#if not meant to kiss why look so kissable

[apollosfavkiddo]

⛧° will you be my prom date? - hoo boys °⛧

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content: headcannons for my favorite boys of how they would ask you on a date!

warnings: cursing, non-estabilished relationship, slight sexual allusions (nothing too NSFW), friends with benefits, characters are all 18+,

a/n: i had this idea in the middle of portuguese class and i loved it so now i'm writing cause i'm independent MUAHAHAHA- jk jk i'm fine (questionable) annd i already started writing that fic i told u guys about... it'll be good, i hope

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⛧Jason Grace

He does not know how to ask a girl out.

Like, he has no fucking clue on how to do that. You see, he's a perfectionist in absolutely everything in his life, and would be no less concerned with his girl. Who, by the way, is not his girl. 'Yet', he keeps telling himself that.

So, of course that he has to have the most perfect plan of all on how to ask you out to prom.

He'd do absolutely averything to make you feel safe and loved, so when you told him a few weeks before that the most expected experience of your school-life was THE prom, he took that as a subtle cue that you wanted him to invite you to go with him.

It indeed was, but you would never tell that to anyone.

Of course, the first person he thinks to go to is Piper, since she knows you and she's a daughter of Aphrodite. Especially because of that last one.

So of course she advises him on how she thinks it's the best way to invite you to prom.

One day, you had a evening date on top of the Zeus cabin - you both found a spot that you could throw some blankets and lay down together, watching the stars. It was almost on routine, but tonight he was very much anxious.

"Right there it's Andromeda. There, Orion and a little bit further down, right there, it's Pegasus." You say, pointing the constelations to him as you always did. But tonight, he wasn't staring at the night sky. He was staring at you.

How could you be so beautiful with those soft lips, those cute cheeks, that kissable nose, those always happy eyes... you were just too beautiful. And it was just amazingly cute how your eyes shined and your smile got even brighter when you were talking about something you liked.

So he decided to just fuck the whole plan up. Which was definetly something that the Normal Jason would ever do, but this was Madly-In-Love Jason. He'd do it, for you.

"You wanna go to prom with me? Like, as my date?" He'd ask you. You snapped your head towards him as if you hadn't heard it quite right.

"Um... what?" You asked, confused it he really meant what he just asked.

"Do. You. Want. To. Go. To. Prom. With. Me?" He asked pausedly, making sure you understood. You felt your cheeks burn bright red and a smile creep up your lips.

You leaned forwards and connected your lips in a soft and tender kiss, giving him the answer he needed. "Thought you'd never ask."

⛧° Percy Jackson

He only discovered that the prom was gonna happen one week before it did.

And that's when it clicks to him why you're being all weird and evasive, refusing his kisses, hugs and the 'i need you rn' texts.

Sure you were just friends with benefits, but still hurt you quite a lot that he didn't even bother to ask you to check if you were even going to the prom.

Little did you know he had no idea there was going to be a prom.

So when he texted you this morning with a ‘meet me at the aquarium in twenty.’ you considered ignoring him. But maybe he was finally going to apologize, you hoped.

The first thing you saw when you got to the aquarium that was the usual spot of your dates, he was there holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He wasn’t looking at you, instead he was looking at the mirror, fixing his… not messy hair?

That’s when you noticed. He was in a freaking tuxedo, which was a sight for sore eyes, his usually messy hair was all gelled up and he looked… even more handsome than usual.

When he looked at you, a smile immediately crept up his lips, and you were suddenly feeling weird in that old pair of jeans and a baby blue cropped. Still, he looked like he had never seen anything prettier than you.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He said and walked towards you, kissing your cheek softly. You smiled and blushed, forgetting for a moment that you were still mad at him. He handed you the flowers, which you took gratefully from his hands.

When you looked up at him again, he seemed… guilty about something. He wasn’t even looking at you in the eye when he sighed and pulled you close to him, hugging your body.

“I’m so sorry, y/n/n, i’m so, so sorry. I swear i didn’t know that the prom was coming, i just- i’m sorry for being such an airhead.” He said, giving multiple kisses to the top of your head.

“It’s ok. I’m not mad anymore.” You said, smiling at the boy in front of you. “How can i even be mad when you literally call me to an aquarium in which you are in a freaking tuxedo?” Your asked, kissing his lips softly.

“Really? You forgive me?” He asked, his eyes hopeful.

“Of course i do.” You said. Then, you raised one hand to his hair and muffled it, making all messy again. “And i prefer your hair in its normal rebel condition.”

He smiled as you walked towards the aquarium that you two had visited multiple times before. The place of your first kiss, the first holding hands, the first date…

But when you got near the fish tank, he asks you to stop and close your eyes, so that’s what you do.

Five minutes later, he comes back to your side and smiles, “You can open it now.”

And when you opened… well, all the fish in the tank were in a formation that said ‘Prom?’, and your smile instantly brightened. The boy next to you had the biggest smile ever seen on earth’s surface, and it was the cutest thing ever.

“Of course i’ll go to prom with you, dumbass.” You said, pulling him down by his collar and giving him a very passionate kiss.

⛧° Leo Valdez

He just let life tell him the right moment.

Literally, he couldn’t care less to whether you both were going to the prom or not. He just wanted to make you happy as always.

So when he discovered that you indeed wanted to go to prom, he made his life’s most important work until this day: a metal rose that, when you pressed a button to the side, opened to a message of ‘Do you wanna go to prom with me?’ that he knew you’d like.

He made it and triple checked it, just to be sure it’d work. It did work, but he couldn’t keep the thought that probably something was gonna be ruined with his bad luck.

So, one day, he was in bunker nine, covered in grease and soot, his hair messy and a little oiled up. He had just finished the rose-mission and was getting his stuff together before leaving to cabin nine so he could take a shower and change into clean clothes.

That’s until you ruined his plans and came in unexpectedly.

“Leo?” You asked, getting inside the hot bunker. Lots of projects were in the table, on the walls and even on the floor. Lots of weird materials that you didn’t quite know the name to were spread all over the place. It was actually cute.

“Mi amor, is it you?” He asked, leaving the shadows to a very smiley, pretty and happy you. He thanked the gods that he had taken the rose out of his work table before you got there.

“Yeah, it is. Whatcha doing?” You asked, sitting down in a pouf that you told him to put there, moths before.

“Just, uh… some weird Leo Valdez stuff, y’know.” He said, jokingly.

When he looked back at you, the tip of his nose caught fire. You were just… ethereal. Just sat there, looking around his work, hair pulled back in a messy braid, the small little pout that you always seemed to have in your lips…

He needed to do that right now.

Right now it’s the perfect moment.

Hell, every moment is the perfect moment. As long as it’s with you.

“Hey, princesa, i made something for you. I don’t know if you’ll like it, but, uh… yeah.” He said, getting closer and crouching down in front of you.

