#avoiding eachother's gazes

[aestknowsbest]

Bernard, binderless and in a dress sitting next to his mother who does not know he's trans (/genderfluid), in the hospital visiting his grandmother and meeting eyes with Tim all the way down the corridor who is undercover as a nurse and in full Caroline Hill apparel:

[scarlettmurphy]

STARCROSSED PT2 +ੈ✩‧₊˚ LOGAN HOWLETT.

logan and y/n — where you are completely in love with a man older then you’re father by a good century or so.. whose completely in love with another.

- content warning age gap (is legal) drinking. explicit. swearing. dirty humour. comfort (an ounce). drugs. nsfw. sick. body issues. sh. angst.. maybe happy endings?! pairings: older!logan howlett x xaiver!reader. logan howlett x jean grey.

spoiler: insane yearning and angst i’m sorry im too far gone ☹️ happy ? where.

note this is part two to starcrossed, prepare for even heavier angst!🫶🏻 i didn’t realise how sad this was until i finished the chapter and realised holy shit this is long. part three is already in the works. i hope u enjoy it! make sure to read pt1. it’s a bit diff from the first one but i hope u like it still. also if you’ve seen the movie ten things i hate about u the mid bit of this might remind u of that one scene if u get me :) song: need you now by lady a cos i was listening to it and jeff buckley whilst reading this? also on the timeline im going for like xmen 2 time i think?

tags — @faceache111 @malfoys-demigod @navs-bhat @dilfismz @thisbipuff-isaswiftie @twinky-wink @thewiselionessss @thecraziestcrayon @awhoreforalotofshows @emily-b @jae48 @cxptainbuck @444st4rg1rl 🫶🏻

[i hope you like it!!]

you’d absolutely love to believe that what you heard last night wasn’t what happened but as your mind goes over the previous night as you fought yourself to stay awake during your fathers little class your brain couldn’t forget the continuous moans and little yells that you heard from a few rooms across from your own at the mansion for a good hour or two last night. you can’t help but figure out that logan most certainly found jean and just thinking about it made you feel sick. scott being the main thing on your brain after you got over the fact logan most definitely fucked jean last night.

she was a cheater. what else could you expect? your thoughts swirling in your brain causing an indescribable amount of heart ache as you kept yourself completely quiet and withdrawn from whatever was going on in this lesson, rogue clearly being able to tell you were off as she glanced at bobby giving him a look you picked up on — him shrugging his shoulders in return as you cursed your sadness for being so obvious.

just the thought of jean and logan staring at eachother hurt you but her touching him, his hands over her skin, her lips on his, his mind only on her in that moment and his gaze locked into hers as she let him take her yet again enraged you to another level it was a struggle not to jump into his mind and find out exactly what happened but you couldn’t, you wouldn’t. your brain fighting with your heart in every way as you felt sick with all those pictures of the scenario you were forming for yourself.

so from that knowledge as you sat in class you knew you needed to stop liking him for good. he didn’t like you, he was throwing it in your face. you heard it all and it hurt you too much to bare. you didn’t even wanna look at him — that single thought of contact sending you crazy. you couldn’t even bring yourself to see him today. you didn’t want too, you couldn’t. seeing jean as you passed through the kitchen earlier was enough to make you nearly cry and immediately stop that tiny breakfast you had made.

you really couldn’t deal with this. one bit. you never did well with emotional pain — physical was something you could endure, yet emotional was always something you couldn’t stomach ever since you were a little girl.

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you'd been avoiding him like the plague. literally. whenever you saw him at the end of the halls you'd turn the other away, force a little smile and act like you had somewhere to go if you were in conversation and it had been like that for two weeks. two weeks had passed since one of your normal conversations, the friendly chats you admired in your brain and made out to be more, the little touches he'd give you that you couldn't comprehend was only a friend thing to do, the way he'd hug you.. the deep conversations, the way he'd sometimes kiss your forehead before you left for bed, watching the rain together and just joking together all something you had put in the past. that had been gone for two weeks and to say it was breaking you would be an understatement.

you could tell others has noticed the practical borderline dissociation within you since you had been a little mute recently not that it was specially due to logan (it completely all was) but you didn't want it to be obvious, you hated that it could be perceived that way so you knew you had to do something about it. who knew heartache for one that didn't love you back could destroy you this badly from the inside out?

.. and today was no different on the logan front. you saw him once today in the halls ushering something to hank — the two in bustling conversation and you made sure not to risk it by going to class, to upset over it all to deal with another short horrible conversation where you were nothing but cold to him as you tried to cut down any romantic feelings you had for him. every time you spoke now you could see the confusion and frustration in his eyes, the mental image to much to bare as you went on hiding in your room and pondering and that’s where you had been since — buried in clothing choices as you tried to stomach down the anxiety that had been growing in you over the fact it was jeans birthday party today and you would have to make an appearance after you had been a hermit since you’d got your heart broken by a guy that didn’t even know. rogue and bobby being the only two people you had really spoke too since the shut down yet their concern had been growing annoying as rogue clearly told bobby about the little crush she could’ve guessed, and got out of you when the two of you were high together a few months ago, you had on logan. bobby actually giving you little options of guys you could date to get over someone which was all you needed to hear when you realised rogue had told him as he literally mentioned hank who they knew you recently hiked with since he had been bothering you over your melancholy, yet you had left before it was a full fledge little argument.

just the thought of having to socialise with him and the others and step out of the hole you’d built for yourself to hide in irritated you especially for jean of all people’s party, your ‘smidge’ of hatred for the woman who had really been rude to you since she’d known you not because of logan, because god on that front she wins and it feels like she’s married to him despite her ties to scott, but on the power front. she knew you had powers incomparable to hers that you hardly even showcased magneto being someone who taught you many things when you were younger, your own parents being raven and charles. of course you had powers which were indescribable.

and most of the time you wanted to use it on that bitch. you were lucky she couldn’t get into your twisted mind to find that fact out.

you let out a little sigh as you decided on the black mini skirt and sweater — you finally having an excuse for the fall outfit and lack of dress because it was october which has always been your favourite season and best time of year yet this year that didn’t apply because you haven’t been hardly able to enjoy it because of isolation you’d forced yourself into.

y/n had to swallow her own self pity down as she leaned over to her perfume bottle on the drawer next to her mirror as she took in the image of her body in the skirt. her shrinking body, a scoff leaving her lips as she wasn’t happy with what she saw in the reflection. she never could be. the aroma of the perfume not masking her feelings at all as she put on some dc martens paired with black tights. the perfect little outfit yet she was sure jean would be outshining her on that front. god she didn’t even wanna imagine logan’s eyes being locked onto jean tonight, the heart ache already unbearable to comprehend as she swallowed a lump that formed in her throat. that aching feeling hadn’t gone away since the start of knowing logan the way she did, maybe that was a sign from the people above about how destined it was.. or how not it was.

these muddled thoughts led her too some early drinking as if she wouldn’t be getting shitfaced later. pregaming alone which is a bit self pity full as she swallowed the burning liquor down her throat, the whiskey hitting her softly and slowly enough to give her the confidence to leave her room twenty minutes later for this party.

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the decorations were perfect, the present corner was overflowing and the students and people were everywhere. jean being clearly the popular girl from the looks of this party, as if y/n already didn’t know that, as the blasting music just made her more aware of the scenario she was in as she fought the urge to look around the room for logan as she went straight over to the bar that had been made. the party was the perfect one a girl, woman, could ask for and y/n could feel the jealously bubbling already that she bit down as she forced a friendly smile to join her lips.

walking through the dancing groups of people, there hardly even being any spaces to walk unless you wanted to bump into a coked up or insanely drunk teenager or wade. who she was lucky to get past without having to talk to yet, no matter how much she did like and enjoy his company she couldn’t deal with his jokes right now which she could guess who’d they’d be centered around, she knew he knew to some extent she was just lucky he hadn’t out rightly said it. that would be too much pity for her to deal with, that coming from wade being another level of pathetic.

the second she leant against the bar she managed to grab the busy barmaids attention giving her a soft nod and polite smile as she didn’t notice the figure beside her as she asked for a coke and vodka.

“thank god you’re showing your face — i thought i was going to have to clone you to get a good conversation.” hank rolled out his tipsiness showing as he pulled y/n into a tight hug when he was sat down on the stool. y/n letting out a low chuckle as she hugged him back nicely, his presence being a little surprise she tried not to seem so bothered about.

“hiya hank.” y/n said softly as the barmaid came over with her drink, placing it next to her. “thanks.” y/n nodded out as hank placed his hand on the stool next to him as she immediately grabbed it and took a swig.

“come! sit.” he ushered in with a drunken smile on his face, a bright one as usual, as he patted the bar stool next to him inviting her to sit and before y/n could even speak up in reply as she slid down on the stool hank bit in.

“where the hell have you been?” he abruptly said bluntly, putting a little look on his face off one that’s pissed off as y/n felt the guilt rush through her as she wrapped her fingers around the glass drowning her truth in the drink as she took a big sip off the liquor acting as if that didn’t taste appalling as she shrugged her shoulders at hanks obvious question which has an obvious answer to that she’d play off as a stupid claim if questioned about it.

“—i’ve been busy! controlling powers— small missions, and that.” y/n lied out.

hank furrowed his eyebrows at his words, giving her a knowing look before he shook his head swiftly at what she said. seeing right through her little lie he truly knew nothing much about what the truth was or not as he took a little sip of his beer.

“i know you but i’m not pushing it— rather you bite of logan’s heads rather then mine.” hank said out lowly as y/n’s eyebrows furrowed at his comment as a look of confusion spread over her face at the mention of him but before she could question hank on it she was met with two hands around her waist, pulling her tightly back purposely.

“hello pretty little liars, you’re aria?” wade said loudly into her ear his drunkenness obvious as y/n scoffed, him clearly stating that because her outfit choice as he squeezed her even tighter y/n’s eyes rolling as she elbowed him playfully back as his hands on her faltered as he playfully shoved her back.

“—elsa! you made it snow yet?” y/n said back to him as she was met with the sound of his laughter as he pulled on the stool next to y/n, making the guy who was sat on it mutter a curse before wade sent him a glare and then went speed walking away clearly a boy as young as fourteen or thirteen who just got the shit scared out him for, wade’s harsh look as he sqt down on the stool as he met y/n’s gaze.

“you know i have honey.” he nodded out with a smirk as hank leaned into the twos space.

“shots anyone?” hank rolled out, fixing his glasses as wade enthusiastically said a quick yes, y/n adding to the fire. “—very much needed.” y/n drove out as wade sent her a little look of knowing yet he held back the urge to call her out on it. he was being a ‘good’ friend in his eyes anyway, he didn’t wanna hear her say things about logan when he knew a few things himself on how the other party felt.

hank calling the barmaid over as wade pulled y/n’s stool closer to his that knowing look still present on his face as he played with the knowledge he had a bit just in a little playful way.

“you seen the birthday girl yet?..gave her a gift?” wade said sarcastically knowing the two didn’t really see eye to eye on a LOT of things as y/n gave him a little glare, him having been present for many of their little disagreements.

“luckily i haven’t, as i’ve brung nothing.” y/n rumbled back as wade nudged her playfully with her words as hank grabbed the tray of shots from the barmaid— y/n’s eyes widening once she saw how many shots he had ordered. “fifteen?” y/n broke out with a raised eyebrow as hank chuckled as he took one, downing it straight away before grabbing another as wade spoke up cockily.

“who’s pants are you trying to get into?” wade rolled out, his voice sly as he grabbed two for himself as y/n leaned over and took one ready to get shitfaced, maybe that’d stop her mind from falling back onto logan every other second her longing heart internally hating this situation more and more as she yearned to see him but she bit back the urge to even look around for him. halting that urge by taking a shot.

“preferably anyone with a pulse and no dick between their legs.” hank said right as y/n took another shot, her nearly choking on the burning liquid which was a horrible mix of vodka and god knows what.

“i can tuck.” wade said lowly as this made it worse, y/n nudging wade, shaking her head as she held back her laugh as she swallowed the shot she just took. “disgusting!” she rolled out as she took another, downing it before placing the shot down on the table.

“ah! sweeties jealous.” wade spoke up sarcastically with that all familiar cocky smile on his face with that teasing glint in his eyes as he handed another shot y/n’s way as she took it gracefully as they all cheersed their glasses together. that being just one of the about eight times they did that within the next thirty to sixty minutes as y/n bit back her thoughts with copious amounts of shots and soon enough they had gone through a good four or so tray off shots and a few drinks each.

every passing minute y/n felt her mind get closer and closer to the edge as every time she felt that aching feeling grow she’d swallow it back with another sip of liquor or large shot — wades jokes passing the time and hanks yapping and her own occasional drunken chime in making her mind a mess as hank got another row of shots.

the songs and wade and hank’s voices becoming a blur in y/n’s mind as she swallowed nothing but the truth with those shots. every sip feeling like more heartache she couldn’t stop having.

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y/n was practically stuck too the bar stool, her eyes scanning the crowd occasionally (by occasionally around five times if not more a minute) as she looked for him. her mind lingering on a certain someone as it always tended to do the liquor just amplifying those feelings as hank spoke up.

“you know— you look like your mum.”

his words caused y/n’s attention to snap over to hank as she raised an eyebrow, wade making a little ‘oo’ in the background even if he couldn’t help but agree with his comment as he sipped on the cocktail he had ordered a few drinks previously that had just been laying there on the side. the bartender making a fuck ton of profit from these three miserables.

“very dead?” y/n said sarcastically as hank gave her a little look — clearly a little annoyed she didn’t take the comment seriously as he leaned a little closer to her.

“beautiful you idiot.” hank added out, his words making her eyebrows furrow a bit as she took in his drunken words as she gave him a little a smile — swallowing the depreciating joke she was close to making as she took a sip of her drink.

“thank you hank.” y/n nodded out calmly as wade butted in.

“—fucking hell, incoming for angry jacob twilight wannabe.” wade cursed out as y/n’s gaze moved over wade following his eyes to where he was looking, her heart feeling as if it was flipping and twisting in her chest as she watched logan walk into the bar games room as she furrowed her eyebrows at the sight of jean following him angrily. her looking perfect as ever.

yet before y/n could think another thought she locked eyes with logan from across the room — their eyes meeting as she felt a weight lift immediately onto her as she swallowed a lump that formed in her throat at just the sight of him. it felt as if time has frozen just as they looked to each other , his eyes taking everything about her in as she did the same his way.

he practically immediately walked over, more like stomped over, as he seemed clearly agitated. more then usual as his eyes dawned onto wade and hank before resting back to y/n as he stopped in his tracks in front of the seated three.

“who thought getting a teenager shitfaced was a good idea?” logan nearly growled out, giving wade a glare as y/n’s eyes lingered back on jean who saw who he was talking to and turned away her being even more pissed then him, y/n holding the urge to go into her mind and find out why as she brung her gaze onto logan after seeing jean walk off somewhere else in the room, her patience clearly wearing thin. her wanting to make a little childish comment about how she wasn’t when wade spoke up.

“gods probably.” wade rolled out in reply as logan scoffed at what he said.

“y/n.” logan said, her eyes meeting his own as she took in his appearance. her eyes lingering on the chain that was wrapped around his neck — one he told her was something jean gave him when he first became an xmen, something he hasn’t worn in months, this fact only making her feel a number of horrible thoughts as she grabbed her drink and took a mean swig. swallowing her own building self pity as she forced a fake smile logan immediately knew to be fake.

“hi.” she said swiftly after she put her drink back down on the table — his eyebrow raising a little at her hostility as he looked to wade, hank the back to her.

“uh—“ logan spoke up, trying to find the words to say as he looked at her a bit lost for words at how she was acting as he swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat — feeling his frustration rise as he tried to control it, “where have you been?” he said lowly, hank raising his eyebrow at how this little conversation seemed weirdly tension filled. wade knew why, he could’ve called her little feelings for him back when she first met the guy but now he couldn’t help see how serious it was because off the way she was looking at him and how it was affecting her.

he couldn’t even brung himself to but in as he buried himself in his drink. hank doing the same.

