soothingly.

“You have to promise me. Promise that’ll never happen.” You muttered into his neck. The wet of your tears rubbed into his skin, but he didn’t care. “I promise, mi reina. I pinky promise.” He said as he kissed your shoulder, interlocking his pinky with yours. He lifted your face from his neck, wiping the remaining tears from your flushed cheeks. “You gonna patch me up, sweet girl?” He asked with a smile.

You nodded, moving from his lap to get the first aid. You opened it, grabbing cotton before pouring rubbing alcohol onto it. “S’ gonna sting.” You muttered, as if this wasn’t an often occurrence he was used to. He hummed in acknowledgment with a smile, feigning a hiss when you pressed it to the scar on his arm. You rolled your eyes with a little giggle, and he pressed a tender kiss to your lips.

his little nurse!!<3

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[littlesunshine1223]

Hamilton As Thing From The ✨Quote Book✨

Hamilton

- [ ] I have 3 wives…AND YOUR MOTHER IS ONE OF THEM

- [ ] I’m bisexual and I agree with this message

Lafayette

- [ ] I recon that’s a lot of croutons

- [ ] Ah the smell of nature…it’s fucking terrible

Laurens

- [ ] You can really taste the rabies in this Oreo

- [ ] It’s a bit frosty outside and I don’t mean the snowman

Mulligan

- [ ] Just pull up to the one semi open Kmart and pistol whip someone in the parking lot

- [ ] *kind military lady gives piece of candy* AM I GONNA GET DRAFTED NOW?!??!?!?!

Burr

- [ ] *hears plane* oh god they’re back

- [ ] Stop fingering the Nutella jar

Jefferson

- [ ] *enhances image* possibly

- [ ] Touch my thigh with another fucking marker and I’m gonna make sure you can smell colors for the rest of your life

+ Peggy

- [ ] Why is there glitter on the fucking pancakes

- [ ] I’m gonna interlock my toes then kick you in the face

[ayeyolooo]

WORKOUT!

Yolo’s note: I hope that you all like it,because I thought that this was cute!😊

Summary: y/n think that she’s too big due to her having chubby arms, a medium sized pudge (+lower belly fat) and back rolls. Her boyfriend constantly reminds her of how beautiful she is but she doesn’t believe it. So she goes to the gym with him.

Please excuse my grammatical errors<3

Warnings? Cursing!

“Are you ready baby?” Your boyfriend’s tatted hand wrapped around your chubby waist. “Mhm!” You smiled up at him as he tucked his head into your neck. “You know that you are so beautiful right?” Ony asked you. You just nodded. “Words ma.” He said walking to your shared bathroom.

“Yes.” You simply said as you sat down on your bed and slipped into your tennis shoes. “I got your headphones bae.” Ony said pecking your cheek and walking out to the living room. You just sighed not please with how you look at all.

“Welcome.” The girl in the front smiled. “You’re so pretty!” She exclaimed with adornment inside of her eyes. “Right!!?” Ony said giggling and kissing your head. Your cheeks went hot as you smiled at her. “Thank you.” You mumbled. “She’s so adorable!! I hope the two of you enjoy your time here. If you need anything I’ll be here.” She smiled and waved. “Okay thank you!!” You waves back to her.

“Okay so we gone stretch first.” Ony said as you nodded and placed your water bottle and bag down. You bent down and touched your toes while you counted to ten. You felt a harsh slap on your butt. You wince and just looked up and mugged Ony. “Youre so annoying.” You laughed and shook your head. “So.” He said rolling his eyes playfully. The two of you stretched and warmed up,now it was time for the real thing.

“Okay we’re going to start off light then make our way to the more advanced things on and towards the end Okay?” He asked looking down at you. “Okay babyy.” You smiled. You and Ony began to do jumping jacks, light work. You smiled to yourself. He handed you one of them bell weights and the both of you did squats with them. You both kept doing reps which made your thighs and calves hurt. You winced as you tried to stop. “Nu uh baby keep going you got it.” Ony said encouraging you. “Three more..one..two..there you go ma. You doing to good.” Ony’s words made butterflies in your belly. “Good job baby.” He held both of his hands up as you gave him his high fives and kissed his lips.

“Excuse me, can you bench me?” A petite girl with green eyes and blonde hair tapped Ony. She twirled her hair with her finger as she batted her eyelashes at him. “I’m sure that your sister wouldn’t mind right?” She asked looking at you. Ony jerked his head back. “Girl if you don’t get the fuck on.” He said ignoring her and turning back to you. “Anyways baby,we’re going to do some leg work.” Ony ignored the girl that stood behind him. He made sure to put the emphasis on the word baby.

She got the hint and walked away, embarrassed. “Girl why would you go over there to that man,youn see him with his girl that’s so rude.” Someone called her out. You and Ony stuffed a laugh. “Okay we gone do calf raises.” You nodded and began to do the workout with him.

It’s y’all been at the gym for like an hour and your body was sore,and you were exhausted. You were now on the machine that made you lift your legs up and use your stomach strength. “Whew.” You said about to get up but Ony walked over to you and laughed. “You done for the day mama?” You nodded frantically. “Okay, you did so good!”He said picking up your bags and placing them on his shoulder while he interlocked your hands together.

[hellavile]

‍ halloween night w eren !

:: selfship au, smut, car sex, intoxication, costumes. ::

bc i wanted to write about us @therenyeagerrr <3

solo by future plays soundly in the background of her soft voice as she whimpers and screams his name while clawing at the leather in the back seat of eren’s car. parked in a secluded area under a giant, scary looking tree that hovers over the vehicle creating a dark shadow. the right side of her cheek is pressed roughly against the seat, plush, thick body squeezed in every spot by his big, warm hands. pale hips hitting the supple brown skin of her ass, grunting in her face with his ghost mask still covering his face, breathing heavily by her ear as he talks shit to her.

eren’s moving aside her bright orange hair so he could see her pretty eyes more, falsies kissing her cheekbones as she squeezes her eyes shut and squeals the deeper he grounds his dick, keeping his rhythm rough and slow, wanting her to feel it all. he practically dragged mocha out of the halloween party they went to, constantly showing half the night that he needed her. the weed and liquor in both their systems aiding onto the sexual tension. staring at one another as the other talked to a friend or someone they knew. eren’s eyes dark as he scans his girlfriend head to toe in her slutty chucky costume.

eren had made a promise to his pretty doll that he’d keep his mask on while he fucked her, the kinky minx making his dick throb in his jeans all night. he just couldn’t wait to pull that light blue skirt over her ass and fuck her numb. she told him he couldn’t kiss her, wanted to play their roles still, but she wanted his mouth on her more than anything. she made an upsetting sound as she sat up that made the tall man frown, curling his brows together.

“what’s wrong, baby?”

