#and also very cute. like the second they got a taste of what a relationship is actually like they said oh HELL yeah i want to be w u forever

[westwiiind]

obsessed w the way hiccup and astrid beat around the bush abt their feelings for like three years and then the SECOND they officially get together they get engaged.

[lovejosephquinn]

Imagine it’s like your third/fourth date with Joe and he decides to have the date at his so he can show off his mega cooking skills. Everything is so cute and fluffy and saccharine and then it’s the first time the two of you have sex. But it’s all adorable and sweet rather than the (wonderful) filth that you usually do!! I feel like I don’t see enough first time fics anymore :(

I GOT YOU. One fluffy fluffed up imagine just for you bestie 🥰

Under 18's DNI. Word Count: 3.5k

There was something different about Joe, the absolute charmer of a man that you had never witnessed before in anybody else. It was something you couldn't quite pin point and if you had one guess it would be that you had never been treated quite like the queen that others had told you that you oh so truly deserved.

It hadn't took long for Joe to break down the walls in which you had held up as much as you could from previous relationships, but he had it all, not just the looks that were an extreme bonus and you felt like you could jump him every time you saw him but also the persona he only really kept for people that was worth it, the whit and the chaotically beautiful and quite frankly funny yet brutally sweet and caring nature of him had shined through by the time your second date had come around.

Basically, to put it bluntly, he was your definition of perfect and it was something you couldn't possibly refuse to let go.

It was proving an impossible task to not fall in love with this human so quickly. It was cringeworthy to admit, but he was the first thing you thought about in a morning and the very last thing you dreamt about at night, it was a puzzle piece in your heart that was missing and he somehow completed it by walking into your life at the time he did.

Not to say you didn't meet the way most courting adults do nowadays, through the wonders of dreaded hooking up dating apps. You had felt like a teenager with a massive crush staying up until 4am the first time that you ever exchanged messages, talking for hours in pointless conversation, sharing memories and exchanging pleasantries and the general chit chat to get to know one another. You just clicked. What seemed too good to be true turned into texting every single day, calling each other when you both had a spare minute, sharing the occasional face time just to be able to say hello at the closest face to face you could finally get a chance to meet; and then it happened.

Date one: a simplistic meal at an authentic Italian restaurant, suited and booted, a grand first impression of a gentleman if any. Your first kiss. Sensual, slow and heartfelt.

Date two: Driving out to a lake which was situated around the lovely grounds of a valley, you held hands pretty much all the way around, giggling, sharing ice cream, feeding the ducks with over priced bread and laughing at Joe nearly falling in the water when he leaned to actually hand feed the duckling, resulting in him almost looking like a drowned rat and being branded an accidental murderer forever.

Date three: Another meal at a fancy five star French restaurant in the heart of London, followed by drinks in bars that Joe insisted he needed to take you to as they did the best martini's you'd ever tasted. He wasn't wrong, you fucking hated martinis until that night, maybe it was just a placebo due to the fact he enjoyed them, so you made yourself like them too, you had to impress him to right? You'd made out in the taxi all the way back to your flat, Joe dropped you off not insinuating that he wanted to take it any further as it was clear you both didn't want to rush something that was going so well and risk it failing over sleeping together too quickly.

Date four was tonight. You had arranged a quieter more casual meet this evening. Joe had shown great determination in getting you to his home to cook for you, vowing to you over and over that he was a way better chef than those of the restaurants you had eaten at together on dates in the past. Even though it was less formal affair, you still made yourself look presentable, sporting an oversized jumper dress with a more relaxed approach to stick to wearing trainers, it wasn't like you would have them on long anyway. Minimal make up and a nice up do, packing your over night bag as you had the bright idea that you would stay over the night so that you didn't have to rush through the time you had together; you could take your time.

You packed pyjamas, why? Because you didn't know how comfortable you would be to sleep in your underwear next to a male who you weren't sure would want to see such a thing. He's a man, of course he fucking would; but you didn't want to come across eager.

It was about a 25 minute drive to where you needed to be, you were still nervous to see Joe after already seeing so much of each other in the last few weeks, it was still fresh to you but you knew as soon as you were together, the comfortability would kick in pretty much when you arrived and shared your first glances.

When you got to the front door, it opened before your fist had even touched the object. You stood there with it mid air, a small wolf whistle followed by the sweetest smile, his sweetest smile, teeth and all. Joe of course was dressed to the nines, shirt and trousers but as you looked down to check the full variety of what you had to stare it, you noticed the cute pink socks sticking out like a sore thumb underneath the foot of his trousers. You couldn't help but snigger a giggle.

"Real men wear pink." Were his first words.

"And you're looking sincerely sexy in those pink socks Joe." You both chortled out a bark of laughter as Joe gestured for you to come through before closing the door behind you.

Once you were no longer in view of the public, you were met by Joe's hand clutching around your waist, bringing you in to close the space between your bodies. You leaned upward to receive a content little peck on the lips, your hands placed on his chest to keep you steady as you brought your feet back down fully to ground level.

"You look beautiful, darling." Joe cooed.

"Oh stop it." You patted his chest as he hummed a chuckle.

"Thank you would be a better answer." He tilted his head to one side, unknowingly surprised with you reaching to share a more intimate kiss this time. As you pulled back, Joe sighed almost peacefully, the way you did when you had butterflies flipping around your stomach. The feeling was definitely most mutual.

"Okay you win, that was a perfect response." Joe took your hand once you had rested them back to your side and brought you into the kitchen/dining area where he pulled out your seat for you. You thanked him as you looked around to see how classy he had set out the cutlery, a small plate, a dinner plate and a wine glass. A jug of water in the middle of the table in case you needed it at any point throughout the meal.

"Smells divine in here." You gazed around the messy kitchen, the sign of a good hearty meal being cooked as well as it could be showed that he was pulling out all of the stops.

"I hope you're hungry, I made a little too much pasta." Joe pressed his lips into a thin line, furrowing his brow and shrugging his shoulders slightly at you.

"I meant you, the food smells good too."

"Oh stop it." Joe mimicked you, covering his hand over his mouth in a pathetic and quite frankly over dramatic attempt to pretend he was embarrassed over your compliment.

Joe poured the wine into your glass, insisting that you taste it to make sure it was the one that you had said you liked beforehand. Great memory. Perfect for the pasta dish that you were about to consume. The indeed heavenly smell of prawn tagliatelle with various vegetables was dished out in front of you. You ate everything, even went in for seconds, it was a good job you didn't eat much today and you had to all intents and purposes starved yourself so that you would be ravenous by the time you had your dinner date.

Was this man ever wrong in his assumptions? Nope. He was a sensational cook, his mum had clearly taught him a lot and he was well trained in the kitchen, perfect as you were up for a dinner date like this every night for the rest of your life if this was the quality of food you would receive.

To top it all off, he had also prepared dessert, an affogato served with home made pistachio ice cream, an eye rolling, taste bud tingling way to finish off your meal indeed. You had polished off the wine too quickly for your liking, the combination of wine heated your cheeks along with the warmth of the house and also being sat across from Joe probably didn't help the matter.

You had retired to the living room after helping him clean up. Joe had insisted that you were his guest and wouldn't lift a finger but after a playful and most valid argument between you, Joe accepted your point of it would get done faster if you did it together. Putting on a movie seemed like the best option to end a solid ten out of ten evening together, a romantic comedy that you had seen at least thirty times in your life. You downed the last of your wine in your glass and set it in front of you on the coffee table, snuggling into Joe's side, he caught the hint pretty quickly and lifted his arm to let you sink into him further. His hand stroked the bare skin of your shoulder where your jumper had faltered a little, sending goose bumps raging their way through your skin.

It wasn't long until the movie was forgotten about, a deeply passionate kiss provoked by Joe himself. He had smoothly managed to push his finger tip toward your jaw, putting enough pressure to make you look up toward him where his free hand came to cup your cheek, bringing you forward to softly connect your lips together. You lifted yourself up with the help of Joe to sit yourself directly on his lap, tongues now involved as begged at your bottom lip for entrance. The kiss became intense, your fingers ran through his untamed curls which were soft and a little frizzy from the humidity of cooking whilst your other hand was wrapped in the chains around his neck, pulling him to be as close to you as possible. The dimmed lighting added to the voluptuousness and your whole body was screaming with desire to be touched in anyway he would dare to.

The kiss broke intermittently as you both panted for just that little bit to regain the oxygen your lungs had lost in the last few minutes.

"Shall we go get a little more comfortable, love?" Joe offered, stroking his thumb over your cheek giving you a smile that could heal the world.

"I'd love to." Joe kept you in his grasp, lifting himself up off of the sofa and you instantly obliged to wrap your legs around his waist. He carried you upstairs and into his bedroom, using his elbow to switch on the light before he slowly set you down on your back onto the foam mattress that you immediately thought was going to be a great nights sleep from the instant comfort you felt. Joe rested himself by the side of you, propped up on one elbow as his hand magnetised itself straight back to your cheek. He examined your features for a moment, staring through into your soul, your eyes following every muscle that worked in the doe eyes that sparkled towards you.

"Just to be clear you do want-" Joe whispered shyly, but before he could finish it was a response you didn't even have to think about.

"I do, I really do." He knew you were on the same page, his lips coming back to join yours in the most gratifying and pleasurable kiss. Electricity was shooting it's way down to your core, followed by anxiety that he may not like what he saw underneath your clothing.

You broke the kiss this time, pushing all doubts out of your mind as you sat up to remove your jumper dress, leaving yourself in your matching underwear, slowly looking up to witness his reaction.

It was very much worth it.

Joe's eyes had grown lustful, extremely excited to see you looking so vulnerable for him. Joe pushed his hands towards the back of your bra, stopping for a second to look at you for reassurance.

"May I?"

You giggled. "You may."

Joe touched you delicately like you were made of porcelain, not wanting to break you but at the same time really wanting to feel every ounce of you. He massaged your breasts in the palm of his hands, lightly pinching your nipples and gaining a whimper from the sensitivity that it caused.

"You like that, baby?" Baby. That was the first time he had called you that and you hoped it would not be the last.

A stifling yes was all you could manage, his touch riling you up good and proper as he laid you down back into an easier position to access so that his mouth could taste where his fingers had just influenced.

Soft moans were making the erection in Joe's trousers twitch as he worked his way down with unhurried yet deliberate little embracing kisses down your body. His hands following where his lips had just caressed until he was knelt down before you, placing your feet at the edge of the bed, reaching upward to slide your panties down and fully off. You were stark naked and his bush baby eyes had never shimmered brighter than they were, his jaw could of fell to the floor the way his mouth gaped open looking down at you.

"You're so fucking beautiful, I am so lucky." There was that sigh again, oh so delightful to observe.

Joe planted more kisses along your thighs before working his way towards your slit, guiding his hands to open it up so that he could start by licking a small stripe down to the base of you with the tip of his tongue. A louder moan escaped you this time.

"Relax darling, I want to make you feel so good."

When he got into a more focussed position, his hands reached for yours, intertwining your fingers together as you both gave a little reassuring squeeze to let each other know it was okay. His muscle massaged against your clit, making the muscles in your legs twinge each time he slipped it over a particular spot. He pressed succulent kisses against you with each taste, humming and breathing in the scent of you.

"That feels so good." You mewled.

"Mmm." Joe answered, he was in too deep for a truly more accurate reply.

His movements got a little faster and heavier against your bud, your body squirming around the sheets, your fingers pressing harder into his knuckles before he let one of your hands go, your instant reaction was to massage your boob and play with yourself a little. Joe surprised you by pushing a finger inside of you, the cold metal of his ring touching your entrance when the entirety of his digit made it's way up. He added another shortly, curling them upwards but keeping the pace gently measured to really make you feel even better than you could have ever imagined.

It all ended too quickly as Joe pushed himself away from you, ridding the contact from his fingers and wiping the back of his hand over his mouth to dry himself off.

"Why did you stop?"

"I can't take it anymore, I need to feel myself inside of you, you feel too good like this, god knows how you'll feel like that." Joe undressed himself and you watched his defined figure unravel before you, gawking from his neck down, not too toned but just right. His cock stood to attention, leaking pre-cum from being so heavily turned on from his time during his little cunninglingus fun. You were impressed with everything he had to offer, why wouldn't you be impressed with the sheer just above average size he was packing.

"You are perfect Quinn." You bit down onto your bottom lip, hypnotising him immediately with the way your eyes clung to his.

"No baby, that's you." BABY. BABY. B A B Y.

Joe lined himself up over you, not letting you move from your previous state, silently insisting that you relax whilst he continued to make you both feel incredible. He rubbed his cock between your slit, gaining some of his own spit and your slick to lube him up for easier access.

"Are you sure-"

"I'm sure, baby." It was your turn to mock him whimsically but he seemed to drink it in as you did, the pet name in particular. Joe pushed himself inside of you slowly, inch by inch filling you, your walls instantaneously clenching around him sending a ferocious groan straight from Joe's mouth.

"Just as I thought." He said.

You giggled a little too suddenly. "What?"

"Heavenly."

Joe began to rock his hips back and fourth into you, the girth alone sent your back arching as he leant down, the muscles in his arms flexing to keep him hovering above you, his chains dangling around your chin as he thrusted back and fourth. Sharp breathes and the heat of passion were strong between the two of you, a rush of new found energy had you both singing each other's names like a prayer. The movements were sloppy yet so eager, fiery yet heartfelt. You looked into each others eyes with promise and sensibility. If you weren't mistaken, the look of love. Too lost in your thoughts, you were brought back down to the present to see Joe's lips moving, your hearing came back into play once you had stopped being so caught in your brain.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Never better."

"Did you hear what I said?" Joe pushed into you a little harder this time making you gasp.

"Evidently not." You breathed out a distorted moan followed by a chuckle.

"Be mine." Joe repeated himself hoping that you heard him loud and clear this time.

"I already am." You smiled as soon as he did, his lips crashed against yours, your heavily beautiful kiss moving in time with that of his hips, stopping sporadically to take a breath or to get out the breathless whimpers you needed to let escape.

The knot snapped inside your stomach when he hit one final thrust, sending you both over the edge together. Your bodies tingling from head to toe, the sensation you wished would last a lifetime and more from the stimulation and pure feeling you were eating up at this very moment.

"That was-" Joe was left stuttering so much that he had to pause.

"Amazing?" You finished.

"Exactly." Joe leaned down to kiss you one last time before pulling out, your orgasms rid to their full potential, it had made it all the more zealous to have reached your peaks together.

You ran to the bathroom to flush out what you needed to, cleaning yourselves up before returning to Joe's bed, the pyjamas long forgotten about that you had packed, a comforting thought that you now would be able to sleep skin to skin, happy and tranquil. Joe rushed downstairs to turn the tv off, not long after returning and making a huge leap towards the bed to which you jumped out of your skin when you realised he was almost about to crush you the same way he could have done the duckling on your second date.

It was all laughter and mind numbing chatter for the rest of the night, you laid in Joe's arms, your ear just resting above his heart which beat steady and relaxed.

"You meant it?" Joe mentioned and you looked up at him dazed and confused in your exhausted state.

"Meant what?" You asked.

"That you were mine." Joe looked deeply into your eyes, looking for the answers before you spoke them.

"Always."

"Perfect." Joe planted a kiss onto your forehead, his fingers making light work stroking up and down the top of your back.

"That's you." You nestled your face into his chest.

"Sweet dreams then, my darling girl."

You laid in the same position until the sun rose and the light dimmed it's way through the corners of Joe's curtains. A new day had never felt so good, especially beginning it in the arms of your man. Perfect.

