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Hey, how are you? First of all, I just want to say that I'm absolutely in love with your writing 🥹 you make it so fluid and fun to read 🖤

I'd like to ask a scenario/reaction for seventeen (ot13 individually, if possible) in which they have have a crush on reader, and then the reader gets cold and some other member offers them their hoodie, and they get kinda jealous and then might come up with some excuse for the reader to use their hoodie instead or something else of the sort. You can decide what each of them will do on your own, I wanna read it hehe

But just making it obvious they have a crush, even if they think they are not

Thank youuu, hope you have fun 🖤🖤

hiii lovely !! i'm doing good and i hope you are great too ! and thank you so much for these compliments, i'm glad to hear that you like my writing !! this was so fun and adorable to write even if it took me a looot of time but i hope you'll still like it ! thank you for sending in an ask !

seventeen getting jealous of you wearing another member's hoodie

-> pairing : svt × gn!reader

-> words count : 1.6k words

-> genre : fluff

-> sorry if I made any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !

-> masterlist | svt masterlist

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

He truly loves Jeonghan, he really does. But to see him smirk at him while giving you one of his hoodies was not on his bingo card of their friendship. He knew how teasing Jeonghan could get, but to do that when he perfectly knew the fat crush Seungcheol had on you felt wrong. He would get a little pouty, crossing his arms and shooting deadly glares at his friend. Right before you all had to leave for the bar, he told you that the color of Jeonghan’s hoodie was absolutely not fitting with the rest of your outfit and handed you one of his in a color that was going so much better with your other clothes. Cheol is very proud of the annoyed look on his friend’s face, and the sweet smile you give him as thank you.

YOON JEONGHAN

When he gets back from the store and sees you all comfy in Joshua’s hoodie, he’s not having it. He plays it off, asking you who this belongs to since it’s clearly not your usual style. And you give him exactly the answer he was waiting for. Jeonghan gives the piece of clothing a judging look but says nothing and just leaves for a few minutes. When he comes back, he throws another hoodie at you, one of his. And when you ask what was the problem with the one you had on, he argues that it doesn’t fit your aesthetic. You are a little confused but still put on Jeonghan's hoodie. He will spend the rest of the day watching over you with a little smirk on his face, proud of seeing you wear his clothes. 

HONG JOSHUA

I feel like Joshua is not so much a jealous guy but more of a possessive person. So he does not feel very jealous at seeing you wearing Jun’s hoodie, but he wants to make it clear that you’re his crush and not anyone else’s. He’s not even trying to hide it, it’s comical at this point. Joshua is straight up telling you that he would like it better if you wore his hoodie instead. He loves how you get a little shy by his bold demand but still agree, immediately taking off Jun’s hoodie and putting on the one Joshua is handing you. He will be so touchy the whole day, making it even more obvious that he wants you to be his. 

MOON JUNHUI

He’s so fucking smooth about it. Jun doesn’t want to see you wearing Soonyoung’s hoodie, even if he’s your best friend, but he doesn’t wanna make it too obvious either. He wants to confess properly, not giving it away because he’s jealous. So he will tell you that the hoodie your friend gave you had a stain on it, and that you couldn’t wear it for when you will all go out after lunch. Jun so kindly offered one of his instead, discarding the other boy's clothes and giving you one of his hoodies.  He feels a little bad for Soonyoung for one second, and then you flash him your prettiest smile and he doesn’t even know what guilt is anymore. 

KWON SOONYOUNG

On the contrary, Soonyoung is so fucking obvious, it’s painful for everyone else watching. As soon as he saw you walking around in Wonwoo’s hoodie, he got pouty, refusing to talk to you. His argument ? It’s a betrayal to your friendship, regarding the fact that he’s your best friend and that Wonwoo is not. He’s such a baby about it, it’s cute. And Soonyong will keep crying about it until you finally give in and accept to take one of his sweaters instead. Except that he completely forgot to do his laundry and there is no more clean hoodie for you. It’s pretty comical to see his face fall and his pout return. 

JEON WONWOO

As I’ve already stated, Wonwoo is not a jealous person, especially over his crush that is not even his partner yet. So he will not try to absolutely get you to not wear Jihoon’s hoodie or come up with an excuse like the others, even if he would’ve preferred if you wore his, just so it could smell like you once you give it back. Next time though, he’ll be prepared, either with a spare hoodie, or by wearing an outfit that allows him to give you his hoodie without getting too cold. And to think that Wonwoo does this just for you makes you feel all giddy inside, and when you make sure to acknowledge and appreciate his efforts, it’s his turn to get a little shy and bashful (he’s so cute i’m dying). 

LEE JIHOON

I swear he’s stopping it before it even happens. He told you before going to take a spare hoodie or jacket with you because even if the weather was good, it would start to get colder soon. But as usual, you didn’t listen to him because it would’ve ruined your cute little outfit. Jihoon knew that you would end up complaining because you were cold, and that’s why he put on a hoodie himself - just so he could give it to you. But he wasn’t ready for how fast Seokmin offered to take his off and give it to you. But Jihoon is quicker and he is handing you his sweater before you even had the time to respond to his friend. We love a careful king like him.

LEE SEOKMIN

Another who’s a baby about it and so not subtle about it. He sees you laughing about how big Mingyu’s hoodie looks on you. And even though you’re not wrong, Seokmin knows that his sweaters would look big on you too, and that they would even suit you more because the colors he has match your style better than his friend’s. You can see how unhappy he is about the whole thing, and you take this opportunity to tease him a little. Seokmin would not even try to hide it, arguing that if you wanted to wear an oversized hoodie, you could’ve asked for his instead. He will only stop pouting when you agree to wear one of his. 

KIM MINGYU

This big bay is sulking, like you had just back-stabbed him. And it’s only because you’re always barging about how big and oversized hoodies are the best ones, and here you are, wearing one of Minghao’s when you could’ve asked Mingyu and it would have been even bigger. He’s not telling you anything though, even if it’s kinda obvious that he’s upset over something. The next time you’re asking Mingyu about his opinion on your outfit, he doesn’t remind you to bring a jacket with you only so he could hand you his sweater and watch you drown into the fabric. Bonus point if you give it back without washing it and it still has your perfume and scent on it. 

XU MINGHAO

Minghao would not say anything about the fact that you were currently wearing Seungkwan hoodie’s, but he would still give his member a kind of side eye when he comments on how well the piece of clothing suits you. During dinner, he will unfortunately drop some food on the sweater. Oh no ! But don’t worry, he will give you one of his instead so you can stay warm. Minghao will ignore all night how Seungkwan is sulking and will simply smile at you when you say that his hoodie is very soft. It’s just feeling very right to see you walking around in his clothes, and he definitely wouldn’t mind seeing you wear them more.

BOO SEUNGKWAN

He’s not having it, like at all. Especially since he’s very obvious about his crush on you around his members, and that they all know how much he loves you, he doesn’t like the fact that you’re wearing Hansol’s clothes. Seungkwan is not even really jealous, he’s only mad at his friend for doing this even though he knows everything. He’s giving deadly glares to Hansol all day, as if he really wanted to kill him for handing you his hoodie. He knows that he’s only doing this to tease him, but still. When you ask Seungkwan what’s wrong, he’s only telling you that he’s in a bad mood. But from now on, he will jump in before anyone else if you ever need a hoodie. 

CHWE HANSOL

Nobody knows about Hansol’s crush on you, because it is no one else’s business. So he can’t be upset at Chan for giving you his hoodie because you were cold, he just wished he was quicker and gave you his. And it even feels strange that you accepted his friend’s clothing, because Hansol had told you countless times that you could borrow anything from his room, even when he was not there. Later on, he will ask you why you were wearing Chan’s hoodie, thinking that his approach was casual (even when it’s really not). When you explained that you just didn’t want to make him feel bad when he offered, Hansol simply nodded. But his cheeks quickly turned red when you admitted prefering to wear his sweater. 

LEE CHAN

Chan really tries hard to not show his crush on you, but the way he looks at you is not as subtle as he thinks and everyone has understood what was going on, even you. Hence why you’re wearing one of Seungcheol hoodie’s right now. Yes, Chan is kinda obvious, but you still want to be 100% sure that he won’t reject you. And what better than jealousy ? Plus, he’s always making a point of giving you his clothes when you’re cold, so he doesn’t understand why you didn’t ask him this time. He’s pouting and sulking for sure, even complaining to his hyung about how he’s trying to steal his crush. Honestly, he’s just very cute and he’s being a baby. The only way to get him to smile again is by agreeing to take his hoodie instead. 

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Relief

꒰ genre ⤑ suggestive, FLUFF

꒰ warnings ⤑ dry humping, (cum in pants), that’s all 🚶🏽‍♀️

꒰ words count ⤑ 0.6k

꒰ A/N ⤑ hi hi hi everyone, well I'm back again I guess. I really wanna apologize for my inactivity. Here's a very little drabble like promised. It's really nothing but, perhaps a proof of me still being alive here? lmao. So, thank you for waiting for me. I'm still working on SL pt.3., I know I'm taking so much time. sorry sorry, I guess I'm more lazy than I thought ahah. Unfortunately for the people waiting, I'll release the third part next year only. Please stay patient. Reminder : English is not my first language. And... I'm a feedback craver, please don't be shy and leave a lil comment please, you know I love it! xoxo - sunny

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Jungkook came home exhausted from work as he found you in bed, wearing just one of his oversized shirt and a pair of panties.

“hey! you’re home.” you said sweetly as you started to sit up a smile plastered on your lips, but he shook his head gesturing you to stay still before crawling into bed hovering on top of you.

Laying down on your chest, his face pressed into the crook of your warm neck, he just sighed as he shifted against your panties.

You curled one of your legs over his thin waist, closing your eyes enjoying the friction of the rough material of his pants against your thin panties.

Jungkook ruted forward against you with a low moan passing by his lips. His cold hands sliding up under your shirt, feeling your warm skin, making you shivered as his long digits caressed your sides.

He didn’t pull his face from your throat as he continued humping against you, going faster and faster until he finally still his hips, pressed tightly to yours, a soft moan escaping his mouth.

You stroked over the back of his head, sliding your fingers into his soft black locks.

“was it good, babe?” Jungkook slid off to his side, a tired smile decorating his pretty lips.

“thank you my love.” he said softly.

You threw your right leg over on his waist, and kissed his cheek.

“bad day?” you asked turning on your side to stare at him.

“I had too much work. So many things to deal with today.” he sighed heavily closing his eyes.

“Wanna talk about it? I’m all ears.” you said softly playing with the buttons of his shirt.