“wanna taste you,” she mewled, eren backing up so she could turn her body and scoot down to lay on her back, pulling his mask down after he hovers over her and slides back inside, hating the disconnection. eren’s girlfriend shifts her waist to connect their skin completely again, plump lips interlocking with his as they kiss sloppily, smacking lips and touching tongues. mocha clenches her gushing pussy tighter around his cock, eren growling low in his throat, smacking the outside of her thigh.

“don’t fuckin’ do that,” eren threatens with a smirk, “y’know i can’t control myself.” there should a scowl on his gorgeous face, running his fat tongue over her lips as he moans and slowly rotates his hips, mocha’s eyes scrolling back, locking her legs around his waist to keep him there. she knows he loses control easily, and that was the point. mocha’s drunk off his scent, his touch, his presence. he’s intoxicating. sucking at his neck marking her territory as he fucks her hard, the car jerking altogether. windows fogged up with eren’s handprint leaving evidence on it. mocha catches her lips between her teeth, the moonlight shunning over her face and he swears she looks the prettiest.

“you pretty fuckin’ girl. i love you so much.”

she smiles, elated. wrapping her arms around his neck to keep him flat to her. “now keep fucking me.”

[zoyaofthegardvn]

hi, this is my first ever request. i was wondering if you could do a mor x reader about the reader being insecure about her weight/looks. it’s been a battle for me most, if not all my life. i would greatly appreciate it. thank you love 🥹🫶🏻

You're Perfect, My Love

A/N: Awh anon I am so happy to write this request <3 I have always struggled with my body image, too. I'm a bigger girl and fanfic has always been a solace for me, so I am so willing to write some stuff where the reader is explicitly a bigger girl. Thank you so much for coming to me with this request and I hope I've done it justice!!

CW: Body image issues, insecurities and self deprecation, allusions to smut towards the end.

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You sighed as you ran your hands over your dress in the mirror. The silky piece was rather form-fitting, a blush pink that Mor had helped you pick out just a couple of weeks ago. Rhys and Feyre were hosting a dinner party tonight, and you and Mor were attending, of course. You'd been looking forward to it for a while now, and you knew Mor had been, too. The mating bond was relatively new for the two of you, having snapped just a little over a year ago. You two had spent so much time wrapped up in one another, it wasn't often that you left home for the evening and spent time with the rest of your family.

But now, you were feeling insecure in the dress Mor had been so excited to see you in, and you felt bad. You got like this quite often, ashamed of your body and questioning if you were good enough for your mate. You weren't thin like Mor and the rest of the inner circle. Your stomach wasn't flat, your thighs and ass were thick and dimpled, your breasts large, and gravity had not been kind to them. Your hips were streaked with pink stripes, and your cheeks full and chubby. Mor wasn't unaware of your struggle, and she did everything she could to make you feel beautiful and perfect and adored. She often urged you to come to her when your mind wasn't being kind to you, but you never did, too afraid to annoy her with your insecurities. But, she never failed to notice when you were having a bad day.

As if summoned, Mor strolls into the bathroom, a smirk tugging at her lips as she leans against the door frame and scans your body head to toe. Like usual, you flush under her gaze.

"You look beautiful, Y/N," Mor gushes, pushing off from the wall, coming to stand right behind you.

"Thank you, my love," you whisper, putting a small smile on your face in an attempt to conceal your true feelings at the moment.

Mor wraps her arms around you, interlocking your fingers and settling your hands on your midsection. She presses between your shoulder and jaw, peppering kisses along your neck. You shiver at the contact and Mor giggles, her breath on your skin causing goosebumps to litter your arms.

"I knew you'd look stunning in this dress," she says, then presses her hips into your backside. She lifts her face to make eye contact with you in the mirror, "But I can't wait to take it off of you tonight."

You playfully gasp at her words, a genuine smile making its way onto your face. She laughs at your reaction, pulling back and spinning you around to face her. "Mor!" you giggle, swatting at her shoulder. She pushes you back until you make contact with the counter, then she leans in and captures your lips in a kiss.

You kiss her back, no hesitation. Your mate, your ultimate source of comfort. She hums into the kiss, and you smile against her lips before pulling back. "I don't think Rhys and Feyre would appreciate us being late, again," you mumble into her mouth.

She sighs, pulling away from you. "I suppose you're right, besides, maybe my treat will taste better if I have to wait," she leans in, nipping at your earlobe as you chuckle.

When she finally releases you, she makes her way to the door. "Meet me downstairs in a few minutes?"

You nod, and she smiles at you before she leaves the room. The second she's gone, your insecurities feel like they're crushing you again. Too fat, too ugly, too out of shape, too big. In all honesty, you have no desire to wear this dress, or even to attend dinner. But if you were to voice your feelings, Mor would instantly know it has something to do with your body image, and you had no desire to start that conversation.

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The party had been off to a great start, and you and Mor weren't even the last ones to arrive. Drinks were shared, games were played, and Feyre and Elain had just left to finish up preparing dinner to be served in the dining room.

Knowing that it was nearly time to eat made you nervous, as you'd been nursing a stomach ache all evening. The anxiety and self loathing made it hard to work up an appetite.

Mor and Cassian faced off in a game of cards, you and Nesta sat next to your mates, privy to what hands they held. By the look on Nesta's face, and the knowledge of Mor's hand, you knew your mate was bound to win. Just before she could make her next move, Feyre returned to announce that dinner was ready, and Cassian burst into cheers, claiming he wasn't the loser since they couldn't finish the game. Mor argued with him briefly, and you excused yourself to the bathroom before you were to meet everyone else at the table.

Again, you find yourself staring in the mirror, eyes raking over your curves, your plush stomach, your drooping breasts and chubby cheeks. You splash a bit of cold water on your face after washing your hands, in an attempt to calm yourself down, your face flushed in embarrassment. The laughter of your friends and family trickles down the hallway, and eventually, you move to meet them.

Mor left an open seat to her right for you to take, placing you on the end. The table holds a beautiful meal, and Rhys and Lucien are beaming at their mates, thanking them for the work they put into the roast. You smile at Feyre as she passes you a plate, and Mor quickly takes it from your hands, pecking your cheek as she begins to prepare your plate for you.

You watch as she fills your portion with meat, salad, roasted vegetables and potatoes. The sight makes your stomach roil, but Mor is none the wiser, placing your food in front of you with a smile on her face, knowing she picked out all of your favorites. You, of course, return the smile, but it doesn't quite reach your eyes, and Mor's brows furrow at your look of unease.

"Thank you, baby," you say, in an attempt to not worry her. She nods, then shifts her attention back to the center of the table, listening in as Cassian tells a story about his and Azriel's most recent mission.

Throughout the entire dinner, you hardly touch your food. You'd barely eaten all day, busy with work until it had been time to get ready for the evening. You should be starving, but all you can think about is how you need to eat less, to weigh less, to look better for Mor.