[gojoest]

DEDICATING A GOAL TO YOU — ITOSHI RIN

.°⊹ tags / warnings : sfw, tooth-rotting fluff if you will, fem! reader, rin’s first ever ‘i love you’, established relationship, 0.6k, not proofread

a/n : as i promised — here's some more ! had so much fun with this <3 more characters coming soon >.<

the first time rin realized he loves you was during a quiet night in — both wrapped under a fluffy blanket on the couch watching a horror movie picked by him. it was so warm and cozy, your tummy full with the homecooked meal rin and you prepared for dinner, that 20 minutes in sleep creeped in and you dozed off. head resting on his shoulder, cheek squished and mouth slightly open, drooling on his hoodie — he thought you looked silly. but in an absolutely adorable way.

what a dealbreaker, he chuckled to himself, the girl i love falls asleep to horror movies. also — drools.

the girl. i love. the girl i love. i love. i love that girl —the voice in his head kept repeating like a broken record. each time louder and lauder, even more deafening than the screams of slaughter coming from the tv and filling the room. what a revelation.

however, these three magical words never made it out of his mouth. not in front of you at least. he did practice in front of the mirror a few times. but stopped right after realizing how pathetic and out of character he was being. you make itoshi rin do silly things like that.

or things like taking you out to the coffee shop he first saw you at. he thought, maybe, the first ‘i love you’ should be said in a special place. so, he took you back there, to the very spot he kept visiting, after seeing you just once, until he gathered the courage to come talk to you. he had no idea if you’d be there the next day but still, he went. it took him a week to figure out around what time you dropped by. he memorized the orders you bounced between. he was so smitten. of course, to this day he claims he went there around the same time on daily basis only because their coffee was good and totally worth the 40 min ride from the other side of the city. you simply happened to be there.

there was a serving tray on the table with all of your coffee orders day by day — from day one till the day he finally sat next to you and asked for your name. everything was going as planned. until your cute little date got interrupted by mutual friends whom you, completely unaware of rin’s hidden agenda, invited to join you. and of course, rin had to come up with an excuse for all the drinks on the table . . . for taste tasting purposes, he said.

rin never thought there would come a day he’d so desperately want and try to say those words to someone. sure, it scared him a little. and he didn’t really know how and when exactly he was supposed to say them. what if you didn’t feel the same way? what then . . . maybe, he thought, timing was everything. he had to choose the right moment and make it very special and as captivating as possible that would make you love him in a heartbeat in case you didn’t already.

and so he did.

during his debut game as a pro rin scored a hat trick. after each goal he made the hand-heart gesture — index fingers curled and thumbs pointing down joined together to create the shape of a heart, and pointed at you on the stands. the first goal said i love you. the second one — always, and the third — forever.

this turned into his trademark. from that day on he’d dedicate all of his goals to you and make it impossible to unlove him.

[rinkkuma]

୨୧ BLUE LOCK BOYS AS BFS pt. 2

ft. chigiri hyoma, reo mikage, & sae itoshi

tags. a bit of cussing, the use of “blackmail” in reo's part is used jokingly (no toxic relationships here!!), reader implied to have longish hair in chigiri's, gn!reader, all fluff ! / author's note. thank you sm for the support on the first part!!

CHIGIRI HYOMA

loves doing his haircare routine on you, and if you're too tired, he'll be a sweetie and do it for you! as much as he loves skincare routines, but his hair is his top priority.

tests new hairstyles on you and you pull every one of them off, but when he tries them on himself, he's upset about how they don't look as good on him as they did on you.

plays those random dress up games online, (gacha life) and makes you and him.

has disney movie night marathons with you! his favorites are definitely tangled, (totally not because he just wonders how she takes care of that much hair) frozen, the little mermaid, and lilo and stitch. sets up the couch with lots of pillows, blankets, and snacks to make sure you're comfortable! you end up not using half of them and just use him as a pillow the whole time.

wakes you up early (which you don't mind) on sundays so you guys can go to the local farmer's market. people running the stands compliment you two for being such a cute couple! chigiri buys lots of fruit while he's here, (he believes farmer's market fruit is the best, he's right) especially strawberries. he also likes going to strawberry fields with you to pick strawberries during the sunset.

would love to adopt a cat with you! (canon that his favorite animal is cats! sorry if you don't like cats) has a whole list of names planned in his notes app and a bunch of toys he plans to buy for the cat.

REO MIKAGE

a little cliché, but look at anything for a little longer than one second and he buys it for you. i mean, what else is he supposed to do with all of his money? if you could fill a room with all of the things he's brought you just because you looked at it, you would need multiple rooms.

his whole ‘hidden’ photos folder is full of silly photos he has of you just for a little laugh every once in a while. (totally not to use as blackmail and to send them out of the blue to you) truthfully though, he doesn't think you have a single bad photo.

has a dedicated section in his closet full of clothes for you whenever you stay over at his house mansion. (bro probably has a walk-in closet that could be a size of a small bedroom)

two words, staring problem. just having a conversation with him, and his eyes are burning into your face, carefully listening to every word as if you're giving a very important speech. (which you are in his mind) you could be talking to a friend across the room, and he will be staring and pouting, waiting for you to hurry and come back to him. point is, man is staring at you 24/7.

although you two are dating, still stalks you on social media. (shamelessly) deadass one day he got up to use the bathroom and he left his phone on the bed, and you decided to peak at his phone, (not trying to be noisy, just curious) and saw that he was looking at the instagram highlight you had that was photos of you. you never let him live it down and still tease him relentlessly to this day.

holds your hand anywhere, anytime. while walking, sitting on the couch and chatting, while you guys sleep, literally anything. the warmth of your hand brings him comfort and makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside.

ITOSHI SAE

has a secret instagram account dedicated to you. posts all of his photos of you and the captions are just him ranting about how much he loves you. he blocks you to make sure you never find it because he's a little embarrassed. maybe he'll tell you about it one day though.

loves baking! his favorite thing to bake is muffins and bread, and let's you be the taste tester! request something for him to bake, and he makes enough to enjoy the rest of the month! if he ever needs to leave the house early for practice or meetings, you always wake up to a muffin, freshly cut fruit, and a note on the kitchen counter neatly set for you. on days he doesn't need to leave the house early, you wake up with breakfast in bed!

puts up with you and your shenanigans. hungry and too lazy to get up? he already prepared your favorite 10 minutes earlier. can't sleep? cages you into his arms and strokes your hair until you fall asleep. bag too heavy? he was already carrying it. you're the only person he'll put up with.

although the doesn't quite know how to express his emotions with words, definitely does with his actions. to physical touch, gift giving, and just spending time with you, sae doesn't let his inability of expressing feelings with words stop him from letting you know how much he loves you.

needs you to give him a kiss before you or him leaves the house for anything. these kisses last a little longer depending how long he'll be gone. if he's leaving for a trip overseas, he kisses you until you're breathless and pulls away every few seconds to murmur an ‘i love you’.

loves going on walks while it's raining with you. brings an umbrella and makes sure you're bundled up, you can't get sick on his watch!

[vantejinnieee]

black dress | jjk

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre: fluff, smut, committed relationship

rating: 18+

warnings: fingering, oral, penetration, public sex, unprotected sex, non idol au, playful bickering

word count: 2.3k+

summary: in which you and your boyfriend decide to go shopping. and thing take a spicy turn.

A/N: idk if i like this one but i tried 

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“I really need a dress for the party tonight.” “Don’t you have like thousands of dresses already?” “I do have dresses jungkook, but i don’t have a black party dress. the dress code is black remember? and also i have lesser dresses than the number of black shirts you won.” 

jungkook and you have been playfully bickering with each other for the past few minutes. you wanted to go shopping but jungkook was too lazy to leave the house.

jungkook looked offended and said, “excuse me but black shirts are a necessity. see how it’s come in handy for tonight’s party?” 

“doesn’t mean you need hundreds of the same shirt.”

“ok fine i’ll come shopping with you if that means you stop talking shit about my black shirts.”

you giggled and hopped towards jungkook who was sitting on the bed and hugged him. “i love you, you know that?”

jungkook sighed. “you just want to be a passenger princess don’t you?”

“oops.” you giggled.

jungkook smiled at your cuteness and pulled you closer to him. he softly kissed you on your lips, his hands making his way under your shirt.

you pull back. “woah woah mister. now’s not the time to get nasty. we need to  leave now.”

you get up from the bed and skipped towards the closet to change. jungkook adoringly looked at you skipping from happiness. “i’m a lucky guy”, he thought to himself.

almost 35 minutes later, you arrived at the mall. since it was the weekend the mall was pretty much packed.

“this is gonna take a while isn’t it?” jungkook said while looking at you.

“it will go by quickly if you help me pick a dress. you have good taste.”

jungkook took your hand and intertwined your fingers with his. “i don’t have good taste you just look too good in everything. an angel you are.”

you blushed at his unexpected compliment and looked away.

“got shy all of a sudden?” jungkook giggled and pulled at your hand. “come on let’s go. we’ve gotta get you a black dress.”

around 20 minutes had gone by and you still hadn’t found the perfect dress for you.

“honey i really liked the second dress on you. it was very flattering.” jungkook tried to cheer you up as your search wasn’t going all too well.

“it made me look like i’m a divorced woman living all alone in the suburbs”, you pouted.

“forever 21′s right there. maybe you’ll find something there.”

“i better hope so.”

as you were browsing through the dresses, you found a dress just to your liking. it was a midi bodycon black dress, with a slit on the right side and a small cutout below the chest.

you signalled jungkook, who was browsing through shoes in another section, to come to you.

“found one bae?”

“i think so. come and sit outside the fitting room. tell me how it looks.”

“roger”

thankfully, the fitting room aisle was completely empty. you entered the farthest fitting room and hoped that this was the dress.

as you tried it on, you automatically knew that was the one. it hugged you just at the right curves, accentuating your perfect body figure. it had an open back and just the right amount of cleavage. you felt sexy in it.

you popped your head out of the room to call for jungkook. he glanced at you and smiled, making his way towards you.

you opened the door wide for him to check out the dress, and you.

his eyes grew wid. “wow. honey you look phenomenal. so sexy.” his eyes kept lingering over your body and you felt your cheeks becoming warmer under his gaze.

you did a twirl for him to show off the back.

“WOW.”

his mouth was wide open all the while as he checked you out. 

“wait there’s something wrong with the dress.” he suddenly pointed out to the back.

“what? is it torn?”

“no, wait let me fix it for you.” he glanced if anyone else was nearby and entered into the fitting room with you.

the fitting rooms had floor to ceiling doors so no one on the outside would be able to tell he was in there with you.

“so what’s wr-”

you couldn’t even finish your sentence before jungkook started kissing you, passionately. one of his hands was desperately roaming all over your body, while the other held your neck for stability.

you pulled away. “jungkook what are you doing?” you whispered to him.

“you look way too irresistible baby. let me have you. i don’t think i can wait.”

“bunny we’re in a public place right now. someone might hear us. we could be reported.”

“so just keep it down if you don’t want to be caught. can i continue?”

you gulped. you’ve been jungkook for almost two years now and you had never seen him as he was desperate now. he was becoming impatient by every passing second. and you enjoyed it, making you more daring.

you lightly pulled him closer to you by his shirt and slid your other hand over his bulge.

taking the signal, jungkook picked you up and started kissing you, with your back pressed against the cold mirror.

his hands were gripping your ass as he held you in position. you put your hands around his neck, while playing with his hair, which drove him crazy.

he started planting kisses on your neck, making you moan lightly.

he pulled away from you. “shit i can’t do this anymore.”

he put you down and undressed you till you were completely naked.

“gorgeous. so hot, as always.” he said while glancing you from head to toe.

you smiled and pulled him by his pants and unbuckled his pants, and then removed his shirt, while he desperately kissed you and his hands wandered all over your body, desperate to be inside you, to have a taste of you.

after he was completely naked too, he began kissing your breasts, sucking and nibbling on your nipples. his hands met your womanhood, making you flinch from the sudden contact.

“you’re so wet baby.”

“what did you expect? you drive me crazy jungkook.”

he started slowly rubbing your clit in circles. he kneeled down and put your left leg on his shoulder.

he now had a clear view of your glorious mess down there, which was his favourite sight in the world.

his mouth met your pussy. he slid his tongue inside you and started thrusting his tongue in you slowly. his one hand held you by your hips as the other slowly rubbed your pulsating clitoris.

but he was going too slow, just to tease you and make you crave for more. and he succeeded.

“jungkook please, go faster. i need you.” you practically begged him as you were painfully turned on by then.

satisfied by your reaction, jungkook started thrusting two fingers inside you, while his tongue now sucked and massaged your clitoris, giving you just the right amount of stimulation to make you go over your edge.

you held onto jungkook with one of your hands while you covered your mouth with the other hand. you didn’t want your moans to be heard.

you rolled your eyes back as you were being driven closer to the edge by the second.

“fuck jungkook please don’t stop. just like that baby. i’m gonna come”

jungkook went faster, while he kept his eyes on you as you were nearing your orgasm.

soon enough, your legs were shaking from the orgasm, your thighs pressing jungkook’s face between you and your juices spilling all over his face. even though you tried your best to not let out a noise, you couldn’t hold it in anymore and let out a moan as you orgasmed.

jungkook pulled your thighs apart and licked all your juices and pushed his tongue in you, getting more of your juice and swallowing it, savouring your taste which he loved so much, all the while he maintained eye contact with you.

you felt shy as you watched him practically drink your juice, but it only turned you on more. 

“that’s my favourite taste ever in the world, you know that?” jungkook said as he got up from his knees pulled you closer to him.

you shyly smiled and put your arms around him, hiding your face in his chest.

“look at me baby.” he said while lifting your chin up toward him.

he kissed you, making you taste the little bit of your juice which was still on his lips. that was hot.

he slowly pushed you back while making out, till your back hit the mirror. 

he took his penis in his hand and lightly brushed his tip against your clit. he loved teasing you.

“don’t do this jungkook. i want you in me.” you pleaded him with a pout.

he let out a giggle. “you’re so fucking hot but adorable at the same time. how’s that so?”

“i guess i just hav-”

you didn’t even get to finish your sentence when jungkook pushed himself inside you slowly.

you moaned loudly, taken aback. jungkook quickly put his hand over your mouth.

he put one of your legs over his shoulder, giving him easy access to your g-spot. by now he knew just the spots to hit to drive you over the edge.

his hands leaned against the mirror for support as he started thrusting inside you even faster. you pursed your lips together so as to not let out a moan. you intertwined your fingers around his neck and pulled him closer, pushing him deeper into you.

you let out a light moan as you put head on his neck and bit him lightly. he hissed from the pain but only went faster.

just then, someone knocked on the door, making jungkook stop.

“hi is someone in there?” a woman asked.

both of you looked at each other and tried not to make any noise. 

“hi yeah, it’s occupied right now. i brought quite a lot of clothes to try out. sorry it’ll take a few more minutes.”

jungkook, being the mischief he is, started thrusting, moving in and out of you slowly.

your eyes widened and you mouthed “what the fuck” to him.

“oh okay. i was just checking. saw you going in earlier but didn’t see you coming out. if you need any assistance do let me know ma’am.” the employee replied.

“yes thank you, but i don’t think that’ll be needed.”

you tried your best to maintain your breath and jungkook started picking up his pace.

“alright ma’am, i’ll be nearby if you do.”

as you heard her footsteps fade away, jungkook started going as fast as he could, taking you by surprise once again and letting out a loud moan. 

jungkook sushed you by kissing you. he continued kissing you but that didn’t stop you from moaning on his mouth. 

he removed one of his hands from the mirror and started massaging your clit in a fast motion.

you arched your back, nearing your orgasm. 

“are you coming?” jungkook whispered in your ears as he tried not to moan as well.

“y-yes. so cl-clo-close. fuck.”

“you feel so good baby fuck i’m going to cum soon.”

you scratched his back as you felt a knot forming in your stomach.

“now?” 

“i’m coming jungkook. oh fuck. shit.”

jungkook quickly kissed you to silence you as your nails dug deeper into his flesh and your legs shook tremendously from your second orgasm.

as you were finished with your orgasm, jungkook pulled away and slid two of his finger into you and licked the juice off his fingers.

“so good.”

you lowered yourself and took jungkook’s penis in you, as he still had to cum. you started sucking on his cock, making him moan lightly.

he held your head and gently pushed his penis deeper into your mouth, making your eyes tear.