“Tomorrow.” he replied grabbing your hand gently in his.

“don’t wanna shower before sleeping?”

You sat a little looking down at him waiting for an answer.

“’m too tired to move.” he chuckled eyes still closed.

You stared at him and sat cross-legged this time.

“You want me to help you?”

He opened his eyes, standing himself up on his elbows.

“What did I do to deserve you?” he smiled, his dimples on full display making your heart melt at how cute he was.

“It’s okay darling, I’m fine don’t worry.” he reassured you.

“But you just c-“

“want to help me, huh?”

“Yes of course.” you replied immediately.

“ok then.” he laid down on his back again.

“Cuddle with me.” he said grabbing your arm pulling you so you’re on top of him.

“You’re so-“ you started before he cut you off.

“in love with you?” he said smirking making you close your eyes hiding your face into the crook of his neck, smiling at his words.

He laughed softly at your reaction.

“I love you.” he said one hand stroking your lower back, the other hand, fingers tangled in your hair.

“I love you ‘koo.” you whispered against his neck, peppering soft little kisses on the smooth skin.

He took your face in his hands and kissed your lips, taking his sweet time to enjoy the softness of them. It was a lazy kiss but it was full of love. He smiled at you lovingly as he parted away.

“I promise to make it up to you tomorrow.” he muttered feeling guilty about not making you come earlier.

“it’s fine.” you chucked shaking your head.

“Good night.” you kissed him one last time, before laying your head down on his muscular chest again, his strong cologne invading your nose.

“Good night my love.” He laid a gently peck on your forehead, holding you tightly in his strong arms.

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someone said filthy and raunchy reqs for ume???? say no more !! what abt both of you eating at pothros and this random guy gives you his number, now ume isn’t used to this as everyone knows you’re bofurin’s leader gf, and at first he’s confused so he doesn’t react jealous, so that somehow makes you feel uneasy, like, why isn’t he getting jealous??

anddd when you both get home, he pushes you against the wall and absolutely PROVES how jealous he is and how disrespected he feels that you think he didn’t care enough 👀 so he shows you he does care ANSBDNFNS i’m such a sucker for him.

thank you so much in advance, if you do this req!!! 🤍✨ if not, thanks either way jsjs!

Lose Your Composure - An Umemiya x Reader Fanfic

Smut. 18+. Rough sex. Fem Reader. Ume is in his 20’s here! Divider by @benkeibear. Any and all feedback is adored!

You blink up at the man holding out a napkin to you, a series of digits scrawled on the paper. Making no move to take it, you glance over at your boyfriend for his reaction. 

Umemiya is looking at the man with the same confused expression you’re wearing. 

You laugh nervously. “Uh, I’m flattered, but I have a boyfriend,” you say, gesturing toward the very tall and recognizable man sitting beside you at the table. 

Honestly, what is this guy thinking? He’s been staring at you from the counter ever since he walked in. Does he not know who Umemiya is? And even if he somehow doesn’t, how brazen do you have to be to give your number to a woman while she’s sitting with another man?

He’s still holding it out to you. “Take it anyway,” he says with a smarmy grin. “You might get tired of this guy sooner than you think.”

You narrow your eyes. You were trying to be polite at first, but this guy is pushing it! “I’m not interested,” you say with a firm tone. 

The stranger shrugs and finally pulls his hand back, shoving the crumpled napkin into his pocket and walking out of Pothos. 

You sigh and look over at Ume, curious to see his reaction, but he’s already gone back to eating his food, a pleasant smile on his face. 

Damn. You were sort of hoping for something else. 

You’ve never seen Ume jealous before. Maybe it’s because he’s used to seeing you surrounded by other guys, and those guys are his friends who would never dream of being inappropriate with you. To be honest, you’d like to see him get a little possessive, just once. You love that he trusts you and respects you, and you love how sweet he is, but is it wrong to want to see your boyfriend a little jealous? A little riled up? 

Just the thought has you getting heated. You’ve never seen Ume in a fight before, though you know he’s strong. He’s made sure to never expose you to violence, and you appreciate his efforts. But it also means you’ve never seen him being serious or angry. You’ve been together for months now, and you’ve only managed to catch brief glimpses of his firm, dominant side. It peeks out every so often in the bedroom, so quick you almost miss it, and always followed by an apologetic look from him. 

Once it was his hand on your head while you were sucking him off, pressing your head down just before cumming in your mouth. Another time it was him gripping your wrists above your head while you laid on your back, his body above yours. He’d seemed to feel guilty about those instances, but you found them extremely hot. 

Now, you were expecting him to have some sort of reaction to a random guy hitting on you right in front of him, but he didn’t. He didn’t even seem to care.  

You finish your meal in silence, occasionally nodding along as your boyfriend talks about his garden or the crazy antics his friends got into today. You’re not mad, but you are a bit disappointed, and you’re afraid that will be obvious if you speak too much. 

After leaving Pothos, Ume walks you back to your apartment. He practically lives here too, but he hasn’t mentioned staying over tonight. Usually he just does as he pleases, so it’s not like he needs an invitation. Still, he seems a little awkward as the two of you ride the elevator up to your floor. Has he noticed the shift in your mood? 

“Is everything alright?” he asks as you step out of the elevator. 

“It’s fine,” you say as you make your way down the hall, digging your key out of your bag. The response came out a bit sharper than you’d intended. 

“Are you upset?” 

The question makes you feel a surge of guilt. Ume has done nothing wrong. But you still feel the way you feel. You should at least explain that. 

You stop in front of your door, unlocking and opening it. You can’t bring yourself to look at him as you say, “I’m not upset. I just expected you to have a bigger reaction to that guy trying to give me his number. It almost feels like you don’t care if other guys hit on me.”

Walking inside and dropping your bag and keys on a nearby table, you still don’t look at him. You hear Ume follow you in and shut the door behind him. When you flick on the light and finally turn to face him, your blood turns to ice. 

Your sweet, adoring boyfriend who is always smiling at you, who always looks at you with the kindest expressions, now looks like an entirely different person. His smile is nowhere to be found, his lips a hard line. There’s a fiery intensity to his eyes that almost scares you, a look in them that you’re certain has made many men quiver in fear. Before you is not your doting lover. It’s the Bofurin boss that has crushed every enemy who dared to challenge him. 

It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen in your life. 

“Ume?”

He doesn’t say anything, only moves toward you at a speed you didn’t think possible and presses your back against the wall. Not hard, but firm. 

You look up as he towers over you, his big hands on the wall beside your head. Looking down at you, a few strands of hair slide down around his eyes, and you feel like a helpless little bug. 

“H-Hajime?” You don’t call him by that name often, so used to calling him Ume even before you started dating. His eyes seem to glimmer when he hears it. 

“Do you have any idea how hard I’ve been holding back?” he asks, his voice uncharacteristically low. “How much I wanted to break that asshole’s neck for even looking at you? How I wanted to take you right there on the table so the whole town knows I’m the only one who can touch you?”

Your heart is racing, your breaths coming quicker as you stare up at him. You’re already getting wet. 

“And you think I don’t care?” His voice goes even deeper as he leans in, his beautiful face tantalizingly close to yours. “I’ll show you how much I care.”

He kisses you, not in the usual sweet and gentle way, but with his mouth claiming yours, stealing your breath, his tongue pushing in to taste you. 

Your arms automatically move to encircle his neck as you kiss him back, suddenly feeling like all these clothes you’re both wearing are in the way. He fixes that quickly, shrugging off his coat and letting it fall to the ground, then tearing your clothes off so aggressively, he rips your pretty new underwear. 

This is a side you’ve never seen of him. And when he pulls his white T-shirt over his head and looks at you with that burning expression, his hair slightly disheveled, you nearly buckle right there. 

You stand on your tiptoes, leaning up to kiss him again, but he suddenly grabs your shoulders and turns you around to face away from him. You hear him unbuckle his belt, then he’s pressing your upper half against the wall, slightly bending you over, and forcefully spreading your legs. 

His fingers slide down, dipping between your slick folds, feeling how absolutely drenched you are. When he finds your clit, circling and rubbing it with one finger, you moan against the wall. 

He leans over you, his bare, toned chest pressing into your naked back, and says, “That fucker at Pothos put me in a bad mood. You’re gonna have to fix that.”

A shiver runs down your spine. Ume rarely ever uses coarse language, at least in front of you. To hear him saying such things right in your ear as he plays with your throbbing clit is driving you mad. 

“Now spread wider and take my cock,” he says, nearly pushing you over the edge.  

You scoot your feet a little wider apart, as much as you can with your legs trembling, and then his hands are on your hips, grip firm, holding you in place. You gasp as you feel his entire length shove inside you, filling you up to the brim, stretching you to your limit. 

Before you can even adjust to his massive cock, his hands lift your lower half up, so that your legs are dangling above the floor, your upper half wedged against the wall. And just like that, he takes you. His thrusts are deep, powerful, making your helpless body jerk with each one. 

You whimper out his name as your hands press into the wall, trying to take pressure off your face. You were already on the edge of climax before he even started fucking you, now you’re about to explode with pleasure as your kind boyfriend rails you. 

Is this even Ume? The difference in his very aura makes you shudder with delight. How did he figure out this is what you’ve been craving? 

He slams in deep, hitting a sensitive spot that makes you crumble. Your orgasm ripples through you, bringing tears to your eyes as you moan incoherently. Your hands lose all strength and slip from the wall. You think you’re going to fall, but then Ume’s strong arms wrap around your torso, holding you up. The embrace is gentle, even as he continues pounding you with his cock, and you can feel his overwhelming love radiating through his arms, through his heartbeat against your back. 

Then, he stiffens inside you, pushing in so deep it feels like he’s inside your womb before shooting his thick, hot cum into your core. He stays buried that way, still holding you close, until he’s completely empty. Then he gently pulls out and sits you back on your feet. 

Your legs feel like they’re made of spaghetti as you struggle to turn around and look at him. He’s panting, his face red, his hair wet with sweat. And he’s wearing that cute apologetic expression. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asks, his voice sounding almost sheepish. 

You feel like laughing, but you don’t have the energy. Instead you collapse against his chest. “Ume, you just made me cum harder than I ever have in my life.”

His hands are rubbing your back. “So… you liked that? Me being more forceful?” 

You look up at him. “Yes, but not all the time. I don’t think I could handle that every night!”

He bends down slightly and scoops you up in his arms. “I just wanted to show you how I felt. When that guy offered you his number, I saw red. But I try to keep my composure in front of you. I don’t wanna scare you away.”

You lean up to kiss his cheek. “Every now and then it’s exciting to see you lose your composure,” you say as he carries you toward the bathroom. 