When Mor is nearly done with her dinner, she takes note of how you'd been pushing food around your plate rather than eating it, and she squeezes your thigh under the table, leaning over to whisper in your ear.

"Do you feel alright, my love?"

You muster a smile, placing a hand on top of her's, still placed on your thigh. You try not to think about how small her hand looks compared to your leg.

"I feel fine, love, I'm sorry, just not that hungry, I guess."

She goes to protest, her face scrunched in confusion, before Feyre saves you.

"How about I put that in a container for you, Y/N? I know it's your favorite."

You flush at the attention, disliking how the conversation has died down as everyone notices your unfinished plate. You nod politely and clear your throat. "T-Thank you, Feyre, that would be lovely."

You friend smiles and nods, running off to the kitchen with your plate in hand as conversation at the table resumes. It's not long before everyone has eaten, and Rhys announces that it's time for more drinks.

As everyone makes their way to the sitting room, Mor tugs at your arm and pulls you away from the group. She pushes you gently against the wall in the dining room, one hand coming to rest against your waist, the other grasping one of your hands.

"Are you sure you feel alright? We can leave if you don't," she asks, voice dripping with concern. Her eyebrows are raised in worry, and she dips her head to keep eye contact with you. The love and care she's showing you makes your heart melt, and you instantly feel guilty for worrying her so badly during what was supposed to be a fun evening with the friends and family you hadn't seen in so long.

"I feel fine, darling, I promise," you press a kiss to her pouted lips, arms coming to wrap around her waist in a light hug. She returns the embrace, mumbling "You're sure?" into your hair.

You nod, pulling away from the hug to kiss her cheek. "I swear. Let's join the rest of them, yeah?"

She nods, but she still doesn't seem entirely convinced.

Joining the rest of your friends, who've started to pour drinks and pass them around the room, you shoo Mor to sit down on the couch so that you can grab the two of you glasses. For Mor, you pour a red wine, and for yourself, you take a cocktail that Gwyn created.

Mor accepts her glass with a smile and a kiss to the back of your hand. She attempts to pull you down into her lap, but you resist, instead choosing to sit beside her on the couch.

Instantly, Mor realizes what's been wrong. You almost always sit in her lap, and she'd suspected that you weren't feeling quite like yourself when you refused to eat your dinner, but now, she's certain.

She says nothing, though, never willing to risk embarrassing you in front of everyone, or making you feel pressured to confess your feelings.

She just leans into your arm, rubbing your thigh, nursing her wine, and making sure to pepper kisses along your face and shoulder every so often.

Eventually, when the conversation has died down, and everyone is yawning, or, in Nesta and Gwyn's case, asleep on the sofas, everyone decides to head home for the night. Emerie and her girlfriend are the first to leave, Cassian and Azriel scoop their mates up, Elain and Lucien retire to the room they're staying in as they're just in the Night Court for a few weeks, and you and Mor file out the front door with everyone else.

Mor takes your hand in her own, and she winnows the both of you home without a word.

When the two of you enter your foyer and pull your heels off, you catch Mor watching you intently. Her eyes follow your every movement, tracing over your body. The intensity of her gaze makes you uneasy.

"Mor..?" you ask softly, confusion lacing your tone.

"Do you want to tell me what's really going on?" she asks, not rude, or demanding, or insensitive. And truthfully, you're not surprised. She's always known you better than anyone.

You sigh, closing your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose. And because you just can't help it, tears form in your eyes, a lump grows in your throat. You're embarrassed, frustrated, and sensitive.

"I don't want to talk about it," is all you can manage, hardly a whisper.

"Oh, baby," Mor coos, scooping you into her arms and winnowing you a mere flight of steps away, into your bedroom. Instantly, the tears come full force.

"I-I'm sorry, this is so-" you cut yourself off with a hiccup, "-so embarrassing."

Mor shushes you, running a hand along your back. "No love, s'not embarrassing, it's just how you feel."

And that makes you cry harder. "I tried to act like nothing was bothering me, I didn't want to ruin your night, I'm s-sorry, Mor," you blubber into her shoulder.

"Shh, shhh, enough of that, Y/N, you didn't ruin anything." She pulls you away from her embrace to look you in the eye. "Talk to me about it, love, I wanna help you."

You shrug, hands coming up to swipe at your eyes, at the makeup running down your cheeks.

She shakes her head at the non-answer. "You seemed upset before we left tonight, you hardly touched your food, and you wouldn't sit in my lap. I think I know what's wrong, but I want you to tell me."

You huff out a breath of air, feeling caught. Several seconds pass before you feel like you can speak again, through the tears. "I just.. I j-just feel so fat, Mor. You a-and Elain, and Nesta, and Feyre... you're all so, so pretty. So skinny, I-I can never be that small," you whine, and you feel mortified at how pathetic you sound.

"Oh, Y/N," Mor sighs, moving to sit the both of you on the edge of the bed. "My beautiful, beautiful, perfect girl, how could you ever think you aren't absolutely stunning?"

You choke on a bitter laugh, your eyes rolling at her question, assuming it was hypothetical.

She grips your hand, tight. "I'm serious, Y/N. You're perfect. I have never once wished you were any different than you are. You're the female I'm in love with," she grasps your chin, forcing you to look her in the eye, "this is the body that I make love to every night, the face that greets me every morning. You're the only female I could ever want, ever desire, ever love."

Your lower lip wobbles at her admission, and the tears continue to stream, though not as heavily.

"But, I'm so-"

Mor cuts you off with a stern look. "There is absolutely nothing wrong with the word fat. It's not a dirty word. Who cares that you're bigger?"

You frown, as if to say 'obviously, I do,' but again, Mor shoots you down with an intense glare.

"I mean it, Y/N. Who gets to decide what size is beautiful, what body type is attractive? I've never once wished you were skinnier. I love every inch of you." Her voice leaves no room for argument. Her hands begin to wander, cupping your face, grazing over your arms, breasts, your waist and your thick hips, coming to a stop when they grip the tops of your thighs. Her eyes look down to where she has you in her grasp. She leans in, hovering just above your lips. "You're perfect, my love, the most beautiful female I've ever seen, I always get so wet just by looking at you."

You instantly burst into laughter at her lewd words, and she smirks, proud that she was finally able to make you smile. She leans in, finally kissing you like she had wanted to all evening. You groan into the kiss, hands flying up to tangle in her hair. It's not long before you have to pull away to catch your breath, the kiss electrifying and hot.

She leans her forehead against yours and bites her red-stained lips, clearly in the mood for more. But, your worries aren't completely at ease.

"Mor?" you whisper, to which she hums in reply.

"Are you.. sure? You can tell me, you know, if you've ever thought I could lose some weight."