“i’m gonna come fuck.”

he pulled out his cock from your mouth. “i want to swallow.” you told him.

he stroked his penis with his hands and quickly inserted his penis in your mouth again and came in your mouth. 

you swallowed as much as you could and licked the rest off.

jungkook got you up from the floor and kissed you.

“that was one hell of an experience.”

“it really was.” you smiled. “now get dressed soon or else we might actually get caught.”

you both quickly got dressed and checked if there was any mess you needed to clean up. luckily, there wasn’t much.

you grabbed your things and was about to unlock the door when jungkook tugged at your arm.

“what honey?”

“nothing. just, i love you.” he kissed your forehead.

you smiled and kissed him on his cheeks. “i love you too. i love life with you.”

“and i wouldn’t have it any other way either.”

you unlocked the door and took a peek outside, making sure no one was outside.

seeing as the coast was clear, you signalled jungkook to come out too.

“did you find something you liked ma’am?” the employee, who had interrupted you sex, asked.  

“oh yes. i’d like to get the dress please.”

“it’s a magic dress.” jungkook jokingly told the employee.

you nudged jungkook and smiled at the employee. “it’s an inside joke.”

she let out a polite laugh, “i could tell. i won’t tell on you, don’t worry.”

dumbfounded, you asked, “i’m sorry?”

she just kindly smiled. “the counter’s over here ma’am. please follow me.”

you looked over at jungkook, who was equally as dumbfounded as you.

“oh yeah. she definitely heard us. she definitely knows we just had sex.” jungkook says. “at least she knows you’re with a man who pleasures you so much.”

“shut it.” you hit his arm. “let’s get out of here quickly.”

jungkook laughed and followed you. “oh just so you know, we’re definitely going for a round two tonight. i might just tear that dress off of you.”

“jungkook quiet”

“yes ma’am”

“you’re so annoying”

“only for you”

[bursonafied]

FIRST DATE!

Pairing: Simpbur x Gn!Reader

Warnings: not proofread, tooth rotting fluff

Pronouns used: you/yours

Trope: friends to lovers

This is just a quick example of what I write… please bear with me it’s a bit rushed but future pieces will be better :)

don't be too mean i'll cry /j

also send more requests plspls i need to write for this lil loser guy

Wilbur had always been a particularly chivalrous guy, whether you’re in a relationship or not. You could recall the last time you and a group of friends hung out, he offered you his jacket, offered to carry you over a deep puddle. (Which, of course you accepted… the opportunity to be carried like a princess couldn’t be passed up so easily). He would defend you whenever someone would make fun of or tease you. He would shoot daggers to anyone who even attempted to get too close. He’s just protective! You’d tell yourself.

“You’re such a white knight, Wilbur,” or “You’re such a simp, dude.” It was endless, but he didn’t seem to care. Your friends would even go the lengths to call him ‘Simpbur’ whenever he did something particularly romantic, just for you You didn’t care, it was cute.

You weren’t sure why you were so surprised when he finally asked you out on a date. But of course, you said yes. It was hard to resist his sweet eyes and nervous smile. He was too adorable. You two agreed that the perfect date would be at your favorite ice cream place then straight to the park to watch the sunset. It was not only simple, but your two favorite things. Ice cream and the sunsets, (or, maybe Wilbur was that second thing).

The doorbell rings and a knock follows, a short little ‘knock knock’, not even a full three. You hurry to fix your hair in the mirror and rush to the door. You take a deep breath, your nerves silently taking over. You open the door with a kind smile. Wilbur is holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He grins nervously and holds out the flowers for you.

“Um.. I, I got these— these flowers for you.” He seems to stumble over his words a bit. You can only lightly giggle and take the flowers, bringing them up to your nose and breathe in the scent, then let out the breath through your mouth.

“They’re beautiful!” You say, tilting your head a bit. There’s a short, awkward silence between you before Wilbur clears his throat.

“I know those are your favorite. I remember you telling me a while back. I would, put them in some water so they don’t die, because I want them to last. Because they’re… you know, your favorite and...” He over-explains a bit and gestures around with his hands… which he tends to do when nervous. It only adds to his charm. You smile and nod, placing the flowers into a pretty vase beside your front door, right where you would be able to see them right before leaving the house.

“I know, Wilbur. They’re very pretty.. thank you.”

He breathes out a quiet ‘not as pretty as you’ (which he hoped you didn’t catch) before nodding. “Yeah! Yeah, um. Of course. Anything for you.”

“So you ready to go?” You ask as you grab your bag from beside the door and sling it over your shoulder.
“yeah- yes! Lets go.” Wilbur nods and waits for you to step out of your place, closing the door behind you. He takes you over to his car and opens the door for you, smiling. How sweet of him!

The car ride wasn’t the slightest bit awkward. You two talked just as you would as if this were a hang out rather than a date. In a way, any one-on-one time with Wilbur felt like a date. Maybe you were just so exponentially head over heels for this guy without realizing, that you took each interaction as a romantic one. You two sang your favorite songs on the way to the parlor his voice sounding better than yours since he sang regularly… you just sang TV Girl about as loud as you could in the shower. There was a difference.

"this song kinda sucks," You mutter, skipping over one of your favorite songs. Often, you'd get bashed for your music taste. Wilbur just shakes his head.

"Nono! go back! i like that song!" Your heart flutters in your chest as he flips back to the other song, allowing it to play fully.

Upon finally arriving to the parlor, Wilbur again, opens the door for you. You thank him and he nods. He thinks about grabbing your hand and linking your fingers, like he wished to do so, so many times before. His fingers would twitch in longing, wanting to connect you two in the kind and gentle manner. He would to it today, even if it was the last thing he did before the date was over.

“Wilbur?” You tap his shoulder, snapping him from his thoughts. He looks at you with a grin. “It’s your turn to order.” You point to the cashier who seemed to be about 19 and way over his job, hinted at by the obviously unamused expression he held. Wilbur’s face reddens with slight embarrassment and he nods.

“Right! Right... um, just a chocolate dipped cone, please.” The cashier nods.

“Your total is $4.76.” he slides forward the little iPad to pay. Wilbur quickly swipes his card before you get the chance to pay for your sundae, and you shoot him an angry, yet playful, glare.

“What? Couldn’t let my date pay for themself. That would be so rude!” He teases, lightly nudging you with his shoulder just before taking his ice cream.

You then both drive to the nearby park, a short drive that was mostly quiet. nothing worth telling, said park has a downhill slope right at the parking. It was perfect for watching the sunset. Wilbur pops his trunk and you both go sit in the back and eat your ice cream. He grabs a blanket after a moment.

“It’s supposed to get cold soon,” he says as he holds his ice cream cone in his mouth, his teeth are too sensitive to the cold but he would rather make you comfortable and suffer for a moment rather than watching you freeze.

“Aw, thank you. Youre the sweetest.” You smile before taking another bite of your sundae. Will smiles and nods, taking the cone from his mouth and biting into the sugary treat. you both sort of sit in silence for a moment while the sun falls behind the horizon. You yawn, covering your mouth, then you lean your head on Will's shoulder. You can hear his breath nearly stop, his body tensing up. Why was he reacting like this? It's not like you'd never done this before. Maybe it was just... a different situation. You both finish up your ice cream, and are now leaned against each other, bodies touching, it's warm enough between you two that you can ignore the chill from the outdoors. You sit in a comfortable silence until he decides to speak up.

"Sunset's pretty." He mutters. You nod in agreement. "I think you're prettier though." He adds after a second. it makes your cheeks burn with blush and a smile crossed your face.

"That's just not true." You giggle, shaking your head. Will takes a breath to regain confidence and wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer against him if it were possible. You look up at him with a grin.

"You know i couldn't ever lie to you." He mutters, looking down at you... soaking in your beauty. His eyes drift from your eyes down to your lips. He couldn't tell you how long he'd been resisting this.

resisting the urge to feel your lips pressed against yours in a passionate kiss, to feel your breath mingle with his in such love and longing.

"i know you wouldn't." You mumble, looking up, your eyes meet his for a brief second before you notice them drift to your lips. you can't help the smile playing at your lips. "What're you looking at?" You tease, lightly nudging him. his face reddened and he glances away.

"Not.. nothing."

"Nothing, huh?" Your fingers brush over the top of his hand, his breath hitches. He was so nervous, it was honestly cute. Soon, you link your fingers with his and you can feel him practically melt.

"I've wanted to ask you out for so long." He whispers after a moment of silence, rubbing his thumb gently along yours. It causes butterflies to fly loose in your belly.

"So why didn't you?"

"Don't think i could handle being called 'simpbur' one more time." He chuckles, shrugging. You look up at him, and he was already looking down at you.

"I always thought that was stupid." Your grip tightens around his hand. he inches even closer to you.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." You confirm it, and it's silent for a second as you both inch closer. your brain was screaming at you to just go for it. so, you did. Your lips collide against Wilbur's, it's a sweet (yet somewhat awkward) kiss to begin with, but you two ease into it. He tilts his head and grabs your chin between his index and his thumb, and you lean closer. Your hands rest on his chest as you two enjoy your long overdue kiss.

Wilbur's lips are warm on yours and his hands begin as sweet and innocent, but he grows a bit eager. his hand trail down and rests on your thigh, which takes you by surprise. His lips leave yours momentarily and connect to your neck, and while the feeling is nearly euphoric, you have to pull away. It was a bit too soon to do anything more than kisses.

"Will.." You whisper. He responds in a gentle and careful voice.

"Yes, darling?" He looks up at you.

"This is... amazing but I... I'm not ready for.." Your words trail off. Wilbur simply smiles and nods in understanding, returning up to give you one quick kiss on the lips.

"That's alright. I'll wait my whole life if I must."

Your heart flutters as his promise and you nod.

You couldn't wait for more future dates. More opportunities to hold and kiss Will whenever you wanted, and now, he was inevitably, undeniably, all yours.

[delphi-shield]

classified intel // jill valentine

Jill x GN!Reader Fluff wc: 1,543 suggestive themes bc reader sends jill a tasteful nude, reader implied to be civilian, post-di!Jill.

this almost turned into angst, but i excised the sad parts and it turned into another wip. tbh i should be prepping for my tabletop tomorrow but i miss my wife.

Jill's on a work trip, but that's never stopped you from texting her before and it sure as hell's not going to stop you now.

also known as:

i am ruminating on a relationship with jill once more. 😔

Their point remains. You and Jill are apart far more than either of you would like. She’s a busy woman by her own design. Her drive had been something that you had admired about her, even if it was the very same thing that kept her from you. You hadn’t entered this relationship blind to the fact that she would be gone sometimes. You had learned to be okay with it, learned to handle the distance that was often double-edged. 

Technically speaking, your relationship isn’t long distance.

Just because Jill spent a large portion of her time overseas, god-knows-where, doing god-knows-what, did not mean that you were long distance. Yeah, maybe you do have to schedule calls, fighting timezones and your responsibilities to carve out a measly half hour with each other. That doesn’t qualify, technically, as long distance. You tell this to your friends over and over again. Still, they roll their eyes, hum their doubt, and insist that you may as well be long distance.

Texting was usually infrequent when she was away. Her personal cell phone was usually left behind when she went out for assignments - and if she did have it, it was turned off and shoved to the bottom of her pack. You texted her throughout the day, leaving behind a collection of your thoughts for her to come back to. She had taken to responding in one text, a bullet-point list to catch up on everything that she had missed.

 Once, you had gotten anxious about bothering her, about the egregious amount of notifications she would be flooded with when she finally turned her phone back on. You had sent her just one text, telling her to be safe, that you loved her. She had called you the moment she had service, demanding to know what was wrong. Thought something happened to you, I don’t know, she had grumbled, dismissing her paranoia easily over the phone. You had let it go unchallenged, quietly returning to your text spam. The next time she had a chance to talk to you, she had saved her bullet-points for a phone call.

The last time you had heard from her, her plane had landed safely. Her day was going to be packed with intelligence meetings - not really the kind of thing she could be on her phone during. You’ve just gotten home from work when your phone chimes. You take your time checking it, not expecting your girlfriend to be able to chat. She was at least three hours behind you, still in the middle of her work day.

It's a pleasant surprise to see a text from her. Instead of her usual bullet-point reply, she had sent an unflattering picture of a pitbull. Jill’s arm came in from the side of the frame, her hand blurred in the motion of a head pat. The text accompanying it simply read:

5:12 PM: PB&J.

Before you could even ask what that was supposed to mean, Jill sent a second text.

5:29 PM: His name is PB&J.

You grin at your phone, sending her an array of emojis to show how cute that is. You flop back onto your bed, your phone held over your face.

5:31 PM: can you call? just got home lol

5:35 PM: Sorry. Waiting for my next meeting to start.

Shit. You push down your disappointment and look for the silver-lining. At least you could text her for a little bit before she got wrapped up in work again. The dishes in the sink were forgotten in favor of the back and forth between you and Jill. It was hardly the most thrilling conversation. You exchanged the daily monotonies with each other - what sort of coffee she had that morning, how terrible traffic had been for you on your way home, your coat forgotten over the back of your chair at work and Jill’s pen borrowed from an embassy, blue ink, ballpoint and scratchy. It’s easier to superimpose the memory of her alongside you when you have the little details to work with, when you can fill in the gaps in your imagination with the particulars.

Naturally, this devolved into teasing.

5:47 PM: what are you wearing?

5:47 PM: That’s classified.

5:48 PM: tank top and jeans again, huh was kind of hoping for a pantsuit 👀 i know u packed that navy one send pics

You scrolled through your photos, searching for a set of pictures you had taken a few nights ago. If you were going to ask for pics, it was only fair that you send one in return. You had taken them early in the week, consumed by a swell of confidence that had been flushed away the moment you had to scroll through them. You had scrutinized every angle, pinpointed every flaw, every way the light played off of your skin. Your motivation to send them had dwindled quickly. They were filed away into a password protected album, a break in case of emergency stash of photos that may never see the light of day.

Rip the band-aid off, you tell yourself. Send it before you can second guess yourself. You pick your favorite photo, your thumb hesitating over the send button for a fraction of a second before you decide fuck it. She’ll like it. Hopefully.

You drop your phone facedown onto your chest so you don’t stare anxiously at the conversation. It takes all of ten seconds for it to chime again.

5:55 PM: You know the BSAA monitors my texts, right?

Your heart lurches. No way. No fucking way. She’s got to be bluffing. The idea of Jill’s colleague scrolling through your messages with her was mortifying. It wasn’t like this was the first time you had sent her pictures like that. Even if you hadn’t sent those, there were still plenty of texts that you didn’t need anyone else seeing.

She’s bluffing. Has to be.

5:57 PM: bullshit lol 5:57 PM: very funny 6:13 PM: youre not serious right 6:14 PM: ?? 6:14 PM: jill pls 6:24 PM: omg ur not joking are you

Logically, you knew that Jill’s meeting had started. That was why she wasn’t responding. You knew there was no way the BSAA monitored her personal communication 24/7, and you knew that if they did she would have told you about it the first time you had sent her a picture like that, not the hundredth. However, you also knew that she loved keeping you in suspense. No matter what she said to the contrary, you knew that Jill loved to watch you squirm. She found it cute, or so she had confided in you one night, half-asleep and tangled in your sheets.

It took a full hour later for Jill to get back to you. During the course of that hour, you damn near paced a track around your bedroom and filled your google search history with plenty of things to ruin your targeted advertising. Choice examples include ‘employee handbook bsaa north america’ and ‘bsaa employee phone policy’. 

Your phone doesn’t even finish the first ring. You see Jill’s name flash on screen, and you’ve already got your phone up to your ear.

“Please tell me you’re joking,” you blurt out, your thumb wedged between your teeth.

Jill blurts out a confused what, her voice wobbling with a laugh. It clicks for her a moment later.

“Oh - the ‘monitoring my texts’ thing?” She says, voice lighting with amusement. “Yeah, no. They don’t do that. You look good, though. Did I buy that?”

