trashmancer · 9 months ago
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Domestic bathing Wyllstarion fluff for draculastarion on the Wyllstarion! discord server Valentine exchange 💕
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pastryfication · 2 months ago
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oscar taking care of his girlfriend who’s suffering with nausea and dizziness. like he helps her around the house, brings her food, turns into her personal blanket… i am a sucker for sweet bf oscar piastri
i’ll always take care of you
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pairing: oscar piastri x reader note: haven’t proofread this so i apologise for any mistakes!! hope you like it <33
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oscar had always been attentive—the most observant and caring boyfriend you’ve ever had—but today he seemed to have turned his attentiveness into a whole new art form.
you’d been feeling unwell since the morning—waves of nausea and dizziness that left you unsteady on your feet and far too tired to do much more than rest on the couch. he noticed the moment he saw you, a concerned frown creasing his brow as he knelt beside you.
“hey, you okay?” he asked softly, his hand brushing a strand of hair away from your forehead.
you managed a small smile, though it was weak. “just feeling a bit off. dizzy and nauseous. i think i might need to rest.”
oscar’s frown deepened as he nodded immediately. “okay, you stay right there,” he said firmly, standing up. “i’ll get you some water and maybe something light to eat, just in case.”
he moved around the kitchen with a quiet efficiency, fetching a glass of cold water and preparing a small plate of plain toast. when he returned, he set everything down on the coffee table beside you and sat next to you, his eyes never leaving your face.
“here,” he murmured, holding the glass to your lips. “just sip a little, don’t force it.”
you did as he said, taking small sips of water, grateful for his patience. oscar watched you with that focused expression he usually reserved for the track, like nothing else mattered but making sure you were okay. after a few sips, you leaned back, closing your eyes as another wave of dizziness washed over you.
“this feeling sucks,” you muttered, frustrated with how your body seemed to betray you. “i can’t even stand up without feeling like i’m going to fall over.”
oscar shook his head and slid an arm around your shoulders, gently guiding your body to rest against him. “you’re just not feeling well, love, and that’s okay. i’m here to help, alright?”
you sighed, leaning into his warmth, your head resting on his shoulder. “don’t you have something better to do?”
oscar’s arms tightened around you, pulling you closer. “you’re not a burden if that’s what you think.” he said, his voice firm but gentle. “i want to take care of you. it’s what i’m here for.”
he rubbed your back soothingly, his touch light and comforting. he held you like that for a while, his body warm against yours, his steady breathing helping to calm the spinning sensation in your head. you felt a little better, enough to open your eyes and look up at him.
“thank you,” you whispered, your voice soft. “you’re too good to me.”
he smiled, his hand moving to gently stroke your hair. “you deserve it,” he replied. “and besides, i kind of like holding you like this.”
you laughed softly, the sound weak but genuine. “oh, yeah? planning to keep me warm and cozy forever?”
oscar’s smile widened, his eyes gleaming with affection. “that’s the plan,” he said. “but first, let’s get you to the bedroom so you can lie down properly.”
he stood up slowly, snaking his arms around your body to lift you bridal style. his touch was gentle, as if you were made of glass, and when you held onto his bicep for safety when he started moving, he smiled softly down at you.
when you finally reached the bed, he helped you sit down and then guided you to lie back, adjusting the pillows behind you. he pulled the blanket up over you and tucked it around your sides, his hands smoothing the fabric with a tenderness that made your heart swell.
“do you want anything else?” he asked softly, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “more water? a different snack? i can get you whatever you need.”
you shook your head. “just . . . stay with me?”
oscar’s expression softened, and he nodded immediately. “of course,” he said, climbing into the bed beside you. he shifted closer, wrapping his arms around you, letting you rest your head on his chest.
his warmth seeped into you, his steady heartbeat a comforting rhythm beneath your ear. he held you like that, like you were something precious and fragile, his fingers tracing light patterns along your arm. every so often, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, murmuring softly about nothing in particular—little stories, jokes, anything to distract you from the discomfort.
you felt yourself relaxing more, the dizziness fading slightly with the comfort of his touch and his presence. you closed your eyes, breathing in his scent, and felt a small smile form on your lips. “i’m so lucky to have you,” you murmured sleepily.
oscar’s arms tightened around you just a little bit more, his lips brushing against your hair. “no,” he whispered back, his voice filled with quiet conviction. “i’m the lucky one.”
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monstersighing · 7 months ago
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MDNI 18+
Summer Storm
Tentacled Sea God Monster x AFAB Reader
Words: 1600
Content Warnings: NSFW, tentacles, non-human genitalia, light somnophilia, blindfolding, come play, praise kink, face fucking.
A prequel to this.
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You move to the town in spring. It’s a quaint place next to the sea and the job you lucked into keeps you busy during the day, but the nights are lonely.
The locals are nice enough but seem shocked whenever you tell them you’re living right next to the seashore. The rent was suspiciously low and the homes on either side of you are empty. You assumed it was because it was out of season and the other houses were holiday homes. Once, your colleague muttered about bewitching sea creatures. You laughed because who believes in things like that in the modern world. You chalked it up as a story made up to scare out-of-towners.
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Summer should be over, but a late heat wave has you hot and restless. You’ve left the window open a crack and the breeze blows over your skin as you lie on your bed. It’s humid and you’ve stripped down to your underwear. You hope the weather will break soon.
No one comes to this end of the beach to walk or even in a boat to fish, perhaps because of the sharp rocks that poke out of the sea, visible even at high tide. You leave the curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in your bedroom open at night. You don’t bother to close them when you slide your hands up to palm your chest and tease each nipple.
You’re restless, so you tease your hands over the sensitive skin of your thighs, circling your fingers closer to your cunt and then away, over and over. You think about what you want: to be held tight, to be told what to do, to be fucked until you can’t think. You slide two fingers across your leaking cunt, gather the wetness and rub it over your clit. When you push those fingers inside your hole you imagine being fucked into and brought to the edge of pleasure over and over until your cunt not being filled would feel like a loss. You come hard, with your pussy clenching at your fingers.
I want someone to take me, you think as you fall asleep.
You dream of walking out of your home and onto the sand, and then into the cool water of the sea, guided by a voice that tells you it will give you what you want; that it will give you what you need. The water laps against your ankles, and you wade forward until you are knee-deep. You turn and look at your home on the seashore, your bedside lamp lighting up the bedroom.
You sense a presence behind you. Before you can turn, hands grasp your arms and sharp teeth press into the side of your neck.
“Mine,” a voice says, warm and possessive.
A body, tall and broad, presses against your back and then you feel something slipping over your waist. You look down to see tentacles. Tiny pinpricks of light shift over their surface, and their tips stroke across any exposed piece of skin they can reach.
“Yours? Take me then.” You push your underwear down your hips and kick them into the water, and press your ass back against the body behind you, then--
You wake up to the blare of your alarm.
After lying in bed for a few minutes replaying the dream – how vivid it was, and how strange - you shake it off and get up to get a shower before work.
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This dream is different. You’re laid out on your bed and being covered with a thousand touches. Tentacles shift against your thighs, others squeeze your breasts and use their suckers to pull at your nipples, making them stiff and tender.
You push your thighs together, aching for friction.
“No,” a voice says.
You jerk and open your eyes, but it stays dark. Your hands reach up and you feel something pressing across your eyes. Heavy, cylindrical, cool to the touch: another of this creature’s appendages, then? It’s pressed lightly across your eyes, like a blindfold.
“I came for you,” a voice says from above you. It’s the voice from the dream, low and vibrating.
“You- you were a dream.”
“I’m not that. I am what the people here used to call a god of the sea, and worship as such. I hear pleas like yours. And I decide whether to answer them.” The bed dips under his weight and you smell the bright marine scent of the sea god as he crouches above you. His hands press down on either side of your head, and he rumbles in your ear, “I heard you, and then I saw you. You looked so desperate laid out on your bed. So alone. I decided to answer. And now I am here.” He presses a thumb to your lower lip and strokes. “Do you want me to continue?”
You nod your head.
“Out loud.”
“Yes,” you say.
“Good girl,” the sea god says, and you feel a rush of heat flush down your face and neck.
“My name is [name], not girl,” you say.
There’s a huff of amusement from the sea god, and he says, “You may call me Lir.” And then the tentacles around your thighs tighten and pull your legs apart and fold your knees.
Lir’s finger trails up your slit and begins to rub at your clit. “You look perfect,” he says. You feel vulnerable, exposed like this.
“I want to see you,” you say.
“When you’ve earned it.”
He kisses you then. His mouth tastes of salt. His finger continues to rub at your clit as a tentacle joins it, circling your entrance. It pushes inside slowly, the girth increasing as it goes until you feel stretched and full. Another feeler wriggles in after. The two tentacles set up an undulating rhythm, pushing in and out in counterpoint. Pleasure rises within you in overlapping waves.
Lir’s position above you means you can feel his cock graze the skin of your heaving belly and drip pre-cum on your skin. The brush of his cock, the sound of his tentacles inside your wet hole: It’s both too much and not enough. But when you try to shift - to push the tentacles further inside or pull away, you’re not sure - the appendages on your thighs just grip tighter, holding you immobile.
The tentacles inside you twine then stiffen further, pushing at the walls of your cunt. You tilt up your chin, a silent please to be kissed, and Lir does. As his tongue slips into your mouth there is a simultaneous push in and up by the tenacles inside you, and they hit a spot that turns everything into white noise. They return to that spot again and again until you come with your hips trying to jerk up and failing, your body still pinned in place.
The tentacle over your eyes slips away, but you keep your eyes closed. The ones in your cunt untwine and slowly slip out of your swollen hole, leaving you feeling empty. Your legs are lowered to the bed.
“You were good,” Lir says. “So you may open your eyes.”
You do, and you see he is beautiful. Bent above you so your face is almost touching his, you can see his skin is mottled in shades of dark and paler grey. His eyes are large and intense, and his hair surrounds his face in black waves. His face looks kinder than you imagined, and his mouth is wide and generous.
You look down and see the proud jut of his cock. It’s thick, with a ring of suckers near its base. A fringe of small feelers surrounds it where a man might have pubic hair. You want it in your mouth.
“Please,” you say, “please let me-” And you don’t finish because Lir’s hands are around your waist to pull you up against the headboard of the bed. He rises and pushes his cock towards you, and you lean forward to suck it into your mouth.
The thickness of Lir's cock makes your mouth stretch wide, and drool drips down your chin. It’s too long to fit fully so you alternate between taking as much as you can and pulling off to twist your hand around the base whilst lapping at the head. Lir’s hips shift minutely back and forth. His hand settles on top of your head but it doesn’t push. With a frustrated noise, you pull your mouth off his cock and say, “Do it.”
Lir's hands tighten in your hair, and he pulls your face forward until your lips are stretched around the ringed base of his cock. You feel it head slam against the back of your throat, shift back and then slip past as he fucks your face. Back and forth, back and forth: his cock fills your mouth so fully that you can’t breathe. Your eyes water as he holds your head against his crotch and his cock slips deep into your throat. You feel his cock twitch, and with a grunt, he pulls you off and tilts your face back. He grips his cock with his other hand and pumps it - once, twice - and comes across your mouth and chin in spurts.
When your breath has become less ragged, you lean forward, close your eyes and lick the head of Lir’s cock clean. The tendrils around the base of his cock fan across your face as you do this, brushing the spilt come into your mouth for you to swallow. Your mind drifts, and it’s only Lir’s hand on your face that makes you open your eyes again.
“Sleep now,” Lir says. He turns you onto your side and settles behind you. His arm drapes over your waist, and his tentacles tangle around your legs.
“Sweet dreams,” you say. Lir makes a noise that might just be amusement and presses a closed-mouthed kiss to the back of your neck.
You look out of the window and see that it has begun to rain.
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mxltifxnd0m · 4 months ago
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pillowtalk ☼ s. winchester
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summary: a morning spent in sam's arms
pairings: sam winchester x reader, sam winchester x fem! reader
word count: 2.2K
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warnings: no use of y/n, not beta'd, fluff, sam's morning voice (yes its a warning), suggestive themes, spicy, implied smut but no actual smut, but for this fic: MINORS DNI
a/n: this was birthed out of god knows where but was inspired by that photo above and I love sammy so much (also this came out a little more smutty than I intended LOL)
bestie mari @prentissluvr i hope you enjoy this as much as i did writing this last night 🤭
please reblog and lmk your thoughts and opinions!! i wanna hear what you guys thought about the fic!
𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵
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The soft rays of sunlight filtered through the room as the sun rose for the incoming day. The light hit your eyes, and you inhaled deeply as you prepared to open your eyes. You could feel the light breeze flowing into the room from the open window of the balcony. You were about to roll over to Sam's side of the bed, thinking it would be empty, but then felt the warmth of his bare chest.
You slowly opened your eyes, blinking a few times before tilting your head up and finding Sam's eyes already on you. You stared into his eyes, seeing the flecks of brown and gold within the green of his gaze. Then your eyes moved from his to the mole near his left eye, the slope of his nose, and to his mouth, a tender smile dancing on his lips as you felt him cup your cheek, his thumb brushing softly against it.