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he says with his sweet smile. 

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Hello, the other day I started thinking about Seventeen's reaction, how would the boys react to seeing you masturbating with a teddy bear?🫣🫣

Proceed with caution<3 Mature content ahead. [MINORS FUCK OFF DON'T INTERACT IF YOU DON'T LIKE SUCH CONTENT]

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There will be three types of reactions:

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□☆Seungcheol, Joshua, Jeonghan, Wonwoo, Chan:

The ones who will be surprised but will tell you continue in front on them. They will literally, like literally have a shit eating grin laced on their face and look at you getting curled up in embarrassment. Will ask you to continue doing whatever you were doing while they sit on a chair in front you, watching your deed. "Honey should've told me if you were this needy craving my touch" that's what they whisper you your ears when you are close enough to reach your high.

[Rest in peace to your legs 😔✋🏻they'll make you squirt as a punishment because you didn't behave at all]

□☆ Mingyu, Minghao, Jun, Vernon, Woozi:

The ones who will be horrified that you violated a teddy for your horny needs where you could've just called them. They will be in shock😭. "Okay I never thought you'd do this" But they'll soon understand that you were very needy so they'll start working for that instead. "Sweetheart should've just let me know you'd like to sit on my face" While fucking you into oblivion giving you that blissful orgasm you were craving for long.

[Will tease the shit outta you later on with this information🚶🏻‍♀️]

□☆ Seokmin, Hoshi, Seungkwan:

The ones who would so embarrassed just like you. And leave the room so that you can have some "me time". But they'll come back saying "do you need any help with what your doing baby?" So sweet and cute. Oh they'll let you sit on their face even. BUT! They'll not stop even after your first orgasm. They'll grab your thighs tightly bringing another orgasm outta you.

[Will later you ask you why didn't you just called them if you were this needy and will make you sit on their face because you love it so much😩]

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A/n: I laughed for a solid 5mins after imagining Minghao's reaction to this deed 😭. (Btw make sure to check the masterlist. The smut prompt requests are still open)

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Thanks for reading;)! Reblogs and feedbacks are really appreciated. ♡

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hey would you be able to write a felix x fem reader angst? when felix falls out of love with her.

“ARE YOU SURE IT'S NOT HATE?" anon request w/ LEE FELIX.

pairing: felix x female reader genre + warnings: angst, reader cries wc: 1.9k mina's note: tmi - my ex fell out of love with me so this hits home a little. we meet when we were 12 and we broke up when we were 21. anyways, i hope you guys like this :)) and to the cuties anon who requested this, thank you very much!! sorry for making you wait, im just like felix i have no reason!

other works here ; any comments and thoughts you can drop them here ; ty for reading.

“I asked you a question baby,” you say from across the kitchen island. Felix was occupied on his phone, sitting on the stool on the other side of the counter.

“I gave you an answer Y/N,” he huffs after a few seconds, not lifting his head from the device.

“Yeah, but not verbally though,” you make your way over to him.

“Yeah, but I’m sure you’re grown enough to figure it out, Y/N,” he replies back, rolling his eyes up from his screen for a second before continuing with scrolling.

“You’re really fine with them being blue?” You questioned again, hugging him from behind, your chin resting on his shoulder.

“They’re just cupcakes, they’ll get eaten anyways. I don’t understand what’s the big problem with the colour of the icing,” he says irritated.

It was Chan’s turn to host dinner for your friend group. You and Felix usually bring over homemade cupcakes for dessert. It was a ritual to spend every last Saturday of the month together in the kitchen baking and decorating two dozen cupcakes. And usually, it was Felix who would have a hard time choosing the colour for the icing but today it seems he just wanted to get the cupcakes over and done with.

“Okay,” you replied defeated, feeling a little hurt at his tone. “Did you wanna help me?” You softly asked, sniffing his shoulder to take in his sweet scent.

“I’m busy,” Felix sighed.

“Okay, I’ll iced them then,” you moved yourself away Felix, walking back to your original position in the kitchen.

Lately you feel like Felix hasn’t been his clingy needy self. He would stick onto you like glue every second of the day but recently he’s been distant. You can’t pinpoint when exactly it became like this, but you were sure it’s been a couple of weeks by now. He’s been telling you that work has been busy for him, and you understand how it can affect him, but you still feel a little bit downhearted when he visually shows his annoyance with you.

After finished up with the icing and getting yourself ready, you sat in living room with the box of cupcakes on your lap patiently waiting for Felix. He had locked himself in the office, saying he needed to go over his feedback for some report for work.

“Hey, how’d it go?” You ask when you hear the office door open, but he ignores your question as he searches for his car keys. You expected it didn't go well.

The car ride to Chan’s was silent as you figured you should probably give him some space. He looks over to your side a couple of times noticing your quietness, but he doesn’t strike conversation with you, only making a few little comments about how bad traffic was. You brushed off his lack of initiative making excuses for him that he was just tired from work.

“He surprised me the other day! He’s going to rent out my favourite art gallery for our wedding reception,” Hana and Hyunjin was giving the group details their upcoming wedding at dinner. They were so cheerful talking about it and although you loved it for them, you couldn’t help envy it and wished for you and Felix to reach that stage in life shortly.

“Who’s next? Felix? Y/N?” Chan teased with a raised brow, and you goofily smile at the older man. You turned your head to Felix to see his reaction, but his head is tilted down and his face was straight. Chan notices the tension and quickly changes subject hoping no one else catch on. It caught you by surprise that he wasn’t as responsive as you were to Chan’s joke. It got you second guessing if it was even work that’s been making him like this.

You spend the rest of the night with the other girlfriends. As they spoke about their recent dates with their partner, all you could do was be happy for them concealing the fact that you and Felix hadn’t been on one in ages. You keep glancing over at Felix throughout the night but he showed you no attention. Usually you would catch him staring at you and blowing kisses and winks at you, but tonight there was nothing.

The car ride home was the same as the car ride there - quiet.

Felix walked in your apartment first, you followed behind him closely. As you put your bag on the entry way table you tripped over a pair of shoes accidentally falling forward on Felix in the process.

“Y/N watch yourself!” Felix yells, clearly annoyed.

“Sorry,” you softly say as you got up. “I just tripped,” you defend yourself, feeling tears start to form in your eyes at his tone.

“God can you look where you’re going?!” he groans turning around to face you. He was red mad. He had never got this angry at you before for tripping over.

“Did I do something wrong to you Felix?” You asked softly, feeling something heavy in your chest. You needed an answer to why he’s been treating you differently, it’s obvious now that it wasn’t because of work. “Last couple of weeks you have just been distant towards me and I’m a little hurt by it,” you say cracking your voice in the process, pulling a string on Felix’s heart. He frowns at your reaction.

You watch him sigh, hesitating little bit before he answers “You know work is hectic-”

“-Is it?” You questioned in an offended tone, dumbfounded that he used the same excuse again - work. “Work is hectic that you have to yell at me because I accidentally tripped on your shoes? Work’s been hectic that you can’t even smile at me in front of our friends? Work’s been hectic that you can’t even answer a simple question about the colour of the icing on the cupcakes that use to mean so much to you?!”

You didn’t expect to have an outburst like this. Felix doesn’t reply, he just takes a deep breath watching you as you continue to lash out at him.

“You don’t ask if I’m okay anymore. You don’t hug me anymore. Because of work?” You chuckle, sarcastically.

“Y/N-” he takes a step closer to you.

“-You’ve leave for work early in the morning and come back home late on the days I’m at home-”

“I-” he tried to speak again.

“And when it’s the weekend you lock yourself in the office all day. You avoid spending time with me, you avoid talking to me.” Your face was red, brows furrowed as you keep your tears from falling.

“Y/N, let me talk-”

“What did I do to-” You cut him off again.

“I’m not inlove you anymore!” Your heart drops at his words. The tears you tried to conceal instantly rolls down your cheeks and you take in a sharp breath. “This relationship is draining me.” He adds, breaking you even more.

You didn’t expect this. He’s been so mean to you lately all because he wasn’t in love you anymore? It doesn’t make sense to you that all of this was done because he fell out of love. You refuse to believe it.

“Are you sure it’s not hate?” You sniffled, pulling another string from Felix’s heart. "Are you sure it's not because you hate me?" you repeat yourself when he doesn't answer, feeling a bit anxious that it might be true, that he actually hates you.

“Never.” Felix replied rapidly this time, his tone a lot more softer now. “I could never hate you Y/N." Felix continues to conceals his emotions, not letting anything pass you.

“But you’ve been acting like you do.” You wiped your tears with the back of your hand, your eyes wavering to seek any reaction from him.

“I just needed space Y/N.”

“I gave you space. So much space,” you retorted.

“I think we should..” he stops before he says the last words, letting you piece the puzzle by yourself.

“You want to leave me?” You question and he flicks his eyes away from yours. You got your answer.

He lets out a heavy breath, running his fingers through his blonde hair, his eyes falling back on yours. “It’s for the best Y/N.”

“No, I don’t understand. Where I go wrong, Lix?.” you reached out to grip his forearm as the tears continued down your face, dripping to the floor.

“I don’t want to be here with you anymore,” he says softly, trying to loosen himself from your hold but you latch onto him tighter as you shake your head no.

“That’s not a reason Lix. Tell me where I went wrong,” You needed answers. He owe it to you. “You were the one who chased me, remember? You made me fall in love with you. It’s been 4 years and you want to leave me? Why?” You asked, in a complete mess.

“I don’t know,” he replies. “I’m sorry Y/N,” Felix apologies.

“Tell me why?”

“I can’t-”

“Then stay.” If he didn’t have an answer then he shouldn’t leave you, it’s unfair.

Y/N,” he says firmly.

“Just for one night,” you say, taking in a deep breath. “You can leave when I fall asleep,” you surrendered, eyes wavering waiting for his answer. “Please,” you beg.

“Y/N.. Baby I can’t,” it was the first time he called you that in a while and your heart breaks once more. He stopped calling you that and started calling you by name for months now. How is it that you never noticed until now.

“I’ll let you go when I fall asleep.. Please..Just love me one last time, Felix.”

Felix contemplated. He stared at you. Your glossy eyes. Your runny nose. Your red cheeks. He watches your chest rises up and down as you tried to control yourself. He hates seeing you cry, he hates seeing you hurt. It breaks him. He gives in. “Okay.”