“i’ve been busy. but i’ve been around— i saw you two days ago.” she said quickly, shifting in her seat a little as his eyes almost felt as if they burnt through her.

“you didn’t stay,” he said taking a pause as he looked at her, taking in just how intoxicated she seemed as he tried to analyse it, “like you uh- normally, do.”

his words touched a nerve on y/n as she felt that all familiar heart ache grow y/n trying to act as if the feeling inside her wasn’t killing her right now and ripping her to shreds as she kept her gaze on him, his eyes on her making her think and feel a number of things she hated.

“—had somewhere to be.” she replied quickly, his eyebrows raising at her bluntness to her reply as he knew something was off. he sensed it, the drunkness only adding to his worry as he went to step closer when he was cut off by a voice behind him.

y/n eyes dawned on the sight off jean, a tight silver dress on showcasing her curves as her red hair flowed down by her side as she looked at logan who hadn’t even brung himself to met her gaze yet. y/n immediately being hit with a truck load of insecurities just with a glance to the older women who had the only guy she’d ever loved wrapped around her finger.

y/n’s heart feeling as if it was stepped on as she kept her gaze on him — time feeling a little slow motion.

“logan—now.” jean said harshly.

“lo- logan.” she said again, y/n not leaving logan’s gaze as he swallowed his own spit as he eventually brung his gaze over to jean.

“logan— he knows.” she said harshly, her words a little quiet as they were clearly just meant for logan’s ears yet y/n heard them. “now! come on?” she questioned out frustratedly, saying that to grip his attention as logan looked to jean then back to y/n, wade and hank watching like it was a drama.

the air felt thick with some sort of something as y/n swallows, her eyes on him as he bit down on the inside of his cheek.

“be careful kid, remember to slow down.” he rolled out before he turned away with jean going right to her side as y/n scoffed as he walked off turning her attention back to the barmaid — not feeling logan’s eyes burning back to her as he took a long glance her way before disappearing off with jean into the party to sort whatever was happening.

y/n rolled her eyes the second she turned her attention back over to the bar as she looked down at the bar table, swallowing her thoughts down with the rest of her vodka as she felt the others eyes on her. they sensed on the tension — it was impossible not too.

“so they’re fucking again.” hank commented lowly and cluelessly. his words being like a gut punch to y/n as she bit down on her tongue as she called back over the barmaid, leaning over and ordering a couple shots as she sat back down in her seat.

“mm, most definitely.. hell for scott.” wade ushered out lowly, feeling a sense of guilt as he saw the way y/n’s eyes fell as y/n tried to mute out their conversation in the background as she welcomed the shots with open arms as she pulled the tray closer to her as she heard wade and hank whisper behind her as they leant over to gossip about the rumours of jean and scott being over as y/n’s heart felt as if it was plummeting and beating as fast as it ever had with every shot she took. the information she was hearing just making her internal pain grow worse as she tried to drink it away every shot seemingly enhancing her hurt as the metal images she were getting hurt her brain as she felt the urge to do something about it.

her mind full of relentless unlimited thoughts that were screaming at her as she placed the last empty shot glass she had down — the shots helping limit the voices to some extent as the barmaid came over and refilled them without another word most likely sensing her anguish as y/n nodded to her with as much of a smile she could muster up as she thought back to the conversation with logan.

“we’re going to dance— you coming?” wade spoke to y/n as that brung her out her gaze with the bottom of the shot glass as she shook her head, “no—thanks,” she slurred out as hank gave her a small nod and pat on the shoulder before they disappeared of into the crowd leaving her alone after saying their be right backs— her lips immediately around another glass as she finished the rest of the drinks thay were laid out in front-of her.

y/n either needed fresh air and a sick bucket or the man she loved and craved, and she was going with the latter. her desires only heightened which was making just about everything worse due to the mess the alcohol had started to cause her brain and body.

her heart pounding as she stood up, everything going messy and spin like as she stumbled through the crowd. her mind on one thing and one thing only, one person, as she got pushed around a bit by the dancing people as she made her way out the bar room she was in. her eyes searching the place as she looked for him in every corner, in every face, every person, every laugh, every grunt and every noise. she was searching for him like she had been doing within her heart ever since she’d know the man.

yet what she didn’t expect to see when she turned the corner was him right there. logan right there in his bubble of perfection as she saw it. her eyes taking him in as she saw him in the hallway — a smile joining her lips as she started to walk over to him planning what she was going to say in her brain. how she was going to do any of this? she didn’t even know what she had planned, she just wanted to speak to him. she needed to see his smile. she missed it. she wanted to make him laugh like usual, she wanted to kiss him, feel his touch. she needed it, it was destroying her to not have him. why was she ignoring him for the past two weeks? she should just tell him. nothing bad could hap—

“mine.” she swore she could make out logan saying, her eyebrows furrowing in pure confusion as she took one little step closer to where he was as her eyes dawned on a certain red head with a killer smirk on her lips as she had a tight grip on his chain.

and with that every thought she just had was crushed within the space of five or so seconds as she heard jean’s light hearted chuckle next, her voice grating against y/n’s mind as she swallowed her own spit back down as she made sure she couldn’t be seen by them. feeling the sick feeling rising in her as she watched logan’s hands wrap around jean’s waist as she pulled him closer to her in a teasing action that broke y/n’s heart in two.

she was frozen in her tracks, watching as the one she loved was with the one he loved.

“you’re mine.” ringing in her ears as she just made out what he had said to jean as his words sent a chill through y/n’s body as she felt the tears start to boil in her eyes as she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the scene. her mouth fallen gap as she watched as he roughly had her against the door jean’s hand going down to the handle of said door as y/n watched as jean pulled him in the room with her roughly.

the door slamming behind them as she felt her beating out her chest, her breath shaky and hitched as she swallowed.

and when she heard a little squeal come from the room over the music a few seconds or minutes later, she couldn’t tell how long had passed, that’s when she knew she needed to go before she turned into a public laughing stock as she turned on her heel — shakily making her way through the crowd again, unbeknownst to the tears dropping down her cheeks as she fought her way through the dancing crowd as she tried to get the hell out of here as she thought she was fighting back her emotions, yet she really wasn’t doing too good of a job with it.

“watch it!” someone yelled out over the music to y/n as she shuffled past them quickly, stumbling out and disappearing through the back door as she made her break for it. her heart feeling broken to an extreme it hadn’t felt before which was only amplified by the alcohol as she felt her brain chemistry formed for logan be destroyed within a matter of moments. seeing it in front of her own eyes being completely different from assuming it had happened.

the fact they were doing that right now she just couldn’t and didn’t want too comprehend it. it hurting her so much she felt as if she was going to be sick, she could feel it to the extremist point that when she managed her way to the end of the courtyard where her little spot was with her childhood swing set, where she’s surprised she even remembered the whereabouts off in this state, she couldn’t stop herself from leaning down into a bush shakily.

her mouth watering, her throat burning with liquid as y/n threw up into the bush her heart pounding ridiculously as she felt the tears burning against her cheek as she didn’t even notice the feeling off two strong hands holding her hair back. her body shaking as she kept being sick, feeling the acid burn her throat as she felt a strong hand round her hair pulling it into a ponytail and another hand around her fragile body to keep her up.

her body flinching a little at the touch as the person leaned a little closer as y/n was sick some more, “it’s okay—“ a low voice ushered out as y/n couldn’t help be sick again, leaning down closer into the bush nearly tripping into it as the person held her upright. their hand snacking onto her waist as y/n leaned back into their touch. basically tripping into it as she let out a shaky breath as she wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her top.

her eyes moving up onto an all familiar face and she instantly cursed in her brain as he managed to move her over to the swings, sitting her down in one of two seats as she clung to the chain of it leaning her body against it freely as she let out a little cry.

“you’re good.” scott said softly his voice low as he spoke into a comforting tone that didn’t completely soothe her as she felt the tears trail down her cheek as he kneeled down — his hands stabilising the swing that was rocking a little as he looked up at her making sure she was okay on the swing. the cold air hitting the twos faces as the moon shone down on the courtyard, the faint sound of pop music from the mansion being completely distant to both of them.

“scott.” she managed to say, him being able to tell how far gone she was by the way she slurred her words as if her crying and throwing up didn’t prove that enough. his eyes on her as he moved her hair out the way for her, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear as she held back a little sob which wasn’t held back that well as she let out a shaky whimper.

“w-why— doesn-t he love me?” she spoke out quickly, her breath shaky and her voice high pitched as she let out little sniffles in between words, the weight of those making a sad smile tug on scott’s lips as he kept his hand on her face trying to keep her upright which was sort of impossible as he kept his comforting warm hand against her face. just trying to make her feel okay.

“—he—“ scott cut himself off before he moved closer to her, trying to keep her calm, “he does love you okay?”

y/n shook her head at scott’s words as she let out a muffled sob against her wrist, shaking her head as scott wiped the tears from her cheeks. “not like i want him to.” she rolled out in a slur, scott feeling his heart beat quicken at her little admission as if he didn’t know how she felt over him before as he moved his finger across her cheek in a soft circular motion, his hand cupping her jaw.

“hey- he does okay?” scott said quickly as he moved her jaw down so she met his eyes again, his tone soft as he moved himself to the other swing next to her — the second he was sat him moving his swing closer to her own. tangling the chains of his swing up a little in doing so.

“he does.” scott added out again, y/n not believing him at all as she swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat as she leaned herself again the hand that was cupping her face as she nearly tumbled off the swing.

her biting down on her tongue as she let out a little squeal as scott placed his hand on her back supporting and holding her up as a little chuckle left her lips as she leaned forward a little. scott not letting his hand move as worry was evident on his face as y/n turned to him a sad smile on her lips, tears still evident on her face.

“i wish.” he heard her whisper as he swallowed, his own voice breaking a little, “come on. okay? he doesn’t know what he’s missing right now.— he doesnt see you liking him.” scott said softly, giving her a little playful nudge as y/n started to lose the energy to even speak off it as she felt another tear slip down her cheek.

his words were taking the weight off her shoulders as she moved in the swing a little, scott’s comforting hand on her back which was now sort off around her waist making her sure she wasn’t going to fall as she moved a tiny bit closer to him on her swing. their swings touching a little.

“you deserve better then jean-y bitch.” she managed out lowly, scott not being able to help the chuckle that escaped his lips at how she put it as he looked out at the mansion in front of them. the moon present in his red tinted glasses.

“yeah— i’m starting to realise that.” he chuckled out as y/n gave him a drunken smile in return as she locked eyes with scott. someone she’d hardly noticed was this nice mostly due to the words logan remarked about him all the time as her smile couldn’t help but grow as she looked at him. the air softening between the two as y/n felt tiredness fall over her as she leant against the chains a little as she slowly moved her gaze over to the moon.

a few moments of silence passes before scott spoke up.

“y/n?” scott managed out trying to grab her attention as he saw he eyes wondering a bit. his eyebrows furrowing when he heard no answer in return, her silence scaring him as he nudged her.

“y/n?” he quickly said out once again, nudging her a little as he saw how limp her body was and noticed her closed eyes.

“fuck— y/n.” he ushered out quickly as he stood from his seat and went right to her side as he kneeled down, tapping her face to try and catch her attention. y/n stirring a little at his action as he stood up, pulling her up with him as he placed his hand around her waist as he tried to shake her a little which did the job as her eyes fluttered open to meet his own.

a drunken smile joining on her lips as a tear dropped down her cheek that she didn’t even notice as she chuckled a little, leaning close to him as she swayed a little.

“scott.” she said lowly as scott gave her a low chucke as she placed her arm around him drunk on, him wiping the tear of her cheek softly something he’d done a number of times since being in her presence tonight.

“okay it’s time to go sleep— im taking you to bed.” he explained softly as y/n looked at him with a little furrowed brow as he started to walk, helping her walk alongside him her hardly even able to realise she was walking as she leaned against his touch.

“you’re good.” he said calmly to her as they walked through the dark courtyard, the illuminated by the moon field of grass between them and the bustling school /xmansion being the only light to guide them. his grip on her tightening softly when she nearly tripped over her own feet, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he realised just how long of a walk it was to the mansion. him sighing as he held her upright. “nearly there.” he muffled out as y/n leaned to him.

“—‘m gonna be sick.” she quickly flushed out before throwing her head over in the other direction as scott patted her back and stopped in his tracks at her words as she was sick again — him holding the urge got to be sick too because the smell as he focused on helping her. his heart skipping a beat bit as he felt his anger growing over logan putting her in this situation where she was so drunk she was being sick or the fact that she was being sick just thinking about logan it made his blood boil as he felt his jaw clench — his eyebrows twitching as he helped her get it all out, whispering little comforts as he soothed her back.

“good girl. “ he said lowly as y/n brung her gaze into him once more him giving her a small sad smile as he placed his hand back around her waist to guide her, “cmon, bed.” he whispered out to her as they started walking again. having to go through the party definitely going to be a difficult task as scott tightened his grip around her waist as they walked past a couple people hanging around the outside area of the building as the music met y/n’s ears as once they got into the building scott called for people to move out the way as he made y/n stay close to him. her eyes wondering over everyone in her drunken haze as scott helped her over to the staircase which was through a couple wide, filled rooms.

her swearing she came across wade and hank in the corner with two twins and colossus’s doing a certain something to wade, her eyebrows furrowing at what she believed to have just seen as she shook it off as she met scott’s words.

“you need to be carried or are you okay?” scott asked as if he was babying her which sent a wave of comfort through her body as she let the question hang in her brain as she tried to form answer to it as she leaned herself against scott.

“‘u—‘i can—“

“scarlett?” logan roughly called out in a raised voice towards scott as he came over out of nowhere. scott rolling his eyes as he quickly picked y/n up, y/n being in scott’s arms as her eyes fluttered open to see logan to the side of them. scott’s jaw immediately clenching as he continued up the stairs without cracking a word to logan as he rushed after the pair. his own anger frustratingly high as he tried to control himself and stop himself from doing anything stupid.

“scott?” logan said harshly, his anger growing as he didn’t get an answer as he tried to get the man to look at him.

“lo-“ y/n slipped out, her voice muffled as she leaned into scott’s arms more as he carried her bridal style up the stairs. her realising his presence, logan’s eyes casting onto y/n and then back to scott. his eyes darkening.

“what have you done to her?!” logan rushed out, his voice cracking with worry as scott ignored his words as he made it to the top of the stairs and continued on down to where he’s pretty sure her room is.

“scott!” logan shouted again trying to get his attention as scott opened the door with his back, giving logan a harsh glare as he walked right over to the bed where he placed y/n down carefully on it. her drunken self pouring the cover over her figure as she rolled over in bed. letting out a little muffled whimper as her head laid on the pillow.

the second scott having let go off y/n he immediately turned to logan scott not giving logan another chance to talk before he connected his fist with his jaw, logan been taken aback a little as he raised an eyebrow, scott looking right at him as logan pushed him back harshly.

“what the fuck did you do?” logan cursed out quickly, scott scoffing as he held back taking his glasses off because of the fact it was a party, not logan’s funeral even despite how much he wanted it to be.

“you should ask yourself that, prick.” scott said harshly. logan’s eyebrows raising at his words as scott pushed himself past logan without another word.

logan immediately grabbing scott’s arm harshly, his claws aching to come out as he met his gaze.

“what do you mean by that?” logan said quickly, his eyes locked onto scott’s as so many questions flowed his brain. his thoughts enlaced with y/n and the worry he had for the girl as scott harshly brung his hand back to his side after shaking logan’s grip off — giving logan a stern look as he looked him up and down judgementally, “god, you are so stupid. you’d think being born in the 19th century would make you slightly smarter then a twenty nine year old.” scott scoffed out lowly, his words only angering logan more as he shoved scott against the wall.

his claws extending as he pressed them close to his throat — his threat there as scott swallowed.

“tell me.” he said harshly as scott couldn’t help a certain look cross his face. completely frustrated by logan, his heart aching for jean in this moment as he stared at what she had clearly picked over himself that enraging him yet also y/n and what she had just gone through herself. the heart ache something he could relate too and he wouldn’t wish that on anyone. yet right now he would logan however.