"Morning." Sam's voice was soft and low, sounding a little hoarse from just waking up.
Oh god, his voice. You thought to yourself as you felt some heat begin to brew in your core. The deep rasp of Sam's voice filled the mostly silent room.
"How long have you been up?" Your own voice had a faint rasp to it.
"Not long."
You mirrored his smile. "Has anyone told you staring is rude Winchester?"
Sam chuckled lowly, making your chest fill with warmth. "Yes, but I can't help but look at my pretty girl in the morning."
You felt yourself flush at the compliment. Even if you and Sam have been together for a while now, you would never get used to hearing Sam saying the sweetest things to you.
Your smile grew wider. "Who knew Sam Winchester was such a sucker for me," You teased before leaning forward to give him a soft kiss on his lips.
You felt Sam's smile widen and pulled back slightly. "I always will be," He murmured against your lips before melting into the kiss.
It soon turned passionate as kisses with Sam always did. You adjusted yourself so you were laying on top of Sam, chest to chest, almost hovering over him as your legs fell beside his hips and so that your neck wasn't being strained from the awkward angle you were in.
Sam's hand moved from your cheek to the back of your neck, and you felt his tongue swiping at the seam of your lips, but you broke away from him before he could.
You opened your eyes to find Sam's slightly swollen lips in a pout, and the hand that was on your neck was trying to pull you back to his lips. You chuckled at the puppy dog look he was giving you.
"Morning breath," You explained as to why you broke away from the kiss.
Sam frowned. "Don't care." He continued to give his puppy dog look combined with his (adorable) pout.
Despite almost giving in (the look that he gave you nearly worked every time), you rolled your eyes as you pulled away from him and sat up, straddling him. He let his hand fall from your neck as you sat up, his hands finding your naked thighs. You glanced at the digital clock on the nearest nightstand, '6:39 AM'.
You looked back at Sam. "You going to run today?"
He shook his head, his hair moving as it fanned out against the white cotton of the pillow sheets.
You gasped dramatically, your hand shooting to your chest. "Sam Winchester choosing not to go out on his morning run? Alert the press! Samuel Will-"
You were cut off by a sharp yelp escaping your mouth as your world tilted suddenly. You were on your back, with Sam's hands settling beside your head, making the pillow sink and hovering over you with a smirk plastered on his face.
"Were you just about to say my full government name?" Sam questioned, his tone barely concealing the mirth within it.
You nodded, your face taking on a serious expression. "Yes. The world needs to know that you're willingly skipping your daily morning run."
Sam scoffed and rolled his eyes at you, but you could see the corner of his mouth twitch. "Well, someone planned this vacation, and I think I can skip a day or two of running."
When you proposed the idea of a vacation, he was very resistant to the idea, not wanting to leave Dean alone to hunt. The three of you were hunting constantly, barely staying at the bunker for a day or two before getting back in the Impala and going to a different state to kill another monster.
As much as you loved Dean, you wanted to spend some time with Sam alone, just the two of you. Sharing a motel room with his brother didn't afford any privacy as well. Besides, by the time you guys finished with a hunt and got back to the bunker, you and Sam were exhausted and had collapsed in bed.
You just wanted a break from hunting and wanted to spend time with your boyfriend without the company of his brother, so you came up with the idea of a vacation. It took a lot of convincing on your part, but Sam's stubbornness almost won out every time you brought up the word vacation.
It took you, Dean, Jody, and even Garth to convince him that a vacation wouldn't hurt. But he'd only go if Dean promised that he wouldn't hunt without a partner, which he easily agreed to (you could have kissed Dean for agreeing to Sam's terms).
You raised an unconvinced eyebrow at him.
Sam's mouth fell open slightly. "You don't believe me?"
"You went running yesterday, the day before, and the day we got here."
Sam opened his mouth to respond before closing it. You grinned at the lack of response from the man above you.
"I'm glad that I can prove you wrong and render you speechless with a single sentence." You cooed, pinching one of Sam's cheeks like a grandmother would greeting her grandchild.
Sam gently slapped your hand away with a slight scowl on his face, making you laugh. Sam was still hovering over you, and his expression soon changed from a scowl to a smirk. You saw his eyes glint with mischief, making you stop laughing.
You knew what that smirk meant. "Samuel, no." You said warningly.
Sam continued to smirk as he went from hovering over you to straddling your hips. Before you knew it, you erupted into giggles, Sam attacking your sides with his hands, poking and tickling you.
You thrashed around in the bed, kicking your feet, trying to get away from Sam, but it was fruitless.
Sam's melodic laughter joined yours as it filled the room. You were yelling at him to stop, but he continued to tickle you. It was almost impossible to get Sam's large frame off of you; he was just a wall of muscle, and he had the advantage.
"S-Sam! Pl-please st-opp!" You could barely get the words out. Tears lined your vision as you tried to squirm away from Sam's relentless hands.
"What are the magic words?" Sam asked. You could hear the amusement coating his words. The son of a bitch you called your boyfriend was enjoying this a little too much.
"I-I do-n't k-know! P-please?!" You all but shrieked.
Sam's hands finally pulled away from your body, and you felt like you could finally breathe. You took in gulps of air as you tried to catch your breath. Your sides hurt from the sudden tickle attack.
"The magic word was actually angel blade. But I wanted to be nice." You scowled up at the smug look on your boyfriend's face.
"I wish I had packed one so I could use it on you."
Sam let out a laugh at your words that shook his entire body. His bare chest was shaking with laughter. You couldn't help but grin at one of your favorite sounds that came from him.
At this point, the sun rose further up in the sky and filled the room with its golden light, highlighting Sam's features and giving him an ethereal glow.
He's so beautiful. Your smile turned softer as you watched him laugh. As you admired him, you noticed that he looked younger when he laughed, his head thrown back and the corner of his eyes crinkled with joy.
When he had calmed down, the broad smile on his face never faltered, and the tenseness that he always seemed to hold fell off his shoulders as he looked at you with his hazel eyes. Sam looked visibly lighter when he was relaxed, and he didn't have to look over his shoulder to see if there was any danger.
You tried to shift up the bed so your back was resting on the headboard. Sam lifted himself to allow you to move, and once you were settled, he shuffled forward to straddle you again.
It would look comical to anyone who saw the two of you in this position. Sam was practically twice your size as he straddled your smaller frame. But this was normal for the two of you. Your hands moved from the bed to rest on Sam's hips, your thumbs swiping against his hipbones that weren't covered by the boxers that he was wearing.
"So, no run today?" You asked again.
Sam nodded. "No run today. But..." He trailed off, leaning closer to you and resting his forehead on yours.
"But?" You asked him, your eyes half-lidded as your lips brushed against his.
"I know another way to get my cardio in." You felt Sam's lips stretch into a smirk.
You hummed in response. "Oh really? How so?"
Sam kissed you hard in response, not wasting a second before his tongue swiped at the seam of your lips and dived into your mouth. A low whine escaped you as Sam's tongue swiped against yours. Your hands wandered from his hips and up his bare chest, feeling his muscles clench as your hands roamed his torso.
Sam grunted against your lips as your hands made their way to his pecs and teased his nipples with your thumbs.
He broke the kiss. "You're playing with fire." Sam grumbled as he trailed his kisses down your jaw. You chuckled in response and took the chance to flip your positions. You moved your hands up his shoulders, lifted your hips up, and turned quickly.
Sam let a quiet 'oof' escape his lips from the abrupt move, the springs of the bed creaking a little, but before he could say anything, you straddled him and smashed your lips against his. You felt his hands land on your waist before they slid down to your ass and squeezed it. It made you grind against the bulge that was growing in his boxers.
Your hands moved from his shoulders to the nape of his neck and tugged at the short hairs at the back of it, making him growl against your lips and nip at your bottom lip. His kisses trailed across your jaw and down your neck, his scruff scratching at your skin slightly.
Quiet moans left your mouth as Sam sucked and nipped at your neck, and his hands moved to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up. He pulled away slightly to pull your (his) shirt off of you, leaving you in only your underwear. Sam's gaze felt like it was burning you as he stared at your bare torso, focusing on your heaving chest. His gaze traveled up to your spit-slicked swollen lips before meeting your eyes.
Sam's calloused hands moved to settle on your sides, his thumbs just resting on the underside of your breasts. His eyes were filled with love and desire. Sam leaned forward and brushed his lips against yours.
"I love you." He whispered.
You smiled at his words. "I know."
Sam pulled back slightly and groaned at your words. "You seriously didn't just quote Han Solo at me."
You laughed at Sam's reaction. "I did." You grinned cheekily at him.
Sam shook his head at you. "You're ridiculous."
"Yet you love me anyways."
"Yeah, I do."
You leaned closer to him. "Happy Anniversary."
Sam's eyes went so wide you'd think they fell out. You could see the panic run through him.
"It's fine, Sam." You chuckled at his bug-eyed look.
"I forgot our anniversary." Guilt filled his features.
You brushed a lock of hair out of Sam's face, your hand resting on his cheek. "Sam, honey. It's fine. I had a feeling you'd forget, so that's why I wanted to plan this trip."
"But-" You shushed him.
"We had a lot of stuff on our plate with hunting, and honestly, all I wanted for you to do is relax."
Sam still didn't look convinced; his lips pulled into a thin line.
"Sammy, it's fine. You don't have to worry about a gift or anything. Your gift to me can be you finally not worrying about research or killing monsters, okay?" You reassured him with a gentle smile.
You knew that he'd beat himself over not remembering or getting you a gift. Sam pressed his lips together before nodding.
"Fine. I'll make it up to you in a different way then."
Your head tilted to one side as your small smile turned into a curious one. "How?"
Sam flipped the two of you over. Your bare back hit the mattress again with Sam hovering over you, wearing a devilish smirk.
"By keeping you in this bed and making sure you're not able to walk when I'm done with you."
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karinasbaby · 5 months ago
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jungwon titty sucker
oh so it’s like that huh?
yang jungwon — professional tits sucker at ur service.
P. bf(down bad)!jungwon x fem!reader (17+) | W. jungwon loves tits, tits play, boob appreciation, yes to mommy milkers, we love tits, making out, smut, unprotected sex (don’t), oral fixation won, nasty stuff but mainly bewbs | WC. no idea cuz it’s probably less than 1k | A,N. quick little snack for you nia to calm down while i (try to) work on my won drabble.
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bf!jungwon who has an obsession with holding your tits and squeezing them softly in his hands. there’s just smth about the way his veiny large hands look around your tender flesh whenever he fondles your tits, this obsession slowly branches into him holding onto your boobs whenever the two of you go to sleep. just casually sneaking his cold fingers under your shirt and relishing in the way he feels goosebumps aligning your skin the second his finger tips make contact with your warm breasts.
bf!jungwon who gradually stars becoming more distracted by your tits whenever he fucks you in missionary (his go to position) where he would lay you gently on the soft mattress, tongue brushing against yours as he kisses you while he thrusts in slooowwly inside of you allowing you to adjust to his size before settling on his knees and pulling himself away from your warm embrace, that’s when he starts to pound into your dripping cunt that’s wrapped around him so perfectly. hands gripping tightly around your hips while he pistons his own against yours just to see the sight of your tits bouncing under him.
sometimes he would go as far as to pinching and pulling on your hardened nipples just to hear you mewl out his name in pleasure. loves loves loves to push you past your limits when he decides to lower himself again to capture your nipples in his mouth and suck them harshly.
bf!jungwon who adores it when you ride him. just having him pressed against the headboard with you taking control. giving you the lead every once in a while just to see the sight of your tits bouncing right on top of his face while you push yourself down his leaking cock. staring at your tits mesmerised like a drunk man till he decides to hold onto your hips as he sucks in your nipples inside of his warm mouth while he grinds you against him, he knows that whenever he’s gently biting your nipples with his dick deep inside of you, he gets to make you unravel around him almost instantly.
bf!jungwon who also loves to toy and pull at your nipples whenever he’s eating you out. with your plush thighs wrapped around his head and your hands gripping at the sheets because of the way he’s suckling and licking at your swollen clit, while he would just have his hands squeezing your tits. would look up at you with his pretty cat-like eyes asking “feels good, baby?” as if he hasn’t made you cum on his mouth twice already, would squeeze and dig his nails around your breasts if you take too long to respond. and would only hum in approval around your clit when you gasp “yes! won s’good!” just to enjoy the way your legs shake and twitch on his broad shoulders.
bf!jungwon who— finally after a long night settles next to your naked form with either his own bare chest pressed against your back so he could hold onto your tits and fall asleep (due to him constantly claiming about how he ‘can’t fall asleep without holding onto your boobs’) or with his mouth latched onto your nipple (to satisfy his oral fixation that he refuses to admit he has) as you play with his hair and lull him and yourself to sleep
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a,n. jungwon debut on my acc woohooo ! also this is not proofread <3 i wrote this in literally 8 mins at 5 am so im sorry if its bad but ily have a good day / night
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dulaglutide · 1 year ago
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I won’t lie, I’m a sucker for yandere characters x a willing darling (I’m going to hell for it-). But can you write some scenarios where the yandere Upper moons kidnap Reader and she begins to cry. They of course think it’s because she’s scared but she soon explains she’s crying because she’s never had someone love her enough to want to keep her around for long. So to Reader, getting kidnapped is the most loving thing someone’s done to her. (*cough* please include the Hantengu clones *cough*)
Aizetsu can kidnap me whenever he wants I will not be upset by it if anything I’d be the one kidnapping him WARNINGS⚠️: mentions of kidnapping, swearing
Yandere! Uppermoons x willing! fem reader
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Kokushibo
When you started tearing up he was a little annoyed
He didn’t want to hear you cry
When he said, “why are you crying”
He assumed he was about to get yelled at because he just kidnapped you
But when you said thank you
He was in shock
What do you mean ‘thank you’? Did you love him back?