He has you on pulled up flushed on him on your shared bed, your legs tangled with his. Your face pressed again his chest as one of his hand is wrapped around your waist and the other traces nothings up and down your back. Your tears haven’t stop, they fall effortlessly out of your eyes on his shirt. You stay quiet. You want to talk. You have so many questions to ask. So many things you want to know. But you stay quiet because you know Felix won’t answer you. So instead you stare into nothing as you replay back your happiest memories with Felix. You can’t help the small smile that is pulled on your face as you remember everything, every detail of everyday with him.

You tried you best to stay awake but you feel your eye lids closing. You don’t want to give in to sleep because you know by the time you wake up, he’ll be gone. But you’re exhausted, both your body and mind.

Felix stares up at the ceiling. He’s guilty. He owes you a reason, he owes you answers but he keeps quiet. He replays back memories but he doesn’t have the same reaction as you. He doesn’t smile. He cries instead. Tears run down his face as you recalls the soft and sweet memories with you. How could he do this to you? How could he make you fall in love with him then walk out like this? How could he say he was no longer in love with you?

Felix doesn’t hear your sniffles anymore. He feels your breathing evens out with his body. You had fallen asleep in his arms.

Felix presses a kiss to your temple, his arm still holding your waist tightly.

“I’m sorry.”

[nanqmies]

Hi! I have a suggestion - how about Tsuchigomori who has a virgin s/o and how would their first time go? Can be either a drabble or headcanons. I've heard you're going to be inactive for a while so take as much time as you need! thank you!!

cw: gn reader, creampie, no genitalia mentions, desk sex, no prep in the 2nd one, i think thats all?

a/n: thanks for the suggestion nonnie!! This one wss so so yummy i had to write it, i love him sm!! hope you enjoy it my dear ₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ

wc: 0.5k

nsfw under the cut~

Tsuchigomori would definitely want it to be in a nice environment and not in his library (if its planned ahead of time) so I can imagine two scenarios here!!

Planned:

Tsuchigomori would lay on the sheets and kiss over your neck softly, his warm breath brushing over the skin of your neck. Gently running his hands over his body while keeping his eyes on you to check your reactions, he’d ask if you were ready for him,, ready for him to take away your purity and claim it as his own but of course you nod eagerly to his question. He’ll hook his long fingers under them hem of your pants and pull them down, savoring the sight of your sex. It’s for him.. And him only, the thought alone makes his cock stiffen in his slacks.

He leans down to gently spread your legs, leaning over to get the unopened bottle of lube from the beside table,,, you shiver at the cold feeling of the substance dribbling down your rear. He’d spread your hole to make way for his fingers, sliding one in makes you gasp softly. The feeling is unnatural to you so he softly reassures you sliding in another finger and beginning to pumps them in and out of your tight sex, just enough to get you accommodated with being stretched out. Tsuchigomori would fuck you on his fingers until you’ve came at least once before aligning the fat tip of his cock to your rim and forcing himself inside, whispering sweet nothings in your ears and saying how good you are for him. You’ll cling onto him as his shallow thrusts of his hips push his cock further inside you, he’d kiss away your tears when he finally finishes, filling you with his thick seed.

His hand pressed onto your tummy to feel you tremble in pleasure. You’d kiss him one more time before nuzzling into his comforting warmth neck and drifting off to sleep, his arms wrapped safely around you to pull you into his chest. Falling asleep after you just to make sure you’re comfortable.

Unplanned:

It’d probably happen after school is over, everyone is gone and he’s grading papers in his office. Nothing but silence and the soft sounds of his pen against the papers, you lean at the door frame and wait for him to notice you. It doesn’t take very long for him to invite you in the office for some coffee, talking about simple things while you converse of your coffee.

You two have always been rather close due to shared interests and knowledge on biology so when he offered to take your relationship more seriously you were ecstatic to agree. The conversation gets a bit more heated on the topic of Tsuchigomori’s type, he leans close and sends an unreadable look. “You.” His hand gently brushes the hair from your face and he smiles just barely.

Things would escalate quickly when he lifts you up on your desk and roughly presses his lips on yours, wanting to ravage you completely. Wanting to feel your soft fresh under his teeth, your wrists pinned behind your back and the tears dripping down your cheeks. He’ll spit on the base of his cock and spread it over his shaft, pressing himself inside your tight sex. You choke and squeeze his cock tightly, he smiles and slowly ruts his hips to get you used of the feeling of him inside. If you don’t want him to cum inside he’ll just do it over your tummy..

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[stomach-bugg09]

hi you absolutely do not need to do this but I thought of it last night. (Almost woke up the entire house) can you do a lo'ak x twin sister reader were lo'ak and reader are just walking along the beach holding pinkes maybe just a way they bond (while netayam is spying on them 😑), and they just kick the water from time to time, then reader makes the so called "great discussion" to flick a bit of water at lo'ak with her tail then lo'ak splashed her back and it just ended up a whole spash war then netayam gets in on it, and there just splashing each other, throwing wet sand at there faces, hissing, I find it hilarious when they hiss at each other and there like "come at me bro try me come on-" (its how me and MY siblings bond) then jake and neytiry have to drag them home while there still hissing at each other then netayam like basically throw himself at reader and then jake and neytiry come back like 2 minutes later and see reader has pined netayam on the floor and she's all like "hehe haha funny funny" until they actually get in trouble for it...... sorry this is really specific I just like it, but yeah. Have a absolutely great day/night

summary: [y/n], lo’ak, and neteyam are caught by their parents in the middle of a very important water fight.

a/n: hope you enjoy !! it’s kind of short and sweet , but full of sibling bonding + fighting , a recipe for disaster. thanks for the request. reblogs + feedback are always appreciated !!

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warnings: nothing honestly , just the sully siblings wrestling with each other , lo’ak throwing sand , tails and ears being tugged , disappointed parents

words: 1.2k

water fight

lo’ak’s pinky was warm against her own. the two walked alongside the water, the consistent crash of salty cold brushing overtop their feet and igniting a chill across [y/n]’s arms. their arms rocked back and forth as they walked, talking and walking without much goal in mind. merely just to catch up.

they liked to do this quite a bit. a session of gossip ( mainly from [y/n] ) and drama to refresh their brains as they walked together. like twin bonding!

“and you would not believe what she said!” [y/n] said, her voice hushing to build up the suspense.

lo’ak shook his head, playing along with her energy. “don’t tell me—”

“yes!” her voice rose, shaking her head with amusement. “she said it. like, who in their right mind?”

it was stupid stuff, nothing worthy of true attention. but, it was fun, and that’s all they needed. the words would relay between the two, but none of it had true weight, and oftentime lo’ak forgot everything they discussed the moment that they returned home. he just loved to entertain his sister.

after a month of living among the metkayina people, they had even more gossip to exchange, some of which included some prodding questions.

“anyway, enough about me,” [y/n] trailed, biting her bottom lip to keep a smile off of her face. “what about you?”

lo’ak scrunched his eyebrows. “what about me?” she never asked about his gossip. she knew he was useless when it came to that stuff!

she groaned dramatically, rolling her eyes so far back that her pupils seemed to have been swallowed by the back of her head for a second. “i mean, what about you and tsireya?”

[y/n] let out a loud laugh at the face he pulled, a deep indigo crawling up his neck. “nothing,” he demanded, voice far too strong for it so be convincing.

“you are a terrible liar.” with that, [y/n] felt the cold water wash over, and as an immediate reaction, she decided to lift her tail upward in a swift motion. with the action came a good bit of water that splashed right onto her brother.

she stopped immediately, hands cupping over her mouth as to contain her laughter. amusement and concern for her life flooded her eyes as she flickered between watching lo’ak’s face and watching his own tail.

[y/n] shrieked as she received the same treatment she gave him, her own arm getting soaked in return. “lo’ak!” she cried, voice whiny as she choked out laughter.

just as she was about to push him over into the wet sand, a movement flickered in her peripheral vision. lo’ak seemed to notice it too, because he immediately fell to a pause, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

the pair of twins narrowed their eyes, turning slowly. a smile broaden on [y/n]’s face when she saw neteyam frozen in front of them.

he blinked, standing and staring like an idiot. awkwardly, he lifted his arm and waved. “uh, hi!”

“were you spying, big brother?” [y/n] inquired, taking a step forward as she teased him. her tail swished to and fro, watching the way neteyam’s facial expressions changed.

“uh,” he trailed, clearing his throat. “no! of course not.” neteyam knew he was a goner the moment the set of twins exchanged a mischievous look.

before any of them knew it, the trio ended up tussling in the sand. tails and ears were tugged, playful punches were thrown ( softly… well, soft enough ), water was splashed, and all three of them were absolutely demolished by the rising tide.

they wrestled right next to the water, the waves soaking and re-soaking them in a very consistent manner. it seemed like every few seconds they were getting water boarded! but, of course, the geniuses decided it was too much work to move locations.

the fight escalated the moment lo’ak released a fistful of wet sand directly into his sister’s face.

“asshole!” she screeched, jumping on top of him. the tide was rising second by second, and she grinned as the wave flooded directly over his face. “that’s karma.” lo’ak hissed at his sister in response.

unfortunately, her glory was short-lived as neteyam came from behind and grabbed her. she was, once again, screaming for her life as he threw her into the surf.

once she resurfaced, she sputtered, wiping salty water from her eyes. “i’m going to murder you!”

before she could pounce on her eldest brother, she felt a larger pair of hands grab her shoulders, pulling her back into a warm embrace. “[y/n]!” he scolded from above.

immediately, she dropped her head sheepishly. “hey, dad.”

“all three of you realize that you’re in trouble, right?” their silence affirmed his question. he nodded, rolling his eyes.

“why must you make every day difficult?” neytiri held her sons’ biceps firmly, going back and forth from looking at each of them with a disappointed look.

after a beat, lo’ak offered, “well, at least we weren’t fighting any metkayina this time?”

[y/n] fought the smile that attempted to emerge onto her face, feeling the annoyed energy of her father that stood directly behind her. when lo’ak looked back down at his feet, she knew jake had sent a very disapproving look.

neteyam nearly laughed, but quickly covered it up with a cough.

a few seconds later, after a moment of trying to think it through on how to approach the issue, jake decided, “it’s time to go back. it’s nearly eclipse, and you would have known that if you weren’t fighting each other.”

[y/n] nodded slowly, eyes wide. “right,” she trailed.

the sully father tugged on her ear. “attitude,” he warned, to which she bit her bottom lip to hold back laughter. it became even more difficult when she caught the eyes of her brothers.

the walk home was awkwardly silent, the few times that [y/n] attempted to speak to either of her brothers being immediately shut down by the parents.

“this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t thrown sand at my face—”

“quiet, [y/n].”