You let out a relieved groan. “You are such an asshole,” you huff. “I was worried the entire United Nations had just seen my ass.”

“Oh, c’mon. I would have told you not to send stuff like that if they were pulling my texts.” You can’t argue with that. She may have liked to see you squirm, but she was well aware of your boundaries.

“Got any other angles? I remember that outfit having more straps.”

You snort. “Maybe. Gonna need some reciprocation first, though.”

You hear Jill hum over the phone. A door opens in the background, a deep voice drifting over the phone, indecipherable. Jill pauses, listening.

“I’ll see what I can do. Gotta go.”

You hurry to say goodbye, squeezing a quick love you in before the call cut off.

The quiet creeps back into your apartment. You’re left staring at Jill’s contact photo. You tap it to view it in full. Jill’s arm wrapped around your shoulders, your head thrown back in a laugh. You were cuddled up on the porch swing of a bed & breakfast, an impromptu weekend trip Jill had taken you on a month ago. You had cropped the photo, centering it on Jill - on the way she looked at you and smiled, her eyes soft in a way that you had never seen before.

Your phone buzzed, and you nearly swiped the notification away out of habit. You caught yourself just in time, catching Jill’s name.

8:53 PM: 1 attachment

Your eyes scoured the picture, grin crinkling the corners of your eyes. Goddamn - you knew she had packed that pantsuit. You’re typing a reply when she sends another text.

8:54 PM: Do not say awooga.

You delete your draft and think of a different way to express your appreciation.

[tonkatsubowl]

99+ missed messsages.

jing yuan x femdom!reader nsfw themes (STRAIGHT UP SMUT BAYBEE DONT BE A MINOR). read at your own risk. english isn’t my first language, so please don’t mind the grammatical errors. (っ◞‸◟ c)

⪩ jing yuan can be a little bratty, so our trailblazer decided to punish him.

TERM DIRECTORY ◖y/n: your name ◖e/c: eye color ◖h/c: hair color

➜ jing yuan: ╰(▔∀▔)╯ y/n

➜ jing yuan: y/n y/n y/n y/n y/n

➜ jing yuan: y/n °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

for the past few hours...maybe two hours, your phone had been blowing up constantly from a certain military general. even as you continued on with your mission, your phone was consistently vibrating from the constant messages from jing yuan, who was here to annoy you.

the general quite knew you were out running errands that's related to your mission, but luckily for you (and not so for him), you were almost done with your errands...and finally, delivering the last package, you grabbed your phone, reading a big fat 99+ next to jing yuan's name. he really did spam you.

➜ y/n: what

➜ y/n: i'm literally busy, why are you spamming me?

➜ y/n: i told you to call me if it's an emergency

➜ y/n: you can't just spam me bc youre bored

➜ y/n: i miss you too but wtf

in truth, you really found it adorable. but you just wanted to scold at him for a bit. it didn't actually bother you, but you liked seeing him whine and act all cute over text.

➜ jing yuan: hi lmfao

➜ jing yuan: i just miss you. are you done yet? come home

➜ y/n: hmm

➜ y/n: yeah... i got something for you. a gift.

➜ jing yuan: woah really? bet

really, you just had something mischievous and dirty hidden in your sleeve...

...entering the premises of the general's headquarters, you find him seated at his desk filling out some paperwork. the moment you had entered, you could see that his eyes lit up, despite the fact he was quite a few distances away from the main entrance. you see him getting up from his seat as he walks over to you with open arms.

"y/n!" he greeted, welcoming you home. you could see yanqing formally bowing to you in the background.

"hello," you then murmur in his ear, "stop what you're doing. now."

jing yuan blinked, puzzled as you both embraced each other. he tilted his head, murmuring something back.

"eh? of course. what is it?"

"come with me."

jing yuan would blink before nodding, turning to yanqing and gesturing him to put away the paperwork. he then looked back to you, following you down the corridor, which lead into the bedroom that you both shared.

once the doors had closed behind you, you could hear jing yuan look at you with curiosity.

"eh? am i in trouble? look, i get so bored that i need to spam yo—!?"

you grab the man by the shirt before forcing him down to your height, your lips crashing against his. you didn't spare the man a single second to speak at all, as your free hand rummaged down towards his crotch.

"you brat," you curse, playfully biting against his lip as you slowly lead him to the bed as you two made out. you could taste the blood that protruded from the very minor injury you caused against his lips, "shut up and behave."

jing yuan was such a tease. sometimes he was a brat on purpose so he could be dominated by you like this in the bedroom, but this wasn't something he intentionally planned. but also, he didn't mind it either. he loved this side of you. he loved that you were basically wearing the pants in the relationship when it came to your guys' private life.

"y/n," he murmured, finding himself to fall backwards onto his back against the bed as you straddled him. he breathed heavily, embracing the familiar warmth of your hands as they were going towards his crotch again. you were undoing his pants, immediately taking what belonged to you. and rightfully so.

"shut up. did i say you should speak?"

jing yuan had a mischievous look in his eye as he shook his head, obeying your very command. he watched as you undid his pants successfully, before inviting the tip of his already-erect length into your mouth. you wasted no time.

"this is your punishment for annoying the shit out of me while i'm out working," you say, kissing the sides of his throbbing member, "now you're not allowed to work."

"fuck," he grunted as you took him whole again, breathing heavily. your hot mouth definitely had made his head swirl, causing him to not really think properly at this moment. you were already mindfucking him, and you didn't even do anything but have a little sweet taste of him.

"you're speaking again?" your free hands came to mess with the jewels that hung underneath his length, occupying your mouth with his member once more. you were punishing him, and even if he came, you would keep pleasuring him despite how sensitive he was feeling at this very moment.

jing yuan bit his lip, wanting to apologize, but he couldn't. instead, he breathed, clutching his fingers against the bed sheets of his mattress as you practically sucked the life out of him...and he finally gasped, his legs twitching as he felt the sensation of releasing his seed inside of your mouth just reaching at the top.

and you knew it.

so, you continued, guiding your tongue up and down against this skin, welcoming the blossoming of his sticky, hot liquid that immediately burst into your mouth. you swallowed every drop, but you didn't stop either. this time, you had nearly forgotten about the command that you gave to jing yuan, especially when he had started saying your name quietly.

"y-y/n...w-wait... ah— i just, please—"

but that didn't stop you.

and you welcomed the taste of his climax once more, swallowing every bit and drop that left his erect member. jing yuan was tired, but you didn't plan on finishing him...not just yet. you wanted your own fun, too.

licking your lips, you undid your pants and lifted your shirt, letting jing yuan admire the sight before him. he wanted to reach out to grab you, but he knew you didn't properly give him the command to touch you. instead, like an obedient puppy he was now, he watched you.

as you straddled him, you placed his erect member inside of you. you gasp quietly, sighing with relief as you felt your walls separate, welcoming the familiar, throbbing member that intruded inside of you. shifting your hips, you began to ride him, holding him steadily as you immediately began to pick up the pace.

"gh—" you heard him breathe against your shoulder, his arms wrapped around you as your rode him. you were rough, and boy did he like that. he was into it, and he adored this side of you.

you felt his tongue, teeth and his lips trail up and down against your neck, leaving marks of his love all over your skin. you were fucking him silly, and he could no longer think.

all he could truly really think about...was you at this moment.

but you were already in a good mood since you were practically mind fucking him, so you decided to reward jing yuan a bit. you gestured him to change positions, allowing him to take you from behind instead.

holding onto the headboard of the bedframe, you allowed jing yuan to thrust and to pump inside of you. you felt every inch of him hit deeper into your area, and it felt too amazing that you were beginning to fill the bedroom with your own moans as well. luckily, the walls were thick, so the both of you could be as loud as you wanted.

it wasn't long until jing yuan had practically came inside of you, but you knew his limits as he was ready to do it over again—because you were going to make him do it. the both of you spent the entire night just fucking each other silly, avoiding work for the day, and just basically filling you up with his seed. an unintentional breeding, but also...breeding you.

he didn't really learn his lesson, truth to be told. he would just annoy you to have these sessions again.

but you punished him every time.

[gavisuntiedboot]

Pablo Gavi - NSFW Alphabet

Hey y'all - so I was supposed to do day 10 of the prompt challenge today, but the prompt is "car rides". Gavi doesn't drive and I don't have a car, so I'm not feeling any inspiration whatsoever. That being said, I saw someone on here say they were gonna do an NSFW alphabet for Gavi, which I love. I wanted to wait until they posted it, but I want to see if I can come up wit my own ideas (make sure I'm not copying unintentionally). So here we go.

SMUT BEYOND THE FOLD!!! Please don't read if you're not comfortable. MDNI!!!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I wish I could say Gavi was sweet and tender after sex, but he's just not. Pablo is young and super high energy, meaning that your sessions, whether one round or multiple, would be really intense. Very physical - very sweaty. One he was finished, he would collapse on top of you, breathing heavy, unable to hold up his weight anymore. He would roll off of you and just lay there, trying to catch his breath and fighting the urge to just fall asleep. Whenever you got done cleaning yourself up, he would pull you into him, hiding you close against his still racing heart, telling you how amazing you were and how much he loved you. He would pepper kisses on your forehead, eyes gradually closing as he fell asleep, sweaty skin still pressed against yours.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of themselves and their partner)

Gavi's favorite part of himself was his thighs. More than any other part of his body, they showed off how hard he had worked to get where he was, and how much effort he put into his career. He especially loved them because they drove you crazy. He loved lounging around the house in boxer shorts and a sweatshirt, seeing the way you stared at his exposed thigh muscle. The first time you had gone down on him, you bit him on the thigh, unable to control yourself (this is actually something I think about all the time). He knew his thighs could make you melt instantly, and he reveled in that power. The first time you came to him, shy and blushing, asking to ride his thigh, you looked so cute he couldn't even tease you. He just sat you on his thigh and tensed, allowing you to rock back and forth, getting drunk on the whimpers you let out.

On you, he was obsessed with your neck. He was always finding times in the day to leave gentle kisses on your neck, making you blush and giggle in the process. He loved tucking his head into your neck, leaving dark purple marks that were almost impossible to cover. He loved when he placed his hand around your neck, slightly stopping the blood flow, and watching your glassy eyes hood in arousal while he gave you everything you wanted. His favorite thing was watching the "p" necklace he gave you dangle off your neck, sitting prettily between your collar bones (often near a love bite), reminding everyone that no one could love you like he could.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

The first time you had gone down on Gavi, you swallowed his entire load, and then went up to kiss him. He stopped you with one hand. You were shocked and rather offended. For weeks after that, you refused to give him head. He eventually got over his fragility of tasting his own cum, and then the begging started. He would please with you every night for head, assuring you that you could spit in his mouth after swallowing and he would thank you. While you didn't go that far, you finally tried giving him head again. When he finished, you held it in your mouth, coming up to show him. You stuck your tongue and allowed some to drip on your bare chest before swallowing. He almost came a second time.

Pablo loves you, but he is also 18, so one hard line for him is cumming inside of you. He is scared about it, and refuses to do it for the first several months of your relationship. He learned to finish other places. He found that his favorite was across your stomach. He loved watching you lay there, coated in sweat and cum trying to recover from the evening's activities. Something about it just scratched the possessive part of his brain in the right way.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Two words: mommy. kink. In every other aspect of his life, he hated being treated like a baby. But sometimes when he was getting sexy with you, all he wanted to was to be told that he was a good boy (or even better - a bad boy) and have you pamper him. He loved being told what to do, asking, "like this, mami? Am i doing good for you?" Sometimes he would purposefully disobey so that you would be extra rough with him, throwing him roughly on the bed and riding him with reckless abandon, disciplining your baby boy. He would die if anyone ever found out, but with you, he felt comfortable enough to let his submissive side out, giving up full control.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Everyone on this website likes to portray Gavi as someone who has never felt the touch of a woman. There is no way that is true. Have you seen this boy??? There are clothes disintegrating just at the thought. Also, as some has said on here before, Spanish men are whores!! Sex, especially casual sex, is part of the culture, and so I def think Gavi has some experience (2-4 girls). However, I don't think he has much experience having deep/ meaningful sex (ya know the kind with feelings attached). He knows where everything is and what to do, but he needs some coaching in order for things to be as pleasurable and romantic as possible. He may be frustrated at first by all your adjustments, but he's eager to excel, and follows your que whenever given.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Gavi is not the tallest. Everyone has come to terms with this. So he prefers something where he can still feel bigger and stronger than you. Doggy is an obvious favorite: he gets to go hard and smack your ass, and there is a perfect opportunity to grip your neck. He also loves spooning you, feeling your skin against his, and allowing him to get so deep within you. He can practically feel every moan and shiver run through your body. He loved both because they allowed him the freedom to roam every inch of your body, and go as rough as he wanted with you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Gavi isn't a serious person, and this carries over for sex as well. Whenever Pablo wanted to get it on, you could usually tell from his demeanor. He would get really touchy with you, snuggling up to you and trying to pull the collar of your shirt down. He would be making suggestive comments at you, wiggling his eyebrows at you and making cheeky grabs. In bed, he was always focused, going hard and fast. But he loved talking to you, and things always stayed light hearted. He would laugh breathlessly when trying to change positions. He tickled you and made jokes. He just loved being around you, and never took anything too seriously.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Like most footballers, Gavi is rather well groomed. From the short pull shots we've gotten, he's not a forest-keeper. He has a little bit of hair, starting at his navel and creating a happy trail to where you really wanted to be. He let his hair grow out a bit, making him feel more manly, but it was nothing too severe. A little bit of hair so things weren't bald. He definitely doesn't seem like the person to have the patience to always be clean shaven.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Gavi treated sex really casually. He liked sleeping. He liked eating. He liked having sex. And that's how he treated it - a fun activity he got to do when you were together. He liked that there was not a lot of pressure to be overly romantic all the time. Sometimes, when you two would plan it out, he would go all out with the romance: Candles, rose petals, new lingerie he picked out just for you. He would take his time admiring every inch of you, stripping you down, and telling him how much he loved you. But he was busy - he could never be like that all that time. It just made it more special when he was.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I don't know how many of you have ever met an 18 year old boy, but these mfers are hornyyyyyy. They can't help it. Not only was his biology working against him, but Pablo had you as a smoking hot girlfriend. Every night he wasn't going to spend with you he was jacking off. In the early morning when he was hard and you were still asleep? Jacking off. Sometimes he was still hard after multiple rounds, and with some assistance from you, finished himself off. You were happy to help him whenever he needed, but honestly he was embarrassed to admit how many times a day he got horny, and so kept most of his jacking off private. You didn't mind - you didn't want your poor baby to be in pain. You just told him to come to you if he ever needed any material, because if he was going to get off to any naked body, it better be yours.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Building onto the mommy kink from earlier (see D), Gavi was an absolute sucker for praise. He didn't even know it consciously. He loved being told when he was doing well in all aspects of his life. This was even more true when it came to getting intimate with you. It started tame enough, with you straddling Pablo on the couch, and him sucking on your neck. He started grabbing at your ass, kneading the flesh between his fingers. "Ah, Pablo, please don't stop, that feels so good." His eyes widened and he felt his bulge get tighter in his pants. You kept messing around, and he whispered into your ear, "please tell me I'm doing good." You smirked (somewhat evilly) and it was praise from there on out. You would always tell him how good he was, how great he felt, and how there was no one in the world that could do what he did. "You're such a good boy for me Pablo. You look so good, doing so well. Just like that amor." He was absolute putty in your hands, and when he was away from you, you sent him the praise in text messages, fearing he would go through withdrawal.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

For some reason, Gavi's favorite place to get busy was the couch. It was perfect. On his days off, he didn't have to move at all. There were snack on the table, the remote was in reach, and he could just hit whenever he felt like it. There were so many surfaces to rest you against and so much space for whatever activities you had in mind. He also really liked being in bed with you. He was not a fan of having sex in public. Everywhere he went people recognized him, and the last thing he needed was to be exposed for having sex against a tree in the park. He was also very possessive by nature, and so the thought of everyone else seeing you really turned him off.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

All you had to do was touch Gavi and he was ready to go. It could be simple touches, like wrapping your hands around his biceps whenever you walked through a crowd, or when you came and sat on his lap on a lazy weekend. As soon as he felt your warm body and the softness of your skin, he wanted to get more. When you really wanted to expedite the process of getting Pablo in the mood, you would treat him like a boy. Not in a mean way, but in a way that got him a little bit angry - having something to prove. "I'm so tired. I'd ask you to life me, but I don't think you can Pablito." "Aw Pablo, you're so cute when you pout. Want a kiss to feel better?" "You wouldn't know, you're just a kid." That last one is asking for trouble, so you used it rarely. But when you did, you were in for a rough night. "A kid, huh? I'll show you that I'm a man baby."