”Thank you, nobody has ever loved me before. Let alone kidnapped me because of how much they love me!” You said happily though sobs
He didn’t say anything to you but he did pat you on the head as a form of letting you know that your safe
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Douma
When you started to tear up once he told you why you were their he was dumbfounded
He didn’t understand why you would be crying
”Y-you really mean it?” You said looking into his rainbow eyes gay eyes
He nodded slowly not knowing if this is good or bad
When you started smiling is when he understood that you were happy about it
“Nobody has ever loved me before…….thank you, thank you!” You said looking at him with happy tears in your eyes
”You’re very welcome, my dear!” Douma said kissing your forehead as he untied you knowing that your not going to be leaving
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Akaza
Akaza was scared when he saw you start crying
He didn’t want to make you cry let alone make a WOMAN cry
He just stood there not saying anything looking at you as your cried
He didn’t understand why you had a smile on your face
He was hoping you weren’t actually like Douma
He was shocked when he heard a little thank you come from your lips
He asked, “do you love me back?”
You replied with, “nobody has ever loved me before”
Thats when he knew that you were perfect for him
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Sekido
Sekido was offended when you started crying
”Shut the fuck up your crying is annoying”
When you said “sorry I am just happy that somebody loves me”
He was taken aback
Wait you’re not upset? This is easier than he thought it would be
You tried to stop crying but couldn’t because of how happy you were
He didn’t tell you to shut up this time
Instead he picked you up and held you in his arms in a possessive way
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Karaku
Karaku will be a little annoyed by your crying but he won’t show it
To try and get you to stop crying he kissed you
He was surprised that you kissed him back
He thought you were going to try and get away but when you gave in he was impressed
When he pulled away you said “thank you for loving me”
He was very happy about how willing you were
He replied with, “You welcome baby”
You couldn’t walk the next morning
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Aizetsu
Aizetsu almost started crying when you did
He thought you hated him for kidnapping you
He didn’t want you to hate him
He started rambling apology’s you better love him I swear
This poor angel baby was scared
But when you said that you were happy about him kidnapping you he was in shock
He smiled very very lightly
He was relieved
He untied you and held you close to him telling you how scared you made him
Manipulative
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Urogi
Chicken tenders
When you started crying he wasn’t bothered by it
He started laughing
He didn’t care if he had to break you into being his
It would be fun for him
He put his face really close to yours so your noses were touching and said teasingly “why the sad face” with a fake pout
”I-I’m not said I am happy”
That caught him off guard
It made him happy once he processed that you loved him back
He started covering your face in kisses while telling you how happy he was
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mutsubaki · 7 months ago
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Now, let's talk about "you fought well, Atreides".
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Yes, Feyd-Rautha enjoys the fight. He enjoys the volence. But he is acutely aware of the fact that he is on the Arena. He's a gladiator - Baron put him here for his own entertainment. On a gladiator's arena, one might be a beast, and another one might be a warrior, but both of them face death; the game is rigged to Feyd-Rautha win, but he still could've died.
This gives us a look into Feyd-Rautha's particular kind of madness: he's cruel, he enjoys the acts of violence, but he's not arrogant to assume he'll always land on top. He understands the hierarchy of power very well. It is shown in his behavior in the Emperor's court: he doesn't get himself involved into a battle he can't win, just observes.
And we know who taught him well.
At the Arena, he shares a short, perverted moment of tenderness with his victim - because it could've been him. The fight was rigged against them both: of course Baron expected him to win like this, without a shield, because Feyd-Rautha was put into the Arena in front of millions of his fanatics. When gift is not a gift?
Nothing about this is honorable. You didn't stand a chance, but you fought well, Atreides.
But the second time we hear this, everything changed.
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Baron is dead. For a fleeting moment, Feyd-Rautha is Baron. There is no game within a game. Nobody forces him to step up as a champion. The goal is clear - protect the emperor. Neither fremen or sardaucar will interrupt them.
Finally, he can have his honorable and true fight.
He doesn't kill Paul, while he lays on the floor, because that move would be almost constdered a sucker punch.
And Paul wins the right way. It could've been either of them, but now it's Feyd's choice.
"You fought well, Arteides", and I am grateful for that.
I wonder if Paul catches this gratitude.
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siriuslylantsov · 10 days ago
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birthday kiss
pairing: roomate!spencer reid x reader
description: its readers birthday!
tags: fluffy fluff, first kiss, gn!reader, expensive watch but its okay because papa pasta paid for it, idk bro there are no warnings this is just cute.
a/n: more roomate spencer because i am a sucker for close proximity. this is the watch for reference (i rlly want it, let me live) and im choosing to be ignorant about spencers financial sitch, but in this its a tad too expensive for him. watched gilmore girls before writing this and had the overwhelming urge to write (somewhat) snappy dialogue. happy reading!
wc: 882
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“make a wish.”
spencer holds out the cupcake with a single candle on it infront of your face. you blow out cold air extinguishing the frame with your eyes closed. 
“what’d you wish for?” you.
“i can't tell you, it won't come true.”
the two of you are sitting on the couch, facing each other. it's midnight, which means it's officially your birthday. spencer picked up a cupcake on the way home from work, it was red velvet with assorted coloured sprinkles, very festive. you split the cupcake with him, laughing when he inevitably gets frosting on his nose, swiping it off with your thumb. 
“so i got you something,” he starts as stands up to go get it.
“oh?”
“yeah,” he hands you a neatly wrapped box, sitting back down next to you, a little closer this time to  gauge your reaction. you peel away the paper and a red leather box reveals itself, and in small print; cartier.
“spencer, this isn't funny,” you look up at him, eyes wide.
“open it,” he urges.
you open the box, and your breath hitches. the most beautiful silver watch sits inside it–one you've had your eye on for months.
“this isn't funny,” you repeat, looking at the watch in disbelief. 
he swipes the box, taking the watch out and putting it on you, seeing as how you're frozen. he holds your wrist gently, admiring the piece he got you. he can't help but lift your wrist up and press a kiss to the soft skin, letting his lips linger there for a moment before putting it down.
his tenderness makes you frown. you look down and let out a slightly incredulous scoff. “i can't believe you…” you trail off before returning your glance to him, “how did you afford this?”
“i've got money.”
“i know you do. but you're also splitting the rent with me so that has to put up some spending limitations.”
“ok fair enough,” he surrenders, “rossi hooked me up, and by hooked me up, i mean he paid for most of it.”
you smile, a bright beautiful smile that loves. “that sly fox,” you chuckle, “remind me to kiss him next time i see him.”
“he gets a kiss and i don't?” he fake pouts.
“no, you get a kiss,” you lean over and lightly peck his cheek, you stay close. your lips are still curled up but this time it's a giddy grin.
you have an idea.
“i got something for you too.”
“it's not my birthday, why would you get me something?”
“it just came up,” you shrug.
“okay…” his uselessly veiled scepticism is very obvious.
“close your eyes.”
he does and a small crease forms between his eyebrows in confusion when you don't get up, he can feel the way the cushions dip as you shift in your seat, you're moving closer? why haven't you left to go get it yet? maybe it's in your pocket? maybe-
all rational thought vanishes from his mind when he feels your lips on his, soft. your hand is on his cheek as you kiss him. it's gentle and hesitant and he feels as though he might explode. careful not to make you think he doesn't reciprocate, spencer kisses you back, with a touch of desperation. you hum quietly into the kiss and pull back, resting your forehead on his.
“thank you,” you whisper, the soft puffs of your breath can be felt on his face and he relishes in the proximity.
he laughs, low and behind closed lips. “you're welcome. if i had known that getting you a watch would have earned me a kiss, i would've done it a lot sooner.”
“don't get too excited, dave gets one too.”
he shakes his head with a scoff, forehead still pressed against yours.
“thats what i wished for by the way.”
he leans his head back to look at you, “us kissing?”
“mhm, something like that.” you wished for a lot more than kissing but for now this was perfect.
“well, you know what they say…”
“what?” you inquire, amused.
“if the wish is granted within five minutes of the wish making, you're allowed a second one.”
“really? where'd you hear that?”
“i read it somewhere.”
“no sources?” you retort.
“nope, forgot.”
“likely story.”
you roll your eyes yet you humour him, picking up the liner filled with the mound of frosting you picked off your share of the cupcake earlier and sticking the previously lit candle into it. spencer grabs the match box and relights it.
you get all up in his space again, face dangerously close to his with the contraption you've made held next to you. “i wish you'd kiss me again,” you request, turning your head to blow out the flame. 
his fingers catch your chin to bring your face back to him, “we can definitely arrange that.”
you giggle as his lips hover over yours. “if this wish gets granted within the first five minutes too, do i get a third?”
“you can have whatever you want, angel.”
“good deal,” you murmur against his lips as he kisses you.
it was just a little over 15 minutes into your birthday but you could say with full certainty that this one was going to be your favourite.
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bamfkeeper · 2 months ago
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Sub.
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RQ: 'Hi! I've absolutely adored your work so far! Is there a chance you're up for more gender neutral dom reader, dom/sub, bondage and punishment type beat similar to the previous with Kurt? That type of thing is so hard to come across.' - Anon RQ 2: 'i NEED more sub Kurt getting dicked down (UR BLOG IS AWESOME!! Most in character kurt EVER)' - @wheezyth3dem0n
Pairing: Kurt Wagner x GN!reader (reader's junk either organic or silicone depending on your preference.)
Warnings: 18+ MDNI Smut | dom!reader/sub!kurt, light BDSM, bondage, dom/sub dynamics, some impact play, anal play/anal sex.
A/N: Haven't written nsfw in a minute, most of my focus has been on sfw stuff. But I'm a sucker for sub!Kurt. I don't see a lot of it or read many fics of it so I'm happy to contribute. These requests were from two different blogs, but were similar enough that I combined them together. Not proofread ignore mistakes. WC: 3.3k
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"Ready?" You asked him softly, holding up a long silk ribbon for Kurt to see. He looked at the red silk and he nodded slowly, shifting on the bed and sitting up more to face you properly.
"Ja, I am ready..." he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He remained motionless for a brief moment, his body tense with anticipation. Then, slowly, he turned his gaze towards you, his eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and obedience. "How should I position myself?" he inquired, his tone laced with a hint of eagerness, clearly awaiting your guidance.
You couldn't help but let out a low, appreciative hum in response. He was always so compliant, so eager to please, constantly seeking your direction. You liked him this way…so easy to mold. A familiar thrill of excitement coursed through your body, settling in the pit of your stomach. His yellow eyes, reminiscent of a cat's in the darkness, emitted a faint, ethereal glow in the dimly lit room. Those eyes, wide and filled with an innocent sweetness, looked up at you trustingly, seemingly oblivious to the intense situation that was about to unfold. The juxtaposition of his apparent naivety and the looming events sent a shiver down your spine, further heightening your anticipation.
You circled him slowly, savoring the palpable aura of submission emanating from his form. With each step, you felt your authority over him grow stronger, an intoxicating sensation that coursed through your veins. The power dynamic between you was unmistakable, and you reveled in it. He squirmed uncomfortably on the floor, his movements betraying a mix of anticipation and trepidation. As you completed your circuit, rounding to stand before him once more, his eyes flickered upwards, meeting yours for a brief, charged moment before dropping submissively.
"Now, let's see..." you mused aloud, your voice a silky purr that seemed to caress the air between you. "I think some rope will add a delightful element to our little scene. Red rope, to be precise." A slow, predatory smile curved your lips as you considered the visual. "It will look so good against that exquisite blue skin of yours, don't you think, my dear?" The words rolled off your tongue with deliberate sensuality, each syllable dripping with promise. Your tone alone was enough to elicit a reaction from Kurt, who struggled valiantly to suppress a soft, needy whine that threatened to escape his throat.
You carefully take the velveteen rope, a thoughtful purchase you made to ensure it wouldn't cause any discomfort or harm to his delicate skin, you knew how painful and uncomfortable rope burns were, especially for Kurt and his fuzzy skin. The soft, plush texture of the rope feels luxurious between your fingers as you turn towards him, your eyes meeting his with a mix of anticipation and tenderness. "Now," you say, your voice low and gentle, "I need your wrists, please."