She shakes her head, adamant. "I love you, Y/N, exactly how you are." Her hands squeeze at your legs again, "I love your thighs, especially when they're wrapped around my head," she pulls back with a wink, making you giggle. "I love your stomach, so soft and pretty," she places a kiss to your forehead, "I love your cheeks, so cute when you smile," she places kisses to both of them, humming as you blush at her praise.

Her hands wander up your front, until they're cupping your breasts, "and I really love these," she practically purrs, "so sexy, baby, sometimes I think I'm gonna combust."

You burst into laughter, "you're a perv, Mor!"

She responds with her own laughter, hands pushing you flat on the bed by your shoulders. She straddles your waist, her hair falling around the two of you, making it difficult to look anywhere but at her.

"I love you, Y/N, I really, really do. You're so, so beautiful."

Your heart feels like it's going to burst out of your chest, and not for the first time, you wonder how you got lucky enough to be mated to her.

"I love you too, Mor. Forever."

---

A/N: Ahhh! I am officially back! It felt so good to finally write something and get it out there for you guys. Thank you all so, so much for being so patient and encouraging while I was on quite a long break. I really appreciate it. I'm honestly not very proud of this, I think it's super rough, and I'll probably edit it eventually, but I'm just glad to be writing again. Thank you guys again, and I hope you enjoy!

[cheetahsixx]

heyy<3 can i resquest an nikki sixx x reader fluff where him & reader come out to the public as a couple for the first time? maybe at an awards show or what you think it fits better. ♡

Paparazzi (Nikki Sixx x reader)

genre: fluff

It was Grammy night and you were a nervous wreck.

You’ve been dating Nikki Sixx for about 6 months now. The first 3 were blissful, private, and he tried to keep you guys going on small adventures away from the public. You spent plenty of time just getting to know each other and soak in the first months of your relationship.

The other 3 months were good too, but Nikki started taking you to more places in LA where you were spotted more often.

Despite this, you both have never came out as a couple publicly and officially…..

…today that would change.

About two weeks ago, Nikki asked if you would be his date to the grammys. Though it scared you, how could you say no?

Nikki offered you a full glam team, but you insisted you could do your makeup and pick your own dress.

As you were adjusting some finishing touches, Nikki struts into your room.

“hello gorgeous” he says softly

you turn and give him a nervous smile “hi”

he walks closer to you and wraps his hand gently over your waist as he kisses your cheek “you ready?”

“just about” you reply as you add some blush to your cheeks. He takes in the view for just a moment before humming “you’ll be great tonight I promise you doll”

you smile as he walks out the hotel room, leaving you to finish touching up

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After an eternity, your limo made it to the red carpet. It was nerve wracking, but with Nikki, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

Nikki steps out first, giving you a hand as you step out. He kisses it and immediately cameras begin to flash. You can only hope you looked good in the pictures.

Nikki interlocks his arm with yours and gives you a reassuring smile. He can feel your anxiousness.

You continue to walk along the carpet as they snap pictures. Nikki rubs your back, neck, holds your hand, and kisses your cheek. You try your best to hold a smile. As you walk off he whispers, “just want you to be comfortable princess” you smile and tell him “i’m okay” as you give him a quick peck on the lips.

As you get off the carpet thinking you’re safe, an interviewer approaches you two.

“Nikki Sixx? Can we please get a few words?” the interviewer says brightly

Nikki nods and rubs his hand on your waist reassuringly, as he feels you tense up again. “Yeah sure”

“Any new music on the rise?”

Nikki chuckles “maybe maybe. Can’t say too much yet. That’s what surprises are for right? Gotta keep you on your toes”

The interviewer nods as you hold a smile knowing you’re on camera

“So Nikki I can’t help but notice this beautiful woman you have on your arm”

You blush a bit as Nikki looks down and smiles at you “that she is”

“girlfriend? we’ve seen some pics”

Nikki smiles brightly “maybe wife one day” he says as he interlocks your fingers with his and raises your joined hands

You can’t help but shake your head and laugh at his comment

“he treat you well?” the interviewer turns to you and you nod rather quickly. “he’s the best. I’m a very lucky gal” you say as you smile at Nikki this time

the interviewer smiles “thats great to hear. thank you for your time.”

You both smile and nod as you walk away, before Nikki turns to you. “you’re unbelievable…. and because of that I will marry you one day” You laugh again “oh stop it” you say as you interlock arms again and walk into the ceremony.

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Thank you for the req! sorry I took a bit longer to get to it but I hope you guys like<3

[ggundeuri]

felix x reader x minho - "surprise!"

pairings: felix x fem!reader (ft. ex-boyfriend!minho)

genre: non idol!au, romance, fluff, angst

warnings: minho is reader’s ex, felix being adorable, alcohol consumption, talks of proposal/marriage

word count: 4.5k

a/n: this took me like 2 months to write but hopefully it’s coherent. i’m dipping my toes into a little bit of angst so hopefully it pays off !!

masterlist 

reblog if you enjoy!

4th may 2027, 3:36 pm

“I’m done!” you heaved a sigh of relief as you placed the last of your many photo albums on the shelf.

Felix beamed at you, bleach blonde locks falling haphazardly across his eyes. He runs a hand through his hair, allowing you to look into his eyes properly - the same eyes you can’t wait to lose yourself in every night. 

“Welcome home, angel,” he chuckled, holding his hand up.

You go to high-five him, but he somehow manages to quickly interlace his fingers with yours. You look between your interlocked hands and his mischievous smile a couple times, unsure of how to react. But you find yourself in his eyes again, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Almost three years and you still find ways to surprise me, huh?” you use your free arm to pull him close.

He wraps himself around you immediately, putting every part of him into the hug, just as he always does, “And it’ll always be that way, my love.”

He leans down to place a quick peck on your forehead.

You hummed as you subconsciously tried to lean in further, as if your bodies could get any closer, “That reminds me, I can’t wait for you to propose.”

“Oh, but you’ll have to wait a little longer,” he smirked, reluctantly pulling away to look at you properly, “I would’ve just asked already, but it’s one of those things that you have to talk about before.”

“Of course - I love that you still want to make the effort to surprise me, though.”

“You bet,” he smirked, taking advantage of his slightly taller stature to ruffle your hair, “I won’t keep you any longer.”

“Shit, the meeting –” you cut yourself off, frantically checking the time on your watch before letting out an exasperated sigh, “oh, I still have a couple minutes.”

Felix laughed as he watched you gather the loose papers strewn across your now shared bed, “The office is all yours, honey.”

“Thank you for giving me that room, honestly,” you took a moment to place a kiss on his cheek.

“Honestly, I’m glad to fill my place with you - it’s our place now. And you’ll smash that meeting. Remember: I love you,” he held his fists up in encouragement.

You flashed him a grin before turning on your heel, retreating to your new office in the next room.

5:21 pm

Slowly making your way down the stairs, Felix already heard your footsteps and rushed to your side.