“she saw you and jean you idiot. meaning i did too. meaning— fuck you.” scott said quickly as he clicked his visor getting the right aim, logan jumping back as scott lazered his chest. his beam going right through as a loud grunt escaped his lips as logan in immediate retaliation clawed scott in the side, scott pushing back the whimper threatening to leave his lips as logan as he got ready to take another shot at the man.

logan raising his eyebrow as the two stared eachother down, “i’ll heal,” logan rolled out his words only angering scott worse as he went to raise his glasses again as logan roughly placed his hand on his chest to stop him, his claws retracted back in.

“i wish you wouldn’t.” scott bit out harshly as logan scoffed at his words, keeping his anger limited as he rolled his eyes.

“jean only needed someone to talk too—“

“you mean fuck.” scott said out harshly, jean crossing logan’s mind as his jaw clenched his gaze darkening as he couldn’t bring himself to shake his head. not that he was thinking about scott’s feelings — right now his mind pondering on another.

scott saw how logan couldn’t even fight back with words — tutting as he pushed him back. logan’s hands falling to his side as the two didn’t break eye contact.

“you know we’re engaged.” scott spit out like venom, his words causing a look of surprise to wash over logan’s face as his mouth fell open, “well we were.” he added out.

“you were— what?” logan fumbled out, confusion written on his face as scott rolled his eyes at his reaction. not that he cared deep down, but it felt like he did right now.

“great.. she didn’t tell you. like she didn’t tell anyone,” he said lowly, “not that it makes it any better what you’ve done,” scott casted out as a few seconds finding passed as he tried to find the words which only come out anger filled, “she’s a caniving cheating bitch.” scott cursed out, logan not bringing himself to react to the words scott ushered about jean as he looked at scott.

logan was about to say something to scott when the sound of y/n’s soft little snores filled the room which made the tension even higher as scott and logan glared at eachother.

“maybe just think next time before you fuck someone else’s girl, again.” scott managed out as he pushed past logan to leave the room.

“i don’t think she’s your girl.” logan called back out before he left as scott’s jaw clenched at his words as he opened the door.

“not anymore. you can have her.” he said harshly as he paused as he knew he had to say something.

“—just think about how y/n feels, because i know hurts.” scott spoke lowly as he left without another word clearly implying a certain fact.

logans heart skipped a beat at his words as the door shut behind scott, his mind feeling as if it was in a war as the tension built in the room immediately. the air feeling thick as he swallowed his own spit not bringing himself to call something back to him as his words couldn’t even bring themselves to form right in his brain yet alone out loud.

his eyes dawned back onto the sleeping girl y/n laying there. looking so soft and innocent, completely sound asleep and his heart couldn’t help twang a little as he bit down on the inside of his cheek — many bustling thoughts cursing his brain as he wished he had never thought of them.

his mind lingering on the thought of jean and what just occurred within him and scott as he came down from the pain that was inflicted on him his chest rising rapidly to a more normal flow as he healed. as he focused his gaze on y/n as he furrowed his eyebrows over what scott had said, trying to wrap his brain around it.

logan’s eyes dawning on y/n. guilt seeping through him as he felt his heart gain that aching feeling y/n had been riddled with since the day she first realised she was in love with the man as he sat on the foot of the bed. his mind feeling melted as he placed his hand on her own his big, gruff and rough feeling hand taking the soft touch of her hand into his own grip. her hand being half if not less of his size as he soothed her. her touch being another level of comfort he didn’t recall experiencing since he was a young boy that feeling sending memories flooding through his brain he couldn’t focus on now.

feeling all the emotions boiling up he’d been fighting to push down as he looked down at her asleep body. what was all of this? she had been distant, almost rude and very cold and scott’s words were making that why question he had on his mind for the past two weeks clearer.

the implication of scott’s words hung in his mind as he looked at her. him eventually bringing himself over to the spare place next to her in the bed not wanting to leave her alone for the night too worried about how drunk she was and if anything could happen in the night.. or anyone else drunkily walking in. but he couldn’t help deep down in knowing that those were just excuses to stay within her presence. asleep or not.

carefully building a gap between the two of them as he laid down — no matter how strong the urge to hug her and comfort her was — as he let out a rough exhale as he closed his eyes.

only to open them three seconds later to look at her. his eyes not leaving her peacefully asleep body for the rest of the night.

[pottersfia]

hot tub | brother’s best friend!theodore nott x fem!reader

content/warnings: fluff, make out (no smut), lowkey shy reader, fem pet name

a/n: long time no see 😗 this is one of my favorite tropes!!

being draco's little sister (adoptive or step) and having a tiny crush on theodore nott through the years but he strictly sees you as his friend's little sister. sure he thought you were cute but he never had romantic thoughts about you.

one year you take a trip to your family's summer villa with draco and his friends. you invited astoria as she was your best friend and honestly you weren't sure how you would handle being in the same house with theodore for the summer. she does a good job distracting you as the two of you spend most of the time with eachother instead of the others.

that's until pansy invites the two of you to hang out with them in the hot tub at night. everytime you saw theodore get in the pool you either avoided him and stayed in your room with astoria or not so subtly stared at him from inside. he definitely noticed and smiled to himself.

theodore noticed each look you'd give him. he noticed how you'd instantly get quiet and nervous around him. he found it cute and somewhat felt protective over you. but never romantic feelings. he couldn't, draco was one of his closest friends and you were his younger sister.

then, as him and his friends were in the hot tub, he saw you walking towards them with the hottest bikini he's ever seen. the sudden switch in attire drove him crazy. he couldn't keep his eyes off you as you and astoria joined the group. you were doing everything you could not to look at theodore who was directly across from you.

"damn y/n, who knew you were hiding all that under your uniform." pansy teased. you looked at her and tilted your head.

"what?" you laughed.

"you read my mind. you wouldn't mind if i took your sister, right draco?" mattheo smirked. suddenly your face heated up and it wasn't from the heat of the water. draco splashed the boy.

"fuck off." he said making the others laugh.

"she's hot! what can i say." theodore rolled his eyes at mattheo's words.

"shut up. you're making her uncomfortable." theodore said. you looked over to see him smiling at you which you returned.

"sorry, y/n." mattheo said but he was still snickering with lorenzo and blaise who seemed to be making their own comments about God knows what.

you and astoria stayed mostly quiet occasionally whispering and giggling to eachother as you observed the group's conversations and shenanigans. after a while, you got out with astoria to go to the bathroom inside. astoria decided she was getting tired and stayed in to get ready for bed but you made your way back outside. you noticed as you got closer that everyone left except for theodore. you took a deep breath and approached him.

"where did everyone go?" you asked. he looked up at you and a small smile grew on his face.

"they're all inside. i wanted to stay for a bit longer." he replied. you nodded and looked down not sure what to say but he's staring at you. “want to join me?”

“um, yeah, sure.” you climbed fully into the hot water and sat directly across from him. your heart was racing as you felt his gaze on you. you looked back at him with a nervous smile.

“you look really good, y/n.” he said, slightly returning the smile. once again, heat rushed to your face.

“thank you.” you practically whispered. he seemed to be examining you with his eyes. he would look at your eyes, scan down to your lips, look even further down to your chest and what he could see of your body under the water, then back to your eyes. you could see the gears in his brain turning. “what are you thinking about?” you ask.

“you.” he replies almost instantly. “i’m thinking about how i’ve known you as long as i’ve known your brother but haven’t tried to kiss you once.” you almost choked.

“what?” you exclaimed and he simply nodded.

“come closer.” he said. you didn’t move for a moment, still processing his confession. “i don’t bite, principessa.” you got up and stood right in front of him. he scanned your body and gently grabbed your waist, pulling you to straddle his lap.

“is this ok?” he asked. you nodded as your breath became unsteady. he smiled and leaned in to finally connect your lips. the kiss started soft and gentle. he guided your movements as he ran his fingertips up and down the sides of your body. you gripped on to his shoulders and melted into the feeling.

once you parted, he leaned his head in so your foreheads were resting on each other. you couldn’t help but smile as you adjusted your position on him and moved your hands down to grip his biceps.

“please kiss me again, theo.” you said and he happily obliged. this time the kiss was intense and needy. you put one hand in his hair at the back of his neck and he held on to your hips making you softly grind on him. as good as it felt, you had to stop him.

“wait, hold on.” you said. he looked up at you. “don’t tell draco. please.”

“never.”

[bluem1lls]

Hey I was wondering if you could do a se-mi fic where the reader is really sweet/kind and is apart of Gi-hun's group in the games. So when se-mi starts flirting with her the boys go all big brother/dad mode and start getting protective. I just think it would be funny to see Dae-ho and Jung-bae doing their goofy marines bit, while se-mi is absolutely unimpressed and sassy and the reader is just watching from afar happy that they're all 'getting along'. Thank you and I love your writing <3

✧₊⁺ i'd do it all again

✦ synopsis: she's very willing to flirt with you, even if there's two are always there to try to stop her from doing it!

tw: pure fluff!

authors note: hiiii, its short but its a week update and im DEAD so dhhdhdfh i hope u like it!!! tysm for the request💓💓

-> "fuck" my head hurts from the impact as i open my eyes to see a girl.. on top of me. her eyes widen as she tries to stay still. her arms keep my body trapped underneath her.

"shit- i'm so sorry" she whispers slowly, trying to not get caught by the doll from the game.

as i can hear it say 'green light' once again. she stands up quickly, lending me her hand as we start running. i can see my brother's eyes moving across the entire room trying to find me because he lost me out of his sight. when he does, he lets out a big sigh as he runs to my side, staying still as we hear the 'red light'.

-> once we're get to the finish line, i lay on the floor, exhausted. my eyes try to find the short haired girl. i stare as i see her bent over, trying to catch her breath.

"you're not allowed to leave my side, ever" dae-ho, my brother, grabs my shoulders as i rolled my eyes. "i'm serious."

"i know, i'm sorry. a girl tripped over me."

as we turned around to head to the main room, i see the girl's eyes follow me until we arrive.

-> as we're done voting, my brother, being the social butterfly he is, already got us a group.

i sit besides gi-hun as i stare the surroundings. i can feel my brother's arms around me as i groan. the girl who fell on top of me stares, quickly removing her eyes of me as i find her sight.

-> and i try multiple times to talk with her, but everytime i seem to get somewhat close, she's moving around as i frown. maybe she's awkward after the way we met but, i'm still curious.

-> as the second game begins, we get together until they announce 'group of 5'. their eyes widen as in-ho tries to move aside, i grab him as i shook my head no. i turn to leave as dae-ho grabs my arm, serious.

"there's no way-"

"listen, i'll be fine. i have an idea. i promise i'll be fine."

"no you liste-"

it's too late, because i'm already running to the pierced girl as she stares up and down at me with a smirk. great, finally an excuse to talk to her and i know she can't run away this time.

"you owe me. and i need a group" i said to her as she scoffed in amusement.

"oh? i owe you?"

"you fell on top of me!" i reply as she hums, playing with her lip piercing.

"what's wrong with your boyfriend's team?" she lifts an eyebrow as i stare wide eye. boyfriend???

"that dumbass?!" i point at dae-ho."he's my brother, ew."

her expression turns into a surprised one, quickly returning to her normal one. was that why she was avoiding me this whole time? i chuckled softly as she did too.

"oh- right. sorry. so um, let's go get three more people" she says, turning around as we see the purple hair guy coming in our direction. we both stare at eachother at the same time, smiling.

great.

-> as we pass the second same, i sit with them, waiting nervously for my brother and the group's return. i see them arrive with a smile as i get up to throw myself into his arms as he hugs me tight. i hug every one of them, happy to see them again.

-> as the night comes, i eat my food while chatting with the group until i see a someone in front of me. i lift my gaze to meet her brown eyes.

i lift my eyebrow as i slowly smile. "hi"

"hey.. thought you could use the company" she said with amusement, sitting next to me. "and, you never told me your name.."

as i tell her, she replies with hers. se-mi.

"pretty name for a pretty girl" i chuckle at her poor attempt to flirt as she laughs with me.

i feel arms wrap around me as i turn my head. of course. i roll my eyes as i sigh.

"hello ladies. i'm dae-ho" he says (to se-mi, mostly) with a serious expression as she stares unfazed and gives him a head nod. "her brother, but you probably guessed since we have the same 'pretty face', like you said." he tells her, trying to put his most 'older brother' face as i elbow him on the ribs.

"get out, oh my god you're so annoying" i said removing myself from his grip as he stares, offended.

"i'm trying to look after my little sister! you can't date someone from this game"

"we're not dating! leave!" i whisper/shout at him as he stares like a puppy while i push him out.

"i was in the marine, by the way!" he tells to her, turning around one last time as she smirks.

i sit again besides her as i huffed. she smiles, amused.

"so that was.. interesting" she plays with her lip piercing, the smirk never leaving her lips. i nod as i stare away, too embarrassed to meet her eyes. "does that mean every time i'll try to talk to you, you'll have a bodyguard?" she chuckles as i nod, embarrassed.

"i mean.. probably"

she hums as her gaze meets my eyes.

"i can do that."

and she means it.

-> and as the days go by, we become closer and closer. hugging eachother everytime we see the other one survived the game, teaming together and staying all night talking.

and she's so pretty, that it doesn't feel surprising when she's making me blush from staring too much, or when i get butterflies everytime she whispers sweet things to me because she knows i love it.

-> and after one specific hard game, i realize i wanna spend every little minute with her. too scared to loose her, i'm asking her to bring her mattress besides mine. as i'm helping her to move it, i can see two people standing in front of us, staring to see what we're doing.

"are you two sleeping together? i don't think thats a good idea." jung-bae says as my eyes widen. "you look like a good young girl, but we can't trust too much" he says to se-mi as this one stares and gives him a soft chuckle.

"that's true. sleeping together is a step too far. are you two dating?" my brother nods at jung-bae's words as i cover my face in embarrassment.

"not yet" she smirks at my brother as his eyes widen.

"can you two just... shush away?" i murmur to them, staring at both.

they look at each other as i move them softly aside.

"i can't believe the disrespect we face. from two young girls" jung-bae says as dae-ho nods.

-> and as the night comes, we lay side to side while talking.

"i really like this.. spending time with you" she says, making me smile. i feel her cold hands with the rings cup my face as i stare at her. "do you think your brother's awake?"

my expression turns into confusion. "um.. no? i don't think so?"

"good" she mumbles against my lips as she kisses me. i let out a soft moan in surprise as i melt into the kiss.

"i knew you weren't a good girl!" my brother jumps from the bed, his finger pointing to se-mi, making us break from the kiss to stare him.

"oh my god where you spying this whole time? you're a fucking-"

"hey careful!" he says, his finger now pointing at me. "now. if you want my sister, i will make your life a living hell" he warns se-mi as she lifts her arms, smiling.

"she's worth it" she says as we both stare at her.

-> and he means it. because even when we leave the game after voting 'x', she warns me many times i'm not allowed to disappear now that she's attached. not like i was going to. but wherever i go, he's also always there too.

and all the guys are also there. even gi-hun, jung-bae and in-ho, warning her every step of the way, as me and jun-hee chuckle. and se-mi starts loving them too, because she's sure she won't be able to get rid of them (she tried!)

with our poor relationship with our father, jung-bae ends up turning into more of a father figure to us, being the one supporting my brother through everything, but also being there for me everyday.

and with time (a lot of family dinners we have together) they start to soften up for her.

-> so it's not a surprise when a few years later, at our wedding, she takes a video of how our life together has been and a video of my brother and jung-bae shows up.

"are you- are you asking us for our blessing?" dae-ho sobs as jung-bae seems to be suppressing his tears. i can hear her laugh, although i can't see her because she was the one recording the video.

"i don't think i would be able to go through it if i didn't" she says, softly.

they're both crying now as they hug her.

"i knew you were the one!" jung-bae says, sobbing like a baby while she laughs.

"we knew it! that's why we went easy on you!" dae-ho says, wiping away his tears.

"yeah, i figured" se-mi says, her tone dripping in sarcasm.

i turn to the side to hug her while i kiss her, laughing as dae-ho and jung-bae stare at the video, blushing red.

"we agreed that was a secret!" jung-bae says, embarrassed as gi-hun hugs him with a chuckle.