Kurt's gaze meets yours, a flicker of trust and excitement dancing in his eyes. Without hesitation, he extends his arms, offering his wrists to you. You notice the slight twitch of his tail, nervous energy coursing through him. It's a beautiful blend of anxiety and eagerness that you recognize and appreciate during your intimate moments together.
As you begin to wrap the soft rope around his wrists, you're acutely aware of the weight of his trust in you. The responsibility of his vulnerability isn't lost on you, and you take a moment to offer a reassuring smile. "You're doing wonderfully," you murmur, your fingers working deftly yet gently with the rope. "Remember, we can stop at any time if you need to."
You understand, perhaps better than most, the profound level of trust required for these moments. It's not just about the physical act, but the emotional connection, the willingness to be completely open and exposed to another person. As you secure the final knot, you take a moment to appreciate the beauty of this trust, the depth of the connection you share with Kurt.
He raises his gaze to meet yours, his arms slowly descending to rest in front of him. You maintain a deliberate silence, allowing him the opportunity to acclimate to the sensation of the rope against his skin. Your keen eyes scan his form, searching for any subtle indications - a twitch of muscle, a flicker of expression - that might betray discomfort or unease beneath his composed exterior. However, Kurt's demeanor remains steady, his body language conveying a sense of calm acceptance.
After a moment of quiet assessment, he lifts his head once more, his eyes locking with yours. His voice, when it comes, is steady and tinged with a hint of curiosity as he poses the question, "What now?"
"Now..." you whispered, your voice a soft caress against the silence, "I want you to sit very still for me, like a good boy." Your words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken promises. You held his jaw in a grip that was both gentle and firm, a delicate balance of tenderness and control. Slowly, deliberately, you leaned forward, closing the distance between you until your lips were mere millimeters from his skin. With care, you allowed them to graze over the bridge of his nose, a feather-light touch that sent electricity coursing through both of you.
The contact, brief as it was, seemed to ignite something primal within Kurt. A visible shiver ran through his body, starting from where your lips had touched and rippling outwards like waves on a pond. His tail now thrashed wildly behind him, betraying the intensity of his emotions. You watched as his throat worked, adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly, clearly struggling to maintain his composure under your intense gaze and touch.
"I want you to move to the bed for me," you cooed softly, your voice a gentle caress in the quiet room. "Lay on your belly, and keep that beautiful tail of yours to the side." Your words were a tender command, filled with both authority and care. He was in a complete haze by now, his senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. His bright eyes, usually so alert and focused, were now foggy with desire and submission. A soft whine escaped his lips, a sound that was both vulnerable and eager.
With visible effort, he managed to get to his feet, his movements slow and deliberate as he obeyed your command. Each step towards the bed seemed to take an eternity, his body responding to your will rather than his own. He laid down on the bed, his body sinking into the soft sheets. His arms extended in front of him, creating a long, elegant line from his shoulders to his fingertips. The red rope that bound his wrists together stood out in stark contrast against his skin as you said it would, beautiful red swirls wrapping tightly yet tenderly around his indigo skin.
"That's it... I want your tail to be kept to the side at all times, understand? No exceptions, no matter what happens," you spoke authoritatively as you stood behind him, your eyes meticulously raking over his form in this vulnerable position. Your gaze lingered on the curve of his spine, the tension in his muscles, and the way his tail twitched involuntarily under your scrutiny.
"Ja..." he replied softly, his voice barely above a whisper and almost caught in his throat. The single word hung in the air, laden with a mix of anticipation and nervous energy. His tail twitched again, more pronounced this time, the end curling slightly as he exerted visible effort to keep it off to the side as instructed. The thin, velvety fur along its length bristled slightly at your command.
You began with a gentle touch, your fingers delicately threading through the soft strands at the nape of his neck. With deliberate slowness, you initiated a trail of tender kisses, starting from the sensitive skin just below his ear. Your lips traced a path across the expanse of his neck, each kiss like a gentle whisper.
As your ministrations continued, you gradually moved downward, your lips exploring the contours of his body. You paused momentarily at his shoulder blades, pressing soft kisses against the taut muscles there. Then, with meticulous attention, you traced the line of his spine with your fingertip, your lips following the gentle curve of each vertebra.
Throughout your loving exploration, Kurt's reactions were a beautiful symphony to your ears, a slow building one that you would for sure hear more of shortly. Soft whines escaped his lips, intermingling with gentle moans that resonated in the quiet room. His body trembled slightly beneath your touch, clearly eager for more.
You moved down to the round of his ass and rubbed over the muscles there, sighing as you felt him relax under your touch. Gently, you spread him lightly, looking at his pretty purple hole, teasingly pulsing as it flirted with you. "As much as I'd love to just push inside, I know how much you love to play first." You stood up fully and went to your bedside table, grabbing a handful of items.
When you came back to his side, you placed the items along the bed. There was a bottle of lube amongst the toys you had, your hand found the clear bottle and you squeezed some out onto your fingers. "This will be cold," your fingers brushed his hole, making Kurt tense up at the sensation.
"Aah..." he sighed, his body shuddered, "It is...cold." There was a chuckle in his voice, a hint of shyness in it too. He was twitching slightly as your fingers slowly worked into him, the lube aiding you as your fingers gently moved in and out of him. He was tense at first, but as your fingers pumped in and out, you could feel the tight muscle begin to relax.
"Doing okay so far?" You slowly inserted a third finger into him, earning a gasp and soft moan from Kurt in response. He shivered and nodded, "Uh-huh...ja. Gut." He swallowed thickly and he pushed back against your fingers, gaining more confidence as there was no discomfort. "I'm ready for more," he rasped to you, turning enough so he could see your face.
Kurt was flushed, the German squirming with your fingers inside him, he clearly wanted more and he was getting a bit greedy. You pulled your fingers out of him, a slick pop sounded as you did so, his hole throbbed at the absence of your digits.
"Don't whine too much, I'll be filling you up in just a moment. For now...let's just put this here." At your words, Kurt felt a cold sensation on his hole again, though it was firmer than your fingers and more round. As you pushed the plug into him, he felt his ass stretch around the bulb before it settled inside. He moaned out once it was placed in him, his cock was leaking heavily with arousal and staining the sheets below him.
"Good boy, Kurt." You praised, leaning and kissing his tailbone. "I'm going to need you to slicken me up too, so get on your knees for me, baby..." your voice sounded so sweet and hypnotic in his ears, his body followed automatically. He knelt in front of you, looking up as you held your cock in your hand, slowly stroking it. "Suck...get me nice and prepared for you."
His half-lidded eyes blinked slowly at your dick, his tongue came to wet his lips before he scooted closer to you. The flick of his tail behind him showed his raised nerves, his excitement, and he carefully took you in his mouth. He had to be careful, his fangs made giving blowjobs a bit tricky, but he learned.
The first movements were slow, he gave gentle sucks with each bob of his head, taking more into his throat until he was practically deepthroating you without any visible struggle. You let out a soft moan at the raunchy display, fingers tangling in his curly hair and guiding him. "You're filthy," you managed, gently moving your hips forward as his mouth remained on you, throat open to your shallow thrusts and allowing the tip to slide past his tongue and deeper against the flesh of his throat.
He really got into it, sucking hard and eagerly, making you grunt and moan back at him, he got you nice and sloppy, the light fuzz on his face and chin were coated in his saliva as he pulled off you to breathe. "Aah..." he panted, one of his bound hands awkwardly stroking you while his hot breath kept your head warm. "I want it now." He drooled on you, swallowing thickly, his gaze needy.
"So soon? I was hoping to tease you some more baby..." You looked down and tilted your head, "But I see you're a little impatient. Alright...I'll give you what you want. On the bed again. Lay on your belly...just like that, good boy." You guided him to lay down, talking to him the whole time. His tail obediently moved to the side, that pretty muscle on the underside flexing lightly as your thumb ran up it.
"Aah...bitte..."
"Patience..." You chuckled down at him, reaching for the plug and slowly pulling it out of the tight muscle. Damn...he was still so tight. He was going to feel incredible.
You took the time to spread more lube on him just to help, and you positioned your head at his hole. You felt the muscle tightening around the tip, your breath came out sharply as you pushed inside. There was still some resistance, but overall you slid in easy. Kurt mewled feeling you enter his ass, his face deep violet as he squirmed his hips.
"Bitte, move," he whined, clearly a little impatient. You smirked and held his narrow hips, giving him a quick pop on the ass. He gasped as his tail flicked sharply, his hole clenched around you and he whimpered. "I-I said bitte!" He added, as if it were going to entice you.
"I know you did, baby...I'll move for you, you've been so good for me tonight." You praised and ran your hands up and down his back once, a slow and soothing motion before you began to move inside him, your hips pulling and pushing your cock. The thrusts were deliberate and careful, just in case there was any pain there, but you soon realized he didn't feel any discomfort so you picked up the pace.
Kurt groaned as he felt the muscles in his as stretch, it was such a delicious burn, it was dull but enough to make him feel like he was throbbing. His cock bounced, hitting his abdomen with every thrust you gave to him, the poor head inflamed and leaking heavy bits of precum, the thick beads falling to the sheets and creating a web of arousal from his fuzzy belly to his tip with each swing.
You held his hips tight as you fucked him harder and with increased vigor, knowing he was approaching his orgasm soon, you had been thrusting into him for a few minutes now and the way he tightened around your cock and cried for you told you enough. You gave his ass another light spank, earning you a delightful moan. "Does that feel good? Do you like being spanked? I would've never guessed...you're secretly a little deviant aren't you?" You teased, another spank, and another. None of them were hard, but enough to leave a little sting.
"You gonna cum baby? I feel you...you're moving a lot more, chasing that high aren't you?" You teased in his ear, leaning over him while you kept his hips still so your thrusts felt deeper inside him. You angled his body ever so slightly, finally finding that pesky spot. That sweet, electric spot that hid from you, now exposed to your head as you hit the spongy flesh every time. Kurt cried out in pleasure as you continued to stimulate his prostate, you swore you heard him begging within the choir of moans and cries he gave you. "Aa..ach! Don't stop! Bitte, bitte...! So gut..."
He couldn't hold himself back, and he let out the sweetest broken mewl as he came, his cock swollen as thick ropes of white shot from him. They coated his abdomen and chest, some on the blankets below him, a strand hit his face. He accidentally hit you with his tail as the thing thrashed around wildly, and you had to grab hold of it before he hit you again. You felt your body respond to him and you too reached your release with a sudden burst of rapid energy.
Your hips stilled and you both took deep breaths, recovering from your passions. He was spent, laying in his mess as his legs gave out from below him, no that he seemed to care at the moment. Your hands grasped his ass, spreading him as you slowly pulled out of his greedy hole, the sweet thing now slightly swollen and more purple than before. "Pretty boy...you did so good..." You praised, kissing his spine and laying beside him.
The stickiness of the bed made you cringe slightly, but you pushed that discomfort aside, your presence to him was what mattered most right now. With deliberate care, you gently reached for his arms, your fingers working meticulously to unbind the ruby rope that had held him. As you worked, you hummed softly and spoke in a tender, reassuring tone to poor, exhausted Kurt. "That's it, sweetheart... we're almost done," you cooed to calm his nerves and help him through the daze. He let out a soft, appreciative whine in response to you, the sound tugging at your heartstrings, knowing he felt completely spent.
As the last of the rope fell away, you discarded it without a second thought, letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor. Your attention remained wholly focused on him, your fingers returning to his skin. You began to gently massage the areas where the rope had been, your touch both comforting and therapeutic. The careful pressure of your fingertips worked to soothe any lingering discomfort and restore circulation to his arms.
He instinctively gravitated towards you, nestling himself more snugly against your side as if seeking refuge in your warmth. A deep, contented sigh escaped his lips as your gentle ministrations continued, you could feel the tension that had been coiled tightly within his body begin to dissipate, like ice melting under the tender caress of spring sunshine. His muscles gradually relaxed under your soothing touch.
"D-danke..." he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. His head shifted slightly, angling to look at you more directly. His eyes held a vulnerable softness that spoke volumes, one only you got to see after being so intimate. "Feels... wunderbar," he murmured, his German accent more pronounced in his relaxed state. "Bitte... don't stop."
"Okay...but in a minute, we need to get you to the shower..." You smiled tenderly at his behavior, observing how sleepy and dazed he appeared. His vulnerability in this moment only strengthened your resolve to care for him, a task you were more than happy to undertake. It was your responsibility and you felt joyous that he trusted you enough to allow himself to be this way with you.
You helped him settle into a more comfortable position. He responded with a drowsy nod, his body relaxing under your attentive touch. As he got comfy, you continued your ministrations, your fingers working methodically to massage his arms and the areas where the ropes had been intricately wrapped around his skin. The intricate patterns left by the ropes were still visible, you hadn’t realized the complexity of the bondage, but you were pleased to note that the skin remained unbroken.