“How did it go?”

You kept a straight face, watching carefully as his face faltered slightly.

“Oh, I’m sor–”

Unable to hold it in anymore, you burst into laughter as a smile graced your face. Felix furrowed his brows in bewilderment for a second before the realisation set in.

“Angel! I’m so proud of you!” he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around your waist before you could get off the staircase. He lifted you up with a spin before placing you back down. It shocked you for a second to not be able to feel the ground beneath your feet, but you knew you’d always be safe in his arms.

“They approved the deal!” you squealed, the realisation slowly sinking in, “Oh, god.”

“What? What’s wrong?” Felix brought a hand to your cheek, “My love, you’ve gone pale.”

“I have to send in three short stories by the end of the month.”

He sighed, taking your hand and leading you to sit down on the couch, “You can do it. You write so fast, I bet you’ll even be able to send five.”

“Yeah, I know…” you trailed off for a moment, “I’m just nervous, I guess.”

“There’s nothing to be nervous about. You just have to continue as you always have, yeah?”

You nodded in agreement, admiring the determined expression in his face. Whenever you felt defeated, you could always count on him to be brave for you.

“Tonight isn’t the time to worry about it, though. I’ll make you dinner, open a bottle of wine, and draw us a bath. You can start tomorrow,” he smiled, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your hand.

“That would be lovely,” you sink into the couch, already thinking of going to sleep.

Felix just smiled at you as he stood up, stars in his eyes shining just as bright as the day you met, “I better get started then, before you fall asleep.”

As he attempted to leave for the kitchen, he was drawn back by your tight grip on his hand. 

“I love you,” you managed to mumble.

“Love you, too,” he leaned down to plant a kiss on your hand before you reluctantly released your grip.

You took a second to smile at him, even though he was turned away from you, before he disappeared into the kitchen. Growing tired of absentmindedly staring at the sitcom Felix had left on the TV, you took out your phone.

The most noticeable thing on your homescreen was the widget that scrolled through all the photos in your camera roll. Most of them were of you, or Felix. Or you and Felix. But this time, it was someone you thought you’d never see again.

4 years ago today …

It was a photo of you and Minho. The day was going well, but your phone had to ruin it by reminding you that you and your ex-boyfriend were sharing an ice-cream on the beach four years ago. The worst part? By the end of that day, the two of you had gone your separate ways. 

4th may 2023, 9:06 pm

Everything probably seemed fine from the outside. The two of you had enjoyed a nice little catch-up over coffee, took a walk along the beach, and even got excited when you saw an ice-cream van. The truth is, it was far from fine. 

You hadn’t seen each other properly for weeks. The last time you saw each other, you had argued about something so petty - it wasn’t even worth remembering. Every time you texted or called after, it just felt like a chore. Tensions had just been building for a while, with the inevitable distance you two would soon put between each other. 

Sat opposite each other in your flat, barely holding itself together. But it’s all you could afford as a student. It never felt run down when he was there… except maybe today you noticed how creaky the floorboards were and how the place shook whenever the wind blew. You wanted to worry about anything other than him.

“Listen… I think we should break up,” he announced simply. 

You were ready for it. You knew it was for the best. That didn’t change how much it stung. What were you supposed to do with all the love inside you now, with nowhere to put it?

After a long silence consisting of you fiddling with your sleeves, you finally looked him in the eyes, “I know.”

The conversation was briefer than you thought it would be - thank god for that. It was much easier to rip the bandaid off in one go.

“You just know what you want to do and where you want to go… I don’t. I don’t want to hold you back or fall into the trap of pushing myself to follow you.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that would be a good idea for either of us.”

“Don’t get me wrong… I still love you. And maybe, further down the line, there’s hope for us,” he continued.

“Look, we can engage in wishful thinking,” you sighed, “but I don’t want to wait around. I have a life I want to keep moving on with.”

“Yeah, and I respect that about you.”

The conversation ended shortly after, exchanging pleasantries as you tried your best to hold your tears in. The second you shut the front door behind him, you felt your body crumble. Just as quickly as he entered your life, he was gone. Gripping the railing for support, you heaved yourself upstairs through sheer willpower, thinking only of your bed. You woke up the next morning with the pillow still wet.

However, the next morning you decided you had no time to cry. It was like Minho said: “You just know what you want to do and where you want to go.”

There was more to life than Minho. You had an interview to prepare for - a simple job as, basically, an errand person in a publishing company, but a job nonetheless. You needed to look for a flat as well. You had work the next day, and you were meeting a friend after. Finally free from spending all your time worrying about you and him, you felt like you were finally returning to who you were before.

You were so engrossed in what you believed was the perfect flat listing that you jumped when your phone started ringing, the vibration reverberating through the whole table. It was Felix.

“Hello?” you said hesitantly as you raised the phone to your ear. 

Felix and you weren’t necessarily close, but you knew each other quite well. He was a friend of Minho’s, however, so you were wary to be receiving a call from him.

“Hey! I heard about what happened last night. I just wanted to see if you were okay?”

“I’m fine, don’t worry,” you sighed, your heart already beating faster now that you were remembering the events from the night before, “He didn’t ask you to check up on me, did he?”

“No!” he refuted immediately, “Genuinely, I was worried. I don’t really know what it was about, but I’m your friend too. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You smiled a little at his words, focusing more on his concern for you than the reason for his concern, “Thank you for checking in, honestly. I’m just trying to focus on other things right now, though.”

“Oh, yeah, have you found any apartments yet?” his voice instantly picked up.

“There’s so many nice ones, but they’re so expensive…” you trailed off, looking at the current listing on your browser longingly. 

“Do you want to meet for coffee? I can help give you a headstart, I’ve found a few that might be good for you while searching for my own place.”

Pursing your lips together in thought, you looked over at your bed, where you were planning to spend the rest of your day, before shaking off the thought. There was no point in moping around.

“Sure, just text me when and where.”

4th may 2027, 6:03 pm

From then on, you and Felix became inseparable, holding each other’s hands through the highs and lows of the previous few years. He was the only other person you knew that was moving to the city, so iIt was never the intention for the two of you to end up together - you were actually quite reluctant to when Felix asked you out for your first date - you made him wait over half a year before agreeing. To give yourself to someone else when the relationship you thought would be perfect before failed… it was terrifying. 

But, with time, the fear subsided. After all, the love you lose through giving always comes back to you. It came back to you through Felix. Even with all the changes you both experienced, he made sure to be there every step of the way. For every setback, every meltdown, every success: he was your rock. And you desperately hoped you were his rock, too. 

Thankfully, the sound of plates and cutlery clattering against the table in the kitchen broke you out of your trance. You suddenly found the motivation to spring out of your comfortable corner on the couch, sluggishly making your way to your boyfriend. 