He took the metal rose out of his pocket and handed it to you. Your face immediately turned into a bright smile, grabbing the rose from his hand and pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Aw, honey, thank you! It’s so pretty!” You said, amazed by the beauty of the metal in front of you.

“Just, hm..” He said as he pressed a button in the back of the rose.

Thanks the gods, Tyche decided to be on his side today.

It occurred just right in the way he planned. The rose opened slowly, revealing a small little message. When you read it - with difficulty from the dyslexia -, your eyes watered.

You pulled him in for a hug, not caring it he was all greasy and sweaty and dirty. “Yes! Of course i will, babe!” She said, giving kisses all over his face.

“Te quiero, princesa.” He whispered and kissed you again.

⛧° Frank Zhang

He was nervous.

His hands were all sweaty and he wasn’t sure if you were going to accept the prom invite.

Fine, you were almost dating by now. But what if you stopped liking him? What if you found someone else? What if you hated him? What if-

Well, he was overthinking. A lot. And he just wished everything would go smoothly, and definitely not wrong. Nope. Anything is gonna go wrong here, folks.

You’re going to a little date dinner in the evening, you’ll can’t about your days and, in the end, he’ll ask you to be his prom date. Everything will be completely okay.

And at the beginning it really was. He got himself to calm down and was relatively fine, compared to earlier, and you just talked together at the beach, talking about your days.

The whole problem began when you mentioned the subject ‘prom’.

Oh, look at his hands getting all sweaty again.

He’s kind of scared, but he forces himself to ask you the question anyways.

“Hey, y/n, i was w-wondering if… if you-“ Before he got to finish, the boy got so nervous he transformed himself into a dog.

Why a dog, you ask? Because he remembered one day that you mentioned to him that dogs were your favorite animal on the world.

And he never forgets anything that you tell him about yourself.

But he got so, so embarrassed, thinking that he had ruined every chance that he had with you.

Little did he knew you just fell in love even more.

When he shifted back into his human form, you were still giggling, and he was super embarrassed about the situation.

“I’m sorry, i… i kinda shift when i got nervous..” He mumbled under his breath, looking at his hands.

You chuckled a little more and pulled him to you, giving him a kiss to the cheek. “It’s okay. Now, what were you gonna ask me?”

“Uh… do you… do you wanna go to prom with me?” He asked the question, and your smile just brightened. You kissed him in the lips now and felt him melting onto your lips.

“Of course, big guy.”

a/n: i kinda liked it???? like what. oh, thank you SO MUCH ALL OF YOU CAUSE I REACHED TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY LIKES LIKE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??? LIKE, I MADE MY DIRST POST THREE DAYS AGO, TOPS!! Im just so proud and thankful, i love you all! my 24 besties 😭😭

[wildestdreamsblog]

a one shot w jk and the one night stand scenario pls pls i beg 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ delulu levels r off the charts ever since ck

What he wants, he gets

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (idol au)

Warnings: Soft Yandere, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

3000 celebration

‘Fuck,’ you mouthed as you looked down at your bare body covered only by a white sheet, and then slowly and horrifyingly turned to look at the man beside you. Your eyes widened even further, your heart beat faster as recognition dawned on your face.

Fuck, indeed.

You let your head fell back down on the pillow in frustration. You couldn’t even have the luxury of experiencing any onslaught of confusion about what happened the night before because you knew full well. The soreness in between your thighs and the marks you could see scattered on your chest were enough to tell you what shouldn’t have happened.

You blamed the alcohol.

You even blamed the man beside you.

But worst of all, you blamed yourself.

You meant, in the first place, why did you allow yourself to go out and drink and completely lost it?!

And of all the people you could have slept with, why on earth did you sleep with the Jeon Jungkook?!

God, you knew you had to leave before he even woke up. You couldn’t even begin to imagine how he would react when he saw you beside him. He would probably think you tricked him somehow.

With bated breath, you lifted the heavy arm filled with artistic tattoos. You carefully watched his face, taking note of the way he whined when you left his arm. He was frowning adorably before you place a pillow in his arm.

You looked down at his handsome face. His dark, luscious hair was like a halo in perfect contrast to the white pillow. His slightly agape lips looked as kissable as they did last night. Jeon Jungkook looked like a dark prince that stepped out of a fairytale. He looked like a dream with his innocent face and his eyes filled with childlike wonder, yet his sinful body told a different story.

Sadly, you had to leave the dream and wake up.

You just wished he didn’t recognize you.

With a small, bitter smile on your lips, you kissed his cheek softly. And with that, you left. In your haste, you unknowingly left behind your bracelet with your name engraved on the inside,

Three weeks passed and yet, the memory of your time with him was still deeply etched in your mind. The way he kept looking at you in secret, a shy smile gracing his lips, the way the colorful lights from the club reflected on him, the way he finally built the courage to walk to you- they were all living rent free in your mind. The marks he so delightfully left in your skin may have already faded, but you could still feel him. The way he was so shy when he approached you was so opposite to how he was when he was on stage. The way he laughed at your jokes was like music in your ears… and the way he looked at you with interest and shyness both glinting in his eyes made you pull him by his clothes to kiss him. You squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself to forget. You have to if you were going to work with the group.

“Until when are you going to sulk, Jungkookie?” Jin asked the youngest maknae, his voice both worried and with a hint of sermon. Ever since he woke up hours later without you and with no trace of you except the bracelet you left behind, he felt angry. That was almost a month ago and everyone in the group could feel the shift in his mood and it was affecting them.

Jungkook was someone who was often laidback, someone who didn’t want to feel negative emotions. However, everyone knew he hated when he was being ignored and what you were doing was the highest form of neglect he had ever felt in his life.

“Until I see her again,” he answered quietly, his eyes focused on the bracelet he was wearing. It was tight on his wrist, but he didn’t care. This bracelet was the only information he had on you.

“Jungkook, you know we always give you everything you want. But we can’t give you her. Not when we don’t know anything about her except her first name,” Namjoon explained gently, his patience endless when it came to the golden maknae. He could see how you were able to affect Jungkook. This was the first time they saw him be attracted to someone, really attracted to someone.

Because if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t lose sleep over you. He wouldn’t go home to his hyungs with tears in his eyes saying he lost you. He wouldn’t still look for you if you were meaningless.

“You’ll find her, Jungkook. We’ll help you, okay? But now, we need you to focus in this meeting.”

The meeting ran long. It was both draining yet productive to the boys. After deciding to call it a day, Jungkook walked out of the room. His eyes were focused on his phone when he felt someone ran into him. His hand immediately went out to steady her.

The girl bowed down her head in apology, her hair covering her face as she refused to meet Jungkook’s doe eyes. He tilted his head, about to ask her if she was okay. His large hand was still touching her forearm when he caught her.

And he felt something he couldn’t name.