You knew you needed to get up to wash him off of all the sticky cum and sweat, but...looking down at how sweet he was curled up against you made you hesitate from moving right then. You sighed internally, playing with his curly hair and scratching his scalp.
Well...five more minutes wouldn't hurt.
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Thanks for reading.
*BAMF*
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Dividers by @/adornedwithlight
Cover Images: Pinterest, X-Men '97
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lilacwants · 4 months ago
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I have such bad memory so sorry if I already requested this! but request for a homelander x reader where the reader is also a supe. they had some bad experience with intimacy in the past & while they’re getting intimate with homelander they have a sort of flashback. basically hurt/comfort and then fluff. i am a huge sucker for homelander being soft when it comes to his s/o lol!!!
safe in your arms.
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notes: of course anon this is so sweet!!! <3 i love soft! homelander with all my heart :’(. summary: in the quiet safety of his apartment, you find out that homelander can be surprisingly gentle & even caring. warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, soft! homelander.
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You had always known that being a supe came with its own set of challenges. The powers, the public scrutiny, the constant pressure to be perfect—all of it weighed heavily on your shoulders. But the hardest part had always been intimacy. Past experiences had left scars, both physical and emotional, that you couldn't seem to shake.
When you started seeing Homelander, you were skeptical. He was everything you feared in a partner: powerful, intimidating, and unpredictable. But over time, he showed you a side of himself that the world never got to see. He was gentle, caring, and, surprisingly, vulnerable.
Tonight, as you lay together in the quiet of your apartment, you felt a strange mix of fear and excitement. Homelander's blue eyes softened as he looked at you, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair from your face.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice a soft murmur that seemed out of place for someone so formidable.
You nodded, though the truth was more complicated. You wanted to be close to him, to feel the connection that you shared, but the memories of past hurts were never far from your mind. As his lips met yours, you tried to focus on the present, on the warmth of his body against yours and the tender way he held you.
But then, as his hand traced down your side, a sudden flash of memory hit you. Another time, another place, another man who hadn't been kind. Panic flared in your chest, and you pulled away, gasping for breath.
"Hey, hey, it's okay," Homelander said quickly, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "You're safe. I'm here."
You buried your face in his shoulder, the scent of him grounding you as you tried to push the memories away. "I'm sorry," you whispered, tears pricking at your eyes. "I just... I can't..."
"Shh, it's okay," he soothed, his hand stroking your back. "You don't have to apologize. I get it."
You looked up at him, searching his face for any sign of frustration or anger, but there was none. Only concern and a deep, unwavering affection. "You do?" you asked, your voice trembling.
He nodded, his expression earnest. "I do. And I want you to know that you're in control here. We go at your pace. Whatever you need, I'm here."
His words were like a balm to your wounded heart. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "Can we just... lie here for a while?" you asked.
"Of course," he said without hesitation. He pulled you closer, his arms a protective cocoon around you. "We can stay like this as long as you want."
You nestled against him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek. The memories still lingered, but they seemed less daunting now, less powerful. With Homelander holding you, you felt a sense of safety and peace that you hadn't known in a long time.
"Thank you," you whispered, your voice barely audible.
He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "No need to thank me," he murmured. "I care about you, and I want you to feel safe with me. Always."
As you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you knew that the road to healing wouldn't be easy. But with John by your side, you felt hopeful for the first time in a long time. Together, you could face whatever challenges lay ahead, one step at a time.
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forever-rogue · 2 years ago
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Kind of a big ask…but I am a sucker for 5+1 fics. Are you able to write something from Joel’s perspective about the five times he almost kisses reader and the time he finally does?
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AN | I’ve never done one of these before and I hope it’s okay! It was so fun to write! 🥰 
Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader
Warnings | Language
Word Count | 3.7k
Masterlist | Joel, Main
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The First Time
The first time Joel almost kissed you happened to be the same night he finally met you. Yeah, it wasn’t exactly anything you had bargained for. 
You’d been drinking for a little while with your girlfriends and he’d walked into the bar and a few beers with his brother Tommy. He was new to Jackson, you knew that much, but also devilish and ridiculously handsome. 
But it definitely wasn’t love at first sight…the complete opposite honestly. He’d caught your eye right away as you had his. You’d met him and seen him in passing but - unfortunately - it hac never been more than that. 
“Hey,” it was liquid courage talking…it had to be. Normally you wouldn’t be so bold and brash. In your previous life you wouldn't have dreamed of doing this.
Joel looked at you and raised an eyebrow, making a small sound of acknowledgment before turning back to Tommy. The younger Miller, meanwhile, gave you a sweet smile and greeting. He was always kind….unlike his brother apparently. 
But in your wine-tipsy state you weren't talking no for an answer, "I said hello, Joel Miller. You're not going to say anything?"
"Hello," his lips pulled into a line as he looked you over. You couldn't tell if he hated you or wanted to devour you, "is there anything else I can do for you?"
And oh. There was just a hint of a southern drawl behind his words and you decided that you very much liked him. But that was probably just the alcohol talking. Right? Right.
"Oh, there's a few things I can think of," you said softly as you attempted to wink at him, "being less of a dick would be a start."
Tommy snorted in amusement as Joel glowered at him.
"Alright," Joel shook his head before sighing heavily. He wrapped his fingers around your wrist before gently pulling away from the table, "I think it's time for you to get home. You've had enough to drink."
“I’ve barely had anything,” you beamed at him, cheeks warm and eyes wistful, “I can handle another drink! Oh wait - dance with me!”
“I am not letting you have another drink or dancing,” he hated to admit that you were adorable even when you were tipsy, “you’re going home.”
“Only if you come with me,” you were definitely going to hate yourself in the morning when this all came back to you. 
“I am taking you home,” he agreed, looking towards your friends and gesturing that he was taking you out of the bar. They seemed to understand what was going on, wicked little smiles on their faces, “but I am not staying.”
“You’re so boring,” and yet you were following his lead, at his side like a puppy.
“And you’re not sober,” he reminded you, following your instructions to get back to your place. You fell into silence, studying each bit of him, wanting to get to know him as best as possible. You were home much more quickly than you would have liked. He turned to you and appraised you for a moment, “are you okay to get inside?”
“Yes,” your answer came out as a whisper as you looked at him with wide, soft eyes. You noticed the way his breath hitched in his throat and his hand twitched at his side. What was invisible to you was the inner turmoil that had surfaced within him as you looked at him, “Joel?”
He remained silent for a moment before bringing his hand to your face and brushing his knuckles along your cheek. You gasped lightly in surprise at the tender gesture but remained silent otherwise. It took everything within yourself not to lean into his touch. Your entire body was calling out for his touch and there was nothing you desired more than to kiss him. 
And if you weren’t mistaken, you were sure that he wanted to kiss you as well. He leaned in ever so slightly and you prepared yourself for it but then - he pulled back. 
“I can’t,” you weren’t sure if he wasn’t talking to himself or to you. You already missed the warm touch of his hand, “you’re not sober. And I’m not…I can’t.”
You swallowed thickly but nodded nonetheless taking a step closer to your front door. You offered a weak little smile in return and before disappearing inside. You watched him through the peephole; it was a while before he left.
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The Second Time
The second time Joel Miller kissed you was after you were injured on patrol. 
It was a few months after he’d moved to Jackson and established a life for himself and Ellie. And ended up in a close knit friendship with you; not that you were complaining. You were just as drawn to him as he was you. 
You’d been out on patrol with Matthew when it happened. It wasn’t even anything horrible and the way you’d gotten injured was…self-inflicted. Basically you’d rolled and twisted your ankle and scraped up your knee as you tried to follow a bunny you’d seen. Yeah, alright, even saying it out loud like that made it sound terrible.
You’d seen the cute bunny and couldn’t help yourself. It wasn’t like there was anything else happening and Matthew was boring company - when he wasn’t trying to get in your pants - so you took the opportunity to see the bunny. But you’d slipped and list your footing and took a tumble you hadn’t quite expected. 
The look on Joel’s face when you had returned seemed like he was ready to commit murder to anyone who had done this to you. Oh, he was gonna love hearing that it was your fault.
“What happened?” he sounded so upset that it almost made your heart ache. He stopped in front of you, hands finding your face as he looked you over, “you’re bleeding. You’re hurt.”
“I-I didn’t,” you found it hard to focus on anything as you looked into those big brown eyes of his, “nothing happened…”
His gaze shifted to your swollen ankle and bloody knee.
“Okay nothing that anyone else did to me happened,” you laughed nervously, hoping to alleviate his worry, “I, ugh, itrippedandfell.”
“Pardon?”
“Joel, fuck,” you groaned lightly, “I saw a bunny and got off my horse and tripped and fell.”
And…now he was laughing. You pouted at him and that caused him to try and hold down his giggles. But at the same time…it felt good to see him relax and not lose his mind over you. 
“You are…” he trailed off as he tenderly wiped some dirt off your face. But when he was done he didn’t move his hand away. Instead he leaned in closely and you were positive that this was the time he was going to kiss. The tension had been building up for some time now and you kept wondering when it was going to break, “something else.”
“So are you,” you didn’t back away but the megawatt smile on his face was worth it. And if you leaned in even the slightest bit more, you could have kissed him. Your lips would have brushed up against his, “Joel Miller.”
And you wanted to kiss him and you wanted him to kiss you. To want to kiss you. Every fiber of your being was humming with energy. And just when you thought he was about to do it, slowly crouched down to look at your leg. 
“We need to get this cleaned up,” his voice sounded thick as you almost sighed in exasperation, “and get your ankle elevated and iced.”
“Yeah,” were you bad at reading the signs or was he just avoiding it all together, “good idea.”
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The Third Time
The third time that Joel Miller almost kissed you was when you were in his house, helping him take of a very sick Ellie. You loved the kid as much as you had fallen for the man himself, and you would have done anything for either of them. 
You were in the kitchen, throwing together some soup and singing along to the record you had playing. It was simple moments like this that made life feel so utterly normal and wonderful; moments that made life worth fighting for. 
“Hey,” his voice was soft as he tried not to startle you. As soon as you heard him you turned around and gave him that smile that had started to make him turn into jelly.
“Hey,” you tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach, “how’s Ellie Bean doing?”
“Feeling a little better,” he said and you related slightly, “she’s still a little warm but she’s sleeping now.”
“Good,” you continued chopping some vegetables for the soup you were putting together, “hopefully she’ll have an appetite when she wakes up. I’m making soup…obviously.”
“It smells delicious,” he admitted as he looked over your shoulder and into the pot. You stilled momentarily as you felt him behind you, his warmth and delicious smell overwhelming your senses.
"Family recipe," you tried to keep calm, "my grandma used to make it whenever anyone got sick. She always claimed it cured you right away."
"Did it?" There was a bemused little smile on his face as he leaned against the counter. He stole a piece of carrot and popped it into his mouth to which you playfully huffed.
"No," you grinned, "but no one ever told her that. And it's still delicious. Wanna help me make some bread?"
"Whatever you want, I am at your disposal," he winked and you wanted to perish a little bit, "just have to say the word."
It turned out that Joel wasn't too bad of a helper at all. He listened to your instructions with rapt attention and then delivered on making delicious bread. It was so easy and fun with him that it had your heart yearning for this bit of domesticity all the time.
"I have something to ask you," Joel took the bread out of the oven and set it down to cool. Your heart skipped a few beats before you nodded at him to go on. First he walked over to the record player and switched it to a different record, "dance with me?"
Well. Joel Miller asking you to dance definitely wasn't on your bingo card. But you weren't about to turn him down either.
"Yes," you whispered as he came back over to you, holding out his hand. You offered him yours in return and he wasted no time in taking it and pulling you into his arms. 
You almost instantly decided that his arms might have been your favorite place in the world. His touch was gentle as the two of you stayed to the music and you laid your head on his shoulder, allowing yourself to be lulled by the steady beating of his heart.
"Joel?" After a while you whispered his name and he pulled back, watching you with curious eyes. You swallowed the lump in your throat, all words suddenly lost.
Joel seemed to know what you were saying and leaned in closely, so close to kissing you once again. You were ready to jump for joy because surely this was the time he actually did it. 
You closed your eyes and waited and just when you thought he was about to do it, "hey! Whatever you're making smells delicious."
Both of you groaned slightly when you looked over and saw a very tired but happy looking Ellie in the doorway, bundled in a large blanket. 
"Hey Ellie Bean," you tried to make the disappointment in your voice at yet again not getting by him, "its good to see you up. We made some soup and bread. Hope you're hungry!"
"Starving," she grinned; unfortunately Joel felt the same way. As did you.
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The Fourth Time
The fourth time Joel Miller almost kissed you was the same night he became your savior. 
You'd gone out with your girlfriends and had some drinks. You weren't drunk, that was never your style, but it was evident that you'd had a few drinks. But you were with your friends and dancing and having a good time.
You felt safe and everything seemed fine. Joel was even in another part of the bar, out with a few with a few of the guys, unbeknownst to you. 
It wasn't that he was keeping an eye on you but…for his own sanity he was keeping a bit of an eye on you. He just wanted to know you were safe, especially when your guard might have been a little lower than normal.