"that's-that an edition. se-mi! you said you wouldn't play that" dae-ho says to her as she shrugs.

i cup her face on my hands as she laughs. her gaze meets mine. "i love you so much." my stare filled with love like the first day i met her.

"mh, i love you so much too. happy family, happy wife and happy life right?"

[delespresso]

RERUN ━━ Fiyero x fem!reader

author's note; this took longer than expected, i'm sorry! but here we are <3

prompt; "Admit it you missed me." "I certainly missed kicking your ass, if that's what you mean." for Fiyero x Reader? (maybe they knew eachother as kids?)

summary; fiyero's arrival in shiz university had everyone in a frenzy, but especially a certain lady from winkie country

side notes; i'm using a surname for the reader this time but its not an oc, feel free to imagine your own name! (i just didn't wanna use y/n). never read the books, so if i say anything about the vinkus/ winkie country is purely from google searches and maybe even made up by myself idk 😭

━━ ☄. *. ⋆

The newspaper pretty much hit her in the face.

She'd been walking in the courtyard, intending to head back to her dorm to get ready for her classes after an early morning jog. But the newspaper that somehow flew from a stack on one of the tables quite literally smacked her in the face.

She grabbed it with a huff, about to throw it aside. Of course, until the headline of the latest report from The Shiz Gazette caught her eye.

Prince Fiyero Spotted at Shiz!

She read it over and over again. Looked at the picture they'd printed repeatedly. Then she tossed it onto the floor, quite literally stomping over it as she ran back to her dorm.

When was the last time she saw that stupid, handsome prince? They were both younger then. Their separation was mainly because he could never for the life of him keep himself in one school — there was always something he did that had him transferred to a new one.

She'd thought that now she was in Shiz, maybe they wouldn't meet again. After all, it was quite a prestigious school. Maybe his nonchalant, slacking attitude would have him rejected the moment they saw his name.

She was so wrong.

He was here. Fiyero Tigelaar was here. The Winkie Prince. The boy she grew up with. The boy who stole her butterfly clips for no other reason than to make her run in the rain to catch him. The bane of her existence.

She was sure the universe was conspiring against her. The second she'd changed into her uniform, she left her dorm. Admittedly, it wasn't the typical blues that everyone wore. She was one of the few with a different shade; greys and lighter blues instead. She intended to head straight for her first class— only to find a small crowd gathered outside.

That horse. Oh, she knew the horse. She recognised the bloody horse before she even saw the person.

When someone finally moved their head out of the way, she caught sight of Fiyero Tigelaar himself. He was by the directory board, figuring out the layout of the place. Galinda was there too, no doubt trying to offer some touring services. He turned his head, about to respond to the blonde girl — when his gaze drifted over the girl's shoulder and found a familiar face.

A smile immediately broke on his ridiculously handsome face, his hand raised for a wave. It was as if everyone's attention immediately snapped to her.

She sighed inwardly, her eyes narrowed. The slightest nod was all the acknowledgement she gave him before she turned and trudged off elsewhere, avoiding him at all costs.

She'd heard of his little escapade to the Ozdust Ballroom, bringing quite the group of students with him for a night out in town. Already he was rubbing off on everyone, influencing them into his bad habits.

Fiyero had been in Shiz for a week now, and she'd successfully avoided him. But of course her peace and quiet couldn't last forever. In the back shelves of the library, as she skimmed through the book bindings to find a history book — she was loudly interrupted.

“Lady Yarrow.”

She nearly dropped a book with a gasp, startled by the sudden intrusion. Then she was quick to hush the person, spinning on her heels to see Fiyero's smug expression.

“This is a library,” she pointed out.

“Really? It was introduced to me as the ‘bookplace’,” he hummed, looking around as if it was a new discovery.

She rolled her eyes, inhaling deeply to prevent herself from yelling at him like she used to back when they were in Winkie Country.

“Library,” she repeated. “And you're meant to be quiet.”

Fiyero grinned, knowing she was getting ticked off already.

“And is this ever-present tension a new development? Or have I forgotten how easy you are to rile up?” he teased.

The young girl he knew was always sensitive, took everything to heart. They weren't necessarily best of friends but they weren't enemies either — or so he believed.

“Why are you here?” she deflected with ease as she turned back to searching for her book.

“I wanted to read.”

“Ha!”

“Shh, its a library,” he exclaimed in a mock whisper, repeating her earlier words as she shot him an exasperated glare.

“Why are you in Shiz?” she asked instead, moving on from the topic.

“Transferred from Royal Winkie.”

“Kicked out, I believe is the right term.”

“Oh so you have been keeping up with me?” he exclaimed, a bit of a giddy grin on his face as tailed her through the shelves.

When she didn't respond, he just skipped his way until he was in front of her. He walked backwards as she moved forward, still looking through the titles.

“I haven't. But you know our parents,” she grumbled.

“Admit it, princess, you missed me,” he teased, poking at her shoulder.

She swatted his hand away, looking up at him with narrowed eyes. He was still as insufferable as ever.

“I certainly missed kicking your ass, if that's what you mean.”

Fiyero chuckled at that, but he persisted anyway. He just kept shadowing her through the library, pestering her with random teases or jokes even until she was leaving. Even then he followed her.

She just couldn't seem to shake him even if she tried.

“Princess,” he drawled, knowing full well how much she hated when he called her that.

He couldn't help it though — getting on her nerves was his hobby. Not to mention, he hasn't seen her in years.

She ignored him though, continuing to walk through the halls and towards the garden instead. Fiyero knew she was stubborn, but so was he.

“Ignoring me won't make me go away,” he pointed out.

“Throwing a log at you might.”

His laugh was awfully gleeful for someone who just got threatened. When she settled at one of the tables in the garden, she noticed he wasn't directly with her anymore.

Just as she thought she was free of his torment, there was a daffodil suddenly in front of her face. She looked at the hand holding the yellow flower, following it up to see his cheeky and smug face. In a smooth motion, he slid the flower in her hair as an extra accessory.

"You know, I think I'll enjoy wearing you down," he said, before giving her his signature smile and walking away.

Fiyero Tigelaar made it his life mission to bother her at all times from that day onward — letting history repeat itself, as always.

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[wyvernest]

cregan stark x f!targaryen!reader

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>>Queen Rhaenyra has sent you away from the brewing war to safety since your brother, Jacaerys, has secured the Pact of Ice and Fire. You have to honor it by marrying Lord Cregan Stark, Warden of the North.

chapter cw: sex in the hot springs, so smut, fluff, piv, two positions?, a bit of chasing as primal play, breeding kink

His thick arms hold you with undeniable ardour. The steam fuming from the waters in misty ribbons do little to clear your head, as your lord husband peppers the sensitive skin below your ear with kisses full of want.

One of your legs curls up around his own, as if on instinct; a seemingly romantic yet primal instinct of silently allowing him to have you. Your breathing only deepens when you feel the coarse hair on his leg, as if the embrace did not already bring your bare breasts against him, and every patch of your shivery skin under his touch.

Even with the clear ripples of the water, you sense something against your hip, and the breath leaving your lungs gets caught on a moan on its way out.

“My dear wife.” He mumbles with sincere infatuation, as your hands escape his hold and run down his massive shoulders.

“Wasn’t I to be less easy, Lord Stark?” You tease, with barely half a breathy voice, and he visibly tenses in pride at the name.

He stops, and when he moves his head away from your neck to look at you, you nearly regret even speaking as the reminiscence of his heated touch burns needily above your clavicle.

“You are anything but.” His tone is low and intimate, and it has your insides twisting and turning in anticipation. You wanted to have him fight for it, as late as it was. Though you are now unsure of how much longer you could bear it yourself. “Did you have a change of heart?”

“No.” Your answer shoots out fast, contrary to your desire to play a different game. “I only wish to relish this for longer.”

The slight twitch of his features when you clarify your intentions strikes a lighting into your already boiling blood; the twitch of a wolf whose prey evaded his swiftest attack. He knows she can’t run forever, but the hunt weaves frustration and eagerness on his face nonetheless. He accepts and loosens his possessive hold, though his eyes betray his thoughts.

A hunger so profound and restless darkens his gaze, and you almost want him to have refused your little diversion. To have taken you however he pleased, tell you that you’ll be the most perfect mother for his pups and show you what it truly meant to belong to a northerner.

But alas, you drift away into the crystalline pond, and even the smouldering waters feel colder without his skin on yours.

Your giggle bounces off the cave walls with an echo so sweet to his ears that you thought for a moment he may pounce on you and end the wait. But he remained restrained, slowly following you further behind stalagmites.

Luring him further deep into the springs, you twist and turn in the rippling waters from moment to moment just to gaze at him, just to see more and more of him; the way he carefully got up to freeze the image of you swimming naked in his mind. You watch the droplets run down his stomach, the shine of the dimly lit cave mirrored in his irises.

“You have such beautiful eyes, lover.”

“Lover.” He retorts, his tone almost a threat. “Nigh yours they’re naught but stones beneath frostfires.”

You blush at the deftness of his compliment.

“Though winter blooms only ever endure if they grow in the shadow of stout stones. There is more beauty in living to defend than in living to survive.” You declare, still backing away, intimidated but enticed by his stalking pace approaching you.

He smiles, distracted by your cleverness.

“We must be perfect for eachother then.”

He leaps with no warning, wanting to entrap you back in his arms. You avoid his swift hands only with the merit of water slowing him down. As he catches his balance, you push yourself onto your elbows on the edge of the pond, coming to raise to your feet in front of him.

It is the first time he truly sees you, no turned back, no waves or foam to veil you. His eyes rake across your body shamelessly, a reminder of how you’re his. The air, however steamy, hits you with the slightest cold gust, and your skin prickles with goosebumps, nipples hardening as your skin weeps with a sheer shroud of damp varnish; a statue of beauty and desire.

You ought to feel at the very least timid under his hungry gaze, but you don’t. You feel wanted, adored by his expression alone, and near want and adoration there is no place for coyness. You feel precious and pure, so that you offer yourself to him, allow him to touch you for he has earned it.

The sense of great importance yet dissolves quickly as he, too, rises from the waters, seemingly reaching for his prize. You don’t wait to see him entirely because if you did, you would have seen him at the cost of your freedom.

With a leap and a giddy scream, you sprint through the cave to evade him. Your heart thumps too fast for you to even have the courage to look behind, though you hear the water splashing violently in your wake. You decide to dive back into the pond and hide into a crevice.

You can only hear your rash breathing as you search around the rocky shores for him.

Suvion’s back horns twitch in his sleep, slightly disturbed by your raucous play, but nonetheless calm.

Strong arms curl around your middle, not tight enough to hurt and not loose enough for you to fight back. With a yelp, you give in and settle back against his chest, turning your head just enough to see his face. His erection brushes up your thigh, and you lose all willingness to delay.

“A man can only be so strong.” He adjusts his hold, keeping one arm around you, moving your hair from your neck with his other hand, baring the skin above your shoulder. “- when his pretty lady wife gets all naked and wet and dances around him so happily just to drive him mad.”

You feel his hot breath over your pulse.

“Do you enjoy seeing my need get so dire, flower?”

“I do.”

“Then it seems I have awfully neglected my duties as husband. I might just have to remind you that you haven’t wed some craven southern lord who doesn’t have the guts to take what is his when he wants it.”

You arch back slowly, feeling him up. He places a firm hand on your shoulder and pushes you into a more manageable position, taking you by surprise. You try to brace yourself with your palms on any stone you could find, while his own hands ride down your back, stopping at your hips to grip the supple flesh of your arse.

A pleasured gasp fills your lungs as Cregan brings his hard cock to rub on your tender flower. He groans at the feeling, teasing you so close yet so far from pleasure.

As your own hips begin to move in sync with his, chasing the promised intrusion, one of his hands roams your belly, your waist, his warm, calloused palm setting your skin aflame in its wake. His fingers reach the underside of your right breast, and your breathing stops; as if you’re afraid any more movement might dismiss his touch.

“Cregan.”

His palm remains on your ribs, and your whole being silently begs for him to continue.

“Don’t fret, I’m not leaving your side, wife. This is for your own good.”

“I don’t --” Your protest is cut short as both his hands reach your breasts, fondling firmly.

Your body feels inexplicably light and soft in his arms as he lifts your torso back against his chest, his large, rough hands not once breaking away from your tits. You’re cornered, at his will.

His mouth finds your neck, licking and biting away as you resume his motions where he stopped, pushing your ass into his groin and asking him in the most primal ways to take you at once.

“I cannot wait to see you heavy with child.” He caresses your lower belly, and you feel his cock twitch between your thighs in excitement at the thought. “Do you want that, my love?”

“Of course I do - ” You confess with a trembling, quiet moan.

“Say it, then, wife.” He interrupts, clearly overrun with heat and desire.

“I want – ah” He kisses down your neck, one of his hands leaving your breasts to slide his fingers over the petals of your cunt. He hums approvingly, bringing the head of his cock to your core. You’re soaked in more ways than one. “ - I want your babes, please, Cregan, you- ”

You mewl as he pushes in, the water splashing right above your knees. Pleasure shifts into pain and pain into pleasure as he takes your maidenhood, mounting you with a bruising hold on your waist. He groans with you, his breathing laboured. At a particularly sharp sting, you whimper, making him stop to plant a kiss on your shoulder blade. You can’t move, you can’t think of anything but him, the scent of him, the sounds that escape straight from his throat, his warm hands on you.

An echo of his guttural groans makes you clench around him, making him halt right before he could bottom out. You feel him up in your guts, though his girth stings worst.

He pushes you forward again, a hand on your neck and another providing leverage on your hip. Giving a few well measured thrusts, he starts to properly move. Your back arched for him, thighs parting, your essence coating his cock like you were made to take his seed.

Your own moans spur him on as he quickly finds his pace, relentless and steady. His heavy balls slam against your sensitive bundle of nerves, drawing your breaths out with every lunge of his hips into your behind.

“Fuck, I want to see you. Ugh, I want to-” He grunts, drawing his still hard cock out of your cunt with a pained curse, your own insides squeezing him on his way out.

You yelp as he picks you up the way he picked you up on the way back from the Weirwood tree on your wedding night, taking you out of the warm waters and walking over to his discarded furs on the cave floor.

The air is suddenly brisk on your damp skin, but your husband is quick to climb on top of you and shield you from the cold with his own body heat.

He gazes at you with such wonder and adoration in his eyes you, for a mere moment, swear you could faint from it all. When lust seeps back into his pupils you don’t fail to notice, his lips finding yours in a messy, wet kiss. You sigh into it to catch the breath you still haven’t found since he left you, he breaks it to groan as he grabs himself in his hand to re-enter you.

You both gasp, forehead to forehead as you meet again, his cock twitching as he once again pushes through your vestal resistance. When he begins to pound, you curl your legs around his hips and tangle your hands in his dark hair.

A sweet cacophony of conjoined sighs and groans reverberates into the cave walls, ever so slightly eclipsed by the waterfalls. With every thrust you start to climb towards your peak, and with every one of your “Cregan!”, “Yes, yes, yes, don’t stop!” he grows closer to his own.

Your own little death finds you as he presses his lips to the sensitive trails he’d found on your neck before biting down to muffle his own pleasure. He pushes in with a few final lunges, and you feel his cock pulsate and release his seed.

You suddenly grow insanely hot as you come down, though you don’t hesitate to snuggle at his side on the soft furs as he drops beside you panting and dragging your smaller frame with him.

“It took, lover.” You break the silence, speaking into his neck.

He turns to you, pleased and interested.

“I know it did.” You explain, smiling up at him. “I know it.”

“Even if it didn’t, we have plenty of time to try, flower.”