Your heart beat faster. It was just your luck to run into him when you thought you successfully evaded him the whole meeting. But there was no way he recognized you, right?

“Have..have we met before?” He asked in confusion, his voice deep as he tried to peek at your face.

“N-no,” you answered while shaking your head, your hair still carefully placed in front of you. Your eyes were now on his hand that was still touching you. Your eyes widened when you recognized that bracelet.

It was yours.

Why was he wearing that?

In your surprise, you looked up at his dark and beautiful eyes. And before he could even process anything, you were apologizing yet again and walking as fast as you could to the elevator without looking suspicious.

Jungkook turned his broad back on you, his brows furrowed as he tried to remember your features and where he saw you. It was merely a second, only full second that he got to see your face before you hid behind your hair again.

You really looked familiar.

You felt familiar.

Could you be-

“Y/N! Enjoy your weekend!”

You had just entered when your coworker saw you. She waved at you, unknowing about the chaos she created.

The elevator was closing when you looked up and saw Jungkook snapped his head to you. His eyes looked betrayed as recognition finally dawned on him.

It was you.

It was your name. With purpose, he ran to the elevator only for him to miss it by half a second. You slumped back to the wall. There was no way that he didn’t recognize you now, his face told you everything.

Fuck. He was fucking mad.

He was fuming mad. He probably thought that you took advantage of him, never minding that he was bigger and stronger than you.

But still, he was younger than you by almost two years. You closed your eyes, praying this was all a bad dream. But the elevator finally dinged, signaling the basement floor. You opened your eyes just as the elevator door opened, only to reveal a huffing Jungkook.

He was breathing hard after running down the flights of stairs. There was no way in hell you would escape him now, not when he finally found you.

His dark clothes made him looked more imposing, more dangerous. His booted feet entered the elevator slowly, sauntering to where you were practically glued to the wall.

“Why are you running from me, noona?” He asked with his head tilted to the side. His voice was soft, but he was anything but.

Jungkook was both happy, yet angry. Happy that he finally found you. Angry that you had once again ran away from him, something that you weren’t allowed to do anymore.

Not when he finally found you.

“J-jungkook, that night was a mistake. I’m sorry,” you said with shaky voice, your hand stretched out in front of you to stop him from cornering you even further.

“Noona, how could you leave me alone?” He asked you with a pout, his hand caressing your face. Fucking finally. Finally, he could touch you again. “You promised me that you wouldn’t leave me.”

What?

“It wasn’t a mistake…it was meant to be,” he continued despite your grip on his thick wrist. You tried to stop him, but he was too determined and strong. His large body crowded you. He looked down at you with dark eyes, his eyebrow piercing glinting from the elevator’s light.

“But I forgive you. We’ll start again, noona.”

You were attracted to him, really you were. But the way he was right now, the way he sounded almost…terrifying, woke you up from the dream you were in. Jungkook was no prince charming.

“I need you to step back, Jungkook,” you said with a strong voice, pushing him away to no avail. “We need to talk about this?”

Jungkook chuckled darkly. “You want to talk? Fine, we’ll talk, noona.”

And before you knew it, he leaned down and your body was thrown over his wide shoulder.

Who would hear your cry for help in the basement? Who would stop him?

“Is that her?” Taehyung asked as he watched their maknae carried someone over his shoulder. He was finally smiling. No one knew this side of Jungkook. Behind his sweet smiles and personality, Jeon Jungkook was an obsessive man. No one knew, and unlucky you, you were about to experience first hand.

“It seems like,” Jimin answered before smiling.

No one could really control their maknae. What he wanted, he got.

Alternative ending

[4ngel-inc]

CHUUYA NAKAHARA W/ A TALLER GIRLFRIEND — "𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣𝔣 𝔫𝔬𝔴" ୧ ‧₊˚

notes: this is a niche post ok no one judge me—i wrote it for me hehehehe (we all needed this post tho ngl). 1.3k words.

warnings: mdni. fem reader, teasing chuuya (lovingly) about his height but also being worried your own height may bother him, an angry chuuya, he's mad while fingering you, playful teasing.

𝟒:𝟓𝟒 𝐏.𝐌.

"oooh-taking your gloves off? you gonna tickle me to death?" despite the way your pretty lashes fluttered against your warm cheeks as you giggled, chuuya wasn't amused—not in the slightest.

you were sprawled out on your shared bed, relaxing on your back with your hair touseled over the pillow a bit, a few little strands stuck to your lips. he knew you well enough to know you were only looking for attention—you always brought out that little sarcastic side when you were feeling needy for him.

he knew he'd been ignoring you lately—but it wasn't on purpose. there was simply too much work piling up on his desk—too much shit to think about. it was the busiest time of the year for the port mafia, and though he enjoyed his job, he was feeling worn out. even arahabaki itself couldn't sustain him when he worked long days like this.

however, the way you eye-fucked him as he sipped on his favorite red wine, the expensive bottle resting at its usual place on the bedside table, had him thinking maybe he'd play your game for a while, if it meant getting what he wanted in the end.

he wanted you on your knees, begging for forgiveness at your sly little comment. isn't it true that shorter guys are usually less successful in business? i'm so glad that never held you back, baby.

he set the glass on the bedside table next to his gloves with a clink before approaching you at the bed, not climbing on top of you like you clearly expected, you arms making little grabby motions as he came closer—his face was completely neutral, despite your sweet, flirty smile, almost as though he didn't hear your comment at all.

chuuya was fully aware you liked seeing him angry—he teased you about it often. you just wanted to get me riled up, is that it? want some attention, baby? i don't think that's very funny. normally he brushed off your little comments—making his own in return and poking fun at you as well, but today, he simply wasn't in the mood.

it was his day off, he just wanted to fuck you, wanted you to help him relax—was that too much to ask from his sweet girl?

it had been difficult to focus on the words you were saying previously with how kissable you looked in that moment, soft lips and pretty eyes staring back at him like he held your whole world in his hands—he could never resist you. you were his greatest weakness, he'd accepted it long ago.

however, as soon as you made that comment, something darkened in his eyes.

"that's right, baby. the gloves are coming off—you wanted to see me like this, anyways, didn't you?"

only silence filled the room as he finished off his glass of wine, letting the red liquid slide down his throat with a single swallow.

chuuya's personality always seemed to change when he took his gloves off, and after almost a year together, he'd still never actually told you how the being inside him works—he'd only told you the gloves helped him stay in control, that they made him feel more human.

"i know why you're doing this, anyways." he sighed before rolling his eyes, leaning over your body and pressing his lips to yours—a sweet, soft kiss.

"oh? and why is that?" you pressed your lips to his again, surely tasting the lingering wine on his lips—clearly craving more as your hands slipped under his shirt to squeeze at his waist, pulling him closer to you.