And he was glad that he had. Because as he watched you dance with your friends he saw the man walk over to you. Joel stayed back for a moment to see if maybe you knew him or something. But when he leaned in and you almost instantly recoiled, a frown on your features, he knew something was wrong.
Joel wasn't about to let that happen. He was on his feet and storming over almost immediately and was grabbing the man's collar to pull him away. Anyone could have sensed what was going on. The relief on your face was palpable as you looked back at Joel. He gave you a nod before dragging the man outside. 
"What the fuck did you think you were doing in there?" His voice was low and dangerous as the man shook with nerves. He knew exactly who Joel was, "answer me!"
"N-nothing-"
"I don't believe you," Joel whispered, "and I don't think you do either. Don't ever do that again. And don't ever let me see you again."
"Sorry! I didn't know she was your girl-"
"It doesn't matter if she is or isn't," oh yeah, he was angry now, "don't ever do that to any woman - anyone - ever again."
"I said I was sorry-" and the next thing you heard was the sound of a loud cracking sound followed by some pathetic whimpering.
"Sorry isn't good enough," Joel pushed the man away and he stumbled backwards, clutching at his face, "don't let me see you again."
He ran away without another word, leaving you staring wordlessly at Joel. You couldn't deny that while your heart was racing with anxious nerves, you were feeling a type of way at how protective he was.
"You shouldn't be out here," he slowly turned around, a worried expression on his face. You could see that his hand seemed to be bothering him, "did he do anything?"
"He didn't get a chance to," you whispered as you stepped closer to him, the tension thick but the anticipation so delicious, "thank you."
"You weren't supposed to see that either," he kept his eyes on yours as if he expected you to say something yes. To yell at him or…anything, "I probably shouldn't have done that."
"You did that for me," it wasn't a question, a simple statement instead. He swallowed thickly before nodding. You were in front of him now and reached for his hand, gingerly examining the bruising that was blossoming across his knuckles, "oh. You're hurt."
"It's nothing-"
"It's not nothing," you brushed your thumb across the back of his hand as you looked at him with soft eyes. You were going to be the death of him, he was sure of it, "let me take care of you. Please?"
His breath hitched and he looked at you in wonder. How did he get so lucky as to win your affections? Something so good and pure shouldn't have to deal with something so broken. But he wasn't broken. Not to you.
Joel took his injured hand and lifted it up, putting on your face as he brushed his thumb over your cheek. Your lips pulled into a small smile as you inched closer, every part of you screaming for him to finally kiss you. 
He leaned in too - he wanted this.
And then you heard the sound of your name being called by your girlfriends as they stumbled out of the bar to make sure you were okay. The two of you pulled apart quickly, looking at each other like children that had been caught being naughty. 
You cleared your throat before pointing over your shoulder, "I, umm…I should go."
"Yes," he agreed softly.
"Put some ice on your hand, okay? I'll come by in the morning to take a look at it."
"You don't have to-"
"It wasn’t a question, Miller," you grinned, "it's a statement. So - see you in the morning."
"See you in the morning, sweetheart."
Once again so close, but so far.
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The Fifth Time
The fifth time Joel Miller almost kissed you, he was positive it would happen. The universe could only keep pulling you apart for so long, right? Eventually it would have to give…or so he hoped.
It was your birthday and what better time to have a little kiss, right? The man had it all planned out. Like he was going to kiss you and put his heart out to you. Yes, it was scary and daunting and in some ways he would have rather dealt with clickers but he was going to do it. You were worth the risk.
So he planned this whole party for you; a big bash filled with lots of food, silly party games, and lots of friends. It was the biggest birthday party you'd ever had and it was never something you'd imagined having again.
But Joel wanted to celebrate you and make sure you knew how loved you were. It had been a complete surprise when Ellie had lured you to their home under the guise of needing help with schoolwork. You'd fallen for it easily but the shocked look on your face as you walked through the door had been worth it. Your eyes always seemed to find Joel and it was like there was no one else, only the two of you.
It took a while for the two of you to make your way to each other, but you finally managed to get a moment alone outside.
"Thank you for all of this," you tried to blink back the tears of emotion that had welled up, "this was so sweet of you."
"It was nothing," he tried to play it off as you just smiled at him. You reached up and brushed a few rogue curls off his forehead. The gesture was enough to make him practically vibrate with energy, "happy birthday, sweetheart."
The two of you looked at each other wordlessly, an unspoken understanding flowing between the two of you. This time, everything else be damned, you were going to kiss him. 
Joel gently cradled your face in his hands and leaned in. You could feel his warm breath fanning across your face, his lips almost touching yours-
"Hey!" Joel audibly groaned as Tommy poked his head out of the house, "let's do cake now!"
Joel audibly groaned, cursing under his breath at his younger brother. He pulled back and you looked at him sheepishly before shrugging. You quickly ducked inside before he could say anything else. You really just wanted to kiss him too.
Joel ran a hand over his tired face. Maybe the universe was trying to tell him something. But either way - universe be damned. He was going to kiss someday.
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And Finally
When Joel Miller finally - finally - kissed you, you'd all but given up on anything happening between the two of you. Part of you, the very disappointed part of you, thought that the universe might just want you to be friends.
But then it happened.
It was at a wedding in the spring. At first you'd thought it was odd when people were still having weddings in this day and age. Then you realized why people did it - it was a sense of normalcy, of life going on, and was still something special.
So there you were, celebrating Anna and Nathan's wedding. And you were having fun, despite what you'd initially thought. You'd gone with Joel and Ellie, and it was definitely not a date…despite how much you wanted it to be.
You were on the dance floor with some of your girlfriends when the beautiful bride decided to toss the bouquet. Antiquated tradition? Yes. Still tons of fun? Also yes.
The only surprising thing was when you caught the pretty flowers, easily and effortlessly. You made a small sound of surprise and when you looked up you immediately caught Joel's eye. Because of course you did. Of course.
Joel's expression turned incredulous as a smile tugged up the corner of his mouth. Your face turned so warm that you forced yourself to look away. 
Eventually the excitement died down and you stepped outside for a breath of fresh air. It wasn't long before you heard his telltale footsteps making their way over to you. 
You turned around and smiled softly at him. He looked ridiculously handsome and it only served to make your heart ache, but in a happy way, "hi."
"Hi," he smiled back at you. And then it happened - finally! 
He took your face in his large, soft hands and didn't hesitate to kiss you. It took you a moment to catch up with what was happening but when you did, you kissed him right back, settling your hands on his hips.
Kissing Joel Miller felt so natural and easy; like you'd been doing this for years. You hoped you'd be doing it for many years to come.
Joel only pulled away, reluctantly still, when you both needed a moment to breathe. You looked at each for a moment before sharing a soft giggle. 
"Finally," you beamed at him and he practically melted, "had to wait long enough for that."
"I hope it was worth it," he touched your cheek tenderly.
"Absolutely."
"Good," and then he kissed you again, "because I plan on doing that a lot more."
"I hope that means forever," and yeah. You were kinda, sorta, definitely in love with him.
"Forever is perfect."
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cherryredstars · 1 year ago
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God I am such a sucker for soft!Simon and I love how you write for him. If it's okay, could I request a nsfw oneshot? Maybe it's their first time getting physical or something like that. Just anything soft n intimate, ya know?
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Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x gn!reader
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Soft Smut, Sexual Intimacy, Handjob, Grinding, Lots of soft and playful tones
Summary: One scenario in which you and Simon begin to have sexual intimacy. 
A/N: My Love Mine All Mine is so Simon coded ( Listened to it on loop the whole time I wrote this)
Word Count: 1.6K (Not Edited)
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Like all the times before this one, it starts off slow. 
You lay gently on your back, soft and sweet kisses planted on your lips from Simon. He is still tense, the muscles of his upper back stiff and rippling under his shirt. Your soft hands, hands so much softer than his own, reach up and massage the muscles as best as you can from your position. Like everything about him, the muscles are large and you have to dig the heel of your palm into them to get them into a lax state. He groans softly in appreciation, his body sinking softly against yours like water. His own hands, spread wide against the expanse of your back and between your shoulder blades, arches your body into his to cradle you. 
His kisses distance from your mouth, showering whispering kisses to your cheeks, forehead, and nose. The tenderness makes you giggle, throwing your head back in a way that makes him move his hand to hold the back of your head in support. You can feel Simon smile against your skin, his scar above his lip brushing against the skin of your jaw and neck as he moves his kisses downwards. 
“What is it?” He asks, a gentle layer of happiness and giddiness in his tone.
“It tickles,” you smile up at the ceiling as his short stubble rubs against your skin again. 
His smile widens for a second, humming against your skin as he gives the side of your neck one last kiss. He pulls away, his hands moving to rub the soft skin of your arms. His hands leave your body briefly, grabbing the ends of his shirt and slipping it over his head before throwing it to the side. Scars decorate his skin, shiny and pale in the dim light of your shared bedroom. To make him more comfortable, you sit up and remove your own shirt. Both of your chests are bare to each other, and Simon grabs your hand to hold it over his heart. 
It beats widely against you, pulsing with warm blood. The erratic beats contrast Simon’s practiced composure as he stares down at you. With your hands still pressed to his heart, you lean up and press a kiss to the back of your hands. Under your palm, his heart beats harder against his skin as Simon’s breath hitches. His hold on your hands lightens, and you take it as a chance to roam over his skin. He is silent as your hands trace the path of his scars. Just like every time you have done this, his stiffens as you touch them until his body melts into the soft kisses you give each shiny line. When you pull your face away from his chest, craning your neck to look up at him, Simon recaptures your lips. His hand finds your cheek, stroking it as he leans your body back down to the mattress. Your arms come to wrap around his neck lazily, opening your mouth to embrace the warmth of his tongue. 
His hands slip down to your waist, squeezing and massaging the skin with gentle pressure. His hands continue to slip down, finding the band of your pants. His thumb brushes over it, stilling when your hands cover his and guide him in pushing them off of you. His skin, rough and slightly dry, brushes against the smoothness of your legs. Your underwear was taken with your pants, leaving you completely exposed to him. Simon’s breath catches in his throat as he stares down at you, a nervousness gathering in his mouth that he forces out with a swallow. Copying his actions from before, you take his hands and place them over your chest. The beating is strong yet calm, and he nods in understanding. An understanding that only the two of you share. 
His hands trail upwards, moving to your shoulders and down to your hands where he links your fingers together. He brings them back so they wrap around his neck, his head lowering to rest against your shoulder. Your hands moving to his hair and neck, your hand playing with the soft locks as you cradle his neck. The sound of his pants shuffling catches your attention, but you don’t look down. You give him his privacy, leaning your own head down to place kisses into his hair. His hair smells like his shampoo, slightly earthy but warm. It reminds you of a softer variation of what he smells like when he comes home from deployment, his body still carrying the rays of the sun and in a thin layer of sand and dirt. 
He moves his head slightly, and you lean yours back so he can move it fully. He looks up at you, his leg rubbing against yours as he shifts. His head moves up and rests against your forehead. His bold eyes stare into yours, glowing with affection and a slight hardened edge of determination. You tilt your head slightly, bumping your nose with his. The last hardened ridge of his face melts away as he smiles down at you with a playful eye roll. You smile back, your eyes crinkling as you reveal your teeth. 
“Hi,” you whisper playfully. 
“Hi,” he whispers back. 
You have to turn your head away as you smile goofily, and Simon nudges his head against the side of yours affectionately. He kisses the side of your jaw, a deep chuckle escaping his throat, “C’mon, love. Stay with me, yeah? Don’t go ‘round gettin’ distracted.”
The rich tones of his voice draws you back to him. When you turn your head back towards him and your eyes reconnect, a soft breath escapes his nose. “There’s my pretty baby.”
You grow bashful at his words, having half the mind to throw your hands over his face so your face can stop heating up. Another deep chuckle escapes his mouth as he moves his hands to massage your waist and hips again. The rough pad of his fingers are delicious over your skin, and you arch your lower half into his hold. You rub right against the hardness of his erection, causing a hiss from him. You try to lower your hips back down, but Simon tightens his hold on them, moving your hips slightly to grind against him. 
A pleased sigh leaves his lips, his eyes closing as he kisses your jawline again. You hum in appreciation for his actions too, bringing your hips upwards to press more firmly against him. You know he isn’t ready for penetration yet, and you’re just happy that he feels this comfortable. You moan softly in his ear and Simon groans in response. Your hand tightens in his hair as your own eyes shut, causing another noise out of him. 
“Can I touch you?” 
Your voice is soft and needy in his ear, and he gives you a small nod against your head. “Please.”
He stops his movements, both of you watching as your warm hand trails down his body. It slips from around his neck, making a path down his chest and stomach until it rests right above his stiffened cock. His head pulses and the slightest bit of precum dribbles from his slit. Your hand is gentle as you wrap your hand around his tip. His hips instinctively buck into your grasp, smearing his pre into the palm of your hand. A dragged moan leaves him when you squeeze his head slightly before you loosen your grip and give his length lazy strokes. His nose bumps into your jaw as you continue giving him that sweet attention, eyes screwed shut.