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[minnies-puppydoll]

{ Kinkmas Day 1: }

❄️ .*•snow bitten•*. ❄️

pairing: bangchan x reader

summary: you beg chan to play in the snow with you, but who knew it would be that cold? but don’t worry, he’ll always be there to warm up his favorite little girl.

warnings: daddy kink, caretaker roles, praise, comfort, manhandling, degradation, pussy eating, size kink/mentions of being smaller than chan, slapping, nipple play, let me know if i missed any!!

the snow fell peacefully on your face as you watched the white, foggy sky. days like these with chan are always the best.

you thoroughly insisted on coming outside to play in the snow, despite chan telling you its too cold and to wait for the thermal coats he bought to come in the mail. but, he knows his girl, always so impatient.

so you throw on a sweater and a thin jacket, obviously not enough to be let outside by chan, so you slowly open the cold doorknob and let your boots hit the snow.

you step around slowly, taking in how the ice cascades along the ground, covering all the the plush, green grass that once was. you scoop some up with your hands, the little crystals bite at your hands warmth, you forgot mittens.

despite your impatient disobedience, chan was an amazing caretaker to you. it’s like he knows everything about you. your fears, insecurities, and doubts, they’re all his now. always have been. chan enjoys having someone to take care of, he loves feeling needed, you both were made for eachother it seems.

you and chan have been dating for half a year now, yet sex was still a fresh topic. sure, you wanted to many times, but chan wants you to wait. you thought it was because he didn’t want you, but he quickly made sure to correct that.

“no no, sweet girl. of course i want you, but i want you to learn to feel safe and secure without feeling like you need to have sex with me, i don’t want you to do it for reassurance. can you wait for me? daddy wants you very much, little angel.”

waiting is hard. he’s evil using that nickname then telling you to wait. you know he’s right, but progress is nothing when you run your hands along yourself, pretending he finally decided to have you.

its easy to worry about things when you’re surrounded by such peace and silence, alone with your thoughts while chan isn’t there to take them all away like usual.

what if he abandons you? or maybe you’re just holding him back? what if always having to take care of you is a nuisance to him?

chan always said they were useless thoughts, and that he’ll always love you, but its hard to not overthink with everything that happened with the men in your life growing up.

..what if you’re dissapointing him right now by sneaking out into the yard? tears start to fill up your eyes.

“i’m sorry, chan.”

you mutter under your cold, visible breath to the image you made of him standing over you, his arms crossed with a fed up expression. but, when you turn around, you bump into something, no, someone warm with firm shoulders wrapped in a thick sweater.

chan greets your eyes with a smile when you open them, one that makes you melt despite the unforgiving snow, one that fills up that empty core inside yourself with safety and security, one that shows you no signs of irritance or resent, just pure, unconditional love. nothing like the chan your insecurities made in your head.

“enjoying the snow, my little angel? warm enough?”

the nickname washes your fears away, healing your upset mind. you can only look up at him innocently through your lashes, nodding your head and playing with the button on his coat.

“mhm. sorry i left. um..chan?”

“hm?”

“..you would tell me if i was too clingy? or just annoying sometimes, right? i know it’s a hassle to always take care of me or..stuff like that.”

you say avoiding his gaze and pouting, chan pets your hair, caressing his hand down to the back of your neck to cup your cheek softly with his big, firm hands. all of a sudden you don’t wanna play anymore, you wanna be with him.

“sweet girl..i know. im not upset with you at all. nothing you can do or say could ever stop me from loving you, remember?”

all of the feelings you wished you could’ve felt back then as a little girl poured into your head and spilled from your eyes and into chans chest as you pressed closer to him, nuzzling into his comforting scent and dependable chest.

he knows how vulnerable you can get when you feel like this suddenly, so chan holds you, placing his hand on the back of your head so you feel safe. when you pull away to look at him, he takes your small hand in his, stroking your skin with his thumbs. but, he stops when he notices you shivering. the snow soaked your clothes and left you wet and cold in his arms.

“..daddy?”

“hm?”

“i want to tell you something else..but i don’t want you to get mad at me.”

you say, chewing on your nail. chan smiles fondly at you.

“what is it? you know you i love you. more than anything in the entire world.”

“..i want..to start having sex with you. not for selfish reasons anymore, just need to feel you. is that okay?”

for a moment chan is silent, its a painful silence for you. please, say something. anything. then, chan starts giggling.

“..daddy?”

“im so proud of you. using your words for me, hm? need me inside you? need to feel my heart closer to you, baby? god, i think if i loved you anymore i might really explode.”

you hide your face in his chest again, burning with shyness. you didn’t think it be this easy, now you just wish he would stop teasing and fuck you already.

“feel better? come here. lets go inside and get you warmed up, silly girl.”

i guess there is a god.

chan sits you down on the large bed with thick, winter comforters cushioning you softly.

gently, but without delay, he begins to unbutton your coat. he gazes into your eyes with every soft clasp, as if you and him are the only ones in the universe..it hums an intimate fuzzing in your head, and an un-wholesome reaction between your thighs.

your coat is smoothly brisked off of your shoulders and discarded onto the floor somewhere, not that you really care about the details right now, as he quickly learns the hard way that you weren’t wearing much under that coat.

chan doesn’t seem that suprised, he simply takes notice of the pink, lacy bra you thought it was a good idea to wear outside and looks back at you with narrowed eyes..

“this is why you were so cold, huh? my dumb, baby..im suprised you didn’t freeze to death.”

you bite your lip when his warm hands roam around your cold breasts, circling his thumbs along the frills of the bra and your sensitive nipples just below them. he knows what he’s doing.

he teases you by leaving it on, running his hands down to your inner thighs, crouching down in between them.

“lay back for me, angel.”

he coos softly with a tender smile. he tucks his thumbs under your waistband, pressing your legs up and hastily peeling your thick, thermal pants off of your legs, revealing a matching set of pink lacy panties and fuzzy, winter thigh highs.

you hid your face as chan stripped you like a doll, then you giggled a bit as he smirks and sighs at your cold weather fashion choices.

“really, sweetheart? maybe you planned this , huh? thought about me stripping that pretty body? ..what am i going to do with you? such a little slut, even in winter.”

his firm hands caress your plush hips, before landing a smack to your thigh. you yelp and squirm in his overpowering grasp, before hes sticking his thumbs in the sides of your cute panties and slowly pulls them down, revealing your soft pussy with a string of arousal connecting to your underwear.

chan parts his lips and lets out a soft noise at the sight, biting his lip and pulling them off your legs. his hand is large over your tummy, the skin is rough in contrast you yours as his strokes his thumb over you sweetly.

“sweet thing. gonna let me take you? i’ll treat this pretty pussy so well as long as you go dumb for me.”

he brings his thumb up to your mouth, you suck on it lightly and bat your lashes at him.

“whore.”

his head is perched between your thighs, pressing soft kisses on your sweet skin.

when your eyes meet his, your stomach flips. just the visual of his mouth so close to where you need him most makes you whine and grind your hips up into nothing.

you have no choice. his arms are trapping your legs open, with his hands securely holding your hips in place. you try to squirm out of his grasp, and the feeling is delicious. you can’t move an inch.

“hm? can’t move, huh? that’s right. daddy’s got you.”

he coos, with a hungry tone in his voice. like he’s been waiting for this, for the moment he has his little girl all vulnrable and desperate for his body. his kisses to your thigh reach the lowest part of you, he comes to a halt and raises his head.

chan looks at you for a second, admiring and savoring the look of you before he gives you what you want. he bites his lip and smiles, revealing his sharp canines pressing on his plush lips.

he lowers his head closer to your twitching cunt, letting his breath tease you first. your red, puffy clit throbs at the denial of his sweet mouth wrapped around it.

“ahn- channiechannie please! can’t take it anymore. i’ll do anything just pleaseplease-“

“who?”

“fuck..daddy? daddy please.”

chan ignores you. he thinks your begs and cries are so adorable, but he already knows what he’s gonna do.

the first touch of his tongue sliding against your pussy feels like suffocating magic. but it doesn’t take long before your squirming and grinding your hips for more stimulation as the tip of his tongue circles just around your tortured little clit.

but you can’t move. and he won’t stop teasing you.

“ah! stopstop stop teasing please! jus’ wanna cum- wanna cum in your mouth, daddy-“

chan shuts you up quickly by wrapping his pretty lips around your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue along it, sloppily making out with your pussy like he really means it.

your back immediately arches off the bed, tossing your head back along with it. in between your legs feels like heaven, blanketing your mind with silky, glowing white as you let out an absolutely fucked out scream.

you hear a squeaky chuckle between your legs from chan, he cups your ass with his hands and pulls you in closer to his greedy mouth. his eyes meet yours again, there’s a haze of darkness that passes through his before he bites a little nip on your pussy.

you yelp and jolt up, trying to plead him to stop, but chan is quick to sooth your tortured cunt with two talented fingers working their way into his pretty dolly’s hole.

his fingering is fast paced, has you gripping his hands and squirting all over them in minutes. chan handles his girl so roughly, but he looks down at you so carefully and attentive, as if you’re really made of fragile porcelain. his gaze is full of love and adoration, letting out sweet little giggles at your reactions. he can’t help it, you’re just so cute to him!

chan crooks his fingers up to thrust into your g-spot, you already can’t take it, but you die a little bit when his idle thumb presses into your clit, thrusting in sync with the rest. the added stimulation sends soaring stars of pleasure up your squirming body, chan’s veins on his arms show as he fucks his fingers up into you harder, manhandling an orgasm out of your poor little pussy.

“g’nna cum, yeah? that’s all the dumb little dolly is good for, right? serving daddy?”

“daddy! daddydaddyfuck..! gonna cum-“

“ah, what do we say, pretty girl?”

“can- can i cum? please? ahn..gonna cum so good - ah! on your fingers, daddy…”

“such a smart girl. go ahead and cum, pup. daddy’s got you, hm?”

it only takes those words for the harsh orgasm you were holding back to burst free, soaking chan’s abs and hands. you pathetically wail as he continues the abuse your pussy, fucking you through your wet little orgasm, but you feel so safe. you know chan’ll always hold you safe and tiny in his arms in such a vulnerable headspace.

when you finally start to come down, he strokes your tummy, up to your cute breasts, and finally to your cheeks, where he plants a soft kiss to remind you he loves you.

chan stands up and wipes his mouth. you notice how he’s still completely dressed and you’re only in your slutty thigh highs. it’s a hot situation, but it won’t do for now.

you slide your foot along his belt buckle, pulling and tugging at while whining at him, wordlessly begging for him to finally fill you up.

“what do you want, pretty girl? tell me and i’ll give it to you.”

you don’t respond, you just blink up at him, going a bit non-verbal and fuzzy already, and it’s worse when chan leans down to grab your face.

“hey. you want daddy to fuck you? want daddy’s cock pressing into your tummy, baby?”

“mhm..”

“then use. your. words.”

chan almost growls in your ear, you feel the texture of denim grinding at your overstimulated clit, he’s frotting his hard cock against your pussy from the fabric, urging you to say what he ordered you to say.

“mm’fuck! chan yes!”

a harsh slap stings your cheek.

“you know my name, stupid slut. is that pretty head just for decoration, or can you actually use it?”

“m’sorry, so sorry..fuck. daddy, please fuck me? please? ill be such a good girl, such a good hole for you please-“

the more you talk the bigger the smile lights up on his face, you’re just the most adorable thing in his eyes.

“aw, who’s my good girl? is it you? fuck..that’s right, angel.”

chan takes your little fuzzy-socked foot in his hand and brings it up from his belt to his face, planting a kiss above your heel.

he places your foot over his shoulder and begins to undo his belt with hypnotizing metal clicks. you’re finally getting what you’ve wanted since you started dating chan.

his belt and pants come undone, and you finally get a view of his big, red cock. it throbs in the air just by looking at the reaction on your face, suddenly he’s a little shy, just like the channie you know. he let’s out a squeaky giggle and avoids your eyes as he pumps his cock lazily.

“you want it, hm? it’s leaking for you and those pretty hips.”

he says now biting his lip and spreading your legs back, trapping you in a mating press. his face rests near your collarbone, whispering filth desperately as far as you can hear it.

“fuck..can’t hold it anymore, need to sink into you..tight fucking pussy- need it squeezing me.”

with that, he’s spreading your folds and forcing his cock in with tiny little thrusts. the stretch is overwelming, but it’s pressing on the front of your g-spot perfectly.

when your pussy is filled all the way, he wastes no time at all continuing his pace with larger and more forceful thrusts inside you, one’s that have you breathlessly screaming.

you really can’t take it, it feels too good you don’t know what to do with yourself. you need him to slow down.

you can’t form sentences right now, so you try planting your hands on his abdomen to brace yourself, but chan swipes them up instantly, gripping your wrists together to use as leverage to pull you back down on his cock.

“fucking take it. stay still, you said you would be good, hm? this pussy’s too little to fit me?”

you’re going braindead you swear, his cock is mind-numbingly thick, it soaks your g-spot, while also being long enough to fuck spots you’re sure no dildo has ever reached before.

chan bounces you like that for a bit before taking one of your legs and lifting it up, holding it against his chest while he rolls his hips in your cunt. he’s lost in it, closing his eyes and placing plush kisses along your sock.

he brings his hand down to thumb at your clit messily, slapping it occasionally to get you there closer. he feels himself faltering in your pussy, groaning louder and leaning his head back at the feeling of you sucking him in.

“fffuck..good fucking girl..gonna make daddy cum? yeah? want me to spill inside this greedy cunt?”

“mn..mhm!”

he hears your meek response. chan places his hand on the side of your head, forcing you to hear him as he brings his face to the crook of your neck.

you don’t like this. you love the feeling of him fucking you more than anything, it makes you feel taken care of and safe, and closer to your boyfriend. but what you really need right now is his cum, and he isn’t cumming fast enough for you.

“gonna cum, yeah? look at what you’re doing to me- ah!”

chan tenses as you pull up his shirt to pinch at his nipples, rolling them in your fingers. his arms shake around you as he writhes, but he isn’t thrusting anymore.

“please..don’t stop, channie..you’re almost there, need your cum..”

he starts thrusting again, fucking you closer with him, the feeling of his cock inside you and your hands on his nipples has him throwing his head back, sending electric sparks of pleasure to his cock.

“mm’fuck can’t take it- oh fuck, cumming!”

you feel chan spraying warm cum deep inside your already messy cunt. the feeling of his warmth flooding inside you is what sends you over with him, his twitching cock still prodding at your g-spot desperately.

your orgasm is strong, you close your legs shut while cumming shakily around his cock till he softly pulls it out. you both rest for a second after cumming so hard, but chan’s shy laugh breaks the silence, covering his red face.

“oh my gosh..i cannot believe i just came from that!”

you can’t believe that this is the same man that just called you his whore unprovoked. you pull him down to lay on you, resting your face in his shoulder and wrapping your legs around him. chan instantly relaxes in your arms.

“…all warmed up now?”

“mhm..chan?”

“anything, sweet girl.”

“i love you. love you so much..thank you for doing this. i know taking care of me can be alot and-“

“ah, ah. i told you to stop saying that. never. it’s never a burden to make you happy. thank you for trusting me to give you what you need. i loved you then, i love you now, and ill love you forever. if you forget, then ill always be here to remind you, ill say it over and over again each time.”

his soft, lovely words paired with your exhaustion seems to be the perfect recipe for you to fall asleep in his arms. chan just hums and strokes your hair, he loves his girl.

“goodnight, sweet girl. ill be right here when you wake up too.”

tags!!

@estella-novella @thatonedarkskinnedsiren @theresstardustinmyblood @annafeebou @pancake-freckle @elizalabs3 @minniesverse @loxgirl2004 @mintymintmint251 @y-ur--i

[str4wb3rrysw3etheart]

Hey since the ask box is open. If it's cool could you write some fluff about the reader cheering up Pete if he's sad? Your writing is so cool! :D

OFC!!!

Sfw!!

This is short because I was busy 💔

Cw: pete has horrible parents

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦❀

Pete shows up at your doorstep..he isn't used to crying in front of you, but there he was. His parents had hit him again. His face burns, a stinging pain that's hard to ignore. He had enough with their bullshit, and just left, so he showed up at your house.. only feeling comfortable being venerable with you.. so he knocks at your door. A black eye on his face. You open the door, looking like you were gonna tease him, but trail off when you see the wound.

"I. . Pete?" You ask concerned, before he gets a chance to speak you usher him in and get an ice pack, holding it to his face

"What happened?" You demand

"My dad was a being a dick, as usual, and I finally said something to him, and he punched me.." he says, trying not to cry

You say nothing, and hug him. Letting him finally drop the tears he's been holding in. The hot tears staining your shirt as he silently sobs. You take off his hat, and run your fingers through his hair, attempting to comfort him. Soft silent sobs echo in your ears. You just stay there for a bit. Him in your arms.