"because my anger gets that little cunt wet, doesn't it? makes my slutty little girlfriend wanna fuck my brains out, yeah?"

you squirmed under his touch as his fingers trailed down your body, stopping when he felt the dampness of your pussy through your panties, rubbing soft circles over your clit.

𝟓:𝟎𝟖 𝐏.𝐌.

"hm, you want a boyfriend a little taller than you, that it, baby?"

chuuya was working you open with his fingers—words punctuated by the way he curled them inside you, making you arch your back as your head hung off the edge of the bed, tits bouncing with each harsh thrust of his fingers. his eyes were drawn to the light sheen of sweat covering your skin. you were just so damn beautiful—always so responsive to his touch.

"remember last night, when you came all over my fingers twice? told me i had the prettiest fingers you've ever seen, yeah? that a lie?"

chuuya knew well how his presence affected you—always catching you stealing glances at him when you thought he wasn't looking. you looked at him like he hung the moon with his own hands, and he knew you didn't mean your little sideways comments—but he was intent on punishing you nonetheless.

it was what you wanted, after all. your bratty comments always meant you wanted to be fucked—wanted to be the only thing on his mind for a while. if that's what you wanted, he'd surely give it to you.

"or maybe you wanna run back to those weak fucks you used to date—think they could fuck you better than me, yeah?"

"n-no, only y-you. . ."

his cock was hard and throbbing in his pants, delighted at the way you'd submitted to him entirely, so fucked out you couldn't form a proper sentence. he let his fingers slip out of you slowly, kissing your clit softly as he did, a wave of your slick following as you dripped onto the sheets.

he slapped your pussy with two fingers, harshly rubbing your clit with them afterward and making your thighs tremble.

"you want me to fuck this little cunt, yeah? fine, turn around for me baby—lemme see that pussy."

𝟕:𝟐𝟎 𝐏.𝐌.

"does it ever bother you that i'm taller than you?"

he laughed at that, "c'mon, seriously?" he'd assumed you were past the point of joking about this now.

"no, i'm serious, 'chu—sometimes i wonder if you don't like that about me." you stroked his cheek as he lay next to you, the soft gesture almost lulling him to sleep after fucking you so intensely—he was worn out from the entire week, only wanting to hide in bed with his favorite girl and sleep for a while.

he let himself sink further into your touch as his eyes drifted closed, voice soft and sleepy. "hmm- never bothered me once, princess. does it bother you?"

"no, not at all, i'm just. . . not very interesting—i guess it's not really about the height thing at all. i sometimes wonder if you'd be happier with someone more like you—someone special." your words sounded a bit more like a confession to yourself than to chuuya.

"that shit means nothing to me—i'm the strongest skill user in the port mafia and i'll beat the shit out of anyone who even looks at you wrong." he was more awake now, words seeming to defend you from some nonexistent threat he had imagined in his head at that moment.

he asssumed you were waiting for more reassurance, that your insecurities were still pulling you away from him, so he continued.

"wouldn't change anything about us—we're damn sure perfect for each other and you know i don't say shit like that often."

you buried your face in his side, reaching up to rest your hand in the curve of his neck—your favorite place, softly stroking the skin there.

"hmm, i agree. but if anyone's perfect here, it's you."

[lilypadeater]

YOUR WRITING IS SO MUAH 💋

request :3

could you do a smut where Rick is kinda mean towards the reader but that’s only because he’s into her! And he’s kinda a perv 🎀

Try It On

Rick Grimes x Fem!Reader

Summary-(Request)

Content Warnings: +18, MDNI, age gap (20s and 40s) smut, p in v, unprotected, fingering, degrading, perverted and jealous rick I suppose, kissing, flirting, cussing, UNEDITED

The Georgia heat forced you to wear shorts and a tank top, which Rick definitely didn't mind seeing you in. Water sloshed around in the bucket with each step you took, and some even spilled onto you. You poured it into the cow troughs and made your way towards Maggie and Beth.

The girls were standing by the tents of the survivors living on your farm. You nearly rolled your eyes when you saw Maggie flip her hair in efforts of flirting with Glenn, one of the survivors. Beth awkwardly third wheeled them, so you decided you rescue her. "Beth, Daddy needs you," You called out.

She seemed to have caught the hint and scurried away from Glenn and Maggie's flirtatious interaction. You turned to the house but Glenns voice stopped you, "Hey wait! We need your help."

Slightly surprised, you turned back around and asked, "For what?" Maggie sauntered over to you with Glenn following closely behind her.

"We need you to come on a run with us," Maggie demanded.

The idea of going outside the farm was exciting and terrifying at the same time. There was 'infected' everywhere, you assumed. But that was simply an assumption, and you were sick of being cooped up in the farm. It couldn't be that bad, plus, you had Maggie and Glenn to watch out for you.

You paused for a moment before replying, "Well, I'm not opposed to the idea, but why?"

"We need to cover a lot of ground in a short amount of time. Glenn and I are gonna check pharmacies for medicine, you and whoever else are gonna check the stores for ammo."

Now, you were completely against the idea. Maggie and Glenn wouldn't even be around to look out for you. Your safety relied on whoever else agreed to go. "Why the hell would you even want me to go? I can barely shoot a gun."

She rolled her eyes, as if it were the most obvious answer, "You're the only other person here, besides Daddy and Beth, who knows the town as well as me. Don't worry, we'll find someone experienced to protect you." Her snarky tone ticked you off, but you decided to ignore it.

Glenn could see your unconvinced face, and decided to chime in, "Actually, I'll see if Rick could come. If he's able to protect a 12 year old boy, he'll be able to protect you."

It was embarrassing to be seen as s damsel in distress, but you really wouldn't be able to survive out there on your own. The two were eager to have you to come on this run, so you really couldn't say no. You sighed, "Fine, I'll go, but I don't think Rick would agree to it." Rick was the leader of the group on the farm, and he showed his disliked towards you the moment he laid eyes on you. It was clear he'd avoid you at every chance.

Rick couldn't deny the attraction he had towards you. The short dresses and tight tops you wore had his gaze lingering on you for far too long. Your lips looked so kissable every time you spoke to him. It was wrong for him to be attracted to you, Hershel would probably kill him for it. That's why he kept his distance from you and often gave you the cold shoulder.

When Glenn approached him and asked, "Would you mind coming with us on a run and partnering up with Y/N? She's kind of defenseless out there and we'd figure you'd be the best at making sure she stays alive." Rick didn't know what to do.

Being alone with you was something he'd never agree to, for his own well-being. It would be tantalizing to see what he couldn't have right in front of him. But knowing someone else would protect you, filled his veins with jealousy. He wanted to be your protecter, savior, and anything that meant keeping you safe. In his eyes, you were his, you just didn't know it yet.

"Yeah sure, I'll keep an eye on 'er," He nonchalantly answered.