“yes, sir.”

or the occasional “accidental” step on her tail.

the third time that she felt the pressure, she turned to her brother with her teeth bared. “neteyam i swear to eywa—”

“[y/n]!” neytiri hissed, grabbing her by the ear to which [y/n]’s eyes watered and she clawed her mothers wrist.

once they finally reached the marui, the parents had to, unfortunately, speak to tonowari and ronal. as a result, they told kiri that she was in charge. of course, the eldest girl of the family only nodded with a roll of her eyes. there was no way she would get in the way of their fights!

it’d been two minutes of jake and neytiri’s absence, and once they returned, they both groaned at the sight of [y/n] sitting on top of lo’ak’s back, her fingers pulling at his hair. neteyam’s ankles were stuck in lo’ak’s grip as he attempted to crawl away.

the moment they re-entered the marui, the children all went completely silent, staring at their parents.

the first thing to break the silence was [y/n]’s laughter. “whoops!”

[floralbuckleyswrites]

Kick | Our Hearts Beating As One.

♡ Pairing: Eddie/Preg!Reader ♡ Genre: Fluff, Pregnancy, Family vibes ♡ Word Count: 591 ♡ Warnings: Pregnancy ♡ Summary: You feel your baby girl kick for the first time. ♡ Note: I’ve decided to start a lil mini Drabble series for this! Lots of preggo thoughts have been on the mind and I think this could be cute. Plz feel free to request scenarios for them!

.(♡). 

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon in the happy Diaz home. It was Spring, but the weather was still warming up and thus quite cold outside, so the three of you had decided to hang out at home for the day. That meant movies, snacks, and snuggling together on the couch with Christopher nuzzled in between you and Eddie.  

My Neighbor Totoro was currently playing, which Christopher had been begging you and Eddie to watch for a few weeks now. It had been hard to get to it. Life has been hectic, especially with you being sixteen weeks pregnant and working. Not to mention Eddie and Christopher’s busy schedules.

Therefore, the three of you cherished this precious time together.

You were so relaxed and cozy, curled up with your two favorite people that you were starting to doze off. It didn’t help that Christopher was snuggled against your shoulder, while Eddie’s hand was draped around the couch gently stroking your hair.

Sleep seemed inevitable and you welcomed it, that was until you felt a sudden sharp kick.

Sitting up in surprise, your hands flew to your stomach as you gasped. You hadn’t felt the baby kick yet at all. Your doctor had said it should be coming any day now, but to actually experience it.. You almost couldn’t believe it happened.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Are you in pain?” Eddie asked, hurriedly pushing himself up from the couch and crouching down next to you in concern.

Christopher stayed quiet, eyes flickering between you and his father with worry.

“Oh yes - I’m fine. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare either of you,” you said quickly, “it’s just I think the baby kicked for the first time.”

“Ah, Dr. Celiner said she would be soon, that’s amazing,” Eddie said, visibly relaxing.

“Really? My baby sister is kicking now?” Christopher whispered as he leaned forward, his hazel eyes glowing with excitement.

You smiled softly at his reaction as you reached out to gently brush his hair back. It was always so endearing to see how excited Christopher was about the baby. He had already told everyone how proud he was to soon be a big brother.

Glancing at your boyfriend, you noticed how happy he looked at Christopher’s reaction. Eddie had initially been very worried about how his son would feel about the pregnancy. That worry had been for naught. Christopher was over the moon at the thought of his baby sister and the four of you soon being a family.

“Yes Chris and oh - she just kicked again. Would the two of you like to feel?

Christopher gulped, his eyes widening as he nodded before slowly placing a hand on your stomach.

Eddie smiled and joined his son, placing his hand right beside Christopher’s.

The three of you waited with baited breath until the next kick came. It was a soft flutter this time, but enough to be felt.

Christopher laughed with joy, “I can feel it! There she is!”

“How perfect she is,” Eddie cooed.

“Mhm,” you murmured with pride, so happy to be sharing this moment with the two of them. “I love you both so much.”

Christopher grinned sweetly, looking bashful as he threw his arms around you and whispered the same back to you.

Eddie joined in, squeezing you both before placing a gentle kiss on both of your foreheads.

In this moment, the three of you could feel nothing but the strength of your bond and love for each other. And soon your sweet bundle of joy would be here to complete your budding family.

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𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒘𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑 (ma goutte de rosée)

valentine's day masterlist

summary - willy wonka is known to create sweets and chocolate, using his talent, he makes you something special.

the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Willy had the most brilliant idea for Valentine’s Day. He spent months preparing a perfect gift for you. The Oompa Loompas helped him build, make and decorate a room dedicated to you, filled with your favourite treats and things. Right now, Willy was reviewing everything and ensuring everything was perfect. He giggled to himself as he checked over the lollipop tree that had different shapes and varieties of lollipops. 

He stood and walked out of the room and toward the lounge where you sit and read. “Dewdrop! I have a surprise for you. Can you please follow me?!” He awkwardly smiles, rocking back and forth on his heels as he holds his hand out for you to take. You look up and smile at him, softly placing your hand in his glove-covered one and slowly standing. Willy felt giddy as he led you out of the room toward the closed pink door. “Close your eyes!” Your eyes close, smiling as you hear your partner giggle in glee. Willy opened the door and gently led you into the large room, feeling nerves enter him as he waited for your reaction. “Okay, Dewdrop! Open your eyes!” 

You open your eyes and look around the room in awe, taking in the giant pink and red trees with different kinds of lollipops on their leaves, the light pink grass and the big gummy bears littered around the room, your very own chocolate water fountain. You wondered how Willy made it have a mix of white and milk chocolate without the two colliding. You couldn’t believe your eyes, taking in how beautiful everything looked and finally understanding why he had been cooped up for so long. “Willy…. This, this is amazing.” You look up at him with tears in your eyes, and your mouth drops open in amazement. “You did all this for me?” 

He nods, nervously smiling as he clasps his hands together. A squeak escapes him as you launch yourself at him and wrap your arms and legs around his body, holding onto him tight as you press kisses all over his face. “Thank you, baby. Thank you so much.” Your hands cup his cheeks as you look into his eyes before leaning forward and bringing him into a deep passionate kiss. Your eyes catch onto something behind him, and you slowly look over and smile. “Willy Wonka, you are one special person.” You unwrap your legs and jump down, pressing a kiss into his cheek and walk over to the lifesize version of him. Holding a purple box, you slowly open the lid and look inside, smiling as you pull out a pretty pearl necklace, turning to look at Willy, noticing that he’s moved closer. 

Willy stands there with a small smile, carefully taking the necklace from you and gesturing for you to turn around. You turn around and lift your hair as he puts it onto you. “I know it’s not much… But I thought of you when I saw it.” You turn back around and give him a soft glare, “Oh, do you not like it? I can take it back….”

“Willy, you did great. The necklace is beautiful, and the room is wonderful.” You place your hand on his cheek as you look up at him. “You’re so perfect, and I love you so much.” Willy looks down at you softly, pressing his forehead into yours.

“I love you so much, my little dewdrop.”

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[daaydreamy]

on my knees begging for the absolute filthiest most obscene blurb about rimming sub!h for the very first time and how the idea gets brought up 🥺🙏🏻🧎🏻‍♂️ sorry for being weird, love your work ❤️

trembling still

summary: harry and y/n try something new. 

warnings: coarse language, smut, rimming (m receiving)

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

•••

“Oh f-fuck, yeah, please.” Harry sighed out dreamily, burying his face into the pillow beneath him to hopefully muffle his loud whines and moans, arching his back and pressing himself against Y/N’s face even more, before he even realized that was what he was even doing, quickly curving his back upwards once more as his cheeks grew hot in embarrassment. He glanced over his shoulder for a second to look at Y/N, and he felt one of her hands slide up the back of his thigh all the way up to his back, sliding it down again slowly whilst pressing down, as if she was encouraging him to arch his back. She wanted to see how much he was enjoying it since his face was facing away from her.

“Just relax…” She chuckled softly after pulling away, looking over at where he had squished his face into a pillow, “Does it feel good?” She asked as she started mouthing at the soft flesh of his ass, gently biting to see what reaction that would elicit from his body and a subtle way to make him answer. 

“So good.” Harry replied airily, letting his grip on the pillow loosen, his back now arched downwards beautifully and Y/N hummed in satisfaction.

“You want me to eat you out?” Y/N asked as she put her phone down on her lap, where she had been scrolling on Pinterest for quite a while. Y/N had always been open to trying new things with Harry, sexual or not, and she wasn’t exactly sure why he was still so nervous despite her telling him exactly that many, many times. She liked trying new things with him, practically loved it.

“...Yeah?” Harry replied tentatively, cheeks still insanely hot and insanely pink. He just wanted to try it since he saw a porn video about it a little while ago when Y/N was on a business trip for a week, which ended with a hand over his mouth, eyes squeezed shut tightly, his toes curled deliciously, and his phone long forgotten beside him because he got so lost in his thoughts and filthy fantasy of Y/N eating him out until he was all sensitive, shivering and squirming.

“Then relax, let me make you feel good.”

a/n: super not weird at all, i hope this was okay!! loved this concept and i’m so glad you enjoy my work!! i actually have a longer version of this in my google docs that i never got the motivation to finish... should i finish it? but thank you for reading, feedback is always appreciated! mwah mwah 💋

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Birthday Wishes

A/N: This is kind of a sequel to New Traditions, but it can be read as a standalone. Square being filled for @jacklesversebingo : "Don't think I'm letting you get away with that, darling." will be in bold

Warnings: 18+ONLY, Threesome, Shower sex, PinV, Voyeurism(I think), Oral(m recieving), Cum swallowing, language, fluff and bantering and aftercare

Pairing: Dean x Fem!Reader x Sam (NO WINCHEST)

All mistakes are mine! All kind feedback is appreciated and I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it for this special occasion we have today! 🤍

WC: ~3.1k | My Masterlist

Happy Birthday to Dean!🥂😍

“Be quiet! You're going to wake him up!” You whisper yelled to Sam behind Dean's bedroom door. 

“You be quiet! Isn't that kind of our plan?” 

You shot daggers at him. You balanced a lavishly decorated pie on your hands. You knew that Dean cherished the taste more than how it looked, but since it was his birthday, you took your sweet time in the morning at baking and decorating it. Everything had to be perfect.

“Oh, shut up.” You grumbled. “Open the door.” You ordered Sam. With a roll of his eyes, he quietly opened the door, letting you enter first. Both of you stopped in front of his bed, where Dean was still sound asleep, slightly snoring. You looked at Sam, quietly mouthing to him. “On three.” He nodded in agreement and you started to count silently.