Eventually he sits up

"Sorry for.. being so fucking weak and shit. Acting like a sissy" he says, insecurity dripping from his voice. Avoiding your gaze, like he's ashamed.

"You aren't weak for being upset that your dad .. is an ass." You try to lighten the mood. Still holding him in your arms.

He snorts. "Yeah but I'm supposed to protect you, you're my girl, and here I am being weak .." he sighs, still not feeling okay about being vulnerable

"Relationships mean you take care of eachother Pete. Not just one way" you cup his cheeks in your hands, to make him look at you, to make him understand . He looks almost uncomfortable with the eye contact, but it needs to happen.

"Really..? You sure I'm not a pussy for all this?" He asks nervously, like you're gonna leave him for being vulnerable.

"Of course not dumbass.. I'm not that shallow" you hold him in your arms. You know he won't wanna talk anymore, so you take off his cap, and pet his hair.. soothingly.

He eventually falls asleep. You keep soothing him. Just hoping he'll talk to you soon.. but for now you won't bother him.

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦°❀⋆

[el4ise]

‘lil rebel ✦ 리키

cast ⤷ brother’s bestfriend!riki x reader

genre ⤷ fluff

warnings ⤷ swearing

soundtrack ♫ I like U by NIKI

✦ oppa always said, “my friends are off-limits”, but how can you listen when someone like riki exists?

the first time you met riki was when your oppa, sunghoon, brought his friends home for a boys gaming night. to your misfortune they were very loud and you could barely catch some peace. unfortunately, one of them somehow stumbled upon your room.

“oh shit- I'm sorry, I thought this was the bathroom.” he was wearing plain sweats and a grey hoodie. “no worries. the bathrooms right beside this one.” you calmly reply. he flashes you a smile before closing the door. he's glad you didn't see the cheeky smile he had. he thought you were pretty.

fortunately for him, you couldn't get his unfamiliar face out of your head.

you were cheering for sunghoon in their basketball game, decelis was behind by two points. and there was only a thirthy seconds left of the game. the enemy team had the ball with them, running quickly to your hoop. just as they were about to shoot, riki jumped— high. he caught the ball in his hands and ran, ran so fast your eyes could barely keep up.

score!

riki scored a three-pointer. winning for decelis. the crowd roars as you step down, running over to sunghoon. he gave you a high-five as he took the water you handed him. you could've sworn you saw riki staring at you in the corner of your eye, huh.

you could never tell sunghoon about your silly ‘little’ crush on riki. he would go insane and ban riki from the hangouts that were held in your house. it's good that you could tolerate the fact that you can only stare at him from afar, of have subtle interactions whenever they're crashing at your place.

you never thought it was reciprocated anyway.

until one day.

you somehow got to talk with riki that didn't involve sunghoon. the rain had a heavy downpour. sunghoon was being a jerk and wasn't replying to you. you felt a tap on your shoulder and turned to see a familiar dark haired boy; riki.

he handed you a yellow umbrella, a light smirk on his face. “get home safe, yeah?” you mumbled a thank you then asked. “what about you?” he brushed it off, “my noona’s picking me up. I'll be okay.” you nodded and he walked off.

later in the night, you get a text from an unknown number.

09121130: you got home safe?

: is this nishimura riki?

09121130: the one and only.

: yup! got home safe. I'll return the umbrella tmr. thank you riki <3

09121130: don't mention it. :)

[09121130 set your contact to ‘y/n :p’]

[y/n :p set your contact to ‘riki :o’]

after that night, you and riki weren't acquaintances anymore, you were friends.

acknowledgements turned into interactions, nodding at eachother’s presence turned into smiling at one another.

one day, riki stepped up and asked you out to ‘hangout’. and ofcourse, who were you to say no?

you lied and told sunghoon you were gonna meet megan, your bestfriend. good thing sunghoon doesn't question any further.

riki took you to a cat café, especially after he learnt that you loved cats. (after seeing you pet some near the school) when one perches in your lap and smother itself in your lap, he stares at you with hearts in his eyes. it's good you weren't paying attention.

when he heard you giggle, it was as if angels were humming in his ear. yeah, he's fallen inlove with you.

before you left, his hand grips your wrist gently.

“h-hey uhm.” you turn to him, confused. “listen, i.. i like you.” you freeze. are you hearing this right?

“you don't have to like me back.. I just needed to tell you..” his hand falls to his side, his eyes avoiding your gaze. “riki,” your voice is so soft, he could melt right then and there. he finally meets your gaze. before he could say anything, he feels your pillow lips graze his cheek.

he couldn't sleep that night, and neither could you. both of your hearts thumping in your chest, a pink flush on each of your cheeks.

y‘know sunghoon’s friends are off-limits. but it wouldn't hurt if he didn't know.

© work of httpzsho | do not repost or translate.

# taglist ──── @nishikio, @callikari, @amatariki, @stvrriki, @chowonasblog

[baambied]

꣑ৎ 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹

❝ VI ❞

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 - you and vi are what some call and on and off fling , anytime you two try to break it off with eachother the universe keeps pulling you both back ... this time vi tries to end it once and for all which seemed to be going quite smoothly until you almost fucking died by an olive.

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 - (not much of a warning this honestly so random) cursing , vi and reader are on and off , unserious short fic basically lol .. makeout session , thigh slap , err that's all.

m.list

The sound of people having their own conversations enter your ears , soft glasses filled with white or red wine clinking on and off the tables , laughter in the air as people indulged in their own conversations .... this was awkward.

really fucking awkward...

you fidget in the uncomfortable seat that was made for this fancy ass restaurant , pulling down your black skin tight dress as it kept riding up your thighs , your fingers softly patting on the table as you attempted to avoid eye contact from the red/pink headed girl across from you.

"I'm sorry, y'know .. but this just isn't really ... um?" The freckled girl stopped for a moment, her own eyes avoiding yours - that were still looking else where as if they'd make her crack. "working? yknow what i mean?"

you didn't answer her , simply because you weren't necessarily surprised by her words, considering you've heard them before.

finally, you stare at her, causing vi to be startled , the color red lightly soaking up her warm, freckled cheeks as she avoids your gaze once more. "Fine, whatever.." Your blunt words make vi look at you , her eyes slightly wide as she slowly nods, taking in your words."Uh - okay, but im being serious this time ... this just -" she stutters over her words, trying to find the right ones to make this go more smoothly.

"You're just ... alot" those words that escaped her mouth made your eyebrows jump.

this was new.

"excuse me? im what?" You ask the girl in response . You couldn't help but feel slightly offended by her choice of her poor words even though she was sorta correct ... your past relationships has always told you that you were sorta high maintenance , but how the hell was that your fault? god forbid a girl want attention 24/7.

"no! no - fuck! im sorry, i didn't mean it like that it's just ... you distract me a lot, and i have so much shit going on ..." vi stutters over her words in a panic, not wanting to offend you .. but it was true , she did have alot of shit going on in her life i means she just finished college a month ago and still hasn't been able to find a permanent job that's good enough , and her apartment rent is getting higher and if she's being honest with her self she doesn't thinks she's ready for a relationship .... but fuck , you ... you distracted the hell out of her, being around you was almost addictive.

she didn't know why that was, especially when you two are polar opposites but you were so fucking .... sweet ... in alot of ways that can't be described ... you care about her in ways alot of other people around her don't and she cherishes that dearly.

she likes that and it's hard to get rid of that , others probably wouldn't appreciate your blunt , slightly bitchy as others put it personality but vi had gotten used to it , and honestly she was sorta attracted to it.

but because you two were polar opposites anytime you'd actually try to be in an actual relationship, it always ended up with one telling the other, "maybe this isn't gonna work out," yet you'd end up in eachothers bed a week later .. a cycle that has been going on for atleast a month in a half.

At least you two were consistent.

"so what? you brought me to this overpriced restaurant to tell me this? mind you, our food isn't even at our table yet.."

"sorry! i just really need you to know this and they said the food should be out soon-"

"they said that 26 minutes ago , it doesn't take long to make chicken tenders and fries.."

"i don't know why you ordered that whe this is a seafood place"

"are you seriously critiquing my choice in food right now vi? seriously? you just basically broke up with me and now you're saying this?"

"....sorry?"

"actually, i don't think i want to eat anymore" you mumble as you grab your small purse off the table and gathering other items causing vi to frown at your actions

"what are you doing?" the colored haired girl questioned in slight confusion , her blue eyes watching you intently.

"Leaving obviously," you state clearly as you roll your eyes , your words make vi straighten her back and her eyes widened like a puppy as she mumbles a small 'wait'.

you didn't catch it as you decided to grab your leftover glads of white wine and down the rest of it , totally missing the olive at the bottom of the glass ... suddenly it felt as if your throat was clogged , your airways being blocked by a small ass fruit .. vegetable?

your hands drop the glass and they made their way around your neck, eyes wide as you looked towards vi with your big wide eyes before your body fell off the chair and right onto the cold floor of the restaurant.

vi was in the middle of a sentence when she saw your actions, her eyebrows knitted tightly in pure confusion as she watched you fall, her body shoots up in an instant calling out your name and running to your side, her eyes frantically eyeing your figure as she reaches down to pull you up off the ground.

she can hear the sudden panicked voices around her and gasps from others , chairs scraping the ground as other came to assist.

"fuck! what the fuck!" vi yells holding you up trying to get a look at your face, your hands still clung to your neck .. she could feel the shaky and unsteady breaths you attempted to breath "chokin- she's fucking choking someone help!"

"heimlick woman!"

"help her!"

to many voices entered her ears at a time , she squints her eyes in confusion.. what the fuck is him lick???

a man , suddenly walks over in quick speed - the waiter that was gone for almost 30 minutes now with your food quickly walks over, placing the hot food on the table before going to assist "heimlick!!" the man states loudly to vi , a thick french accent spitting out his mouth as he made an action of how to do a proper heimlick.

understanding and hearing what he said vi immediately closed her arms around your stomach, pushing in "Jesus! what the hell - come on!"

after a few more tries, you could feel the small olive making its way up your throat before it eventually shot out your mouth, making you breathe in deep breaths. the olive bouncing from the floor , and than nearly in an old short man's eye and then hastily in the hot plate of food that was just placed on your table minutes before .. neatly landing in the plate with chicken fingers and fries.

people's cheers were heard all around the restaurant.

"she's saved!"

"that short, pink haired gay girl is a hero!"

"how marvelous!"

vi's once tight arms loosen around you as she hastily turned you towards her facing front ... her hands making their way to your cheeks "you almost fucking died!" she exclaims with wide eyes flickering around your face and body "over a damn olive!"

"yeah im kinda aware of that!"

"holy shit! jesus you scared the fuck out of me oh my fuck!" vi spoke put rather dramatically as she removed her hands from your face and on her head in her hair .. she was still in shock about the nearly dying situation she could feel the pats on her back as people cheered for her.

your body shudders as unknown people came up to you , hands on your shoulder asking if you were alright ... you're aware they mean well, but my god, this was such an embarrassing situation , you tightly send them a smile before bending down to pick up your things that fell out your hands before hastily making your way out the place.

vi quickly followed behind you on your heels.

"Wait... wait! hey! you almost died, and now you're gonna walk away as if that didn't happen?" vi says almost sarcastically at you as she softly reached out for your wrist.

"hey , please .... let me take you home okay? is that okay?"

you sighed, feeling the hotness rise in your cheeks... feeling flustered and embarrassed at the same time.

"vi , im insanely embarrassed right now...."

"i know , that's okay..i don't think it's that embarrassing you choked on an olive"

her words that were meant to be comforting made you snatch you're hand from her grasp and cross them around your chest.

"baby it's fine okay , I'm really worried about still cause- shit that's never happened before and" vi continues still thinking about what happened in the restaurant.

"babe?" your word cut her off "didn't you break up with me a few minutes ago vi? and now since i almost died I'm your girlfriend again?"

"w-well um ... "

you sigh "how many times is this gonna happen?"

vi frowns at your sentence slightly tilting her head, "how many times? have you choked on an olive before? why didn't you tell me that-"

"no! god- vi i mean this!" your hand gestures between you and her "what even is this..." you spoke quietly as you leaned your back on the wall near you. vi follows your steps walking closer to you with a sigh.

no words are spoken, and because neither of you know what to say in response, the only thing heard was the loud voices in the restaurant main dining area .. the hall you and vi were currently in was empty , only you and her. vi leaned closer, and your eyes took time to study her as you always did her pinkish red hair , beautiful blue eyes that looked so incredibly soft at this exact moment as she stared at you ... her hand slowly coming up to softly caress your flesh on your thigh, making your body shudder under her touch.

"vi-"

"please.."

it was silent once more, vi didn't know why she said please as if she was pleading for something- and if she was she didn't know what for.

but all she knew in this moment was that she wanted your lips on hers.

her face moved closer to your own, you could feel vi's hot breath brushing against your face as she leaned in closer .. your lips parted, and your own breath became heavy due to the sudden change in the atmosphere surrounding the both of you , your hands moved to her button-up shirt, gripping it gently .. finally, she closed the distance between you, her delicate lips meeting your soft ones , while her hand firmly grasped your thigh before delivering a sharp slap against it making you let out a noise through the kiss as her other hand tenderly caressed your neck ... her lips danced against yours, savoring the sweet essence of your peach-flavored chapstick , which elicited a soft groan from her as she pressed closer against you.

you both weren't battling for dominance as her tongue slipped into your mouth ... you couldn't help but moan at the feeling , your thighs pressed together while your eyes closed tightly, your hands still clutching her shirt ... because of this, you knew for a fact you'd end up at vi's apartment, and you were well aware that you'd be waking up in vi's bed the following morning , which was hardly a shock ...

you can't even lie yourself anymore ... you enjoy this ongoing cycle or pattern you and her have going on .. you grew to love the thing others would probably call slightly toxic experiences of waking up the next day with a throbbing love hangover.

written by @baambied please do not steal my ideas / work for your own use.

this was so random but wtv lol..

[coquettetoji]

hiii !! i loved the armin bf headcanons u did, can u do some for eren ?? 💗

sorry i’ve been gone! <3 BUT IM BACK

(i’m so incredibly single rn and broke up w my bf so this is heavily inspired and gonna get real specific) 🙁☝️

BF EREN HEADCANONS 😁💐

(pls keep sending in requests! i’m slowly writing them all.)

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧ ✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★.

eren my love, how do i even start with you..

— let’s just say from the first pic you already know i see him being a biker boyfriend!!

(probably not one of those cringe booktok bikers though) **fuck matthew woods 💀

— he’ll pull up to your house in the late hours of the night with just a little, “come out, baby <3” waiting for you leaning against his bike with your helmet he got for you held in his hands.

— and you already know this black helmet is embellished with your name in your fav color of rhinestones!

— right as you approach him, as always his face immediately softens and his eyes just have that look of love no matter the occasion.

— you can come out in a pretty dress, sweats and a hoodie, even an amish potato bag and he’ll still look at you like you hung the moon.

— he’s 100% the boyfriend that helps put your helmet on for you and he holds your chin and straps it while smiling down at you.

— your eye contact will flicker back and forth trying to avoid his gaze on you, but being THAT guy ofc he’ll tease you for it.

— unfortunately though not every guy, including eren, is perfect 🙁

— it’s safe to say he did get his share of experience before dating you, so much that everyone called him a player.

— even your friends warned him when the two of you got to know eachother—of course this made eren regret even spending so much time around prior to you.

— but once you came into the picture, prancing around happily and helping tutor him in junior year of high school for physics it was safe to say his player days were very much so, over!

— let’s just say a lot girls got blocked and a lot of “go away i have a girlfriend”’s were said 😭 but hey atleast he changed <3333333

— when people saw how he transitioned?? changed?? they were definitely.

—but knowing the type of girl you are, they were happy it was you that ended up with him.

— fast forward to your guys’ actual relationship, he’s a little toxic in the beginning, but it’s only because he’s never been treated rightfully or known truly what a happy and healthy relationship is like.