You saddled up two horses, one for Maggie and Glenn, and another for you and Rick. Maggie rushed into the stables while holding onto Glenn's hand and giggling. Before you could say anything, Maggie announced, "Rick's just getting his gun ready, you'll catch up to us," and got onto the horse with Glenn sitting behind her. It was evident that they were going to be doing more than just searching for medicine as they galloped away.

Rick's footsteps snapped you out of your thoughts. You turned towards him with a hand on the horse's course fur. "Ready to go?" You asked softly, trying to seem polite. He just nodded in response and got onto the horse in a swift motion. "You know how to ride a horse?" You inquired, slightly confused at how well he did it.

"Yeah. Get on," He dryly answered. You were disappointed at his response and got onto the the back of the horse. Your body was pressed up against his back, making your stomach flutter and his heart race.

"This one's jumpy, so I'd be careful," You informed as you snaked your arms around his waist to hold yourself securely. The horse jolted forward and trotted out of the stables.

You directed Rick toward the town, but it was hard to focus on the dangers around you when you were so close to him. He smelled of a campfire and the forest, intoxicating you.

After about half an hour, you finally reached the town. The horse's loud footsteps attracted a walker, but Rick effortlessly stabbed it in the head. He began to tie the horse to a fence, but you quickly stood in front of him, stopping him. "What if she gets eaten?" You whispered, your voice laced with concern.

"Then so be it. There ain't nothing we can do, but this area seems fairly clear anyway," He replied with some edge and gently moved you to the side.

"Are you sure? Please can we look around to make sure?" You pleaded, feeling distressed from the situation.

He could see the worry in your innocent eyes and felt guilt creep up on him. "Fine," He grumbled and pulled his gun out of its holster.

You smiled in appreciation and watched as he tied the horse to the fence. Rick turned to you and asked, "Where's your gun?"

Completely clueless, you looked up at him and replied, "What gun?" Your father had forbidden the use of guns for you and your sisters, so the only weapon you had was a hunting knife. It was small, and you had to sneak it out of your father's shed, but it got the job done. Well, at least you'd hope it would.

He rubbed his forehead with his hand in frustration, "Jesus Christ, jus' stay close." You took this as a sign to grab his hand, lightly pulling him in the area you wanted to check. Rick was taken aback, but holding your hand was thrilling. He loved how soft and gentle your hand was, compared to his rough and calloused one.

After inspecting the area and finding no walkers, you deemed it safe enough to leave the horse. You guided Rick through the abandoned town, occasionally stopping at some stores to loot. Being in his presence made you feel safe, despite his attitude.

"This used to be my favorite place to shop," You explained and pointed to a boutique. It had broken windows and weathering, but there was still some clothing inside. "Now everything in it is free." Your comment formed a slight smile on Rick's face.

"We can check it out, but it's gettin' late, we need to head back soon," He plainly stated. You released Rick's hand and pranced towards the store eagerly. Rick followed you closely, slightly disappointed from the loss of physical contact. He did a quick sweep through the store to ensure no unwanted visitors would interfere with your looting spree.

"Look at this!" You exclaimed and excitedly picked up a short red dress with lace detailing. There were a couple tops and skirts you decided to take as well, stuffing everything into your backpack. It was dusty, but nonetheless beautiful.

Your smile and joy brought a sense of warmth around him, but the sunset outside made him anxious. "Are y'done yet? Walkers gonna be crawlin' everywhere soon," He hissed impatiently with his arms folded.

"Yeah, could you just help me try on this dress? I don't wanna take it all the way back if it doesn't fit," You replied and held up the wine red dress with elegant lace designs adorning it. He simply grumbled and followed you into the dressing rooms, hiding his anticipation.

You stepped into a dressing room and closed the curtain almost fully. The temptation to glance at you through the sliver filled Rick's mind, but he chose to turn away and ignore the growing bulge in his pants.

After undressing, you needed help zipping up the back of the dress. It barely covered your ass, so bringing it with you wasn't practical. Yet the urge to show Rick encouraged you to call out for him. He strode towards the dressing room as you slid the curtain open, revealing the beautiful dress. His eyes devoured the sight in front of him and roamed your body. Your legs and cleavage were on perfect display and the color complimented you beautifully.

"Zip me up?" You asked and turned around, pretending his gaze was unnoticed. The enclosed space required your bodies to push together. His warms hands reach your back and held you in place while her zipped it up. You could feel your cheeks heating up when his hand made contact with your bare skin and his erection pressed against you.

"Y'like it?" You whispered and tilted your head back, peering up at him through your lashes. Rick's eyes hungrily stared down at you as his hands traveled to your waist.

"Mhm" he muttered, tracing your body with his hands.

“Show me how much you like it,” you muttered, leaning into his touch and turning to face him. His lips grazed over your forehead before you felt his rough hand slip under your dress.

A smirk formed on your face when you met his hungry face. You guided his hand to you inner thigh, letting out a breathy gasp when his fingers reached your heat.

His fingers brushed over your soaking clothed pussy, "Fuckin' minx, already so wet." The feeing of his fingers rubbing your clit and hearing his words sent chills down your spine.

Rick's movements brought you close to the edge, just for him to slow down and deny your release. "Please," You whined, only receiving a sadistic smile from him. His hand left your clit and slipped out from under the dress, leaving you frustrated for more. "Just fuck me already," you panted, desperate to alleviate the growing desire between your legs.

He said nothing, simply cupping your face with the same hand and shoving the damp fingers into your mouth. You were surprised, but still felt yourself sucking on them eagerly, slightly tasting yourself.

"Only if you ask nicely," He smugly whispered into your ear before pulling them out.

"Please fuck me," You pleaded. In one swift motion, he spun you around and pressed you into the wall. Your hands supported you against the wall, as the sound of his belt unbuckling ignited a fire in your stomach. He pushed your dress up, just enough to slide your underwear to the side and coat his rock-hard cock with the arousal on your folds. The sensation earned a whimper from you as you struggled to stay quiet.

Rick eased into your drenched cunt slowly, giving you some time to adjust to the stretch. Your tight cunt squeezed around him, almost too tight. He was pressed deep inside of you, practically pushing against your cervix. He began to slowly thrust in and out of you, filling the small room with your whimpers and his groans. “You’re a fucking slut,” he rasped, causing your face to heat up in embarrassment. A loud and desperate moan left your lips as he sped up, grabbing your hips to push himself even deeper.

His hips rutted into yours roughly. “Fuck, I’m almost there,” you panted as the tingling sensation in your stomach increased.

A sinful smirk played onto his lips and he muttered “Good girl.” His praise sent you into your orgasm as he could pounding into you. Your walls clenched around him, finally slowing him down as he approached his own climax. You Rick grabbed a fistful of your hair and brought you closer to his face, shoving his tongue into your mouth. He stuffed your cunt with his cock completely before coming inside you, painting your walls white. You moaned into his kiss, satisfied at the feeling of being so full.