On three, both of you shouted from the top of your lungs. “Happy Birthday, Dean!” Which was a very, very bad decision on your part, because you had forgotten who Dean is - a hunter, who’s ready to attack at any given moment, but he gladly reminded you that. “AAAAHHHH!” Dean woke up with a scream and now there was his gun pointed at you, accompanied by his tired, grumpy gaze. You and Sam both quickly ducked down to the floor, away from the line of fire. “It’s us, babe! Please… please put away your gun!” You tried to control yourself not to laugh at his reaction. 

“What were you two thinking that would happen when you’d wake me up like that?” Dean uncocked his gun and put it back under his pillow. Staying still on the floor, you raised your hand, holding the pie high up in the air. “Sorry! We come bearing gifts!” Slowly both of your heads rose up from behind the bed. Seeing Dean sit up with a wide grin on his still sleepy face, both Sam and you repeated yourselves with smiles. “Happy Birthday, Dean!” 

You climbed onto Dean’s lap, pulling him into a slow kiss. “You really didn’t have to do this, but thank you, baby..” He whispered against your lips, intertwining his fingers through your hair. With a low hum, you pulled away reluctantly. Carefully placing the pie between you two, you pulled 3 small candles and a lighter out of your apron pocket. “I didn’t find any of those number candles and I figured that 45 of those small ones would be difficult to fit on here. So..” You put the candles in the middle of the pie together. “...I settled on three!” you said with a smile and lighted them up. Sam had sat down on the other side of the bed. “Make a wish, brother.” You both stared at him excitedly. Dean looked at you with an raised eyebrow and a cocky half-smile, before blowing out the candles. 

He put the pie to the bedside table and pulled you closer. “Want to know what I wished for?” Dean whispered softly into your ear, and followed it with gentle pecks down your neck, completely ignoring that Sam was also sitting there. You couldn’t help but hum when his lips left a hot trail of kisses on your clavicle. “What if you tell me that and it wouldn’t come true?” You whimpered quietly when you felt his fingers dig into your hips. Dean pulled away and looked at both you and Sam in turns. “I hope that won't be a problem today.” He grinned. You adjusted yourself on his lap so you were now straddling him. “In that case, we're all ears.”

Dean pulled you closer to kiss you again. “It's related to something we started in November. Remember?” 

You smiled against his lips. “Mmm…Vaguely. You might have to refresh my memory. Or just tell me what you were thinking for today.” 

After your birthday, the three of you came to an agreement. A celebratory threesome on each of your birthdays. Only on birthdays. And of course, all of you had to be okay with that on the day of.

“We had a lot of fun on your birthday, Y/N, didn't we? But today, I just want to watch.” He grabbed your hips and shifted on the bed, so you were pinned under him. It was so sudden, you couldn't even make a sound. “Watch? Really?” Sam asked through a smile. Dean turned his predatory gaze away from your face to his brother. “Yes..in the shower.”

From past experiences you and Dean had had when having the occasional threesomes to keep everything excited and new in your sex life, you knew that Dean had gotten voyeuristic, so to speak. He loved taking care of you himself, but he also enjoyed seeing you getting pleasured by another man or woman, whoever had joined you for the night. And he knew you liked it when he watched you from the sidelines. It was a win-win-win situation to all of you. 

You looked at Sam to see his reaction. “Don't look at me, whatever you want, Y/N.” 

You wiggled yourself out from Dean's arms and looked at the boys, grinning from ear to ear, barely able to contain your excitement. “When?”

To your dismay, it was not immediately after he woke up. I need coffee, babe, after that wake up call you two gave me, Dean had said. You were completely bored out of your mind after breakfast. Now, Sam and Dean were reading in the library, or doing research or something like that. You tried that too. Having chosen an interesting looking book about some famous exorcisms(not that you were actually going to read it), you sat down in the arm chair in the corner of the library. That spot was actually strategically planned by you. You could've sat at the table with them, but then you wouldn't have the view you had now. Both of them sat at the table on either side of it, facing each other, an array of books between them. Sam was sitting with his back towards you, giving you an excellent chance to admire his muscular shoulders and back, that tensed up from time to time when he found something interesting that he had to share with you. So you had only Sam's backside to admire, but Dean? Dean was in a much better position for you to stare at. The concentration was clear on his face. His eyes were focused on whatever he was reading in the moment, strong brows furrowing and his nose was scrunched just a little tiny bit, in the most adorable way that only he was able to. 

He leaned onto his forearms, biceps bulging in his gray hoodie. Those arms…He could throw you around like a ragdoll, if only given a chance to do so. Occasionally, you didn't mind a little manhandling in the bedroom. You loved the fact that this 6’1 handsome as hell hunter was able to easily overpower you. 

“I can feel you staring.” You were caught. You sank into the chair, pulling the book up to hide your face. 

“I don't know what you're talking about. I'm reading a very interesting book here. Definitely don't have time to stare at you two.” You heard a chair scraping against the floorboards, followed by heavy steps. Dark shadow was cast over you, but you refused to look up at him. 

“And here I thought you just liked the view. I guess I was wrong.” You bit your bottom lip and finally turned your gaze up at him. “Somebody better call the news station; the Great Dean Winchester admits he is wrong.” 

Dean stared down at you with a devilish smirk. “Don't think I'm letting you get away with that, darling. You have a three second head start, then you know what's going to happen.” You knew you were now in trouble. But it didn't stop you from turning it into your advantage.

You quickly got up from the chair, throwing the book down and bolted away from him. “One!” You peeled off your shirt, leaving yourself only in your bra. “Two! What are you doing?” He couldn't hold back his laughter. “Catch me and you'll see!” 

You unbuttoned your jean shorts, but removing them on the move turned out to be too acrobatic for you, so you face-planted, not so gracefully, onto the hallway floor and bursted out laughing. “Oww!” 

“Three! I'm coming!” You heard him closing in on you. 

“No, Dean! I slipped!” You were laughing so hard it started to hurt your stomach and you couldn't breathe properly. You tried your best to crawl away from him, but he caught up quickly. Suddenly, Dean pulled you up from the floor and threw you over his shoulder. “No! Dean..pleasee. Put me down!” Your shrikes were echoing through the Bunker. 

“What are you doing?” Sam had joined you in the hallway. You were hitting Dean's ass with all your might, but it had no effect on him. Instead, he started to lightly pinch your inner thighs, making you wiggle from the ticklish feeling.

“Dean, you are mean! Sam, help!” You whined out. 

“Y/N, baby, you started it.” He threw a look over his shoulder at Sam who was now following you curiously. 

“Sam will have his part soon.” 

Dean held you tightly in his grip and brought you to the Bunker’s communal shower. He finally put you down and gave you a long look. “You’re still up for it?” You ran your fingers through his hair down to the zipper of his hoodie, slowly pulling it open. “I've been ready since morning. Almost thought I'd have to start solo.” You smirked at him, pushing his hoodie off his shoulders. Dean's hands slid lower to your shorts, finishing what you'd started and pushed them over round ass down.

He kissed you slowly, and you instinctively parted your lips to let him in. Dean's hands cupped your ass cheeks, his blunt fingernails digging into your skin. You just couldn't help but moan.

“Uhh, I can let you two just be, you know?” Sam said a little awkwardly. “No, stay.” You and Dean said at the same time. “I mean, if you want to of course.” Dean added, and turned you to face Sam, while he stayed behind you. Sam pulled off his flannel and turned on one of the showers. 

“Guess we know his answer.” Dean whispered against your neck, making goosebumps travel all over your body. 

“As I said, today I want to just watch. Are you okay with that?” Dean made sure you hadn't changed your mind about this. You were shuddering when you felt his hot breath on your skin and you locked your eyes with Sam's. “I want this, I'm sure, Dean.” 

He slid the straps of your bra down your shoulders and unclasped it, letting it fall off completely. “Well, we better get you ready for him then.” He slipped his fingers into your panties, straight over your sensitive bud, making you gasp loudly in his arms. The other hand started to massage your breast. “Ohh, fuuckk..” You had already drenched your panties, so there was no question whether you were ready for Sam or not. 

Sam had undressed himself too, leaving only Dean in his clothes. He pulled a condom out of his back pocket and threw it to Sam. “Wrap it up.” He grinned widely. 

When you and Dean ever started thinking about having a threesome, both of you agreed that one, non-negotiable term for both of you was no unprotected penetration with another person. Not for you, not for him. You were on the pill anyways, but the only person you still truly trusted with your body was Dean and vice versa. It didn't even matter if they had proof that they were clean. If they had a problem with that? Well, their loss of an awesome night.

Dean nudged you towards Sam and the shower, and began to remove his own clothing too. Excitement was building in your lower stomach and your heart had started pounding. Sam stood under the shower, water running in streams down his chiseled body. You stopped in front of him and pulled him down to a searing kiss. Slowly, not breaking the kiss, Sam turned you around so you were now under the hot stream of water. You quickly pulled away from him to wet your hair completely.

Sam's hands started exploring your body, making you feel like he knew it better than yourself. His fingers dug into your skin while his lips moved along your jaw down to your neck, leaving a hot trail in their wake. You were absolutely amazed by both men, how considerate they were with you. And they were blessed. “Fuck, Sammy..please. I need it. Just…please..ahhh..fuck me.” You weren't holding back on noises and moans. Today you didn't have to.

“How do you want me?” Sam whispered against your neck. You moved out of the water again and stepped in front of Sam, turning your back at him again. 

In the meantime, Dean had sat down on a chair across the shower against the wall. He sat there in his glorious nakedness, absentmindedly stroking his cock. His eyes were closed for now, but it was almost as if he felt your gaze on him; they opened in a flash. 

You heard the foil packet open behind you and a second later Sam gently pushed himself into you. You let your head hang forward and were bracing yourself on the wall by one hand. 

You hummed quietly at Sam's slow thrusts, without even realizing it. You were completely consumed by pleasure from him moving inside you as he softly continued to caress your back.

Dean’s low chuckle brought you back to reality. “You really like that, don't you, sweetheart?” Dean's lust blown eyes locked with yours. “I certainly like the view I have from here.” 

You were already so pent up from the morning, you couldn't make any louder noise than just sigh. “Oh.. he's.. he's good, Dean..so..fucking good..” your hands started to slip on the wall, when Sam’s moves quickened up, but he swiftly placed one arm around you to hold you steady. 

Dean was staring at you under his lashes and you refused to look away. “Y/N, touch yourself.” He asked quietly and you moved your arm between your legs, sliding your fingers over your bud in circles. You could immediately feel yourself closing in to the edge of the sweet release. 