— and with your guidance as well as some tears (been there) he eventually shapes himself into not the man that is good enough to pass, but a man good for you.

— doberman boyfriend fs, i mean just look at him, but on the inside he’s definitely a golden retriever at heart always so happy and dopey around you. (AGHHH FUCK.)

— his love languages are words of affirmation and idk if im making this up myself, but imitating you??

— by that i mean your left hairtie on your wrist will soon be copied by eren himself, and the new music you love will soon be playing on the aux of eren’s car.

— when you ask him or point something out he’ll just deny it and say “no you’re the one copying me 😁☝️” nerd ass.

— all your habits were once yours; just know he will start picking up on them.

—now onto the cutie hopeless romantic side of eren!

— his first ever gift to you being the super alternate indie rock emo that he is, was a custom made (he made it) cd with all the songs that remind him of you on it 🙁

— the two of you listened to it together on a Thursday night after a tutoring session, on his bed, cuddled up in his arms, with nothing but his lamp illuminating the otherwise dark room.

— he holds your hand EVERYWHERE i’m telling you this guy will not let go because if you do he’ll start wondering what the heck he did wrong.

— he only ever smiles around you it’s bad, like if you thought you had an rbf eren is equivalent to that tenfold.

— he’ll be walking around like he’s going to physically attack someone, but once he hears your voice, “eren?”

— suddenly his whole face softens and a dopey little smile twitches on his lips. “yes, baby?”

— he has that love sick look on his face like im telling you in a room full of people his eyes are only dead set on you. (AGHHHH.)

— he cooks food for you, and i’m talking watching youtube videos, reading cookbooks, just to please you.

— he took this up when you said his chicken noodle soup was shitty. **he never cooked a day in his life beforehand.

—would gladly become a stay at home husband for you LMAO and wear an apron.

— something cute that i feel like he would do is when you’re standing next to him and you guys are talking to a group of people (mostly only you) he’s just staring down at you like 🙂 with such a fond smile and just AWWWHH

— he is certain within the first few months that you’re the person he wants to marry. (cornball)

— you say i love you first, but in the back of his head he was 10 steps ahead of you. he loves you so dearly but he just was too afraid to say it :((

—but once you did say it, he was over the moon it’s adorable, he went, “you love me..? you do?” almost as if he couldn’t believe it.

— on a more raunchier 😏 side of eren though as your bf (ik most of u are here for this part LMAO)

— he’s always grabbing on you, it’s so frequent that you’re just no longer phased by it.

—when he’s sitting across from you at dinner? hand on your thigh under the table.

— or one of his long ass limbs are nudging your legs every other minute

—the two of you are sitting on the couch? your feet are propped on his lap as he drags his hand down your calves.

—you want a drink of water? sure! he’s tilting your chin up and helping you sip it by holding the bottle for you!!

— you want his food? duh. he’s already holding it up to your mouth with a fork or spoon.

— if it’s hot he’ll blow on it first and cup your chin in case of spills.

—he’s just always touching up on you but in the sweetest most caring way possible.

— his casual dominance goes unsaid, it’s just a way of him showing he cares for you, like reminding you to eat, stop working when he can tell you’re burnt out, making sure you’re on time for things, and he does so by also leaving little notes around the house as reminders.

— one time when you were studying extremely hard for an exam up till the late hours of the morning, he trudged in, too tired of waiting for you to come to bed and just picked you up and brought you with him.

— he gets down on his knees often to take your shoes off for you, just a little gesture but so cute.

— or tying your shoes, right when he notices he’ll get down and tie them.

— he has piggy backed you and gotten his brand new shoes all dirty just so you wouldn’t have to walk through a puddle

— he always lets you style his hair, he takes your opinion as the best opinion, because you’re the only person he wants to please and impress anyways.

— he loves kissing your cheek because he likes how you buffer right after it.

— like if you’re talking to him and he just kisses any part of you, you just pause and start giggling.

—but when you do it to him? 😮‍💨

— it’s like, “so yeah, baby. after that i just went—” *insert cheek kiss here* and then he just..

— “u-uh so i went—no wait i was?? &/&@&? i uh think??” with a flushed look and wandering eyes 😭.

— he’s just such a cutie i wanna squeeze him agh.

— for final remarks, he’s a changed man for the better and just know it’s all because of you!

FUCKKKK I WANT HIM BACK 💔

💌 new message from mica ‧₊˚✧

— sorry i’ve been so busy! but im going to try and get back to posting all these drafts!

— thanks for all the requests and love in my messages! <3 :(

[jesuistrestriste]

thinking about preacher's son patrick asking you to hurt him as punishment for his sins.

he doesn't know how to deal with his desire for you. it was easier to pray it alway when it was only his imagination, but now that he had you in his hands it's impossible to forget.

he tries anyway.

he starts ignoring you in church, refusing to talk properly or even meet your gaze. he know that if he does he won't be able to resist you.

it's so tempting to surrender to your sweet words, to your longing eyes begging for his attention, but he can't bear the guilt that spreads through him like a disease when it all ends and he doesn't have the comfort of your touch anymore.

it works for a while. until it doesn't.

the next time you see eachother in chruch after the service is done, you don't give him any chance to escape you. he tries dismissing you, but you take his hands in yours and look directly into his eyes. it's enought to make him loose his composure. he listens to you.

you end up in a empty confessional with him on his knees desperately asking you to hit him, to make him feel something other then the excruciating desire he feels for you. he's willing to hate your guts if it means it will all go away.

he needs you to purge it out of him.

when you finally slap him the sound is strident. the same hand that held his before. you remain silent, waiting for him to say something, but he only breaths heavily, avoiding your gaze. the tension is palpable, you don't know what to do, you're afraid that this is the end, that he'll never talk to you again. but then he looks at you. he looks at you and his eyes don't lie. he liked it. you're not surprised when he speaks up with, voice hoarse

"again..."

it only made it worse.

ermm i got a litle carried away, hope this isn't too bad, i avoided putting any real dialogue because i'm not very good with it 😵‍💫 but yeah i loved your preacher's son patrick fic <3

oh gosh i love this so much. i love impact play with patrick, especially a guilty patrick.

his hands on your knees, his fingers splaying out over your clothed joints as he looks up to your eyes and breathes out a shaky “hit me again”.

so you do. you bring your palm down across his freckled cheek and revel in the way his skin welts, red and stinging, in the shape of your handprint. his head snaps to the side with the force of your slap, and his eyes roll back as he processes the pain and the wetness beginning to gather in his eyes.

“more.”

you hit him again.

“i deserve it.”

again.

again, again, again.

he squeezes his eyes shut with a broken sob and grips your thighs, tears finally rolling pitifully down his flushed face. he chokes on a moan and then blinks his gaze back open to look up to yours.

“i deserve it, don’t i? i need it, i need to look at you and only think of pain, or else ill—..” he trails off, shoving one of his hands down between his shaking legs to dull the hot ache that’s throbbing throughout his veins without his permission. he leans forward and lets his inflamed cheek rest over your leg. he hisses softly through a clenched jaw at the initial flash of discomfort, and then melts into your body. he’s begging you to push him away. to grab him by his head of dark brown hair and tell him to get lost, like he’s nothing more than a dirty stray on the street.

but he knows you won’t. and that’s what makes him cave.

he lazily drags his soft, pink lips up your leg, his flesh catching on the dry fabric. then he bites at the waistband of your bottoms.

“i’m sorry.. i’m sorry, i’m sorry.. let me prove how sorry i am.. let me touch you..”

[kimmyvfx]

Make it easy || FC43

pairing: franco colapinto x reader (sisters bestfriend)

summary: you're arriving at your best friends house, crying about your break-up. You ring the doorbell, swiping your tears away. After a few seconds the door opens. But to your suprise there's not your bestie. Its her brother Franco who opens the door.

warnings: smut (fsk18) - minors dni, sexual content, masturbation, begging, teasing.

wortcount: 1.6k

note from the underground: this is my first fanfic, please enjoy it and be kind with me. thanks ❤️

"Franco.. where's your sister? I need her." your voice cracks under your tears. He looks at you, confused and raises an eyebrow. "Hi to you too.. She's buying some groceries and should be back soon." He pauses for a moment. "Are you okay? What happen-" "Can I wait here? I won't bother you.." you interrupt him, almost whispering, avoiding his gaze. Franco steps aside quickly "Of course amiga." You enter the house while you're still looking at the ground. Its embarrassing to cry in front of your best friends brother, get your shit together. You walk over into the big living room, sitting down on the edge of the couch. You can hear Francos footsteps and feel his glare while he walks past you. "Are you okay?" he asks from across the room. You nod slowly while you catch up the tears that run down your cheeks incessantly. Awkward silence is filling the high walls of this imposant room. You know this house since you were a child, but you weren't here alone, without your best friend. You can feel his presence but neither him or you dares to say a word. Your muffled sniffs echoes through the room. Franco clears his throat "Do you want to talk..?" his voice soft and calming. "Its just.. Chris and I.. we..we broke up and.." you stutter. Another tear is running down your cheek. "He's not worth it." "Excuse me?" "You heard me." You look up through your wet eyes. He leans on the window, arms crossed in front of his chest. "You don't know anything Franco." I murmur through gritted teeth. He raises a brow again, "Oh no? You think I didn't hear you complain or even cry on Marthas phone, in her room or in our front yard? Common y/n." he mutters. You're staring in his green eyes, unable to say a word. "He was an asshole, even Martha says it." he adds. "Be glad you got rid of him." You look away and shake your head slighlty. He's right. He's absolutley right. That man is a dick and you wasted two years of your precious life for him to get his shit together.

"I wish it would be that easy Franco." you speak after a while, your gaze resting on one of the beautiful flowers on the windowsill. "Make it easy." he suddenly says. You open your mouth to reject his words but Franco is faster. "Y/n, look at me." You freeze for a second at his command, then you look back into his eyes, which are already staring at you. He's studying your face slowly. "I bet he didn't cry one single tear about you. But he should. He lost you." he looks into your eyes again, " You're his loss, y/n ... not the other way round." he speaks with a calm voice, a small smile forms on your lips. "Oh? What was that? Was that a smile?" He grins and walks towards you. You can't help but chuckle. "See, it can be that easy." he says as he reaches out his hand to you. "Thank you Fran." you answer with a smile and take the offer. His warm hand grab yours tightly as he pulls you up. You stumble one or two steps but he keeps you steady.

The both of you stand there, facing each other quietly, staring in eachothers eyes for a few seconds. There's just the two of you, for the first time since you've known each other. He's so close, you can smell his soft perfume, his hand is still holding yours. He's staring back in your eyes, lips parted as if he's about to say something. But instead he strokes a strand of your hair behind your ear. You feel that tingle inside your stomach, but you shake it off in your thoughts."You deserve better." he murmurs softly. You look at the ground, a slight blush crawls up your cheeks. You can feel the tip of his finger brushing your chin as he slowly lifts it up to make you look at him again. Your eyes fall on his plumpy lips for a second, almost accidentally. You try to act normal but he noticed it. Of course he did. A sly smirk plays on his lips. You can feel your heartbeat quickens, its like your whole body is pulsing. "You look cute when you blush.." his voice almost purring. What is happening here? Thoughts running through your brain, your body's heating up. He squeezes your hand. He's still holding it and you didn't pull away.

"I- I should wait upstairs." you stutter, trying shut up these thoughts in your head. The look in his face changes as you speak. Whatever is going on between you right now, it's wrong. You know it. He knows it. "Maybe you should." he says and let go of your hand.

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After Martha arrived, you spent the rest of the evening talking in her room. Later she invited you to stay over night and of course you took that offer thankfully. It was already late and the imagination of laying alone in your appartment where literally anything would remind you of your ex made you feel sick. Instead you're tossing and turning on the couch in Marthas room, listening to her deep breaths. Atleast you're not alone huh. Your head was spinning. And as if that whole story with Chris wasn't already enough, the little pictures of your interactions with Franco earlier today popped up in your mind. How he looked at you, his hand holding yours.. his lips.. oh yeah, these damn lips and that fucking smirk..

"Fuck" you murmur frustrated as you sit up, burrying your face into your hands. A quick look on your phone tells you, its 2.18 in the morning. You get up, close the door quietly and sneak downstairs in the kitchen to get some water. You lean against the counter, the cold water is running down your throat. Refreshing.. Suddenly you hear a familar voice.

"Can't sleep eh?" Francos outlines appear in the dim light. "Mhm.." you murmur, sipping from your glass and watching him from the corner of your eyes. He stands there, in his short pj, casually.. but he already made your body tense. "Did you tell Martha..?" he looks over at you, searching for your gaze - which you're avoiding. "No." you answer quickly. He nods. He knew it. "She doesn't need to know." you add, still avoiding to meet his eyes. "It would make things weird." you take another sip from your glass, before you put it in the sink.

"So it's our little secret then?" he asks, while you can hear him walking towards you. You swallow while your body freezes as you feel him close behind you. "If you wanna say so.." you murmur, try to play things cool. But he looks through you so easily as he steps right behind you "How many more secrets can you keep?" He whispers into you ear, a trail of chills crawling from your neck over your whole body. His hands taking place on your hips, squeezing them slightly.

You're standing there, just like that. You should complain, you should put his hands away. But you aren't able to move. He places a soft kiss on your shoulder. Finally you've got your voice back. "That's not.. Franco.. I- .. we" whatever you were trying to say - the words faded away as his hands move from your hips over the seam of your shirt, slowly tracing cycles on the skin of your stomach. A gasp escapes your mouth as he continues to explore your body. "You're so responsive, babygirl.." he purrs into your ear, leaving a trail of kisses over your neck. You can't help but lean into him, as his fingertips reach out for the waistband of your pants. "You can still say no.. one little word.." He leans his head over your shoulder to get a better look at your body. And you should stop it. You really should. But instead you turn your head, looking straight into his eyes. "Look at me, just like that.." one of his hands slides down in your pants, his fingertips rest right above your core. Another little gasp escapes your mouth while you look at him with desperate eyes. His lips forming a successful grin. It's torture. And he loves it. "Say it.." he commands. "Franco please.." you whisper, your voice shaking with arousal. "Please what..?" he asks. "Please touch me.." and you saw somethings snapped into his brain. His eyes darkened immediately with desire. He finally moves his hand further down, his fingers slide through your wet folds. A mix of tension and relief washes over your body as you finally feel his fingers stroking you softly. A moan escapes your mouth, but he quickly covers your mouth with his hand "Sssh, you have to be quiet babygirl.. Can you be quiet for me?" You nod. Your legs starts to shake as he digs two fingers into your hole, while his thumb is massaging your clit. His fingers pumping into you, slowly at first but already hitting the right spot. You wrap your arm around his neck. "Need you.." you gasp into his ear. "I know baby.." he answers.

You lean into him once more as you feel your orgasmn build. He reliefs your mouth and wraps his arm around your waist. "Let go.. I've got you.." he whispers in your ear, his hand is moving faster as your walls clench around his fingers. You bite your lip to avoid a moan as you ride out your high against his hand.

You lean against the counter, still trying to catch your breath. He turns around at you, grinning from ear to ear. He knows he won. Its bittersweet.

"I told you to make it easy." He whispers as he starts walking and leaves the kitchen.

[the-offside-rule]

Max Verstappen (Red Bull Racing) - Anyone But You

Requested: yes

Prompt: Anyone But You

Warnings: arguing

The Rom-Com Masterlist ♡

Max Verstappen didn’t usually get nervous, not at race weekends, press conferences, or even after questionable overtakes. Yet standing at the entrance of a pristine garden venue for Daniel Ricciardo’s upcoming wedding festivities, he couldn’t shake the tightness in his chest. He’d RSVP’d with a simple "plus none", not interested in awkward questions or matchmaking attempts from Daniel’s overly excited family. Little did he know, the universe had other plans. Max’s jaw clenched as he watched a familiar face appear—her face.

Y/n

Daniel’s fiancée’s younger sister. The very same woman who had quietly slipped out of his hotel suite six months ago without a word. Max had woken up to rumpled sheets, her absence like a slap. His irritation deepened when he thought he’d seen her peeking back around the corner later that same morning, only to vanish completely. What Max didn’t know was she had overheard him venting his frustrations to Daniel over coffee.