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Breeding kink. The idea of him getting you pregnant was not one that he found sexy in the slightest. He was barely an adult himself, and so the idea of becoming a father was one that sent nausea rippling through him. His limit was you calling him "papi" - that he could tolerate. But the idea of him putting a baby in you was not one that turned him on. For the first 6 months you were together he refused to nut in you, afraid of what could happen despite you being on birth control. He was still nervous about it, asking for you to tell him when your period started after every time he couldn't pull out fast enough. No breeding for Pablo.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Gavi was a competitive boy. He wanted to be the best at everything. Coupled with his love of being praised, this made him prefer giving oral, rarely ever asking for it back. When you first started going out, he was overconfident and underdelivered, leading to you giving a lot of suggestions. He was visibly frustrated. "Would you rather me give you advice of fake an orgasm?" He was a diligent student after that. He loved having your thighs around his ears, your hands pressing him against you, grinding into him as he moved his tongue how he knew you liked it. He was practicing weekly, and you were in heaven every time Pablo ate you out. He was amazing at eating you.

When it came to receiving, Pablo was a beast. He lost control whenever you were on top of him. You and Pablo experimented a lot, leading to you figuring out what he liked and what he loved. Pablo loved grabbing your hair, forcing you further down on his cock. After a few throw-up near misses, you started restraining his hands while giving him head, telling him if he touched you, you would stop. Now all he could do was helplessly bush his hips up, begging you in the most whiny voice to give him more.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Gavi is fast and rough with everything in his life, and you were no exception. He was an aggressive lover, loving to manhandle you. He loved picking you up, making you feel small and delicate. He loved pulling your hair back, exposing the skin of your neck for him to nibble at. His pace was brutal, almost bruising, and he loved giving you smacks on your ass to keep you from going fully fog-brained from how well he was dicking you down. After a stressful game, sex was soft and cuddly. Lots of kissing and skin on skin, the pace a lot slower. It was at those times when you got to flip him over and ride him, as he was happy to let you put in all the work.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Because of his hormonal nature, Pablo loved quickies. He loved them. In the morning against the counter in the bathroom. In the car when you picked him up from practice. Right before a night out (or in the bathroom at the restaurant). He loved the relief he got from being inside you. Would he prefer an hour to caress you and touch every inch of you? Sure. But if there was a chance for him to fuck you, he was taking it (and he could finish in like 100 seconds flat if he tried).

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He was all for taking risks as long as it wasn't something that was going to get him exposed in the media. You wanted to blindfold him? Go for it. You wanted to use toys in the bedroom? Sure, use his card. But you want to get frisky on a public beach? That was where he drew the line. Any place that didn't have a closed door, he was not fucking in it. He was also not into experimenting with receiving pain. His job needed him to be in peak physical condition, and so he was nervous when it came to anything that could compromise that condition.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Footballer (high endurance) + midfielder (higher endurance) + teenage hormones = this man is never going for just one round if y'all have time. If he can, he's going for at least 2-3. Y'all see how quick he gets up from injuries on the field? That's how fast he was recovering. Even if he wasn't chasing his own orgasm, he wanted to give you multiple. He loved the rush that came with seeing you limp on the bed, whimpering out from overstimulation is he breathed in your direction. Only he could do that to you. Some days when he was really tired, he let you lead him through one round and then was ready for bed. You would always tease him on those nights. "Aw Pablito, tapping out after only one round?" "Just wait till I get a good night's sleep, Princesa. You'll be eating those words. Or moaning them."

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Pablo was traditional. Penis and tongue and hands. He never thought about buying you toys for yourself or for you as a couple. But whenever you suggested something, he told you to get it. Nothing had been disappointing so far. He had some personal favorites. The rose toy? He was pulling that out when he was ready to suck your soul out of your body and keep you satisfied for a week. You had bought some sexy dice, and he loved the surprise that came with them. His favorite by far was the satin ribbon that you had bought last Valentine's day. He loved the look of the red against your skin when he tied your hands behind your back.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He was not one that naturally liked to tease. But you - oh you were such a brat. You loved to mess with Gavi, pushing all of his buttons. This had created a monster. Pablo now was a mastermind at teasing you, and he did it in basically every interaction. From playful words ("Stop undressing me with your eyes Princesa, I know I'm hot in my jersey") to playful touches on your waist and thighs, he loved getting you riled up and leaving you high and dry. He would often send you pictures from the locker room in shorts only, asking you silly questions like "Which of my 6 abs is the hottest?" He loved it so much, because you were always pliable and wiling when he saw you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Pablo is a soft and low moaner. His moans are close to your easy, breathy and coming deep from his soul. He would whine whenever he was getting close, the stimulation making him impatient. When you two were home alone, he let himself go. He knew that you loved hearing him, and so he was more free with his moans. You loved when he started cursing. "Fuck princesa. You're so fucking hot." When he came, he would let out loud and higher pitched moans, so passionate it almost sounded like he was in pain. The longer he was with you, the more confident he got in letting you hear how you made him feel.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

"I want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck."

For your anniversary, Pablo bought you a dainty chain with a beautiful old English "P" on it. He bought you a matching anklet with a number "6". You had almost cried when you received them, loving that Pablo wanted to be close to you, wanted to publicly claim you as his girl. One night, he had come home from a match with one goal and one assist. He was ready for you to pamper him, to ride him into the sunset. You bounced on top of him, boobs jiggling in his face. Your necklace was dangling over him, slapping your chest as you moved. You stopped momentarily, grabbing the chain and placing it between your teeth, then continuing to ride him with reckless abandon. He couldn't tell you why, but seeing you clutch his letter between your lips started a fire in him. He kissed you feverishly, pulling you off of him and switching your positions, now reinvigorated to fuck you senseless. He brought your legs up by his head and kissed your ankle with the number "6" on it softly before slamming into you. Since then, you had to be careful wearing things that were his. His jersey. His hoodies. His barca shirts and sweats. His merch from the Spain national team. Even your necklace stayed tucked in your collar. All of them were dangerous, because the carnalistic desire for you to be his and his alone meant that wearing anything that belonged to Gavi could get you railed senseless (naturally that made you wear them more).

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I want to lie and say I haven't been looking, but I have. I'm so sorry. Average penis length in Spain is 5.4 inches, and I would say that is what Pablo is packing. Dick size might be the most average thing about him. However, as we all know, it's not the size of the wave but the *motion of the ocean*. Gavi would know how to use every inch. But yeah. Stop using the number 7 when you talk about my boy Gavi. Those football shorts are tight y'all. If he was a horse we would know.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High. I am tired of beating around the bush. My man wants to fuck. You have a nice ass and soft tiddies and pretty lips and even prettier eyes. He just wants to bend you over every surface that he can and fuck. When he's gone, he's always asking for pics and videos of you. He thinks about you when he touches himself. The blood can either be in his dick or his brain, and it needs to be in his brain for him to succeed at football. He wants you and he wants you all the damn time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You have about 3 minutes from when sex ends to Pablo being knocked out cold. He may be rough and passionate, but at the end of the day, he's a baby boy and he is sleepy. He wants to stay awake and cuddle and be that cute boyfriend, but he can't. He's tired from being on the move constantly. And so he always leaves a hand outstretched for you to lay against, even when he's asleep.

*Bonus*

The funniest thing that gets Gavi hard: you biting him. You loved looking at Pablo's arms. He had the most gorgeous, tones, and bite-able arms imaginable (see below photo for reference). Whenever you would be chilling with him, you would lay on top of him and bite him on the bicep. The first couple of times, he yelped in pain, leading to you kissing it better, and things getting heated. You inadvertently Pavlov dogged him. Now every time he felt your teeth sinking into your bicep, he remembered getting frisky on the couch, and boom he was hard. His teammates always asked why he had "zombie bites", but he just waived them off, slipping on his long sleeves and thinking about you.

^^ Tell me you don't want to sink your teeth into that

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A/N: Hey y'all !!! Hope y'all enjoyed. I love when other writers do these, so I thought I would give it a shot. Please leave any comments or feel free to talk to me in my asks - I love hearing from y'all! Working on the next part of the series. Let's see how long it will be.

[redheadspark]

Hello 🤗 can I please request the #15 may prompt with azriel ?

A/N - HOW CUTE FOR AZ! I love this! Thanks for requesting this, dear friend!

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Summary - You and Azriel are ready, but the ball was in your court.

Warnings - Just some cute fluff and a HINT of smut at the end

"Okay, I think it's ready,"

You looked at the plate in front of you, seeing how carefully placed every portion was and how it looked flawless. You had to think it was flawless at this point, spending a few hours and plenty of practice in the kitchen at the townhouse. Thanks to the coaching and gathering of the ingredients you needed, you were at Rhysand's private cabin for your plan.

The next step in your relationship with Azriel: finalizing your mating bond

You had tips from Mor and Elaine, both of whom knew what Azriel loved to eat and what his favorite snacks were. You asked them both at the very beginning of your friendship with Azriel, just to help him get through rougher days and stressful nights. He was grateful that you cared for him, which of course resulted in him courting you and your bond being discovered soon after.

Azriel preferred savory over sweet, though that didn't deter him from having a sweet tooth every once in a while. He wasn't into hearty meals like Cassian, nor was he picky or high maintenance with his food like Rhsyand. Azriel liked a home-cooked meal, filled with organic ingredients and the great taste that it came from the earth below his feet. He wasn't a bad cook himself, but there was something about your cooking that always lifted his spirits and brought him joy.

It made sense to make his favorite meal for him, to make the mating bond official.

You two talked it over and made a plan for it, which made sense since Azriel was more of a planner than going out on a limb. He knew you two would need to have your own space for this, since immediately after accepting the bond and the meal, things would go a bit haywire. He asked Rhysand if you both could use the cabin.

"Sure, and good planning on using the cabin. You're gonna need the isolation," Rhysand joked with him as Azriel hung his head in embarrassment and Cassain laughed.

The plate you had ready was piping hot and ready to eat, and your stomach was doing butterflies. You then moved to get a small crystal glass ready, pouring in some of Rhysand's personal and private whiskey a quarter of the way up in the glass. Sure Rhysand might be mad, but you weren't thinking about his own opinions on his favorite liquor. You were thinking of Azriel and what he would want in this kind of meal.

He loved having a dark coffee early in the morning before he flew to the Illyrian training camp, a warm tea at night when you two were curled up with a book together in bed, and sometimes a small glass of whiskey when he was with his brothers or during an intense meeting.

Everything looked perfect and felt perfect, including the fork and knife you had next to the plate with a folded napkin. Then looking at your watch, a gift you got from Azriel at the very beginning of your courting, you saw that he was going to be back any second.

Azriel had to go back to the Illyrian training camp for a few hours to deal with some of the new recruits being too rowdy, and leaving Cassian to deal with it on his own was not what Azriel wanted. He felt back leaving you since you two were planning on this getaway for some time, but you reassured him that it was fine.

As if on cue, the soft sounds of wings were heard outside the cabin, then s set of boots landing on the front porch gently. Your heart quickened and your palms were getting a bit sweaty as you walked out of the kitchen and over to the front door. Why was this excitement scaring you? You both knew each other so well and loved each other deeply, so this mating bond came so naturally.

It felt good to be bonded by him, to be loved by him, and to have that affection and devotion all to yourself. It also helped you two were best friends before you evolved into a romance, so you two knew each other far too well. This was no fling, or one-night stand that was filled with lust.

This was you two loving each other in the best way possible.

You opened the door, seeing Azriel in front of you in comfortable clothing and not his leathers. You were shocked to see him in such a way since you knew he left in his leathers to go talk to Cassians and deal with the new recruits.

"You changed," You voiced, Azriel looking down at his purple shirt and green flannel before he looked back at you. The new scent on his shirt and along his skin was very inviting, calming, and cool and set stirring that fire in your belly. Even his hair looked a bit disheveled.

"I didn't want to come back in my leather since I know you don't like them," He reminded you as you could tell he seemed a bit uncomfortable in how you voiced his attire, "This okay?"

You sighed and took his hand in your own, feeling how warm his skin was and it calmed your nerves just a pinch as Azriel was mostly focused on you and what you wanted. You loved him for that, placing you before himself in any choice he would make. Some saw it shocking, to see the Spymaster be willing to follow a common high fae to the ends of the world, but the Inner Circle only saw him as someone who was in love.

"More than okay," You replied with a sigh, seeing him grin as you tugged him inside, "I have something for you,"

He closed the door behind him as you tugged him along, you both walked together side by side and with your joined hands in the middle. You were once again trying not to be nervous, no matter how sure this was and how you both wanted this. Why would there be a possibility of Azriel not wishing to go through with your mating bond? This was his idea, to get away for a few days and have you all to himself before going back to the real world all over again. Yet with every step you were making to the kitchen, you felt your nerves hitting you all over and you wish to make it right.

Once you made it to the kitchen, Azriel stopped and saw the plate and the drink there ready for him. You stopped too, looking from the perfect plate over to Azriel to see his reaction. A small amount of shock was evident, his eyes going a bit big and his hand that was holding yours clutching a bit tighter now as you cleared your throat.

"Here, come sit," You said to him, gesturing to an empty stool in front of him. He went willingly, sitting down and releasing your hand. Once he was on the stool, you moved and grabbed the plate in one hand, then the drink in your other hand. You stopped before you went back to Azriel, closing your eyes and taking in a long breath.

It's just Azriel, the love of your life and now your mate. Get it together.

Finally, you opened your eyes and turned to see Azriel watching you. He had the softest smile on his face, and his shoulders were calm and relaxed as he was watching you with just love and affection. You never thought you would see the Spymaster, the Shadowsinger of Velaris and Night Court himself, would ever look at you as if you were the one who hung the three stars above the high mountain peaks that overlooked Velaris. The devotion in his eyes, the kind of devotion that was both gentle and kind and yet possessive and deep simultaneously

You placed the plate in front of him, then the glass of whiskey on the side, and lastly his fork and knife with the napkin. Azriel looked at the plate of food, his eyes still soft and pure as you fiddled with your fingers. Before he could even lift a hand to grab the fork, he reached out with his other hand and took your hand in his own.

"Sit with me, please," He said to you, his voice beyond soft and with a hint of depth to it too. You sat on the stool right next to him, seeing him raise your joined hands to kiss the back of yours willingly and with no hesitation. His eyes never left yours, you looking into the two hazel pools that made you think of the soft sunset over your own little home you two shared.

"I love you," He said against your hand, you grinned widely from hearing him say those three words. He was willing to take the bite, to take the leap for you, and to make you his.

"I love you too," you murmured, seeing him grin against your hand before he then looked at the plate you made for him. Released your joined hands, he scanned the plate before he took the fork in hand.

"Your favorite," You reminded him, "And some of Rhysand's whiskey."

Azriel had to chuckle from seeing the whiskey in the glass, "I'm sure you didn't tell him, right?"

"It won't hurt him in not knowing," You reassured him. Azriel, taking the fork in hand, scooped a good portion of his meal and then took one large bite from it. Watching his facial expression, you could feel how the taste was overwhelming him and his eyes closed for a brief moment. Maybe you were worried that you did it wrong, but a millisecond later you felt it too.

The tug on your bond, the pull towards Azriel, it finally snapped into place permanently.