“Hand is fucking soft, love. Feels so fucking good.” He grumbles, his hips snapping forward slightly. 
You hum in response, rubbing your palm around his tip a few times in tight circles before jerking him off again. Simon’s mouth is parted the whole time, occasionally letting out soft noises and praises of approval. He lifts his head, moving it to give you kisses that mask his moans. You smile into them, opening your mouth for him once again. He hums in thanks, cradling both sides of your face as his brows furrow. His tongue is warm in your mouth, and his hips keep snapping into your hold. A few minutes later, he pulls away with a moan. 
“Shit. Gonna cum, love. Keep going.” 
You nod in understanding, moving your hand faster as Simon throws his head back. His teeth grit, muffling the hard groan that rumbles in his throat as he releases. White liquid spreads over your stomach, your eyes completely hypnotized by the way Simon tries to catch his breath as he mutters ‘fuck’ repeatedly. Once he’s finished spilling his pearly release onto your skin, his hand snaps down to stop your slow pumping. His chest heaves with every breath, and his forehead falls back against yours. He stays there for a few minutes, both of your hands stilled around the base of his cock with his body hunched over you protectively. You can feel him softening in your hold, but you watch his face as his eyes squeeze shut before giving you a half-lidded stare. Your free hand comes up to his face, rubbing his cheek. He leans into the touch, a noisy breath leaving his nose. He kisses the side of your palm before you move it, pushing sweaty hair out of his face. 
“You okay, Si?” You ask gently, both of your hands falling away from his cock as he begins to sit up. 
He takes a few minutes before he clears his throat, giving you a small smile, “Yeah. Thank you, lovie.”
He sighs as he stands up, coming to lift you up. You giggle as your arms wrap around his neck, pressing yourself into him as he lifts you off the bed. He kisses the side of your head as he carries you to the bathroom, sweat and cum drying on both of your skins. Ever so softly, he nuzzles his head against yours again and whispers, “Thank you.”
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Part 2
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astrobei · 8 months ago
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hi i love your fics and I was wondering if you had any byler fic recs
thanks
hello there! in all honesty, i have not had the time to read a lot of byler fic as of late, but it’s been a while since i posted some recs so i’ll drop a few that i’ve enjoyed recently! as always, i do endorse every fic in my bookmarks to the highest possible degree, so always feel free to look through those for new reading as well <3
say it with your hands by pseudologia (@hellfiremike) — will is a new employee at the movie theater mike works at, and mike starts thirsting over will’s hands to a degree that’s downright detrimental to his employment status
GOD. this fic. i gushed in their dms immediately after finishing it because this might be my favorite modern will characterization of all time, and this is coming from someone who has a million and one takes on modern era will byers. this fic just checked all of my boxes — from the summertime romance to mike’s painfully in-character teenage angsting to will being a frequenter of star wars reddit threads and an enjoyer of sufjan stevens. and the TENSION. oh god the tension. i’ve read all their fics probably three times over each, and i also highly recommend like i am home again, a college au set during a halloween party which made me stare at my phone refreshing ao3 hourly until it updated, and can this be a real thing (can it?) wherein mike and will reunite in a gay bar. enough said
landslide by chamb3rs — the party’s senior year of high school
i don’t often reach for chaptered fics since i usually have such limited reading time, but i’m sooo so so happy i stumbled across this one. there have just been very few fics that have touched me like this one did. i blew through this in one sitting a few weekends ago and subsequently experienced the full range of human emotions (and then some) all in the span of a few hours. everything about this was perfect — the will pov, the weird liminality of transitional periods, the party and byhop family dynamics, down to my favorite portrayal of theeeee jennifer hayes in any fic ever. on top of all of that, this fic perfectly captures the heartbreaking euphoria of being in love with your best friend, and all the ups and downs that come with it. i crawled out of the ao3 tab covered in blood and my chest was hurting and i was shaking and i had damn near chewed my own arm off — and then i sent the link to my friend 10 minutes later and watched her experience the same exact thing like a train wreck in slow-mo HAHAHA
what a time to be alive by passerine_in_jade (@newlesbianprideflag) — will disappears and haunts mike from the upside down
i’m forever a total sucker for a good haunting metaphor, so it’s absolutely not a surprise that this fic is appearing on this list. the premise for this was so so so cool and interesting, and it’s another chaptered fic i’m glad i had a little extra time to read. the way the author had me rooting for mike and will the whole time even though half of the pairing was offscreen for a large majority of the fic is a highly commendable feat. mike’s unyielding loyalty to will and will’s constant faith in him felt so true to their canon selves, and there were so many moments that were so quiet and intimate and tender that i really felt like i was intruding on something. good good stuff
that’s what you get for falling in love by harriet_vane — will gets his first boyfriend in college, and mike, ever the ally, has very normal feelings about it
i want to preface this by saying that this fic is rated m, mostly just for mentions/allusions to sex, and one largely non-explicit portion of a scene in the last chapter. if that’s not your cup of tea, it’s easy to tell when it’s coming up and to skip past it without detracting from the plot, but i think it would be a greater detriment to not rec this fic at all, because it has quickly made the list of my favorite byler fics of all time. something about this take on jealous mike especially resonated with me — his inner monologue is simultaneously hilarious and depressing, and his obliviousness regarding his feelings for will feels so true to life without being overdone or cartoonish. you can tell just how much they really care for each other, and the conflict in this actually made me start crying because it felt so visceral and so fundamentally them. you can tell this author really understands their characters, and the love put into this fic is soooo palpable. it’s the kind of fic where you want to bonk their heads together to knock some sense into them, but you are helpless to do anything but hold on as you’re swung along for the ride.
finally, i try not to just rec fics written by my friends, but my recent reading list would be incomplete without these two wonderful additions:
the way you love me by strangeswift (@strangeswift) — byler exes (absolutely heartwrenching edition)
i’ve been hearing abby talk about her ideas for this fic for the better part of a year as she worked on it, and she actually edited and posted the first two chapters while i was visiting her! and by god is this world a better place with her byler exes concept in it, because if you want angst, you’ll never have to look further than her ao3 page. something about the way she writes will in this fic just makes my heart shrivel up and die in my chest — his quiet resignation, the bitterness (always love a good bitter will byers moment) and the Longing that never quite went away. mike’s characterization is also top notch, and you can really feel the chemistry between them during every interaction. at the time of me posting this list, chapter 4 is not yet up, but trust me when i tell you guys it’s going to soooooo be worth it. :-)
the end is here by bookinit (@bookinit02) — a speculative byler-centric season 5
if you’ve been following my blog for any amount of time, it shouldn’t come as a surprise that haven’s canon rewrite series is hands-down my favorite series across any pairing and fandom. her creativity with her season 5 concepts never fails to astound me — from the scripts she’s been working on as an alternative to the episodes she rewrote for s1-4, to her ideas for possible plot lines, and just incredible writing all around. i’ve had the privilege of reading through her scripts before she posts them to her blog (definitely go check them out) but special privilege bias aside, it takes soooo much skill to create such a visually powerful story in a medium that allows for such little narration, and the corresponding chapters just totally pushes it over the edge. pre-s5 required reading for every byler, and 100000% my new canon if the show doesn’t pan out
this definitely is not an exhaustive list because i have a million and one fics on my to-read, and one day i will get around to reading them all, but i hope there is something on this list that strikes your fancy!!
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mingi-s-dimples · 2 months ago
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A birthday to remember - jisung (nct)
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This is a lil special fic for my lovely bestie @musiclovingfairy, it's her b-day today and I am really far away from her so I thought this would do hihi.
pairing: jisung (nct) x fem reader
rating: G- general audience
genre: fluff, romance, non idol au
summary: Your lovely boyfriend decides to throw you a small birthday party, only between the two of you.
WC: 2.2k
warnings: it literally doesn't have warnings LMAO. Maybe drinking? unedited
Author's Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVEEE <3333. I know we live soo so far away from each other but I am a sucker for giving gifts, even without a reason, so I couldn't stay still. I love you so much so please, enjoy this lil fic! <3 edit: yes, i know Jisung is not... the best in the kitchen but it's fiction so HAHAHAH
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction & does not represent in any way the reality of the member.
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The day had been long, the kind that seemed to drag with every passing hour. Work had been relentless, the usual stack of tasks somehow growing even larger as the day wore on. By the time the clock finally signaled the end of your shift, you were exhausted, your body aching for rest and your mind yearning for something more than the sterile walls of the office.
But today was special—your birthday. And despite the fatigue, there was a quiet excitement bubbling beneath the surface, a small flicker of anticipation that kept you going through the day. Jisung had been uncharacteristically quiet about any plans for my birthday, and though you tried not to read too much into it, a part of you wondered if he had something planned. The two of you had only been dating for a few months, but every day with him had felt like a new adventure, filled with the kind of warmth and joy that made even the simplest moments feel special.
As you made your way home, the evening air was crisp, carrying with it the first hints of autumn. The streets were quiet, the sky painted in deep shades of purple and orange as the sun dipped below the horizon. You reached my apartment building, steps heavy with the weight of the day, heart still light with the possibility of what might be waiting for you.
You fumbled with my keys, pushing open the door to my apartment, and was immediately greeted by the soft glow of candlelight. The living room, usually lit by the harsh glow of overhead lights, was now bathed in a warm, inviting light that seemed to wrap itself around you like a comforting embrace.
Your breath got caught in your throat as you took in the scene before your eyes. The small table in the center of the room was adorned with a simple but elegant arrangement of flowers, their vibrant colors standing out against the soft white tablecloth. A few more candles flickered on the windowsill, their flames dancing gently as if welcoming you home. The scent of something delicious wafted from the kitchen, and as you stepped further into the room, Jisung appeared in the doorway, a smile on his face that made your heart skip a beat.
"Happy birthday," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth and affection. He took a step forward, closing the distance between the two of you, and before you could say anything, he wrapped you in a gentle hug. The tension in your body melted away as you leaned into him, the comfort of his embrace washing over your body.
"Jisung, this is amazing," you whispered, voice thick with emotion. You pulled back slightly to look at him, eyes searching his for any hint of what else he might have planned. But all You saw was the same tenderness that had drawn you to him in the first place, the quiet confidence that made you feel safe and cherished.
"I wanted to do something special for you," he said, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "You've been working so hard, and I know today was tough. So I thought, why not make tonight all about you?"
You smiled, heart swelling with gratitude and love. "Thank you, Jisung. This is… this is perfect."
He grinned, his eyes lighting up with that familiar playful glint. "Well, it's not over yet. I have a few more surprises up my sleeve."
Before you could ask what he meant, he took your hand and led to the table, pulling out a chair with a flourish. You couldn't help but laugh at his antics, the tension of the day fully dissipating as he sat you down. He disappeared into the kitchen for a moment, leaving you to take in the details of the scene he had set. The flowers were beautiful, a mix of your favorite blooms arranged with care. The candles cast a soft, romantic light over everything, feeling a warmth spread through that had nothing to do with the flames.
When Jisung returned, he was carrying a tray with two plates, each covered with a dome. He set them down, lifting the covers to reveal a beautifully plated meal. Your mouth watered at the sight of the perfectly cooked steak, accompanied by roasted vegetables and a side of mashed potatoes that looked like they had been whipped to perfection.
"I hope you're hungry," he said, his voice tinged with pride. "I spent all afternoon making this."
Eyes widened in surprise. "You made this yourself? Jisung, it looks incredible!"
He shrugged, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. "I wanted it to be special. And besides, I know how much you love steak."
You smiled, heart swelling with affection for the man sitting across. "You're amazing, you know that?"
He ducked his head, clearly flustered by the compliment. "I'm just glad you like it. Now, let's eat before it gets cold."
The two of you dug into the meal, the rich flavors of the food making me hum with delight. Jisung had outdone himself; the steak was cooked to perfection, tender and flavorful, and the vegetables were roasted just right, their natural sweetness enhanced by a hint of seasoning. The mashed potatoes were creamy and smooth, the perfect complement to the other elements of the dish.
As you ate, you talked about everything and nothing, the conversation flowing effortlessly between the two of you. It was one of the things you loved most about being with Jisung—how easy it was to be yourself around him, to share thoughts and feelings without fear of judgment or misunderstanding. He had a way of making even the most mundane topics feel interesting, his curiosity and enthusiasm infectious.
Once you finished our meal, Jisung stood up, clearing the dishes away with a contented smile. You watched him move about the kitchen with ease, feeling a sense of warmth and gratitude settle in your chest. This was the first birthday the two of you were spending together, and you couldn't have asked for a more thoughtful and intimate celebration.
After the dishes were cleared, Jisung returned to the living room with two glasses of wine and a small, elegantly wrapped box. He handed you one of the glasses and sat down besides, on the couch, the box resting in his lap.
"Before we get to dessert, I have something for you," he said, his voice soft but laced with excitement.
Your curiosity piqued, set the wine glass on the coffee table and reached for the box. The wrapping paper was a beautiful deep blue, tied with a silver ribbon that shimmered in the candlelight. You carefully untied the ribbon, savoring the moment before lifting the lid of the box.