You found him with his back to you, unaware of your presence as he focused on lighting a singular candle stick in the middle of the table, a singular fresh rose in a small vase next to it. A smile slowly crept onto your face as you wrapped your arms around him from behind, squeezing him tight as if he had any intention of going anywhere.

He let out a small yelp before quickly realising it was you, silently resting his arms on top of yours and sinking into your embrace, “You okay?”

“Of course. I’m more than okay.”

Reluctantly, you allowed him to break out of the hug so that he could pull out the chair, graciously gesturing for you to sit down. You accepted, waiting impatiently for him to place dinner on the table, eager to try his cooking again. This was going to be every day for the two of you from hereon; that thought filled you with so much warmth, you forgot about the ice-cream and arguments you and Minho had shared so long ago. 

The rest of the night went smoothly, celebrating your moving in by dancing together in the kitchen while cleaning up, nearly falling asleep while watching a movie, and cleaning up before crawling under the covers together. 

Felix held you close to him like a baby, drifting off to sleep almost instantly as you played with his hair. This wasn’t a one-off occurrence either - almost every night after your first day living together was exactly the same. Life was finally on track for you; it had been for a while.

15th september 2027, 5:39 pm

Months went by in the blink of an eye, but you could clearly remember every day you spent with Felix by your side. You sent in more short stories than expected with every month that passed by, the publishing company thoroughly pleased with your progress. They had already started talking with you about the design and marketing of the book. Despite the excitement, the stress was testing you more than ever before; but Felix was always there for you at the end of the day. He always set the table for dinner and ran a hot bath for the two of you.

It was now the evening of his birthday. The two of you had already spent a relaxed day together, waking up early to prepare a lunchtime picnic, something which had become an annual tradition. His birthday was the perfect day to have your last picnic of the year, with the first few leaves on the trees surrounding you turning gold.

You found yourself back home, decorating your living room with balloons and banners while Felix showered. He tried to help, but you insisted that it was supposed to be a surprise – or as much of a surprise as it could be. You were terrible at hiding things from him.

For some reason, this year, Felix suggested to have a party for his birthday. At your age, nearing thirty, it was more of a gathering than a party, but you decided to roll with it. It had been a while since you had met with your mutual friends anyway, adult life seeming to get in the way for everyone. 

Just as you finished up loading the table with finger foods and champagne bottles, Felix appeared in the doorway, “Ah, my angel, it looks amazing. Thank you,” he smiled, although the corners of his mouth didn’t stretch the whole way as they usually did.

He always put his whole soul into smiling at you. He was nervous, that was easy to tell. You shrugged it off, figuring that it was just because he was worried to see everyone again. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pecked him on the lips, hoping it would be enough to ease his nerves a little. When you tried to pull away, he held you in place with his hands at your hips.

“I need to get changed before everyone arrives,” you chuckled, “I know it’s just casual, but I still wanna wear a dress.”

Sighing, his hands dropped from your waist, allowing you to quickly scurry up the stairs. While you were double checking your appearance in the mirror, rearranging your hair a little, you heard the first guest ring the doorbell. 

‘That’s probably Chris,’ you thought, ‘he’s always early.’

Sure enough, once Felix opened the door, Chris’ voice sounded throughout the house, “Felix! Happy birthday, man. It’s been too long.”

“For sure. Thanks for coming.”

Their voices suddenly dimmed down to whispers as they made their way into the living room. You decided your curiosity was more important than your hair, making your way downstairs after them. 

Felix’s back faced you as you walked in, hovering over the table as he reached for one of the cheaper champagne bottles. Chris’ head snapped up, his hand instantly dipping into his jacket pocket before he opened his arms up for a hug.

“Y/N, it’s so nice to see you!” he exclaimed, bringing you in for a tight hug.

“Thanks for coming,” you said as you pulled away, instinctively taking the champagne flute Felix handed you.

Chris did the same, waving his free hand about, “Nah, anything for my bro,” he slapped Felix on the back lightly, “I can’t believe you’re twenty-seven now. I still remember being sat next to you on our first day of middle school.”

“God, I forgot that you’ve been friends for that long,” you sighed, struggling to imagine what Felix was like over a decade ago.

“You’re probably lucky you didn’t know me back then,” Felix chuckled, taking a swig of his drink.

Chris nodded in agreement, “Your fashion sense definitely improved.”

Before you can continue the conversation, the door bell rang again, Felix instantly placing down his drink to answer. The next hour was spent catching up with Felix’s friends, and sometimes their partners too, while constantly getting up to usher in more guests.

Jisung was the last to arrive, making himself at home and taking over the aux cable. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, and finally Felix’s shoulders relaxed a little as he stood with you in the corner of the room.

“It’s been so long, I was worried it would be awkward,” he sighed, “Thank god.”

Snaking one hand around his waist, you smiled up at him, “You’re an amazing host.”

He returned your smile, placing a kiss on your forehead. The doorbell rang, bewilderment spreading across Felix’s face.

“Isn’t everyone here already?” you asked.

He shrugged, reluctantly slipping away from your grasp, “I’ll answer it, don’t worry.”

Unable to suppress your curiosity, you find yourself a couple paces behind him, peering over his shoulder as he opened the door. The person revealed on the other side was the last person you expected, or wanted, to see. 

“Minho… what a surprise!” You could hear Felix’s strained smile even though his back was turned to you.

He slowly opens the door wide enough and steps back to let Minho in, who nods and mutters a quick and awkward “hello” before stepping inside. Instantly, he locks eyes with you.

Fire instantly shot through your veins, your heartbeat doubling with every second that passed. It was only made worse when Minho opened his mouth, “Y/N, hi.”

Your brain ran through every memory you had of him, as if everything happened yesterday. Ice-cream, tears, the curves of his body, midnight takeaways. Your heart sank. 

Only when Felix’s arm found its place at your waist did you snap out of it, “Hello… we weren’t expecting you,” you were fully aware of how fake your smile looked.

“Yeah, I was surprised you didn’t invite him,” someone spoke up from behind you. You turn around to see Jisung leaning against the doorframe, “He moved here recently, so I took the liberty of inviting him for you. For old time’s sake.”

“Ah, thank you,” Felix smiled, turning back to Minho, “it’s been a while since we caught up, I didn’t realise.”

The truth was that the two of you were well aware of his presence in the city through Chris, but inviting him wasn’t even considered when planning the party. Of course, Jisung didn’t know the history between the two of you – Minho wasn’t exactly an open book, even to his friends. 

“Are you guys coming back? It’s your party,” Jisung commented, not lingering for a second as he returned to the living room.

The three of you awkwardly made your way in, everyone instantly crowding around Minho and exclaiming how they hadn’t seen him in so long. You were hoping to cling to Felix even more tightly for the rest of the night, but he was pulled aside by Chris for a seemingly important hushed conversation. You were left to your own devices.