It overwhelmed you, making you place your hand on the counter to not collapse on the floor from the overwhelming sensation of being connected to Azriel. It was under your skin, wrapped in your bones, humming against your heart and fogging your mind. You could feel his intense love for you, you felt it all, and it made you cry.

Azriel immediately stopped eating, reaching over to pull you into his arms and hug you close as you both sighed and cried in relief for finally having this bond be permanent and planted. Its roots sank into you both at the same time, and all you could do was hold on since you have the intense sensation of needing him under you, over you, inside of you, all of it.

"I got you," Azriel said to you as you two were clinging to each other like a lifeline. You felt his fingers along your waist and along your neck, his breath a bit labored near your cheek and jawline as you were clutching his flannel in your fingers, "I have you forever, it's just you and me,"

You felt that truth in the bond as you leaned up to kiss him. He kissed back just as swiftly, keeping it soft and beyond gentle with you as you both were kissing along the countertop. His half-finished plate was long forgotten, all you two were focusing on was each other and that sensation beginning to take over.

Azriel abruptly stood up, towering over you as he held you close and trapped you in his arms, his kisses getting hotter and deeper with every passing kiss. You were letting him take over you in such a way, like a rolling wave as you were pulling him even closer by his flannel. Inside of you, you felt the frenzy begin and you were letting it. Like a massive wave crashing over your head and pushing the rational side of you to the back.

"I need you," he said against your lips as you then felt him his tongue carefully trace your lower lip, "Cauldron I need you, now. Please, please let--"

"Shut up and take me," You growled against his lips as he pulled you up from the stool. Within a swift lift of his arms, you wrapped your legs around his waist and had your fingers in his dark hair. He stopped abruptly, moving away from your lips as you whined. he chuckled from hearing you, but you grinned as he took the whiskey glass and drank down the liquor in one go.

Goddamn

You gulped and felt flushness on your cheeks from seeing him down the drink abruptly as he leaned in to kiss you again. Tasting the whiskey on his lips made you moan as he walked you to the bedroom, one hand on your ass and the other attempting to strip off your shirt.

You sent a thank-you gift to Rhysand two weeks later. One, for letting you use the cabin to your heart's desire. Secondly, for you and Azriel drinking the rest of the whiskey during your frenzy.

The End

May Prompt Session

[wongyuseokie]

Ruby Lips | l.j.h

Summary: Your boyfriend looks incredibly hot while working and you can’t help but get distracted. 

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff |  ♕ smut |  ♥ completed works 

Word Count:  709 words

Pairings: Lee Jihoon x Female Reader 

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: PWP, Established relationship  

Content Warnings: Smut, fluff, reader tries to distract Jihoon, mentions of red lingerie. Honestly, minimal plot because all I can think about with Jihoon is a good ol’ romp in the studio. Smut Warnings: Oral sex (male receiving).Cum swallowing, deep throating.  Semi-public sexual behaviours, they fool around in his studio. Praise kink. Name-calling (he calls her kitten)

Authors Note 1: Thank you, my lovely @the-boy-meets-evil, for beta'ing this fic for me!! 💕 Love you dearly 💕 Banner Credits: @classicscreations Tagging: @baljinciaga, @angelwoozi & @onlymingyus because it's Jihoon 💕 Cross Posted to AO3 © wongyuseokie 2023. All rights reserved.

“Babe.” 

“Y/N.” 

“I’m hungry,” you complained. 

“Ten more minutes,” your boyfriend replied. 

“Jihoon, you said that thirty minutes ago, ” you pointed out. While you were complaining, there was no real anger in your voice. You loved watching your boyfriend work. It was incredible watching him be so passionate about his music and his craft, frankly speaking. It was also very arousing.  

“Jihoon, I even wore something special for you,” you said playfully as you got up from the couch and inched towards your boyfriend, opting to sit on his lap. You smiled as he wrapped one arm around your waist, and his hand rested on the swell of your ass. 

“Hi, kitten,” Jihoon greeted, a playful smirk on his lips. 

“God, I love when you call me that,” you noted, almost moaning. 

“I know. I’m pretty sure if I were inside you, you’d be clenching,” Jihoon teased, making you scoff at the accuracy. 

“Shut up,” you mumbled as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. 

“You’re cute when you’re shy,” Jihoon said, making you squirm in his lap. “Now, what did you wear for me?” 

You moved your face away to stare at him. 

Deliberately, you pulled off your hoodie–well, his hoodie–and Jihoon’s eyes widened as he took in the red lace bra. 

“Oh, you play dirty,” Jihoon whined, and you shrugged. 

“I thought you liked the colour. You sang about it,” you joked. “Do you want to see the panties?” 

You didn’t wait for an answer as you moved in his lap and pushed your leggings down a bit to expose the red lace. 

“Shit, these are red, too,” Jihoon said with a smirk that made you grin.

“You like?” 

“Very much.”Jihoon sighed because his will was frayed. “Ten more minutes, kitten, and then we can eat,” you shrugged and leaned forward to kiss him. You latched your lips onto his neck and sucked, sure to leave a mark and just as sure to run your tongue over it after. You couldn’t do it very often and had to be careful, so you took great pride in the marks tonight. You knew that you’d get shit from him later, but the way he was bucking his hips, you knew he liked every second of it. 

“Kitten,” Jihoon warned with no real power in his voice. “Now, you, my darling, are the reason I have to wear a turtleneck for some time. How will you make it up to me?” 

“Easy, I’ll take care of you,” you said as you got off his lap and sank to your knees in front of him. You ran your hands along his thighs and sighed.

“Fuck, you’re getting so fucking buff.” 

“Problem?” Jihoon asked as you traced his muscles.

“Nope.” 

Jihoon’s eyes narrowed as he laced his fingers through your hair and pulled you closer to his hardened length. The outline of his cock was so painfully prominent through his boxers. 

“Let me taste you?” You asked with a smile and batted your eyelashes at Jihoon. His nod was lazy.

“Good girl,” Jihoon said, and you smiled at him. 

You moved quickly, pulled his stiff cock out of his boxers and immediately placed your mouth on his length. 

“Oh fuck, good girl,” Jihoon groaned as you wrapped your lips around the thick head of his cock, moaning as you tasted him. You twirled your tongue around the tip of his cock. Even though you knew you didn’t have much time, you slowly licked up his length before you took it into your mouth and sucked hard. “Fucking hell,” Jihoon groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure. Jihoon moved to thread his hands in your hair, making you slightly choke on his length. 

“Good girl, can I fuck your throat?” Jihoon asked, and you tapped his thigh, letting him know it was okay. Jihoon slowly started to move, allowing his cock to thrust in and out of your mouth. 

“Fucking hell,” Jihoon cursed as you hollowed your cheeks and allowed yourself to take more of his length in your mouth.

“Fucking hell, I’m so close, kitten,” Jihoon moaned as his movements got sloppier, and you kept taking in as much of him as you could until you heard a throaty groan, and seconds later, you felt his warmth release into your mouth. You swallowed and sat back with a smirk. 

“Ten more minutes, right?” You asked as you wiped your lips. 

“I thought you were hungry?” Jihoon asked breathlessly. 

“Not anymore.”

[ornii]

I have a funny/cute ask for you.

Wednesday somehow managed to fall in love but refuses to compromise any other part of herself. Except one thing: she is the most competitive at the arcade, especially the claw game.

Wednesday Addams does not come in second place.

A Great idea, so here’s: A Game of Life and Death! (Not Really)

Summary: Wednesday likes the crane game, she really likes the crane game.

Wednesday Addams hates a lot of things, Human interaction, Color, Bright things, sometimes you. While you two were obviously dating, she still wasn’t as content with the hugs and kisses you sometimes delivered, still a bit afraid she’s going to bite back. But having a terrifyingly high IQ, you were able to deduce her bluffs which also intrigued her to a certain degree. It all eventually came to a head as a new arcade was opening in Jericho after a few, disasters which included the near death of all students.

Entering the Establishment, like a dark cloud Wednesday was at your side. You two analyzed the room to the machines and games.

“It’s a Nerds Wet dream, isn’t it?” You say with a smile, Wednesday could see how oddly content you were within this place. “I suppose I could understand the appeal for someone of your intellectual feats, yet I still find it abysmal.” She says you casually adjust your glasses a bit higher and motions for her to lead.

“Please, the pleasure is all mine to show you the amazement of video games.” You say and show her around, arranging the clsssic video games, Dig Dug, Contra, PAC MAN. She’s never even seen Pac-Man before. You stand there, rambling on about how Pac-Man revolutionized games and the importance of preserving old games for future generations, and as expected Wednesday just stares into your eyes, she wasn’t very interested in video games or any sort, but she saw the joy in your eyes and as much as she despises joy and such emotion. She couldn’t bear take it from you, but something did catch her eye.

“(Y/n), Mi Amor… what is that?” She asks, and toy Turn your head to see what she’s looking towards and it was a crane game, the crane itself was dressed up like a ravens claw, and the gifts were also very creepy to boot, of course she’d love it. She walks over to it and softly presses her palm again the cold glass, you walk up behind her, seeing both of your reflections.

“It’s a Crane Machine, you use the controls to maneuver the claw to grab the items, standard cash grab game.” You say, “Wanna play?” You say, and show off a large sack of quarters you’ve been saving up, Wednesday scoffs. “Id never subscribe myself Go such mindless drivel.” She says.

An Hour and a Half Later

Wednesdays eyes were glued to the Glass as her hands angrily moved the crane hand around, her jaw clenched as she has spent around 40 bucks worth of quarters. You leaned against the crane watching her obsession slowly burn away her sanity, but as if by the luck of god himself she got one, the crane reaches down and clenches a small black heart plush and lifts it up, Wednesdays watches intently as if drops it down the hatch and to her feet, she takes it, and clenches it hard.

“I.. I did it…” she says, you chuckle and pat her shoulder. Leaning over her shoulder, “Yeah, I’m proud of you Babe. Can I play now?” You ask, Wednesday side steps, as Victory has never tasted so bitterly good for her.

“Of course, I doubt you have the ability to seal the qualms of fate that I have in order to obtain—“ she rambles on, until you insert one quarter, and effortlessly win a plush black bear for her. You hand it to your girlfriend with the most bittersweet smile. She takes it, absolutely speechless.

“Eh? I guess you could say my love for you is Un-bear-able, Eh? Eh?” You say, she looks down at the bear for a few moments but what was probably eons for her, and for the first time in your relationship she looked at you with such terrifying hatred in her eyes. This is the first time you’ve seen her genuinely Mad. She, without much effort tears the bears head off.

“Wednesday?” You ask, your voice shaking a bit as she slowly steps closer and closer to you.

“How? How did you do it?” She says with such scorn in her voice, I’ll vitriolic poison.

“W-what Are you talking about?” You say, slowly backing away as she approaches.

“Your infectious little game, you easily won this bear while I fought tooth and nail inside the gates of hell for this! And you laugh at me?” If words could kill you’d be burned to ash.

“Babe it’s not what you think, I’m just lucky..” you say and end up at the wall of the room, Wednesdays eyes were so devoid of emotion it felt like staring into the void of evil. You were prepared to accept your death, until you felt her palm aggressively grab yours.

“Weds?” You say.

“We, Are going to play, until I get another one.”

“But.. i thought you hated the game.” You respond and she walks with you.

“I refuse to be your lackey, I don’t do Second Place.”

“There’s no leaderboard for a crane game… babe I’m sorry it just comes easy…” you say, but she ignores you, and unfortunately you spend the rest of the day in a Crane game of Life and death. Which you still easily win.

The Day finally ends with you carting around a load of items Wednesday had won, after almost draining your life savings. But for the almost murder that occurred, you didn’t particularly hate it, and you just loved the time you spent with her, as you carry it into the dorm, Enid berates her with Questions and Wednesday answers calmly, but you could see the slightest smile on her face, which made it all with it.

Maybe you’ll bring her back next time, but, avoid the cranes next time.

[lady-djarin]

oh captain, my captain

dbf!joel miller x f!reader (pt. i of ?)

warnings: legal age gap (joel is early 40's reader is late 20's-ish), no outbreak - circa early 2000’s, talk of readers fem body, reader wears a bathing suit, tension, kissing, mentions of smut, teasing, hints of exhabitionism, still kinda explicit, E 18+

a/n: i can’t stop having daydreams about dbf!joel, he haunts me. so i wanna make at least another part but idk how many yet, i like where this is going so i’ll keep y’all updated ;) <3

"That's what you want to wear on the boat?" Sarah scanned the very cute but very thin cover up that was barely hiding your black bathing suit underneath. It was one of many options you were debating to sunbathe on the boat.

You turned around and looked in the mirror at yourself. "Yea why? Does it look weird?" Sarah was your best friend partly because she was so honest, she'd never let you go out looking anything less than 'perfect'. Even if you had very different definitions of perfect.

"No, not weird, but our dads are going to be there." She made a disgusted face like she smelled something rotten.

“Oh please it’s not that bad… my ass is completely covered!”

“Girl… your tits!” She pointed an accusing finger at your chest. It was true, they were ‘out’ but they looked good. The bathing suit made sure of that. “You do you, but if your boob flies out in front of both our dads I’ll be the one laughing.”

You giggled as she went back to flipping through a magazine. The two day boat trip was a summer tradition with your dad, Sarah and her dad, Joel. Joel was also your dads best friend. He was younger than your dad but they had a solid relationship after working together for over 15 years. That’s how you gained Sarah as basically a younger sister as well as best friend. It had been just you and your dad for a long time so it was nice having Joel and Sarah around to do ‘family’ things with. The countless family trips, birthdays and holidays meant you grew up around Joel and as you got older your view of him definitely changed.

Since you matured, so had your taste in men. Your first boyfriend in high school was barely even a boy, he was a small minded child with more interest in his baseball ‘career’ than you. He did lots of things that you now realize are the exact opposite of what you want in someone.

You now find yourself chronically single with a few stories to tell along the way. You also hate to admit that over the last couple of those shared holidays and trips that your eyes had started to linger on a particular man.

A man who you definitely should not be looking at that way. Somehow your brain had latched onto the idea that Joel Miller was the perfect man for you. He was caring and sweet and drop dead gorgeous. He was gorgeous in a rugged way, his brown messy waves and deep amber eyes. His cheeks were always covered in stubble. Stubble you wanted to feel between your thighs.

Only problem is, every time you start to think like that, you're reminded that he’s your dads best friend. You hang out with his daughter. It was wrong on so many levels, which only made you fall deeper.

You had caught yourself looking at him more than you care to admit, and him reciprocating just as much. That’s why you wanted to wear the black bathing suit, you knew he’d look.

—————

The morning of the trip was here and you were starting to get nervous. You were going to be trapped on the same small vessel as your biggest crush and your dad. That would throw anyone off.

You finished packing your bag and headed downstairs to find your dad making coffees for you both. As you swing into the kitchen you see another large form, wide shoulders stretching the canvas jacket. Joel turned around with a mug in one hand and rubbed the top of your head with the other. Your heart almost stopped beating for a second as he pulled you into a side hug.

“Hey kiddo,” his voice rumbled through your body at the contact.

He messed up your hair as you pushed away. “Don’t call me that,” you scowled and pushed down your hair. God, you felt like an idiot.

Your dad handed you a travel mug and you made for the bench by the front door to put your boots on. Before you made it, you felt the weight of your backpack being lifted from your shoulder.

“I got it sweetheart, I’m loading up the car.” You almost thought it was your dad at first but you turned to find those amber eyes next to yours. He squeezed past you in the small hallway, his whole body was practically rubbing against yours as he passed. He never called you anything like sweetheart.

He was gone before you could register and left you to put on your shoes.

You made your way to the driveway and Joel held the car door open for you. You settled into the seat behind the driver and he shut the door after you. Also new. The muffled boom of Joel's voice calling for your dad was the only noise until Sarah hopped in next to you. You were starting to dread the next almost 2 hour drive to the lake, having to sit behind Joel and not go crazy as your eyes connected through the rear view mirror.