“Dean, you know I can't go on long like this.” You cried out, and shut your eyes, but still continued moving your hand. Sam was groaning quietly into your ear when your pussy clenched around him. “Fuck, you're killing me, Y/N.” 

“Who said I wanted you to?” Dean slowly got up from the chair and walked towards you, still jerking himself off. You reached out to him to pull him closer, but he took a step back teasingly. “Dean!” You whined loudly. “Come here..” 

He finally stood in front of you and you pulled him into a sloppy kiss and pushed his hand away from his cock, claiming it for your own. “I'm com…fuckk!” you pulled away from your kiss and your head fell onto Dean's chest. Your legs started trembling from the pleasure and you felt almost lightheaded, but you didn't stop moving your hand. With few last hard thrusts, Sam stopped inside you with a groan. He pulled slowly out and you immediately sank onto your knees down to the floor in front of Dean. With the intention of sucking him off, you took his dick deep into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks out. His fingers intertwined in your hair as started to buck his hips forward into you. “Oh, sweetheart, you're so perfect. So..good.” Dean softly moaned looking down on you. You took care of Dean, slowly and deliberately moaning every now and then, while Sam showered. “I'll let you two lovebirds be.” He grinned after finishing and left you and Dean to enjoy yourselves in the bathroom. 

“Shit, Y/N, I'm close. Are you gonna swallow?” Dean asked out of breath and you nodded enthusiastically. Keeping the constant eye contact, he started to drive deeper into your throat. You held your breath until you saw that he was on his last moves before you pulled away and let his cock sit on the tip of your tongue, hot seed spurting onto your tongue and lips. “Fuck!” Dean grunted hard and slowly slid back into your mouth, letting you lick him clean. You swallowed every drop you caught and took a deep breath before getting up.

You looked into Dean's eyes before leaning in to kiss him. His taste was still lingering on your tongue when you licked his lips gently to get access to his mouth to share it with him. You cupped his cheek with one hand, the other one raked through his damp hair trying to pull him even closer to you than he already was, but Dean held you tenderly close to his body, keeping his kisses soft and sweet.

“I'm cold.” You smiled against his lips. He pulled you tighter into his warm embrace and placed a kiss onto your temple. “Let's get you into the shower then.” He turned the water on again and let it run over your body to warm you up. He then reached to your left to grab your shampoo to wash your hair. You immediately protested when you saw how much he squirted out of the bottle. “Babe! Not so much! You're wasting it!” You tried to hold back your laugh when you scolded him, but seeing his green eyes widen up when it started overflowing his palm was just too funny. You managed to catch half of it and rubbed it into his hair before he could maneuver out of your way.

“Hey! It's a girly shampoo!” 

“Well, it's your own fault. I can't put it back into the bottle, can I?” You reached up again and started to massage his scalp with your fingers, making him relax and close his eyes in delight. “Feels so good, darling.” He said quietly before opening his eyes again and massaging the shampoo through your hair in return.

You felt like you were almost melting in his arms from the satisfaction and relaxation. You closed your arms around his neck and kissed his lips softly, whispering against them:  “Happy birthday, Dean! I love you.” He smiled and sighed into the kiss. “Thank you, baby. I love you more..” You exhaled contently and rested your head against his chest, feeling happy to have found Dean, to be by your side now and for the better years to come.

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[soft-and-bitter]

Not for the first time, you realize just how badly you need to escape from Steve. You have to, before he decides to turn a passing comment into reality and you’ll be trapped with him forever.

The Cure & The Cause

Mafia!Steve x Captive!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Notes/warning(s): some sexual content, coercion, Steve is sweet but a little psycho, no plot just vibes. Reader’s been kidnapped by Steve and is being held captive for a bit before story begins. Part of the same universe that Failed Bargaining belongs to.

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When the car rolls up to the curb and a member of Steve’s unit opens the door, Sharon exits first before it’s your turn. You’ve barely stepped out of the black Range Rover before several bodyguards usher you towards the entrance of the multi-storied boutique, but the small stretch of sidewalk you cross is simply not enough for you to attempt an escape. Figures.

You’ve only ever gone shopping for a wedding dress once, when you had accompanied your best friend in search of hers. But with the costs of her traditional wedding adding up quickly, Lisa had been forced to make some concessions where her dress was concerned. Her final choice was still lovely, in the end, though admittedly it wasn’t perfect in every capacity that she’d envisioned.

As soon as you step foot into the bridal boutique, you realize right away that whatever financial concerns Lisa had during her own wedding planning, Sharon will not have. Money is, quite frankly, the least of her worries. For starters, Sharon is one of Steve’s highest-ranking, and she’s getting married to Sam, so it’s no surprise that all the stops have been pulled out. This upscale boutique is apparently one of many salons she has in mind to visit, but already it’s proving to be the most impressive. 

“We have the whole place to ourselves,” Sharon mentions with uncharacteristic giddiness, just as you and the rest of the group settle into plush white sofas. You thought that that in itself spoke to Steve’s influence and wealth, but when the senior manager in her stylish black dress and six-inch heels pops open a bottle of Dom Perignon circa 1996, you’re left wondering how much of Steve’s largesse these people are truly hoping for. 

Together with the champagne, the store’s personnel offer you and the others an assortment of French pastries while Sharon gets into her first dress. A collection of them has already been set aside for her based on previous consultations, but today is when she gets to try them on. You’re already reaching for your second flute when you think that for just a second, you want to imagine that this is all a normal picture, that these women you’re here with—Sharon, Nat, Wanda and Sarah—are in fact your girlfriends, rather than accomplices to your captivity. That without him present, you might just be able to subscribe to the illusion. Combined with the right amount of ridiculously expensive champagne, it’s more than possible. 

This scares you more than you want to admit. Mostly because you’re stuck realizing how lonely you’ve been up to this point, even before Steve decided to take you, but also how your perception of your captivity is beginning to morph into something less depraved, a jagged picture where the edges are becoming dulled. 

You swallow down another bit of champagne in response, and then a little bit more; the next thing you know, time is flying by and your reaction at every dress Sharon steps out in gets more expressive, louder. Somewhere along the way you even end up in Nat’s lap, arms flung over her shoulder, the both of you choking on laughter at a snide comment Sharon’s made about the gown that Wanda—yes, her—has chosen to try on. It’s the very portrait of idealized friendship, of closeness and devotion and support. Of course you want to believe all this, even if only for a minute.

“It looks like you ladies have gone through most of the champagne I sent,” says a low, timbrous voice that slices through the racket of laughter and loud talk.

You, together with everyone else, process Steve’s sudden presence in the salon at the same moment, only your reaction is nowhere near as positive. Amongst the wild cheers and drunken shrieks that the other women let out, you merely stare at him with your mouth agape, blinking at the sight of him in the doorway, Bucky lingering not so far behind. Rather than disappointment, your brain can only process how fucking handsome this man is, how the top of his head nearly grazes the lintel as he enters, every step full of confidence. You’re completely out of his league, your brain foggily reminds you, though you know that—just like you know what’s beneath the gray suit he’s wearing, the one tailored to perfection. 

More treacherous thoughts, you realize, just like most of them today.  

“It feels like I’ve stepped into a party,” Steve says, rounding a sofa to enter the fray. His blue eyes cut to you, take in your place on Nat’s lap and the way you’re holding on to her, but he says nothing. 

“That’s because it is a party,” Sharon insists, a little too loudly, the tendrils of her hair dancing along the sides of her face. “What are you doing here, anyway?”

“We were driving through the district and I thought I’d drop in,” he says, still hovering over them. Bucky’s leaning against the doorway with his arms folded across his body and a look of mild amusement on his face, but he doesn’t attempt to intrude any further.

With his hands poised on his hips, Steve looks over at Wanda standing before the wall-to-wall mirrors. “Last time I checked, you’re not getting married. What’s happening here?” 

“Nobody says you have to be a bride to try on a pretty dress,” Nat explains beneath you, one arm still loosely wrapped around your waist. “Sharon needed a breather, actually, so we’ve decided to take turns modeling now. Right, babe?” 

She knocks a shoulder against one of yours.

When Steve swivels his head to look down at the both of you, there’s a smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth. “In that case, it’s your turn,” he commands, eyes fixed squarely on you. “Now that I think about it, I'm curious to know how you’d look in a wedding dress. And you want to please me, don’t you?”

You blink at him, letting his words wash over you. You remain sitting on Nat’s lap, even though you’re still not sure how you ended up there in the first place, and you can’t quite believe that Steve’s here too, but reality is starting to sink back in, your little fantasy cracking at the edges. These women around you aren’t your friends, and this isn’t some typical shopping excursion at a designer bridal house.  

When you respond, you’re only vaguely aware how much the champagne you’ve been knocking back has emboldened you. His champagne, no less.

“Forget it,” you say, shaking your head. “I don’t want to.”

You think you may be imagining it, but the room suddenly feels quieter. Steve, though, is still looking down at you, his face still set in a calm expression.

“Find a dress, sweetheart, or I’ll choose one and get you into it myself.” He sinks into the plush sofa adjacent to yours, the sole occupant. “Knowing your tastes, you won’t like what I have in mind for you.”

You know that Steve’s not messing around, because he’s made good on a similar threat before. Worst of all, none of the women around you dissent on your behalf, not even Nat, sitting so close to you. You should feel betrayed by their silence, but it’s partly your fault you helped craft the illusion you so badly wanted to believe in. 

“Come on beautiful, let’s go find you something,” Nat says gently, nudging you to stand. Maybe it’s the hurt you’re feeling, but this time around you don’t object as you follow a sales consultant, Nat trailing close behind. You pass by Bucky as you leave the private room; he throws you a look akin to mild sympathy before he joins the rest.

“My god, look at you,” he breathes, slowly rising from the plush white sofa. “My sweet, sweet girl, all dressed up to get married.”

You’d chosen a dress that made you think of a suit of armor. But by the way Steve studies you, his gaze sharp enough to pierce through any material, you just feel vulnerable. Exposed. Ironic, because your first and final choice felt the most conservative compared to all the dresses that Sharon and the others had come out in. Nat had coaxed you into wearing a veil, too, completing the whole look. 

The champagne keeps your fiery spirit afloat, your tongue looser than normal. “I'm never getting married,” you say.

Steve lifts an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Never?"

"Never," you parrot.

“Well that's too bad, 'cause that won't be a decision you get to make. Now come here.”

You think about ignoring him for a second, just turn right back where you’d shuffled from as your own quiet brand of fuck you. But there’s a look of expectancy on his face, and at his full height, Steve isn’t one to spar with. 

His hands are already on your waist when you turn to the expanse of mirrors. You weren’t wrong when you deemed this dress less eye-catching than the others, but that doesn’t mean it’s any less lovely. 