Champagne. You poured yourself another, very large, glass to wash down the feeling of dread. When you turned around, you were face to face with Minho once again.

“Can I help you?” you raised an eyebrow, trying your best to keep your cool despite wanting the ground to swallow you.

He gestured towards the table behind you, “Can I get a drink?”

You nodded, internally rolling your eyes as you poured him a glass. Hopefully he would leave you alone after you gave him what he wanted.

Unfortunately, he had other plans for you, “It’s been a very long time… don’t you have anything to say?” 

“Exactly… it’s been a very long time,” you scrunched your eyebrows together, “There’s nothing to say.”

“Well let’s start with how you ended up with one of my best friends,” he shrugged. 

Was he just here to cause trouble? He didn’t seem to care if anyone were to hear your conversation.

“Your best friend, who you also haven’t talked to in years,” you pointed out.

“Do you love him?”

“In ways I never could have loved you.”

“You could have,” he trailed off, “if you had given me the time.”

This conversation felt like a game of chess to you. You took another sip of your drink before making your next move, “And you just wanted me to put my life on hold for you?”

“Isn’t that what people are supposed to do when they love each other?”

“Sometimes, maybe. But not me,” you could feel your blood boiling now. Your anxious grip on your glass was the only thing keeping you from throwing its contents at him, “I needed someone who could grow at the same time as me. I found that in Felix.”

In mentioning his name, your eyes searched the room for him. He was still deeply engrossed in his conversation with Chris, so calling him over to rescue you was out of the question. 

“It’s not as fun, though, is it?” Minho continued, “I’m surprised someone like you could settle for someone so… stable.”

This time, you didn’t even try to stop your eyes from rolling into the back of your head, “It’s really none of your business… why are you even here?”

“I still love you.”

In an instant, you found yourself storming to the kitchen. Even though the chatter and the music from the next room was loud enough that the neighbours could probably hear, it wasn’t enough to drown out the last sentence Minho said to you. It played on loop in your head, which had started pounding with each replay. 

There was a part of you that was still in love with him. Of course there was – even at the end, you were willing to stay with him until he figured himself out. Even if it ruined you. But since then, you had grown grateful of the fact that he broke it off. Maybe that was why you still loved him: because he saved you from the awful ways life could have panned out for you otherwise. 

But there was Felix now. And more than just one part of you loved him. Your body wasn’t big enough to contain just how you felt about him. 

“Honey, what are you doing here?” Felix’s soothing voice appeared from behind you, his arms snaking around your torso and pulling you backwards into him.

“Minho needs to leave,” you looked up at him with a frown.

He didn’t question you at all. He just nodded before turning on his heel, leaving you alone with your thoughts once more. You downed the rest of your drink before deciding you needed something a little stronger.

Once you had composed yourself, you finally stepped out into the hallway only to meet Minho’s eyes once more. He was on his way out, followed by Felix as if he was a bouncer. He successfully managed to usher him onto the doorstep, but Minho’s eyes were still focused on yours. 

Felix closed the door on him, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding. 

“Shall we go back in?” he didn’t bother you with questions, knowing you were probably thinking about it enough already. 

You nodded, slowly padding back towards the living room.

“Y/N! Where were you?” Chris’ partner quickly made her way to you.

“Oh, a work call,” you smiled exasperatedly. Luckily, she seemed to have had enough drinks to not notice your lie.

“Shame, you missed Minho on his way out.”

“Yeah, I thought he would be hear for longer,” Jisung tutted, “turns out he still has some unpacking to do. I thought he would have at least stayed for the free food.”

“He’ll miss out on the big surprise as well,” she sighed, her eyes growing to the size of saucers as soon as she closed her mouth.

This befuddled you, your eyes darting between hers, Chris’ and Felix’s. You didn’t have a surprise planned, even though it was Felix’s birthday, so you weren’t entirely sure what she was talking about. Unless they had planned something for him without your knoweldge. 

“Come on, love, it’s called a surprise for a reason,” Chris gently rested a hand on her shoulder as she giggled nervously.

You instantly turned to Felix, whispering, “Do you know what they’re talking about?”

His lips pursed together and you could tell he was playing around with something in his jacket pocket. He took both your hands in his, slowly walking backwards as he dragged you to the centre of the room. As if on cue, Jisung scrambled to his phone and the song abruptly changed to something more mellow. 

As its melody continued to flow through your ears, you found yourself quietly humming along, as if by muscle memory. It was the last song you and Felix sang together at karaoke on your first official date.

“What’s this about?” you chuckled, suddenly remembering your confusion.

He let go of your hands and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small box as he lowered himself down onto one knee. Holding the box out to you, he quickly snapped it open. 

A ring.

It was a thin silver band, with one diamond in the middle complemented by two smaller sapphires either side. It looked exactly like the ring you pointed out to him months ago, when the two of you had first started discussing marriage. Only then did you finally realise what he was doing.

“...Surprise!”

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i. STARS BY THE POCKETFUL ! ‹ heartslabyul ›

» the single beautiful moment you both realize you feel the same type of love for each other. the breathless whisper of honesty, the sweet relief that washes over you like the gentleness of satin sheets across your skin—the truth that's been tugging at your hearts and the afterglow of the moment that kept you on your toes for what felt like a thousand eternities had come to its conclusion.

⇝when you make your feelings known and they feel the same way—the world gleamed with colors.

[ n. this is inspired by snow on the beach by taylor swift and lana del rey ! <3 ]

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you reminisce the first day you'd set foot at heartslabyul. the paint on the roses were still so fresh then. who would have imagined circumstances would come to this? the long dried red on the roses of the gardens matched the shade that stained riddle's cheeks. somehow the tea and cakes seemed so much sweeter than they usually did. a simple brush of your hands melted into fingers interlocking with each other. not much words were exchanged after you had put your heart in your hands and he lovingly recieved it, taking it in his own gently silently swearing to guard it with his life. he would give it everything he had to offer and then, your silence carried more than words ever could.

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the hustle and bustle of sage's island's local marketplace bathed in the blissful morning glow. the clinking of change, the fruits on display, the voices of busy people entangling with each other in a mess of crowded noise and yet, it still felt so still and quiet in the bubble seemingly enveloping you and trey. the sun's golden rays bounced across his features as he broke into a winner's smile at the sound of your confession. it felt like the the dewdrops glistening on the tulips at the flower shop beside the bakery you both stood at—or the scent of freshly baked bread that he carried with him. it was warm and lovely. and as he took your hand and brought it to his lips, your little weekend errand almost felt like romantic getaway with him.