Inside was a delicate silver necklace, its pendant a simple yet elegant design—a small, intricately carved leaf, its edges catching the light in a way that made it almost glow. It was beautiful, understated, and perfect for you.
You looked up at Jisung, eyes misting with emotion. "Jisung, it's beautiful. I love it."
He smiled, a hint of relief in his eyes as he took the necklace from the box. "I'm glad you like it. I saw it and thought it would suit you perfectly."
He gently clasped the necklace around your neck, his fingers brushing against the skin as he did so. The pendant settled just above your collarbone, its weight a comforting reminder of Jisung's thoughtfulness. You touched the leaf pendant with my fingers, feeling the cool metal against the skin.
"Thank you, Jisung," I whispered, turning to look at him. "This means so much to me."
His gaze softened, and he reached out to brush a strand of hair away from my face. "You mean a lot to me, too. I wanted to make sure this birthday was special for you."
"It already is," you replied, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. The kiss was gentle, lingering, and when we pulled away, the connection between the two of you felt even stronger.
You sat in comfortable silence for a moment, sipping our wine and enjoying the quiet intimacy of the evening. The candles flickered softly around you, casting shadows that danced on the walls, and the warmth of the room was matched only by the warmth in your heart.
After a few moments, Jisung stood up again, this time heading to the kitchen with a mischievous grin. "Don't go anywhere," he called over his shoulder. "I have one more surprise for you."
You chuckled, curiosity once again getting the better of you as you waited for him to return. A few minutes later, he reappeared, carrying a small cake on a plate. It was a simple but elegant dessert, topped with fresh berries and a dusting of powdered sugar. In the center of the cake was a single candle, its flame flickering softly.
Jisung set the cake down in front of you, his eyes sparkling with happiness. "Make a wish," he said, his voice low and full of warmth.
You closed my eyes, taking a moment to think of a wish before blowing out the candle. The flame extinguished with a soft puff, leaving behind a thin trail of smoke that curled into the air. When you opened your eyes, Jisung was watching with a tender expression that made your heart skip a beat.
He handed you a fork, and together, you dug into the cake. The first bite was heavenly, the light sponge cake paired perfectly with the sweet-tartness of the berries. As you ate, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the love and care Jisung had put into making this evening special.
"You really went all out for this, didn't you?" you said, voice filled with gratitude.
Jisung shrugged, a playful grin on his lips. "Well, I wanted to make sure you knew how much you mean to me. Plus, it's your birthday—you deserve to be spoiled."
You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through. "I don't know how I got so lucky to have you in my life, Jisung."
He reached out and took your hand, his thumb brushing over the knuckles. "I think I'm the lucky one."
You finished the cake, the evening slipping into a comfortable silence as you sat together, the world outside fading away until it was just the two of you, wrapped in the glow of the candles and the warmth of our connection. It was a moment of perfect contentment, the kind that made you realize how truly special this night was.
As the candles burned lower and the wine in our glasses dwindled, Jisung turned your way, his eyes serious for a moment. "There's one more thing I wanted to say."
You looked at him, heart suddenly racing as you wondered what he was about to say. His gaze was intense, filled with a depth of emotion that made your breath hitch.
"Tonight was about celebrating you," he began, his voice steady but soft. "But it's also about us. I want you to know how much you mean to me. These last few months have been some of the happiest of my life, and I can't imagine my life without you in it."
Tears welled up in your eyes as you listened to his words, heart swelling with love for the man sitting besides. "Jisung, I feel the same way. You've brought so much joy and happiness into my life. I can't imagine being without you either."
He smiled, his eyes shining with emotion as he leaned in closer, his forehead resting against mine. "I'm so glad you feel that way. Because I want to keep making you happy, for as long as you'll let me."
You smiled through the tears, feeling a rush of love and gratitude for this moment, for this man who had gone out of his way to make your birthday so special. "I don't think I'll ever want you to stop."
He kissed you then, a deep, lingering kiss that seemed to convey all the emotions the two of you were feeling. When he finally pulled away, you were both smiling, hearts full to bursting.
The night continued on, the two of you curled up on the couch, talking and laughing until the early hours of the morning. It was a night of simple pleasures, of intimate moments that made you feel more connected to Jisung than ever before.
As the last of the candles finally flickered out, leaving you in the soft glow of the moonlight streaming through the windows, you realized just how perfect this birthday had been. It wasn't about the gifts or the cake or even the romantic dinner—though all of those things had been wonderful. It was about the love and care that Jisung had put into making this day special and the deep connection that you shared.
As you rested your head on his shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek, you knew that this was a birthday you would remember for the rest of your life. It was the night that you truly understood just how much Jisung meant, and how lucky you were to have him by your side.
And as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you couldn't help but feel that this was just the beginning of many more happy birthdays to come.
~Happy birthday, dear Hana <3
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jeongintwenty3 · 2 years ago
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actions speak louder than words
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pairing: lee know x gn!reader
genre: angst, fluff
warnings: mention of tears
summary: he woke up to his one and only crying. knowing he isn’t good with words, he decided to let her know he’s there for her through his loving gestures.
author’s note: hello!! feeling a bit under the weather but it’s nothing new. i am a sucker for minho being all soft for his other half, in case you haven’t noticed. pardon for my poor grammar and mispellings if present, other than that, happy reading! <3
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waking up to the sounds of his beloved sniffling was far from ideal. it was 3.16 in the morning, he finally got some shut eye after a good two and a half hours of trying.
but God had other plans.
trying to identify where the sounds were coming from, minho patted the duvet beside him. you weren’t beside him. rubbing his eyes so he’d be able to wake up just a little bit more to find you, he identified your figure sitting on the edge of the bed.
you thought you aced your techniques of weeping silently, muffling the noises with the sleeves of your sweater or leaving the room to take a breather. but tonight, it didn’t work.
hearing the shuffles of your boyfriend, you immediately wiped whatever tears were left and tried to regulate your breathing.
minho sat beside you, opening his arms as a silent invitation to his comforting hugs. and so you did, sat upon his lap with both arms around his neck, the tears were threatening to fall again.
“you don’t need to pretend babe, it’s okay. it’s just me,” he said gently, not wanting to aggravate anything else.
with those words said, the dam broke. you were shaking, shedding tears in his hold and he didn’t seem to mind at all.
the man with one arm stroking your hair and the other patting your back gave you nothing less than tranquility.
noticing your tears aren’t stopping anytime soon, he whispered,
“let it all out, hmm? take your time,” the man said, fully awake by now. he wants nothing but for his one and only to feel better. yes, he doesn’t really like and sort of skinship, but for you? he’d do anything.
after a good twenty minutes of your breakdown, you managed to slip out, “’m sorry, i know you needed to rest,”
backing away from the one he loves most, he looked right into your eyes; you could swear, it’s the most tender look he’s ever given you.
“don’t be sorry. you need me more than i need sleep, you are my responsibility. it’s the way it’s supposed to be, darling. i’m more than content to be the only one able to comfort you right now,” he said, tightening his grip around you.
feeling your throat closing up, minho noticed the tears welling up once again. he resorted to place both of his hands on each side of your head, placing kisses on your forehead and closed eyelids; hoping, that he can distribute whatever strength and comfort he has to his beloved.
“breathe, baby. take it slow,” minho said, while helping you adjust your breathing that was ragged due to the constant flow of tears.
hearing you saying something along the lines of wanting to sleep or something like that, he took it as a sign to bring you into a more comfortable position.
letting go of the man that has comforted you for the last 30 minutes, he guided you so you can rest on the pillow he fluffed up just a while ago. adjusting the both of you so you can lie down properly, he continued srroking your hair, his grip on you never loosening. seeing you drift off to sleep due to the exhaustion, he smiled softly. pressing a kiss to your temple and whispering a quick i love you, he too, drifted of to dreamland.
maybe for now, your heart is on the verge of shattering; but one thing for sure, minho won’t let that happen. he isn’t good with words and it’s never a problem; his actions speaks volumes, and that is what matters the most.
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imabeautifulbutterfly · 28 days ago
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Congratulations on your follower milestone!! You deserve all of them and more! I'm sorry it took me so long to send in a request! If it's too late, I totally understand.
I will request something with Hunter (Star Wars) and the quote: "It doesn't matter who you are or what you look like, so long as somebody loves you."
I hate to be picky, but I've been so emotional lately, maybe I could ask that it not be a sad one? There can be angst, as long as it's not a sad ending? If that doesn't work out, let me know!
Thank you!
Carol (@clonethirstingisreal)
@clonethirstingisreal I'm so sorry you've been emotional lately. So I've tried to write something with a bit of angst but a whole lot of fluff. So I hope you like it.
Sending you a big squishy hug.
Love oo.
I'm That Somebody
Warning: Tease, fluff, slight angst, self-doubt, questioning the other person's love, tenderness, kissing, hugs. I think that's it, if I miss anything please let me know.
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Hunter sat in front of the comm station of your ship, smiling to himself, his eyes closed as he swung the chair back and forth slightly with his foot. Enjoying the simple peace of a supply run. No bounty hunters. No Hemlock. No Empire. Just a simple supply run.
You smirked as you saw him in his element.
“What’s got you so happy?”
“Just enjoying the restful trip.”
“More like you’re enjoying the quiet, since Wrecker, Omega, and Crosshair all decided to stay behind.”
He opened one of his eyes slightly, taking your wrist in his hand as he pulled you close, getting you to sit on his lap as his arms wrapped around your waist holding you tight against him. 
“I’m enjoying being alone with you.”
“That’s because you’re a sucker.”
“No, that’s because I love you.” Hunter pressed his nose into your hair, smiling as he felt your hand gently rub his bicep, while your head gently rested on his.
You let out a huff, not quite believing him.
“What’s that for?” He asked, pulling back to look at you.
“What’s what for?”
“That scoff.”
A deep sigh escaped you, “I … I know you love me. I know.” You nodded softly, “But until when?”
“Until when what?”
“Until when are you going to love me?”
He looked at you confused and slightly hurt, “Wait.” He shifted you, so he could get a proper look at your face, “Do you think I’m going to get tired of you or something?”
“Aren’t you? I mean …” you closed your eyes, trying to tell your mouth to shut up, trying to get it to stop vomiting all your insecurities out into the open, “Let’s face it sweetie, I am not easy to deal with. I have insecurities. Issues. Anxieties…”
“And?” Hunter cut you off, “And that’s supposed to make me have a timer on my love.”
You opened your eyes, focusing on the floor of your shuttle, “Everyone else has.”
He let out a quiet sigh, “Do I look like everyone else?”
“No.”
“Do I look like I give in or call it quits like some weak civvie?”
“No, of course not.”
“Then why would I ever give up on you?”
Your eyes slowly shifted from the floor to look into his eyes, he looked hurt and vulnerable. It hit you how much you had hurt him, but your own insecurity, “I’m sorry… I … it’s not you…”
He gently pressed a finger to your lips, he could see how much your own mind was about to start spiralling and that’s the last thing he wanted. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, pulling you closer.
“Cyare, please listen,” he spoke into your ear, as his nose brushed against your hair, "It doesn't matter who you are or what you look like, so long as somebody loves you. And I'm that somebody. I love you because of you. You can be the most annoying person and I’ll still love you. You can be ruthless and cold, and I’ll still love you. You can balloon up to a 1000 pounds, and I’ll still love you. I love you because you are funny, sweet, kind, a little neurotic,” he chuckled lightly, “a little crazy, but it all combines into this amazing person that I get to hold in my arms. I love you because you look at me like I matter. I love you because you don’t look down at me just because I’m a clone. You look at me, like I exist.” 
He pulled back tilting your head slightly so he could kiss your neck, “I love you,” he pressed another kiss, “because you taste like my favourite fruit. I love you, because when you’re in my arms, I feel complete. That won’t change in two years, five years, 10, 20, until my last dying breath, how I feel about you will never change.” He pressed another kiss just behind your ear, pulling back to look at you. “So please don’t lose faith in me or think I’m like any of those other pieces of garbage that aren’t worthy of your love.”
As his hand cupped your cheek, you held it against you, leaning into his warmth as you closed your eyes and nodded. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to …”
“I know.”
“I love you. I love you so much, I wonder if I’m deserving of your love.”
“You are,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek and jawline, “you are more than deserving of my love. I’ll remind you every day, every hour, every minute if you need me to.”
You wrap your arms around him, feeling his heartbeat against your chest, as the warmth from his body starts to settle against you, making you feel safe and protected. Hunter doesn’t hesitate as he wraps his arms around you and holds you tight. 
“I’m never letting you go, cyare. Never.”
“Promise?”
“Till every star burns out.”
You let out a soft wet chuckle, as the tears you’d been fighting and holding back started to emerge, “Good, because I’m never letting you go.”
Hunter smiled as he pressed another kiss to your neck, “I like it when you’re possessive,” he chuckled, “I love you. Don’t forget that. Ever. I’ll always be here for you.”
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