He slowly pulled out of you, causing some of the white liquid to dribble out. Your lips disconnected, gasping for air. Rick stared into your eyes with a sense of astonishment as you both caught your breath.

You met his eyes and smirked, “I guess you really liked the dress?”

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Lmao this took me so long to finish cause I was like “wtf am I doing” the whole time, sorry if it’s a little all over the place

Make more requests guys 😜

[sturniolo-2003]

FIRST KISS - C.STURNIOLO

Warnings : kissing (obviously lmao), cuddling

Summary : you and your bf, Chris, share your first kiss together

Authors note : I actually have no motivation to write rn but I feel I have to lmao. This one is gonna be really short btw srry

Pink is y/n

Blue is Chris

Italics is flashback

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Y/n’s POV

Me and my boyfriend, Chris, are still in school and we’ve been together for a month now

He asked me out when I stayed at his house for a sleepover

We lay in his room, watching a movie when he turned to me

“Y/n…?”

“Yeah?”

I could see hesitancy in his eyes, he was nervous and I didn’t know why yet

“C-can I ask you something?”

“Of course, go ahead.”

“Well… we’ve been good friends for a while now but I can’t help to see you as more than that…”

“Chris..”

“I know, I know..”

He takes a break, as if trying to build of up the courage to ask me

“Y/n.. will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes of course!”

Chris’ POV

I held her in my arms as we watched her favourite movie, surrounded by snacks

I lean down a little to press a little kiss to the top of her head

Me and her have never kissed, lips to lips, before and I really want to do it soon

She’s just so gorgeous and I genuinely think I might love her, I know we’ve only been together a month but I know what I feel

She looks so perfect, lay in my arms and happy while I hold her

The way her eyes glisten in the sun and it makes the light blue in them really pop

I could go on for hours and hours about how perfect she is but my point is is that I really like her

Y/n’s POV

I look up at Chris with love and affection in my eyes as I stare back up into his

“You’re so pretty, Y/n.”

“Thank you, you too.”

He leans down and kisses my cheek, my neck, my ear, my forehead, my nose and then, finally… my lips

Our lips meld so well together, his bottom lip being pressed between my lips

I lift my hand to tangle it in his hair and to pull him closer, giving me more access to his pretty lips

One of his hands is rubbing my waist, his arm around my middle securely, and the other cupping my cheek

I find myself being pulled in more and I love it, knowing he wants more of me instead of wanting to push me away

Chris’ POV

I finally did it! I kissed her and I’m so glad that I did because her lips are so perfect and kissable

“I love you so much.”

I accidentally mumble into the kiss that I love her, I mean I do but I didn’t want to say it yet

She abruptly pulls away, turning her head to look at me with widened eyes

“What..?”

“I-umm… I meant that.. I- meant that I love t-th-the kiss so much.”

I am stuttering hard and it’s obvious that I am trying to come up with a quick-fire excuse

When I am starting to think that I am done for, her open mouth starts to turn into a cheeky grin

“You love me?”

“I-I guess I do..”

“I love you too.”

“Really?”

“Of course I do, how could I not?”

“Don’t get me started.”

We both laugh and she places her hand back on my cheek, pulling me in for another soft kiss

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Taglist : @astrolynnworld @mangoposts @mattsneezing @mattybswife

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Sundae Tropes - Milestone Event - CLOSED 🍨

Well, hello everyone! I can’t believe it’s finally happened but we’re celebrating a milestone! 300 followers?! Like what? I want to thank each and every single one of you for supporting my little blog. I love the interaction and going forward, hope to have more engagement with everyone. To celebrate, I thought I’d throw together a little event. This is intended to be an 18+ event, so minors MDNI. Welcome to Sundae Tropes! Open to all my followers and moots!

Give it up for the talented @actuallysaiyan for the super cute banner!

Rules

🍨 Make your sundae!

1. Pick a flavor of ice cream 2. Choose 1 or 2 toppings - One per group 3. Pick a man (or woman) from either Bleach or JJK 4. Please note the waffle cone option if none of the toppings appeal to you

So for example, your request could look something like Chocolate with whipped cream and caramel with Renji.

🍨Please note: Since this is meant to celebrate my moots and followers, I will not be accepting anon requests. Anyone who follows me and wants to submit a request, but are shy to have their name show up, please DM me, and I will add your request to the list and reach out to you separately when I’m done writing, without responding to the ask publicly. 

🍨 The reader will by default be written as female unless specified otherwise. Please have a look at my rules for characters I don’t write. All characters are either written as adults or aged up.

🍨Also, since each fandom has certain characters more popular than others, I’m capping the number of requests I receive for these characters. 

🍨This will be open for a week (closing April 12th). 

🍨I will be writing a good number of these and will be feeding all requests into a random generator to pick what order I’m writing these in. 

Flavors

Vanilla - High school sweethearts 

Chocolate - Boss/secretary

Strawberry -  Enemies to Lovers 

Rocky Road - Teacher/student

Cookie dough - Strangers in a foreign city

Coffee - Friends to lovers

Moose Tracks - Fake dating

Mint chocolate chip - Soulmates

Butterscotch - Forced proximity

Cookies and Cream - Marriage pact

Fudge - Captor/Captive

Peanut butter - Secret Billionaire

Butter Pecan- Love Triangle (pick 2 characters)

Birthday cake- Amnesia/Mistaken identity 

Cotton Candy- Secret Admirer 

Cherry- Return to hometown/reunion love 

Toppings (pick up to 2 - one from each group)

Group 1

Sprinkles - Threesome (pick 2 characters)

Whipped cream - Creampie, Breeding Kink

Crushed Oreos - Clit spanking, Nipple play, Bondage

Marshmallow -  Teasing, Edging, Toys

Kit Kats - Exhibitionism, Dirty talk, Hair pulling

Maraschino Cherries - Praise kink, Lingerie, Blowjob

Strawberries - Passionate/romantic sex, Emotional bond

M&Ms - Virginity loss, Soft sex, Sweet talking

Group 2

Banana - Doggystyle

Reeses Pieces- Cowgirl

Chocolate-covered pretzels - Missionary

Nutella - Butterfly Position

Caramel - Thirst Position

Gummy bears - Facesitting

Brownie bits - 69

Chocolate chips -  Lotus position

Kinks and fetishes not your thing? Want something fluffy and SFW? Add a waffle cone to any flavor! Pick a waffle cone prompt from the list below:

A waffle cone request could look like: Vanilla waffle cone #4 with Gojo

"I'm going on a blind date." "In hopes of them actually being blind?"

"Is there something I can do to make it easier?"

“Don’t you dare walk away right now!”

“Do you miss us?”

"I trust you with all of my heart."

“I have the feeling that you’re trying not to kiss me and I give you permission to just do it.”

“Do you want my jacket?”