“What do you think?” he asks. You can feel his fingers playing with the veil that waterfalls behind you, the way his knuckles ghost along your back.

“It's . . . fine, I guess,” you say, staring at yourself in the mirror.

“Oh, I think it’s more than fine,” he insists. “Stunning, in fact. Should I buy it?”

He doesn’t mean it, you convince yourself, but it’s not enough to clamp down on the panic rising within you. Didn’t he just hear what you’d said a second earlier?

Until now, Steve has never mentioned marriage or anything of the like. But since when did you know how his mind worked? You wouldn’t be here if you did. 

“Well?”

You shake your head. “Don’t. I can’t wear white to another bride’s wedding,”

Steve chuckles as he gently draws back the veil and your hair away, sweeping both over your left shoulder. “In that case, you can wear it at home, just for me. And you’ll make sure not to wear anything underneath, won’t you?”

Goosebumps dance along your skin. His hands on your waist have you trapped in place, body pressed against his. To your alarm, you feel him hardening against your back, a threat and a promise.

" I liked it more when it was on the rack," you say hastily, trying to ignore his growing desire, "now that I'm in it, I'm having second thoughts."

In the mirror, you can see Steve shaking his head. "No, you're absolutely radiant in this. It's perfect . . . and it's just so you."

He acts without warning. You inhale sharply as his tongue trails up your neck, slow and hot. Steve was licking you—licking you—in front of everyone, without an ounce of shame. It reminds you all too well of the other night, when he had spread you out across his desk and eaten you out while he'd taken a call on speaker. He'd taken his damned time too, keeping you on the very precipice while the caller spewed all this babel your mind couldn't comprehend, all thanks to the desperate state you were in. And when he finally let you come, it had been with his hand shoved against your mouth.

Not for the first time, you realize just how badly you need to escape from Steve. You have to, before he decides to turn a passing comment into reality and you’ll be trapped with him forever.

Yeah I have no idea what this is lol; it was such a basic and simple premise that really didn’t need to be 2k plus words long, but here we are I guess. Graphics by me.

[cubiccle]

There was an interesting discussion earlier about Jere's sense of humor! Now I'm analyzing The Content™ and loving to see that Jere has taken the next step in his relationship with Bojan

Example: We've seen him interact with two make up artists, Essi (in Liverpool) and Aarni (on gigs)

He and Essi got close and laid-back with each other during the ESC and Jere started to roast her in his ig stories, like "what's taking so long Essi, just do the hair and fuck off". From Essi's reactions I take it she had a similar sense of humour as Jere, and it was a safe space for that kind of aggressive roasting. They seemed to get on very well

While Aarni has only done his makeup a few times here and there, they might not know each other that well yet. Jere's feedback towards them is genuinely very sweet and sincere like "thank you so much for making me look good for once in my life, you're incredible 😊❤️", using self-deprecating humor rather than direct roast. I think it resembles more of his and Bojan's dynamics in Liverpool when they were just establishing the relationship. I couldn't had imagined Jere telling Bojan to get fucked with a straight face in there

Yeah anyway nothing original here and this is what all people do, but it's just cute and wholesome

TL;DR roasting is Jere's love language

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[dereliction-if]

Heyyy love the work you're doing. Seeing all the cute ask for RO's reactions got me thinking... how would the RO's react to an MC who wraps themselves around them (big spoon) in their sleep, like RO wake up or are awake when the MC snuggles them

Thank you so much for your kind words! Y‘all have no idea how excited I am each time I get some feedback! And as of regarding your Q…

I decided to give an A to your Q as a kind of celebration for reaching 900+ Followers!

😱🤯🥰

We already had:

Big & little spoon

Cuddling?

Falling asleep on their shoulder

Now here‘s the A to your Q:

MC going all big spoon:

The Heir:

Crushing Stage: They awaken, initially surprised and momentarily confused by the sudden sensation. However, it doesn't take them long to realize that it's you, and a contented smile graces their lips as they draw you even closer. It's as if they want to feel more of you, to capture more of your scent, as though they fear this cherished moment might slip away too swiftly. There's a sense that the intimacy they've long yearned for could be abruptly halted by an intruding interruption. The risk is palpable, the potential consequences grave. Yet, they wouldn't dare to rouse you from your dreams. They'll confront any repercussions head-on to ensure your safety. As they reflect on this, their smile remains, an expression that persists even after they slip back into sleep.

Relationship Stage: They'll never grow accustomed to your proximity, the warmth of your presence cocooning their body. Once again, they find themselves awash in disbelief at their fortune with you. Inhaling the scent of your skin, butterflies fluttering in their stomach, they nuzzle their face against yours, savoring the sensation. Their leg curls around one of yours, a desire for as much contact as possible evident in their movements. They mold their body against yours, each curve a proof of the truth and reality of this moment. As the morning sun ushers in a new day, their lips will tenderly brush yours in a sweet kiss, a gentle way to awaken you.

The Commander:

Crushing Stage: Enveloping him in your arms proves overwhelming for him. Allowing yourselves to drift into sleep side by side feels like a miscalculation. His heart quickens its pace, though the emotions it stirs are far from positive. Instead, a surge of indignation rises within him. How could you lead him into such a precarious scenario? He takes a few deep breaths before he rouses you with a less-than-gentle approach, his demand for your departure unmistakable and immediate. You should listen.

Relationship Stage: The moment your arm wraps around him, he jolts awake, a mixture of surprise, frustration, and bitterness flooding over him. The internal battle he constantly wrestles with rekindles, leaving him torn apart anew. He rises abruptly and departs, the weight of the situation proving too much for him to confront. When you eventually awaken, the emptiness around you is palpable. Driven by curiosity and concern, you seek him out and inquire about his departure. However, your efforts are met with a sharp retort that cuts deep. The pain is palpable. It's an experience you won't repeat, vowing to never ask again should a similar situation arise. Meanwhile, you remain unaware of the intensity of his longing for this very closeness - his yearning is fervent and his efforts to maintain distance serve only as self-inflicted punishment.

The Sovereign:

Crushing Stage: Her eyes flutter open, and with a deliberate slowness, she turns her head to ascertain the identity of the person beside her. As her gaze lands on you, a soft sigh escapes her lips. The memories of last night flood her mind, a mix of satisfaction and unease coloring her thoughts. While she acknowledges your efforts, she finds the growing sense of familiarity a tad disconcerting. Still, for a fleeting moment, she savors the sensation of your presence, allowing the embrace to linger. Eventually, she stirs and gently rouses you from your slumber. Her tone carries a hint of suggestion, though it's more of a veiled command as she implies it's time for you to retreat to your own quarters.

Relationship Stage: Her eyes gradually flutter open, and her gaze instinctively falls upon the arm encircling her. A huff of incredulity escapes her lips, but her reaction soon shifts. A subtle smile tugs at the corners of her mouth, a small and private expression of amusement that surfaces. How did she find herself in this particular situation? How did you manage to overcome her walls? As she considers the inexplicable circumstances, a sense of fondness blooms within her. With a soft exhale, she extends a delicate hand to gently encompass yours. Her touch is tender, and her fingers trace patterns against your skin, forming a words that hovers just shy of contact. Just then a slight shake of her head follows, almost as if she's chastising herself. She recognizes the vulnerability she's succumbed to—the undeniable weakness she's developed in your presence. It's a realization that carries both sigh-worthy acceptance and a hint of exasperation. One thing being sure, she‘ll do her best not to show you, not yet.

The Mage:

Crushing Stage: Their eyes widen with surprise, and in a swift motion, they shift to face you, their gaze trailing you up and down. However, you remain sound asleep, oblivious to their scrutiny. A wide smile blossoms across their lips, a genuine expression of delight that lights up their features. As if savoring the sensation of your presence, they allow their eyes to flutter closed momentarily. The touch of your skin against theirs is a cherished experience, prompting them to get lost in the moment. Then, with a contented sigh, they return to their original position, snuggling into the hug you provide.

Relationship Stage: A serene smile graces their lips, and they choose to keep their eyes closed, savoring the moment in their own little cocoon of warmth. They respond by drawing your arm even closer around them, seeking to deepen the intimacy of the position. Their lips meet your skin in a succession of soft, lingering kisses, each press accompanied by a silent but fervent wish for your well-being. As they pepper your skin with these gentle affections, their heart's desire becomes evident: to never let you slip away from their grasp. After countless kisses have been exchanged, they reach for your hand, intertwining their fingers with yours, and place both hands between their thighs. It's a gesture of comfort, of warmth exchanged, and a sensation that feels as close to heaven as one can get. With a sense of contentment washing over them, they allow themselves to drift into sleep.

The Mercenary:

Crushing Stage: As they awaken, a shiver ripples through them, and their brows knit in confusion. The moment feels both intimate and suffocating, a mix of conflicting emotions. They want to relax and savor the closeness, yet anxiety takes over. With a swift movement, they extract themselves from your embrace, their expression a mixture of relief and distress. Sleep evades them, and they're left grappling with their inner turmoil. Tomorrow will likely bring their characteristic annoyance as they fight with the vulnerability the night brought forth.

Relationship Stage: Tension grips them initially, but recognition follows – it's you. Relaxation doesn't come easily, as they battle with the newness of their emotions. They mentally reassure themselves a few times, that it's alright – it's you, no one else. "Only you," they think, not in a dismissive manner, but as a realization. They still cannot believe what changed, how they changed since being with you. Then they smile to themselves, well, now that they are awake, they might wake you up too, you know, maybe…they‘ll seriously consider it.

The Knight:

Crushing Stage: No! What is happening?! Their eyes widen in disbelief as they take in the situation. They avoid looking at you directly, fearing that if you were awake, the intensity of your eyes on them might be too much to handle. It's almost as if they assume your consciousness would magnify the impact of the moment. Internally, they struggle with conflicting emotions. They feel a sense of guilt, believing that they might be taking advantage of their position or crossing an unspoken boundary. This internal conflict prevents them from fully relishing the unexpected intimacy. They wrestle between their longing to let go and the apprehension of being caught in this vulnerable state. What if somebody sees the two of you?

Relationship Stage: The corners of their lips turn upwards, their eyes reflecting the feeling of arrival and happiness. They let out a gentle chuckle, utterly taken by the sensation of you enveloping them. But then, they playfully shift the dynamics, turning to face you and drawing you close in their embrace. Their arms encircle you securely, holding you as if unwilling to let go, with their face nestled in the crook of your neck. Who's the big spoon now? In this precious moment, life feels perfect, and the emotions shared between you are nothing short of sacred.