—————

The boat they rented this year was a little bigger to your surprise. Your dad always made the overnight trip really special; Joel teaching you guys how to fish, making s'mores on the tiny gas stove and stargazing on the water. This year they really went all out, they got a slightly nicer one with a fancy bathroom and everything.

The whole reason you guys started this tradition was because Joel really liked fishing and knew how to drive a boat. He just rented a different one every year. This year it came with cushy seats, full sized beds and a little seating area on the deck. Most of your morning was spent reading on that deck as Joel and your dad set sail. You were thankful your dark sunglasses covered your lingering gaze that slid over Joel's form. Fuck, how could you not? His shirt was soaked with sweat as he worked the boat, muscles straining as he went about his tasks. You had no idea what he was actually doing, so distracted by his movements.

He seemed to be finished as he wiped his hands on a rag and sat himself next to you, slumping down with a sigh.

“Hey, where’s my kid?” He squinted down at your book. Nosey.

“She’s napping. Complained about waking up early.” You yanked your book away with a frown.

“Geez, that girl.” He put his hand on your knee as he stood up. Your skin was instantly on fire. “I’m gonna make some burgers, want one?”

All you could manage was a nod.

—————

The rest of the afternoon was pretty tame. You guys found a spot on the water you liked and the men started fishing and you and Sarah went to your shared room to change. Once you were ready you went to the small kitchen to grab some lemonade… and maybe add some of that vodka your dad brought. While your dad didn't care that you drank, being of legal age and all, he didn't endorse you letting Sarah drink, since she was a few years younger than you. But what he doesn't know won’t hurt him. Plus you poured Sarah half a shot, she'd be fine.

You two sat out there gossiping and reading books and magazines. You did decide to wear the black suit, the one that made your boobs look great. And boy did it pay off.

Since Joel and your dad were sharing the small deck with you guys, you had a perfect view of him. Even better, he had a perfect one of you. You caught him looking at you more often than not. You were actually kind of surprised that your dad didn't notice, or Sarah. But why question a good thing.

After the sun went down everyone changed and you all stargazed on the deck in the warm summer night until finally heading to bed. You and Sarah were sharing a tiny room and an even smaller bed, and while you never minded before, for some reason you couldn’t find a way to get comfortable. You tried your best to fall asleep, hoping the movement of the water would put you out. Once you saw the small clock glowing ‘2:26am’ you decided to go up and get some water, or maybe just stretch your legs.

You made your way up the narrow staircase into the main area where a small couch sat. The small couch that Joel was sitting on.

“Hey, what are you doin’ up?” He looked like he had been awake for a while too. You didn't know he wore glasses. He looked cute.

Fuck.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you rubbed your tired eyes, trying to focus on his face.

“‘M sorry darlin’, need anything?” He stood up from the couch, which was really just a bench with a blanket. He led you into the kitchenette and you waited as he poured you some water.

“Thanks… why are you still awake?” You sipped your water as he removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

“I’m always worried somethin’s gonna happen to the boat if I fall asleep.” He watched as you finished your glass and put it in the sink. “You havin’ fun at least? I know we haven’t done much yet.”

“Ya I’m having a great time! I like doing nothing,” you admitted with a small giggle. “Plus I like watching you guys struggle with the fish.” That made both of you laugh under your breath.

“I like watching you too, sweetheart.”

Wait.

What?

You kind of just stared at him a little wide eyed while your brain processed his words. He had a sweet smile on his face like he didn’t just drop that bomb. He looked back at you and smiled wider when he saw the look on your face, the absolute shock that made your mouth slack open.

You were unsure of what to do at this point, it’s like your dreams were coming true but you had no idea how to handle it. Thank god he handled it himself by brushing his hand over your cheek, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You were pretty sure you malfunctioned because all you could do was stand there, unsure of how to take it.

“You looked so pretty, you always look so pretty.” He was staring at your lips now, clearly past the point of hiding this.

“Joel…” You almost wanted to pull away, this was kind of wrong.

His hand was still cupping your jaw, like he was unwilling to part from touching you. He looked into your eyes as he pulled you closer. Your heart was in your chest, this was wrong, you should pull away but couldn’t bring yourself to care at this point.

Your lips connected and you instantly melted, he was so warm and big, holding you in his strong arms. He held your waist close, pressing you against him.

The kiss was… something else. No one had ever kissed you like that before, maybe that’s the difference between boys and men.

His tongue slid over yours and you were lost, you both were. All semblance of shyness was gone as you devoured each other. His lips were soft as silk and his muscled arms held you close and roamed your curves. Neither of you wanted to part, even for air until you heard a noise coming from below deck. You reluctantly scrambled away from each other, worried your dad or Sarah would be walking up the stairs.

“I– I’m sorry darlin’,” he couldn't bring himself to look at you.

“Joel, I– it’s ok. Don't be sorry.”

There was a charged energy between you, like a spell neither of you wanted to break. He was the one to break first and he squeezed past you without so much as a look your way. You could tell he looked upset, ashamed almost and that hollow pit twisted in your stomach.

————

The rest of the trip went as usual, except for the fact that you and Joel couldn't keep your eyes off each other.

The only good thing was that your dad and Sarah were none the wiser. You weren't sure if Joel regretted the kiss or not, he seemed to have a permanent guilty look in his eyes. The memory of the kiss and the feeling of his lips on yours haunted you, unable to think of almost anything else.

When the boat docked at the end of the second day and as the group was gathering up the belongings to unload into the truck, you found yourself alone below deck with Joel.

Alone.

“Hey kiddo, ready to go home?” It was almost cold the way he regarded you now.

What the hell? What did you do? He can’t act all high and mighty, he kissed you! You only managed a scoff in response. That melted his icy exterior.

“Why ya givin’ me attitude?” His voice was just barely lower than normal volume, his thick brows knitted in the middle.

“Your acting like that was my idea last night.”

The left over desire from the previous night was boiling over into burning rage, but you couldn’t deny you were still soaking between your thighs.

“You kissed me, Joel!”

“Will you quit yellin’!” He backed you up against a section of wall in the small room. His deep rumble of a voice both angered you and turned you on.

“I’m not ye—,” your voice was cut of by his thick fingers covering your lips.

“Shut up. I swear darlin’, you’ve got a fucking mouth on you.” He was practically growling in your ear. You felt kind of filthy like this; pressed between a wall and Joel’s hard body, his hand smothering your sounds.

“You wanna get caught? Hmm?”

Your eyes sparkled back at him, almost begging him to fuck you here and now. Instead of indulging you, he took one last long look at you before turning away without another word.

—————

After he left you speechless below deck, Joel helped you pack the rest of the bags into the car and thus begun the 2 hour drive back. You sat behind Joel again, on purpose this time, knowing you had power over him now.

You spent the whole way home making eye contact with those big brown eyes in front of you. You did your best to convey your wanton need through your gaze, licking your lips and watching his eyes track the movement.

After you all said your final goodbyes, your dad ran inside to go to the bathroom and Sarah was passed out in the backseat, leaving you once again, alone with Joel.

“I had fun Joel, hope we can do it again sometime.” You refrained from hiding any of the sarcasm and giddy in your voice.

“You better watch yourself darlin’.” You could tell he really was worried about getting caught.

This was going to be fun.

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Not a YoonMin-er but would like to add my thoughts around this beautiful relationship. Yoongi was indisputably the member that influenced Jimin’s mindset pre-debut. His words of encouragement to a teenager who was being left in the limbo day in day out was so profound that Jimin has referred to it many many times. Yes Jimin himself is mentally strong and capable but we all need someone in our corner and for Jimin, that person was Yoongi. I also believe that because Yoongi was already making music and part of the industry in some way, his words held more weight.

I do feel that Jimin is closest to Yoongi (after JHope), and Namjoon more than Jungkook and V. Because of how Jimin thinks and because of what Yoongi himself has been through in terms of mental and emotional struggle. YoonMin to me are the true soulmates. They bicker, they make fun of each other. But let someone else do it and then will see red. Their relationship is so beyond the normal brotherhood and friendships.

For all the hate Yoongi gets from JM solo stans about the comments he makes (and admittedly some have been or could be perceived as being in bad taste), Jimin himself would never crucify Yoongi for them. I don’t even think he would take these comments seriously. And if Jimin’s ment at DDay finale wasn’t proof enough if their special bond (he literally called out Yoongi for being a bad host and not introducing his guest, at the guys own show infront of 100s of 1000s of people 😂😂😂), I don’t know what is.

I don’t know whether they had anything between them or not. Most likely not. But it seems that currently Yoongi is the only one Jimin would listen to. He only had to beg twice for a LC and TM performance and he didn’t even bribe whereas poor Jungkook has offered chicken, bam, boxing and even nakedness and got no Jimin 😂😂😂😂

Poor JK needs to beg some more. Maybe he can do a mukbang again with some Kimchi Jigae…but wait, Taeyang already offered that to Jimin 😂😂😂😂

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You say you're not a yoonminer but after reading your ask, I'm very curious about what you are. It's interesting that you feel Jimin is closest to Yoongi because of what they've both been through "...in terms of mental and emotional struggle" and while I understand that yoonmin have bonded over shared personal journeys, I feel this could be said more for Yoongi's relationship growth with Hoseok and Namjoon. It's not often alluded to in the fandom but Hoseok and Joon have had their own deep struggles with depression and insecurity, and the way Yoongi and Hoseok have been able to emotionally open up to each other, the way Yoongi has deepened his emotional connection to and respect for Namjoon over the years, make Yoongi’s relationships with Namseok foundational to him in the group. Or like soulmates, to use your words. More so than with Jimin, in my opinion.

It’s also interesting that you say “They bicker… but let anyone else do it and then they will see red.” …but don’t you notice all the times this happens and it’s Jungkook that’s seeing red? To Yoongi?

Just off the top of my head, during their last visit to the UN when Jimin made that cute gaff and the guys were joshing him for it after. Yoongi (and a couple others) kept going, twisting that little pain point and JK (plus Hobi) was the first to put an end to it. Jungkook did it in such a sassy way too, considering he was speaking to people older than him. I’m not sure if it was captured in the English subtitles, but Jungkook very easily laid down the law in one second, signalled to the others that they were close to crossing a line in teasing Jimin. Not like Jimin needed his help, but it’s still worth noting that very publicly in their least rehearsed moment (on Vlive) it was JK speaking up.

Jungkook also damn near jumped Yoongi with a frying pan too, in that one RUN BTS episode (ep 100 I think) for mistakenly hitting Jimin. Jungkook in general is pretty big, so how you’ve missed that muscle bunny showing up to show out for Jimin, almost everyday for 10 years, is a real curiosity for me.

I agree with you that in terms of emotional outlets, Yoongi is one of the steadfast sounding boards for Jimin. There’s a lot about those two that does indicate that in another life, they would be kindred souls and I guess in some ways they already are. But today, in this universe, I can’t really say Jimin is closer to Yoongi than to Jungkook. I just don’t see it.

We don’t really know any of them, and who they are close too at various points changes all the time depending on whatever’s happening in their real lives, but Jimin today gives me the sense he’s somewhat detached from everyone in the group for long stretches so he can focus on his solo work. I’m not really seeing anything to tell me there’s been a massive shift and he’s now closer to Yoongi than to Jungkook. He could have become closer to Yoongi than before, to be as close to Yoongi as he is to Jungkook, maybe, but jikook’s relationship fundamentally remains the same in Chapter 2.

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✩-Blind date-✩

Pairing: Miguel Cazarez Mora x Fem!Reader

Word count: 4.9k

Type: fluff

Warnings: Cussing?? not many warnings lol just fluff

A/N: Mia is Pink and Y/n is Purple in text

| Miguel Cazarez Mora Masterlist

Y/N'S POV

I stared in the mirror at my reflection as I put on my earrings and all my jewelry. I was getting ready for something my friend had planned, I think she was just running low on content for her youtube channel and needed something to post. My bestfriend Mia was a Youtube with over three hundred and forty subscribers, She has had me and our other friend Miguel in a couple of videos, and some we appeared in together. The second video we appeared in was when the comments started, Some of the comments said stuff like,

"Look at the way they look at each other!"

"He is so in love with her"

"They are defiantly dating!? OMG!!"

And not to mention the mass amounts of fan edits we both have been tagged in where the fans ship us together. I didn't know Miguel personally, He is just usually there when Mia is filming and so am I, I thought he was very attractive and he defiantly made me nervous when we got too close, The way he would look at me was like I was the only girl in the world.

I have told Mia about my small (HUGE) crush on Miguel and she freaked out and told me I needed to ask him out or tell him about my feelings, but I just never did because I was always scared he would reject me or think differently of me even though it didn't matter because it's not like we hang out alone.

I also am kinda talking to somebody at the moment, It isn't anything serious and we aren't in a relationship or anything, I just thought he was attractive and wanted to get to know him, but from what my other friend Ash told me he is a player, I don't really care I just wanted a distraction for my feelings for Miguel.

I saw my phone light up with a notification from Mia, I grabbed my phone and clicked on her message.

Mia Bear 🐻💕

Are you ready?

I'm parked outside hurry!

I'm ready just need to apply lipgloss omw!

I'm so excited!

I think you're gonna like who I picked for you 🤭

I hope so, is it that Bryan guy? cause if so I ain't going

What?

No! This guy is short sorry lol

But he is cute AND funny I KNOW you will like him

Now hurry your apartment complex is scary

I sighed as I shut my phone off and put it in my back pocket, I put on some lipgloss and looked at myself once more in my full-body mirror to make sure I still looked good, I then walked out of my bedroom and shut my lights out and said bye to my animals and grabbed my purse walking out of my door and making sure to lock it behind me.

I walked into my elevator and clicked "Main floor" I waited for the elevator to open and walked out to see Mia parked outside talking to her Camera in the car, She looked over and saw me walking up to her and pointed the Camera at me,

"Oh my damn, You look good if he doesn't take you I will," She said zooming in on my outfit

I giggled doing a little spin for the camera, "So are you ready?" She asked as I got in her car

"I don't know, You said he was short," I said side-eyeing her

"You got a problem with short men?" She shouted laughing after

"No it's just a lot of short guys think they are hot shit and they ALWAYS have a big ego," I said

"I promise you are going to like this guy, He's humble," She said

It's not that I didn't trust Mia- I did one hundred percent, It's just me and her have completely different tastes when it comes to people we date, I hope she ACTUALLY picked someone I would go for and not someone she would go for, does that make sense?

We pulled up to a park and she told me she would be right back and that she had to go seat something up. I was so nervous so I decided to take my mind off of it by Taking some cute pictures and liking some fan edits.

Mia opened the car door after fifteen minutes, She climbed in and pulled out her camera,

"You ready?" She asked

"Yeah kinda," I laughed

"Don't be, You look great," She smiled and turned her camera on setting it on her dashboard

"So me and Y/n just arrived!" She said to the camera

"Hey guysss!" I smiled

"So all you know is what?" She asked turning to look at me

"So all I know is it's a blind date, we are going to the park and that's all I know," I said

"Yeah I didn't tell you much cause I didn't want to spoil it," She said

"I need to know if I am wearing a blindfold and do I get to see who it is like right when I get there?" I asked

"Yeah I'm gonna keep the blindfold on you guy's until you like- sit down," She said

"I kinda wanna keep the blindfold on," I said covering my face

"What your scared he's uggo, He isn't uggo I promise I would never do you dirty EVER!" She said laughing

"Good I didn't think you would," I said laughing with her

"Alright give me all your thoughts," She said as fixed her camera some

"Okay so when you said blind date I was like aw cute and fun, but I am also in like a sticky situation, I do have a little bit of a situationship going on but it's not like I'm somebodies girlfriend," I said

"But it's fine you can still go on this date," She said

She opened her glove box and pulled out a pink bandana and unfolded it,

"So I got this bandana, but I don't want to ruin your lashes so it's gonna have to be a bit loose so don't move around a lot," She laughed as she put the bandana on my face and tied it in the back

"Alright I think that's good, Can you breathe?" She asked

"Yeah I think- Enough I can breathe enough," I said laughing

"Oh shit I'll be right back, don't take your blindfold off okay," She said as she opened the car door and got out

I sat in silence for another fifteen minutes not knowing what to do cause I couldn't go on my phone due to the blindfold on my face, I laughed at the thought of people looking at me through the window wondering what is going on.