"You're all my favorite things about the world concentrated into one person”

"You hugged me like your personal pillow."

“Oh, just shut up, I’m not blushing!”

“Morning cuddles are the best part of the day.”

“Of course I know the way you like your coffee.”

"My heart dances every time I look at you."

Why is your stupid face just so kissable?”

“Your laugh is contagious.”

"I never believed in love at first sight before I met you."

all dividers by @/ cafekitsune Prompts from @/ creativepromptsforwriting

[dairy-farmer]

You know that annoying "redeemed by a Good Woman/redeemed by puss" troupe?

I just remembered Match :Dc

Kon's evil Clone twin. The one where they actually SUCCEEDED and he's totally down to kill Superman and is also super unstable physically etc.

But consider!

Secret Relationship! Bats are paranoid after all. Can't let our enemies or Dads know we're dating! Or fuuuuuckin.

So when the switch happens? And "Superboy" gets a nasty blow to the head that gives him spotty memory? Of COURSE his... "Best Friend"(tm) wink wink nudge nudge, is gonna take care of him. The whole team obviously knows. But no one else does.

So Match has no idea what's happening.

Has he been Made? THAT FAST? Shit, Bats really ARE something else. Better kill hi-... why is he hugging me? This... IS a hug, right? He's never had one before. It's not awful.

And so Match keeps pretending to be Kon. Slowly gets "better". Forgot a lot about Robin and their Relationship, of course, so they have to start basicly over. But isn't Rob the BEST? So patient! Hand holding. Cuddles. Tender kisses.

Hand jobs.

It blows Match's MIND. This? This is fantastic. No one tells him what to do, treats him like an animal, calls him an "it", and?? He gets all these soft touches and kisses? Robin's even talking about maybe having sex "again"!

Fuck. He is TOTALLY stealing the other clone's Life. RIP to that guy. His now.

Except? No The Fuck You Don't, Bitch(tm). Kon is actively waging a one man war against his captors. Fuck these guys. Luthor in particular. He has a boyfriend to get back too and a Usurper to curbstomp. Or fuck. Depends on how hot he is and if he's a dick. Kon DOES have a well known incest kink.

Might keep him.

But back with Match? B-be gentle with him Robin~ *bats eyelashs* *shoulder smack* they're doing the whole shebang. Cabin by a lake. Pizza and dancing. Sparkling grape juice since booze won't effect "kon" anyway.

Just? Everything Tim can think off to make it fun and memorable. He even remembered lube this time, because NOW he knows Kon is too big to take without a little help. It's like a do-over, almost.

It's ALSO the moment Match's loyalties completely fuckin switch. Ride or Die with THIS guy, specifically. [Robin has given Match: The Sex. Match will now willingly die for Robin.]

It's a literally life-changing First Time for Match and a Really Good for Tim. Laughing and tired from dancing, hands roaming each other's bodies, lazily finding what feels good. Tim sighing in pleasure, a pretty little roll of his body arching his back, as he let's his legs fall wide. Smiles at Match.

His hands still loosing hugging Match close, his kissable lips, soft in a lazy grin. The body under Match relaxed and full of trust. Touching him back. Just to feel his skin, too make him feel good too. Looking at him like he's wonderful. Like he's worth loving.

IS Loved.

Match wants to worship this. Steal it away. To hell with the world and "saving" it. He uses a brain meant for grand battle strategies, to memories every twitch and squeeze around his rocking fingers. What makes Rob feel good. What makes him feel BETTER.

Kisses his way down.

Gentle. Careful, so careful. He has so much strength.

He wishes he could suck, but doesn't trust himself. Luckily his tounge draws delight anyway. He let Rob roll them. Feels cradled, between those thighs, as Rob desperately rides his face.

Takes so much control for Rob to stop. He's shaking with it. He wants to continue so BAD. But wants Match's cock more. So Match gets passed the lube. Blindly fumbles to get ready.

He hears something, flying. Probably a plane. Not important. Robin's important. Lifts him so EASY. Feels him shudder, turned on by how easy Match moves him. They line up, and Match slides in like he's always been there. He has to let go or his grip will get too tight. Amazing. Wet, hot, soft... w-words... he can't...

And THAT'S when he gets a sharp stab to the arm with an injecter and a Smiling But PISSED, grabbed-by-the-throat-hard-enough-to-break-the-bed-frame Slam from ACTUAL Kon. Who has escaped.

And found Match in bed with his boyfriend.

The injector has the stabilizing agent they were withholding. The choke hold however? That's for him. Sup, buuuuuddy. Enjoying my boyfriend? Yeah, he DOES feel good. I would know!

Give me a reason not to kill you where you lay :)

Tim is confused as hell. Still horny. But very alarmed. Two Kons? One is clearly NOT Kon. Please tell him it's not the one he's in bed with. He does NOT want to be a cheater! Kon he would NEVER cheat! (Kon knows.)

Match... offers to switch sides? He would kill for Tim. Die for him. Is in love. Wants to be a person. Is mildly to moderately insane but can TOTALLY promise to keep a lid on his Crazy.

.....also this is kinda hot. Wanna make out? Do you think Tim would enjoy that?

Kon? Is basicly? Yyyyyep. That's a 'Me but fucked up' alright! Unfortunate. Hot though. Let's keep him. He's like one of those really, really ugly dogs you kinda can't help but falling in love with.

Tim? Still impaled on SOMEBODY'S dick and just wants to know what's going the fuck on. Face in his hands. Why is he dating this asshole? Why!? *gets smoochs* oh, right. Tim loves him.

Damn it.

Fine! Fuck it! Both of you, I GUESS, get over here. Time to live out some of those fantasies Tim's had but couldn't do with only one boyfriend. Kon! Naked! You! Name? Match. Okay, Match? Move your hips! *vigorous sex noises!!!*

And so they threesome it out! Until Tim can no longer keep up. Then Match n Kon pull on pants and blow up some bases, get pizzas, and come back for "round two". It's a great week!

Tim ends up on bedrest. Looks vaguely mauled. But with a delightfully dewy well-fucked shine~ to complexion.

-🐼🐼🐼

sex with tim getting ppl to stop being evil😍😍😍!

[to-thelakes]

Luke sleeps like a starfish when he's alone. Taking up all the space in the bed without Roxy next to him but on a case you have to share a room with him. It only has one bed

okay, i wasn't entirely sure what ask to reply to since what i am about to give you is a combination of 4 (not 3 as i told you last night (whoops)) asks that you have sent in! i just kind of got carried away and this one-shot is just SO CUTE. i'm gonna leave the prompts i combined for this below and then there will be the one-shot

so please enjoy the chaos below

star-fishing

pairing; luke alvez x fem!reader

summary; luke helps you clean up after a fight with an unsub.

warnings; fluff, SO MUCH FLUFF, one-bed trope, description of injuries (and cleaning them up), reader is down-bad for luke, a little bit of teasing and kissing

“Ow,” You hissed softly as Luke gently ran the cotton swab across your forehead. The Unsub had got you pretty bad but you had insisted that the medics didn’t need to clean you up. Which meant that Luke was doing it now. He was wedged between your thighs as you sat up on the hotel bathroom sink. The first-aid kit was laid out next to you but he was focusing on cleaning the blood from your skin for now.