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the song he played as he plucked through the strings of his guitar bounced across the four corners of his room and the words that came tumbling out of his lips in almost a swirling haze of melodic perfection filled your heart right up to the brim. cater had a way with words. being able to diffuse a tight situation and keeping a calm stature throughout was a talent nothing short of incredible. it was a facade he kept up inside of magicam and outside to people around him. but no trace of that cater could be found in moments like these. the exhausting game of pretend never seemed necessary around you. it took him a while to realize, but now that he did, it was the one thing he was sure of himself after doubting almost everything his whole life. emerald green orbs were locked onto the strings of his instrument. he'd been keeping his eyes directed at them the entire time, afraid to look up. but when he did, the puzzle pieces seemed to just fall in place. it was like he was building it all from scratch and he stood there, watching the masterpiece that was you, glowing in a shade of blue that he's never seen before. the blue of honesty and stability. you were the anchor he needed, the lighthouse in his dark, stormy ocean of a soul. and as you leaned in to press your lips against his, a soft sigh of relief escaped after from a breath that he didn't know he was even holding in the entire time.

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the way the rain pattered against the ground was heavy. it fell hard and unexpected, just like you and ace. and as you both grew tired of waiting for it to cease its relentless pouring outside, somehow you both found yourselves right underneath the heavy drops of the harsh weather. the cool of the summer rain along your laughter mixed together painted a canvas of gleaming orange. it felt so beautiful to be enjoying your youth, basking in the innocence of friendship turned into love. and as he held you close, bodies pressed together under the heavy drops of the rain on the pavement, your lips parted from each others'. the serendipitous first kiss you shared under a gloomy sky felt like sweet tangerines in a warm summer forest, or the sunsets by the sea that make you want to run around in the sand in your bare feet. and as the thunder clapped and the rain seemed to grow even stronger, you both ran. he held both of your shoes on his left hand, never letting go of your own in his other, leaving a trail of bubbly laughter on the roads you both passed through.

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the thick pile of white that covered the pavements of the college made his breath visible in the cold winter air. the way your scarf looked a little too big on you, or the way you rub your hands together as you walk over the snow was mesmerizing to him. the simplest things you did just makes his breath hitch. he wasn't impulsive, no. deuce knew how to rationalize. but at this very moment, the way you took his hands and placed them on your cheeks in an attempt to keep warm, a soft whisper of honesty slipped under his breath unknowingly. you heard. it was a pure, unadulterated and sincere like moonlight passing through your window, or the first flakes of snow on your nose on november. and as the blood rushed to his cheeks and his cyan orbs frantically started looking anywhere but at you, it was quick. innocent and quick but so lovely, you were on your toes with your arms around his neck. as you parted, his smile looked like he had won a contest. the rush of happiness enveloped the both of you like the morning glow of the sun against the sparkling snow on your boots. and that was only the beginning.

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Loosely inspired by this post by @shieldofiron <3

Jonathan softly dabs the towel against Billy’s lip, absorbing the blood seeping from the swollen split. He’s more careful now than he’s ever been in his life, halting his movements when a tear slips down the blond’s cheek and setting the towel atop the counter.

“I’m sorry,” Jonathan whispers.

He reaches out to cup Billy’s cheek, dropping his hand when he flinches at the movement.

“‘S okay,” Billy rasps.

He sniffles. Keeps his eyes low, refusing to meet Jonathan’s as he swipes his tongue over the inside of his lip. The cut glistens with another drop of blood and Jonathan stops the flow with the towel again.

“It’s not,” he sighs. Looks from Billy’s busted lip to the smear of red across his own knuckles, and winces. “I could’ve handled it differently.”

“Not your job to keep me in check, Byers.”

“So, what, I’m supposed to let you pick fights you can’t win? Would’ve ended up in the hospital with more than a busted lip.”

Billy chuckles, and Jonathan’s brows furrow.

“Maybe we should stop… this,” Billy says.

The rasp is back in his voice and his eyes prick with tears.

Jonathan’s first instinct is to want to pull him in for a hug, but just based on the last time he put his hands on Billy, he decides against it.

“I think you need some rest,” he says. “We’re both still worked up, and—“

“I don’t like putting you in situations like that,” Billy huffs. His shoulders shake, and he leans forward until his forehead bumps into Jonathan’s shoulder. “You shouldn’t have to be my buffer. You shouldn’t have to worry about me flying off the handle because I can’t fucking control myself.”

A sob shakes him, and Jonathan decides fuck it. Wraps his arms protectively around Billy and squeezes.

Fists twist in the fabric of his shirt at either side and pull him closer until he’s standing between Billy’s legs. Until they’re pressed together as close as they could possibly get.

For a moment, Jonathan just holds him. Lets him cry into the crook of his neck and squeeze as tight as he wants, even if it makes breathing a bit of a chore.

“We just have to work on that, baby. Together,” Jonathan croons. He pets Billy’s hair when he sniffles and tilts their heads together. “First step is not touching you when you don’t wanna be touched, right? ‘N talking you down when you need an extra hand cooling off?”

Billy whimpers softly, and it has Jonathan’s own vision becoming cloudy.

“I shouldn’t’ve…”

“I shouldn’t have grabbed you. I knew you were too worked up and I did it anyway.”

The blond just shakes his head wordlessly. Jonathan begins rocking them gently from side to side and shushing into his hair.

To think that this is the same guy who snatched the collar of his shirt and nearly picked him up off the ground a little over an hour ago is almost unbelievable. Aside from the fact that he’s pulling Jonathan up to his tippy toes as we speak.

“Don’t want you to be scared of me…”

Jonathan chuckles and sighs fondly, like the idea in and of itself is completely ridiculous. Billy’s breath hitches.

“Which one of us came home tonight more busted up? I can take you in a fight any time, Hargrove, so don’t even worry about that.”

Again, Billy’s shoulders shake, but this time it’s from laughter. He chuckles into the crook of Jonathan’s neck and the tension bleeds from his shoulders in an instant as he interlocks his fingers over the small of the brunet’s back.

“You have a pretty sick left hook, I’ll give you that.”

“Would’a had your ass on the ground in seconds if your puppy dog eyes didn’t tug at my heartstrings so much after the first punch.”

They both chuckle at that. Jonathan noses a handful of kisses into Billy’s hair and rubs softly over his back, coaxing a sigh from his lungs. It has every muscle in his body going limp in a matter of moments.

“I believe it,” Billy says.

“Mm,” Jonathan hums. “So, do you still wanna break up?”

The blond leans back enough to make eye contact.

“Are you trying to bait me into kicking your ass? Because I will, I don’t care if I lose.”

Jonathan smiles and leans in, brushing his lips against the corner of Billy’s mouth so as not to disturb the cut. The blond’s eyes slip shut as more kisses are pressed all over his face.

He remains perfectly calm as Jonathan cups his cheek and gently swipes his thumb over the faded streak of a tear.

“That’s what I thought,” he muses. “Let’s go to bed, you big softie.”

[lilac-hecox]

Gosh, dang, the stream should have been 3 hours like the other one to hit all the goals. We didn't get the fan fic reading or the interlocking toes photoshoot 😔