I heard the car door open and Mia breathing heavy

"Are you recording?" I asked

"Yeah, I am now why?" She asked

"Oh my god I'm over here with a blindfold on and I can't see anything and all I can hear is Mia over here breathing like a dog," I said laughing

She laughed shutting the car door

"I just know I'm gonna be so annoying on this date and I'm like so sorry," She said

"Wait no It's okay I'm glad you're here because if you would just leave us to fend for ourselves I would like kinda panic," I said

"Maybe I should then," She said

"NOOO!" I whined

"No i'm kidding I won't I'm gonna be annoying," She said laughing

"Isn't this like the perfect first date, like it's kinda romantic huh?" She asked

"Mmm, I don't know about that," I said laughing

"I'll be right back," She said as she got out of the car

MIA'S POV

"Ahh I'm so excited!" I shouted to the camera as I ran toward my bestfriend Miguel's car

He just got here and he looked a little nervous as he got out of the car, And it looked like he also brought his other bestfriend Mason, I blushed a bit as I and Mason made eye contact, I kinda liked Mason and Miguel knew that, He tried to get me and him together plenty of times but I have just never confessed my feelings.

"Are you excited about your blind date!?" I asked Miguel

"Oh, Mason's here to help me!" I said as I pointed the camera at Mason

"You're taking away my boyfriend bro what is this," He said

"Shut up!" I laughed as I handed him the Camera so I could put on Miguel's blindfold

"Are you excited?" I asked Miguel as I put on his blindfold

"Yeah- well I'm gonna be honest I was hyping myself up on my way here but now I'm here and I'm kinda shitting bricks," He said laughing

"Well I wouldn't put you with someone you wouldn't think was cute," I said

"Well that makes me even more nervous," He said

"Don't stutter alright you got this," Mason said reassuring Miguel

"Bro you literally have thousands of girls crushing on you over the internet you got this," I said

We got out of the car and Mason ran over to our side to film,

"Wait I got her flowers!" Miguel said

"You got her flowers?" I asked surprised

"Yeah I didn't know if I should or not but it is a date so," He said laughing

Mason ran to the trunk and pulled out a huge bouquet of roses,

"Miguel what is this oh my god!" I said walking over to Mason to look at the flowers

I had completely forgotten Miguel was blindfolded, "HOLY SHIT!!" Mason yelled I looked back to see a car speeding in Miguel's direction, I quickly ran over and dragged him towards me, and Mason

"You just almost died!" Mason yelled laughing

"Huh?" Miguel asked confused

"Mia almost let you get ran over bro!" Mason shouted

"Back to what I was saying!" I said laughing

"Miguel, why did you get her this many flowers?" I asked since it was so cute

"Oh it's a Ramo Buchon, I got it because I kinda have a feeling of who you are setting me up with," he said

"No, you don't, She is like super tall- like model tall- like taller than you!" I said

I looked at Mason trying to hold in my laugh and he was doing the same

"Damn model tall, How tall is she?" He asked

"Like six foot five," I said trying not to laugh

"Oh hell nah you trynna set me up with an NBA player, I'm good bro," He said trying to walk away but bumped into the side of his car

"No come back you can't see, dumbass," I said

I grabbed his hand and started leading him to the spot that I had set up for him and Y/n, Mason was carrying the flowers and the camera. The spot had a pink blanket spread across the grass with some sandwiches and I also got them some water so they could stay hydrated since it was hot as shit outside.

"Is she really six foot five?" He asked

"Yes, she is!" I said laughing

"Oh god," He mumbled

"Are you still nervous?" I asked

"Hell yeah, I am so nervous Mia," He said

"Okay talk to the camera," I said

"I just- what if she doesn't like me or what if I don't like her?" He said

I was trying to listen but he kept squeezing my hand, was he really THAT nervous?

"OWW, YOU'RE SQUEEZING MY HAND!!" I shouted trying to lose his grip

"Sorry, I'm just nervous!" He shouted back

"Alright we are here," I said

"Just sit down," Mason said

"Uh, I can't see?" Miguel said

"Oh shit right, here!" I said guiding him to sit on the blanket

"I got you some sandwiches and some waters," I said

"Okay, can I take the blindfold off?" He asked

"NO I'm about to go get her, Just sit there and don't talk because she's gonna recognize your voice I feel like," I said

"Okay, hurry up," He said laughing

Mason handed the flowers to Miguel and we both rushed over to my car to get Y/n,

"Alright I am gonna walk you to your knight in shining armor," I said as I opened my car door

"Ahh I'm so nervous!" Y/n said

"No it's fine, Tell me your thoughts," I said as I guided her to the spot Miguel was at

"Honestly I'm a liar, I'm not really that nervous I'm just dramatic, but I also might fall in love," She said

"Aww you might!" I said

"Also he might hear your voice, he might not recognize it but he might I don't know," I said

"HIII!!" She shouted

"Bitch you aren't there yet!" I shouted laughing

"Ohhh," She laughed

Y/N'S POV

"Alright I need you to sit down here," Mia said as she helped me sit on the ground

"Can he hear me?" I asked

"Kinda," I heard someone say

"Hiii," I said

Mia and someone else started laughing,

"Is he here- what?" I asked confused since I couldn't see anything

"No, he is here!" Mia said

"Alright, you guys can take your blindfolds off!" She shouted

I took a deep breath as I slowly pulled my blindfold off,

"Holy shit," I heard someone whisper beside me

I looked over to see Miguel, I fucking knew it!

"Oh my god I knew it!" I shouted and we all laughed

"Hiii," I smiled leaning in for a hug

"Hi, how are you?" He smiled as he hugged me back

"I'm great," I said pulling away

"This was gonna be my guess when you asked me to guess who it was," I said laughing

"I know, I tried to throw you guys off a little bit," She said

"Well, he isn't four foot three that's for sure!" I said laughing

"Four foot three, She told me you were six foot five!!" Miguel shouted laughing

"SIX FOOT FIVE OH HELL NAHH!!" I shouted

"She did us dirty," Miguel laughed

"Yeah I tried throwing you off by saying he was short- and he's like the tallest person in the world," she said scanning Miguel with the camera

"I know I was so nervous 'cause she was like, do you like short kings?" I said

"Not the short king," Miguel laughed shaking his head

"So I got you guys some sandwiches and waters, and um- OH," Mia said pointing at something behind Miguel

He pulled out a huge Ramo Buchon, It had red roses on the outside and white roses in the middle shaped like a heart and it was wrapped in white glitter paper.

"Oh yeah I got you some flowers," He smiled as he handed me them

"Oh my god thank you, these are so beautiful!" I smiled taking them

"I'm like tearing up, this is the sweetest thing a guy has done for me thank you so much!" I said hugging him

He hugged me back and I just wanted to stay like that forever, he felt so warm and he smelled so good and the way his hands wrapped around me so perfectly made me melt.

"Okay since you guys are both nervous it is a good thing I came up with some good first-date questions," Mia said as she walked behind me and Miguel

"I am so nervous deadass, my whole hand is shaking," Miguel said as he held up his hand

"Okay, my first question is did I do great?" She asked smiling at the camera

"I think you did good," I said looking at Miguel

"I think you did great," He smiled looking at me

"Good because I told them in my intro about how you guys think each other is cute and no one does anything about it," She said pulling out her phone

I and Miguel couldn't stop glancing at each other, he just looked so good, and his outfit looked good, He was wearing some black cargo pants, a black shirt, a red jacket, a black hat, and air force ones, and his hair was also pulled back in a ponytail, The site made me wanna drool.

"Okay the real first question is, What is your favorite movie, I'm trynna see if you guys have anything in common here," She said

"I would defiantly have to say y/f/m," I said (Your favorite movie)

"I would have to go with Friday and hangover," Miguel said

"What is that?" I asked

"You haven't seen hangover?" Mia asked

"Wait you haven't seen hangover?" Miguel asked shocked

"No guess we have to watch it," I said smirking at him

"Oh we are for sure having a movie night," he said smirking at me

"Wait you guys are already planning another date!?" Mia asked

"It feels like you guys are fine without me, I'll stay for one more question," She said

"Okay, so what are your signs?" She asked

"Uh, I am a y/z/s what are you?" I asked (What is your zodiac sign)

"I'm a Pisces," Miguel said as he opened his water bottle

"Aw I love Pisces," I said

"Perfect!" Mia said clapping her hands

"Alright I'm gonna leave you guys to fend for yourselves for a bit and I'm gonna go talk to Mason and the viewers," She said as she got up and walked off with Mason

I looked back at Miguel who was already looking at me, I quickly looked down trying to hide my blush, He laughed as he placed his hand over mine holding it, I looked up at him and he smiled back at me, "You look so beautiful Y/n," He said looking me up and down,

I couldn't help but look him up and down as well, He just looked so good, "Thank you, Miguel, You look really nice too," I said laughing

"I was serious about that Movie date," He said

"Really?" I asked

"One hundred percent," He said as he looked me in the eyes

"You have no idea how long I have wanted to go on a date with you," He said

"I think I know, I've kinda been crushing on you for a while," I said smiling

"You should have said something!" He said laughing

"Oh yeah like you should have said something to me about how you felt the same!?" I said laughing

"I was nervous!" He said

"Why I don't bite?" I said smirking

"You are just so… Beautiful and breathtaking, and you are very intimidating like you carry yourself so well that I felt like if I asked you out you would have laughed in my face," He said lowering his head

Did he really feel that way? am I intimidating? He said I was breathtaking!

"Miguel, I wouldn't have laughed in your face, I would have told you how I felt and we could have been dating and we wouldn't have to be on this weird blind date thing," I said laughing

He finally looked up at me as he laughed

"Alright be honest what is your ideal first date, Cause I wanna properly take you out?" He asked

"Okay so I think- not a movie because you are like sitting in silence and you can't really talk to each other- but what would earn you coochie point is like maybe take me out somewhere to eat and be like, Be ready at this time and dress like this I'm picking you up," I said

He threw his head back as he laughed

"Alright it seems like it's going very well, So I'm gonna make things a little weird," Mia said as she sat back down between me and Miguel

"Oh great," I said side eyeing Miguel who was doing the same

"Okay I want you guys to compliment each other," She said

"Okay, I really like your hair and your eyes and your smile," I said

"I love your smile and your eyes and your lips," He said smirking at me

"That's so romantic Miguel oh my god," Mia said sighing

"Okay so I have this friend who I showed a picture of you both to and she said that you both looked cute together and I was like I know I've been trying to tell them, like Miguel is always like yo whats good with your friend Y/n, and then I'm like Y/n Miguel thinks you're cute and then she's like yeah he's cute, and no one will ever make a move," She said mimicking our voices

"All right guys comment down below if you think this went well, get this to ten thousand likes and I will force them to go on a date alone next time, Byeee!" She said as Mason turned off the Camera

"Soooo, yall going on a date?" She asked wiggling her brows

"I would love to take you out on a date Amor," Miguel said

I looked away blushing,

"Ohhh he's calling you Amor now?" Mia said

"I would like that," I said blushing

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Formally introducing: Yukino O'Brien!

(The above chibi was commissioned from a Discord friend of mine, but I don't think her comms are public.)

Where to begin? At the beginning, I suppose! Her full name is Yukino Carina O'Brien.

So, in my Our Life universe, all of the LIs end up with their soulmate (my MC for them). Yukino, however, is my main Our Life character. She is Liz's sister, grew up in Sunset Bird with the Moms, and is Cove's platonic soulmate/sister.

She doesn't know anything about her birth parents; in fact, the moms only know her birth mother was Japanese because that information was on the paperwork when they adopted her. Since she doesn't know what the "other half" is, she considers herself half-Japanese and that's good enough for her!

From an early age, she was always very athletic: if there was the opportunity to swim, run, jump, or play an active game, she was first in line. Everyone assumed she would pick up a sport once she hit middle school, but Yukino didn't feel like the commitment a team required was worth it. She'd rather be hanging out with her friends, especially at the beach!

The one thing she kept up for several years, from nine to 12 years old, was her dancing lessons. It was always a hobby for her, but one she enjoyed immensely. She took a little of everything but spent the final year focused on the different ballroom styles... mostly because she was tall and that was a boon in that particular field.

Going to the soiree when she was 13 changed her life, but not because she got to dance with her mysterious stranger boy (aka Bax-teen). It's because it was the first time she was able to dress up maturely, mingle with adults, and put her dancing skills to real use outside of lessons. She felt like she was truly growing up, and it inspired her to want to travel after graduating. This quickly evolved into a desire to go to university in another country. The soiree is what led to her buckling down hard in order to learn Japanese and get amazing grades, so that she could go to Tokyo University.

Although she continued to be uninterested in joining a sports team, Yukino did want to work in that field. She also always loved working out! After some chatting with her moms, she decided that a physical therapy career was the right direction for her, especially with an emphasis on sports injury recovery. As an adult, she attains that dream!

(Above are OL1-style commissions of Step 4 Yukino from @xxcathartistxx. 💖)

While in university, she also picked up a taste for assisting with the research side of things: helping to analyze and interpret data on studies done in the physical therapy field, to help further what we know about how best to heal people.

This is something she continues in her spare time, lecturing at conventions and co-authoring papers with the researchers doing the studies. She works for a well-respected rehab/PT company for her day job, though! It's in a city two hours away from Prima Vista (I made one up, it's called Azure Valley).

As for her romantic endeavors, Cove would call it "frustrating" but Yukino would just say that she had to take that journey in order to end up where she was meant to be.

She had a few flirtations, crushes, and short-term partners in middle and high school, but Yukino really buckled down with her studies around then, so nothing ever truly stuck. Her priorities were elsewhere, and she definitely (accidentally) ruined a relationship or two by not being around enough.

Dancing with Baxter at the soiree at 13 was a very magical and fun night, and she always considered that her first real crush. Many an evening was spent idly imagining them meeting up again one day so that she could actually learn his name, and maybe even thank him for the compliments. There was an exciting connection there but she brushed it off as a cute memory that'd remain such.

When the Danger Oreo, as I call him, arrived in Sunset Bird, Yukino was instantly drawn to him for a second time. The two of them (much to Cove's chagrin) were practically inseparable after the second time they started chatting via text. Needless to say, Baxter's departure at the end of the summer was devastating. Yukino did not cope with it well for a few days, but then she buried it because she didn't want to worry her family or friends. But Cove knew the whole time.

While at university, she had several relationships, all of which she would swear to you that she was fully invested in... however, none of them lasted longer than six months. She began to get a reputation as a really amazing friend but painfully aloof girlfriend. After her longest relationship, with an Australian rugby player named Elijah, ended in a confusing breakup, she decided to just... not date any longer. It wasn't worth it! (And what was Elijah talking about, saying she wasn't over a guy named Baxter she hadn't seen in years at that point?)

She spent her last year at university, and the year after graduating, focused solely on her studies. The intensity only got worse once she moved back to California, found a place and job of her own, and began to work both days and nights: days at the PT, and nights helping edit and analyze papers. It was during this time that she began to pretty much just subsist off of grocery store salad bags and protein bars/shakes.

Then... the wedding happened. Her friends called her to help, she gladly took time off to do it, and she got Baxter'd yet again. But this time, he stuck around when it was all done. 😊

Below are some of the fan art pieces that I've commissioned over the past year! Yes, all of them are her with Baxter. What can I say, they're my true OTP!

Fan artists, in order: @sunflowerpin, @kaikonn, @adricarra-art, and then sunflower again!

If anyone actually read all of this, bless you and your house and your MCs/OCs. My inbox is totally open if you have any questions (or fic requests, I could totally do little prompts) about Yukino!!