"I just don’t get it." Max had muttered, frustration heavy in his voice. "She ran off like I was some monster. A ‘one-night stand’? Fine, but she could’ve said something. Not like I care, though—women like that always act the same." It hadn’t been meant to sound cruel, but for Y/n, overhearing that was like a dagger to the chest. She’d left Max’s apartment that day without looking back.

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"Max!" Daniel’s booming voice snapped him out of his silent fuming. "Mate, glad you could make it!" Daniel gave Max a crushing hug before gesturing toward his future sister-in-law, who had frozen stiff. "You remember Y/n, right?" Max forced a polite smile. "Yeah. Y/n."

"Max." She replied coolly, avoiding his gaze. From across the lawn, Heidi, watched the two with eagle eyes. "Do they know eachother?" She mumbled to one of her bridesmaids. "Oh my god! Isn't that the guy that was talking about her behind her back after they fucked?" Heidi groaned. Why did it have to be now that they rekindled? "They’re going to ruin everything."

Her bridesmaid smiled, patting her shoulder. "It’s fine. They’ll sort it out. They’re adults, aren’t they?" Heidi scoffed. "You’re kidding, right? That’s exactly why they need help."

By the next morning, the plan was in motion. Daniel’s entire family had decided the easiest way to prevent fireworks between Max and Y/n was to get them to date until the wedding was at least finished. "It’ll calm the drama." Heidi said confidently when she delivered the news over breakfast. "You think they'll fall for it?" Daniel asked. "Maybe not, but I will not have them ruin this wedding."

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Y/n walked around the house typing on her phone until she overheard Heidi and Daniel chit chatting. "Why can't he just admit that he likes her? It is so obvious!" Heidi said. Y/n stopped at the corner, listening intently to whatever the gossip might have been. "I know, but you know Max. He gets nervous around girls. Especially girls like Y/n." Y/n scoffed at her sister and future brother-in-law's attempt to have a so called 'private' conversation and walked on, not passing any heed. As she walked into the kitchen, she stopped dead in her tracks upon seeing Max, smirking at her whilst leaning on the counter.

Y/n sighed. "They got you too, huh?" Max's expression turned to one of confusion. "What do you-"

"Did you happen to overhear Heidi and Daniel talk about how I'm in love with you?" He nodded. "I heard the same about you. It's obvious they want us to date or fuck or something until this wedding is over, so let's just do it." She suggested. "You mean fuck? Or-"

"No! Pretend to date!" Max nodded again. "Sure. I meant that too."

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Y/n folded her arms across her chest as she stared at Max across the room. "We need rules." She said firmly. "Rules?" Max raised a brow, looking amused. "Like what?" She ticked them off on her fingers; "No unnecessary touching. Minimal talking when alone. No real emotions—this is purely for show. And absolutely no revisiting… what happened." The pair stared at eachother. "Okay. I can do that." Max extended a hand, and Y/n hesitated before shaking it. Even that brief touch sent her heart skittering, but she masked it with indifference.

For the next two days, Max and Y/n played their parts with irritating precision. They arrived together, laughed at forced inside jokes, and posed for family photos where they pretended to adore each other. "Admit it-" Max teased after one staged moment, whispering near her ear. "You’re enjoying this." Y/n smiled sweetly for onlookers before turning to murmur back to him. "I’d rather be literally anywhere else." Despite her words, Y/n found herself catching glimpses of Max when he wasn’t looking—the small smiles he shared with Daniel, the way he charmed her and Heidi’s parents, and the brief moments he genuinely laughed. He wasn’t the cold, arrogant man she’d convinced herself he was.

For his part, Max was equally unsettled. Y/n’s sarcasm and wit drew him in, even if she frustrated him to no end. Worse, every time she laughed—real or fake—his chest tightened.

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Although everything was going smoothly and everyone slowly but surely started to believe the unlikely couple had been seeing eachother, it was all too good to be true. And it all fell apart during the rehearsal dinner. Daniel’s uncle had been indulging in far too much wine when he raised his glass and proposed a toast to the happy couple. Unfortunately, it was not for the couple who were getting married. "To Max and Y/n! Here’s to the next wedding!" The room erupted into cheers and whistles. Max tensed, and Y/n flushed crimson, ready to crawl under the table. "You two are so cute together." Daniel’s aunt added. "So happy that Daniel and Heidi got you two together in the end."

"Excuse me. I have to-" Y/n said quietly, bolting for the garden terrace. Max followed her, stopping as he caught her standing by the railing, arms wrapped tightly around herself. "Y/n?"

"Don't." She shook her head, blinking back tears she hadn’t expected. "This was a mistake." Max stepped closer. "Look, I know we don’t get along, but-"

"Max, that is not the problem!" She exhaled shakily. "I heard you that morning. At Daniel’s place. When you said I was like every other woman and you didn’t care that I left." Max froze, his mouth parting slightly. "You… heard that?" Y/n nodded, avoiding his gaze. "I ran because I was nervous, not because I regretted it. But hearing you say that-"

"I didn't mean it. Max interrupted, his voice low. "I was… frustrated. You left without a word, Y/n, and no one has ever done that to me before."

"You still shouldn’t have said it." Max let out a long breath, stepping beside her. "You’re right. I’m sorry. I’ve regretted it ever since." They stood in silence for a moment before Max stepped closer. "For what it’s worth, I didn’t want this to just be fake. I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of pretending." He said softly. Y/n turned to face him, surprise flickering across her features. "You mean that?"

"I do."

Slowly, Y/n let down her guard. "Maybe we stop pretending, then."

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By the time the wedding day arrived, Max and Y/n were no longer 'fake'. "You two didn’t really need my help, did you?" Daniel chuckled. Max grinned, wrapping an arm around Y/n as she laughed at Daniel’s dumbfounded expression. "Maybe next time, don’t meddle so much." Y/n teased. Daniel groaned. "Next time? Oh, come on! You guys just started dating, don't break up yet."

As the happy couple danced under the lights, Max leaned closer to Y/n and whispered, "Running away again after tonight?" She smirked. "Not this time."

[mika-thexd]

Asshole Playboy rindou! Who is such an asshole and is a walking red flag— I'm talking— the red Sea kind of red flag (ignoring how he's canonically a green flag)

Asshole Playboy Rindou! Who's the type of boy who flirts with pretty girls and talks shit infornt of unconventionally attractive girls.

Asshole Playboy Rindou! Who was such an asshole when you guys locked eyes— when you guys were staring into eachother's soul.

Asshole Playboy Rindou! Who's actually your soul mate but doesn't know that because... When he first met you— the moment you guys bumped together, his reply was "fucking asshole, watch where you're going"

Asshole Playboy Rindou! Who; after he bumped into you immediately saw a bunch of pretty girls in the distance and immediately flirted with them. While you were standing taken aback, because you just discovered this asshole of a Playboy is your soul mate.

Asshole Playboy Rindou! Who only flirts because of his sole reason— purpose even— was the words ingrained in his wrist; "I don't think I can ever forgive you"— yes it is crude— but this is the first words his soulmate says to him so, he reasoned that if he flirts with every girl in the town will somehow— change they're opinion of him.

Asshole Playboy Rindou! Who never realized that the girl he bumped into was actually his soulmate. But driven by determination, he completely missed his opportunity— his opportunity to get to know you better!

Asshole Playboy Rindou! Who knew he was fucked up when you two bumped into again, but this time you were so— tired that you never realized that you looked a little bit more... Worse than you did before and he took notice of it and made fun of you; since you looked more— average and he didn't like that.

Asshole Playboy Rindou! Who kept it up— the bullying— because of your appearance, because you didn't look exceptionally attractive. But when you made the mistake of wearing a T-shirt instead of a sweater— he saw the words engraved into your wrists; "fucking asshole, watch where you're going"

Asshole Playboy Rindou! Who got his air knocked out of his lungs when he saw those words, the exact words that he said to you when you bumped into him. He knew he fucked up.

Asshole Playboy Rindou! Who noticed how you immediately covered it up and avoided his scrutinized gaze. You ran away from him, and he hated that— he hated how his soulmate now fucking hates his guts because of his asshole behavior.

Asshole Playboy Rindou! Who, made it his life mission to apologize to you. Who made a point by showing up to your doorstep with a Boquet of roses.

Asshole Playboy Rindou! Whose heart drops when he sees your eyes— how it was close to crying— not because of how sweet his apology gift is— but because you didn't accept his apology, your eyes just told him everything.

"I don't think I can ever forgive you"

Asshole Playboy Rindou! Who got a door slammed on his face that day.

A/n

I got part two and a drabble for this! So don't you worry I got you guys fed

[jjaehyunnxie]

"This night is all about you"

virgin!reader x dom!jisung

a/n: this insta post of his got me running laps. also dom!jisung needs more recognition.

! MDNI, passionate sex, size difference kink

Red roses in your hand, your coat hanging slightly off your right shoulder as Jisung’s lips press harder against yours, shutting the door behind you. Enveloping yourself in the warmth of your boyfriend’s apartment, it’s as if all your worries just melt away.

Your body reacts deliciously to every touch of Jisung. The way his fingers trace your curves over your clothes, the way his hands slide behind your head to push you more into the kiss, earning a sweet moan from you.

You both take off your shoes in a hurry, trying to spend as little time separated from eachother’s lips as possible. You stumble back, Jisung’s hands secured on your hips, assuring you that you won’t fall—and if even if you did fall, he’d be right there to catch you.

Your back is pressed against a wall as you pull away from the kiss from just a short moment, taking in everything that’s happening. Jisung looked at you with a needy and dazed look, your lipstick smudged on his lips and chin.

He leans in to cut the distance between you but suddenly, a rush of uncertainty hits you. “Wait…Jie…” you say quietly, your hands on his chest to stop him.

His eyebrows raise slightly, worry plastered on his face. “What’s wrong, baby?” his voice is low, reassuring.

“I just…I don’t know if I’m ready.” you avoid his gaze, voice dropping with shame.

He shakes his head. “It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, okay? This night is all about you.” he leans in to press a kiss on your jaw, inching lower till he gets to your shoulders.

His hands lower to your hips, picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you to his bedroom. His gaze never leaves yours, eyes looking up at you with adoration as your fingers tangle in his hair.

Jisung places you down on the bed as if you were a fragile work of art. The way the warm light of his lamp lit up half of your face, tracing over the fine curves of your lips and enhancing the rich colour of your eyes.

His hands cup your face, unable to resist giving you a cute kiss. “You’re so beautiful tonight.”

“Jie…”

He senses it. Your voice being needier, your eyes speaking more than your words. You needed him, you were just unsure how to say it.

He studies your expression. “Are you sure?” he asks, his voice soft and patient. You nod, biting your lip in anticipation.

A wide smile spreads on his face. “Alright, baby. I’m gonna make you feel good, okay? Trust me.” His words were strong enough to push away all the worries you once had about this.

He takes his time to strip your clothes down, fingers slipping under your shirt before carefully pulling it over your head. The sudden cold sends a shiver through you, but Jisung’s large warm hands and soft lips are quick to warm you up.

Your body flinches at every touch he makes. His tender hands searching for your sensitive spots that make your lips part. Soon enough, your bra is unclipped by Jisung, as he takes it off, throwing it onto the floor.

He groans at the sight of your bare breasts, right in front of him. His eyes seem almost predatory as he tries to keep his composure. “Yn…you’re so beautiful. I’m so lucky—fuck.” His big hands cup your breasts, fondling it gently, earning more tasty moans from you.

You can feel your core getting wetter and wetter as he continues his foreplay. He doesn’t miss your thighs pressing together and rubbing, desperately searching for some friction.

“You getting wet down here, baby?” You nod pathetically, his fingers rubbing on that hot spot, hidden under your jeans. “You poor thing. I’ll help you out, baby, don’t worry.” he says while he carefully unzips your pants, pulling them down along with your panties, revealing your plush pussy to him. He swallows hard, sliding his middle finger through your slit and gathering all of your love juices. “Fuck, darling…You’re such a tease, you know that?.”

His finger slips in, eyes examining your expression, searching for any signs of discomfort. “Hold my hand, baby. If it hurts, just squeeze it tightly, okay?”

Jisung’s finger inches deeper, going in till it reaches his knuckles. He kisses your face as a way to praise you, not forgetting to remind you just how well you’re doing for him. “I’m gonna move now, okay?”

His long fingers start thrusting in and out of you, a slow and tender pace, as his thumb finds your clit, rubbing at it.

“Jie…I want more…” you say shyly. Jisung smiles softly, nodding and slipping another finger in.

You tighten your grip on his hand from the slight pain, a signal that makes him slow down his movements and whisper sweet words to you while offering you loving kisses. “You’re doing amazing, darling.”

His two fingers, successfully knuckles deep into you, start to thrust at a teasingly slow pace. Your hips grind against his fingers for more friction as the pain turns to pleasure. He chuckles, loving the way your body just reacts so openly to his touches. He curls his fingers upwards, hitting a spot that makes your back arch and cunt clench on him. Once he finds it, he doesn't let it go, hitting it continuously, savouring how your eyes fill with bliss.

"Fuck, wait. Stop." you suddenly say and he stops without hesitating. "What's wrong? Does it still hurt?" his voice is coated with a thick layer of concern as he examines your face for any signs of discomfort.

You shake your head. "No, it's just...I don't wanna cum yet...." your wishes were so hard to word out, especially when the pleasure was slowly fogging your mind up - still, he understood exactly what you were referring to, your eyes saying more than your words did. He followed your gaze to the growing bulge in his pants.

"Okay, baby, okay. I know what you want. You wanna cum on my cock, don't you?" his large hand cups his bulge, underlining his words. You nod eagerly, eyes enlarging as the clinking of his belt unbuckling fills the room. You wait patiently as he teasingly pulls down his pants, followed by his boxers, setting his large length free. Jisung notices the slight worry in your eyes, "Don't worry, I'll be extra careful. The last thing I want is to hurt you. Do you trust me?"

His gaze is genuine, his words sound genuine, and even the way his hand gently strokes your chin lovingly seems genuine. How could you not trust him.

With a confident nod, Jisung takes his time, rubbing the tip up and down your slit before sliding it in, letting you adjust to his size before continuing. He had his hand intertwined with yours the whole time, eyes fixed on your expression, and freezing still whenever you whined or a tear rolled down your chin. His tender voice calming you down, whispering sweet nothings into your ear - which worked like magic whenever you tightened up around him.

"You're doing so good for me." as he pressed gentle kisses on your neck, tracing them down to your collarbone.

"Just like that." when you lightly clenched around him, making his cock twitch inside you.

"Good job." once his length was half-way in, the stroking of his hands on your waist earning soft moans from you.

"A little more...There we go." and he was fully connected with you, a moment that filled his heart with adoration. To have you so close, to be able to hug you and hold you as tightly as possible. "Fuck, baby. I can't take it anymore. I'm gonna move, okay? - Fuckk, I'm so sorry."

His pace was slow at first, but the more he felt your walls drag around him, the more he heard your moans in sync with his pounds, the more his thrusting picked up speed. "I got you, baby. You're mine, all mine...Fucking hell..."

Your fragile and small figure against his large hands. The way your breasts fit his grip so perfectly. The way you whined whenever his nails dug into your waist. And the way he could feel himself as he pressed his fingers lightly on your stomach. You were so precious and brittle.

"Jie, slow...fuck...slow down..." Your hands grip onto the pillow under your head, his pace hurrying as you can feel his cock throbbing in you.

"I'm sorry, baby...I'm so close, fuck" He wrapped his arms around you, pulling your body up and into an embrace as he thrusted into you at a different angle. He stroked your hair tenderly, as his lips nibbled on your ear.

With a few more hard thrusts he came in you, hips stuttering. The warmth of his release made you cum quickly after him, riding out his orgasm as your cunt throbbed around him. He held you in his embrace while you both caught your breaths before he pulled away, looking into your eyes lovingly.

"I love you so much." he says with honest eyes; eyebrows raising as he anticipates an answer back.

"I love you, too, Jie."