The hand holding the cotton swab rested against your head as he swiped away the blood while the other had a hold of your face, keeping your head level. Luke was so close to your face. You could feel his breath fanning across your cheeks as you tried to decide what to look at. The heat was creeping up your cheeks despite your best attempts to keep your bubbling feelings at bay.

“Sorry,” Luke muttered, “I’m nearly done,” He added, briefly meeting your gaze before he returned back to the wound. There wasn’t much blood left so now he was doing his best to disinfect the wound. It wasn’t as bad as it had looked at first which gave him a sense of relief.

“I could have done it myself,” You said after a beat of silence. You couldn’t tear your gaze off his face. His eyes were boring into you and his hand was so warm against your cheek. You were sure he could feel the heat that had rushed to them but you tried not to think about it. He didn’t even notice as you admired his face.

His stubble had grown in a little since he hadn’t had the chance to shave and it somehow made that rugged yet soft look more prominent. His lips were so full and kissable. Every part of you wanted to just grab his face and snog him, fulfil the urge that had been clawing its way to the forefront of your mind for weeks. The feeling of his stubble and his lips pressed against yours would make it so easy to forget everything, you were sure of it. But you had to fight the urge.

You and Luke were friends. That was all you had been and probably all you would be.

His cheeks were slightly red from the heat of the bathroom and his chest was resting so close to yours that you could feel the heat radiating off him. His skin was so warm, you could have melted into him. Your hands always seemed to run cold and you desperately wanted to shove them underneath his hoodie to warm them up but you didn’t. It was unprofessional and he would complain about feeling cold himself.

You averted your gaze from his face, letting your eyes rove over his shoulders and down his arms. Even in the hoodie, you could see how built he was. But Luke wasn’t like the other muscular guys you had known. Usually, they were arrogant and the muscles were purely for vanity. Luke’s at least served a purpose outside of boosting his ego. 

But what confused you was how gentle he was despite the muscles. When you first met him, years ago, you had expected him to manhandle you. If you got hurt, you expected him to be frustrated but he was always so gentle. All the strength he held turned to softness and he held your face so gently as he took care of you. It was so disconcerting and it was far from what you were used to when it came to men but it made you feel safe.

Luke made you feel safe.

That was probably why you spent so much time around him. It was easy to be around him because he was such a teddy bear when he wasn’t trying to do his job. It made it easy to talk to him. He was so easy to talk to and you didn’t know how to deal with the feelings that he gave you. You had told yourself that you would never mix work life and your love life but Luke made that so hard.

You felt his gaze shift and his eyes traveled over your face. He could see how nervous you had suddenly become and he nudged your cheek with his thumb. Your eyes jumped up to meet his gaze and smiled at home.

Luke chuckled softly before he pulled back, a hand still rested against your face as he flipped the cotton bud. He dipped the clean end into the bottle of disinfectant before he returned to the wound on your forehead.

“Your hands haven’t stopped shaking since you punched him in the face,” Luke stated. It took you a moment to realize what he was talking about. The Unsub. You scoffed, balling your fists. He was right even if you didn’t want him to be. 

You dug your nails into your hand, hoping that maybe it would stop them, “I just-” He paused as he adjusted his hand so that he could tilt your face up to make sure everything was disinfected properly, “don’t want this to get infected.” You rolled your eyes before letting them close. It was sweet that he cared so much.

“I nearly had him,” You muttered after a moment. He chuckled, looking at you and tilting your head slightly. In the fluorescent lights of the hotel bathroom, it looked pretty clean and so he dropped the cotton bud into the bin. His hand left your face and his body moved from between your thighs as he searched for an appropriately sized plaster in the first-aid kit. You unclenched your fists but your hands were still shaky.

“We’ll get him,” Luke reaffirmed as he grabbed a couple of band-aid options. He then stepped back between your thighs.

“I know. We got lucky finding him the first day here,” You said after a moment. Luke nodded and he began to compare plasters for your forehead cut. He tilted your chin slightly to make sure it was the right size and once he was sure, he dropped the rest of the options before he ripped it open.

“Would have saved us sharing a bed,” Luke muttered, glancing at your face to gauge how you reacted. You pouted playfully, cocking an eyebrow.

“Don’t pretend you’re not gonna love it,” You stated, a teasing smile on your lips. Luke chuckled and shook his head in disbelief. 

“Uh-huh,” He muttered softly. He shifted the band-aid on your forehead before deciding on the position. He then pulled the backing off and stuck it down against your skin. He ran his thumb over it, smoothing it down before he stood back.

“It’s beginning to sound like you want to be in bed with me, The great Luke Alvez never ignores a teasing comment,” You continued to taunt him as he checked over the rest of your face. Aside from the bruises and busted lip, you seemed to be mostly okay. There were no immediate cuts and you didn’t have a concussion

“How’s your lip?” He asked, avoiding your comment. You shrugged, your finger coming up to gently press against the cut. It was busted, it wasn’t great but it wasn’t as painful as you had expected. The pain mostly just blended into the background.

“Could be worse,” You shrugged. Luke nodded, “Just for the record, we are having a pillow wall. I’m only teasing,” You said. Luke smiled up at you, he tilted his head slightly as he looked into your eyes. Your eyes kept shifting anxiously, you were picking at the nails on your hand without even realising it, “And before you get an ego boost, I am only doing this because I didn’t have another choice.” There was a teasing lilt to your tone, a smile on your lips which completely contrasted the anxious movements of your hands. 

He chuckled at your comment, it was a deep chuckle and it made a grin crawl onto your face. It was hard to resist despite the pain that it caused your busted lip. It was such an easy laugh from Luke, you wanted to hear it forever. His hands rested at his side, a green hoodie covering his usual button-up. He looked so soft and domestic, it was hard not to admire him.

“You could have shared a room with Rossi,” Luke suggested. You scoffed and shook your head vehemently.

“No. That man snores. I can hear him through the walls, if I was in the same room as him, I would commit a homicide.” Luke chuckled again and stepped back to help you down from the counter. You let out a soft sigh. You were so tired but you felt so dirty. Sweat, mud and the smell of the local PD was clinging to you and you wanted to shower it off so badly.

“I guess you’re stuck with me then,” He teased. You huffed out, pretending to be annoyed but you really didn’t mind. Part of you wondered if Emily had set it up so that you and Luke had to share a room. Her, JJ, Penelope and Spencer had already confronted you about your possible feelings for Luke at monthly pasta night. So, it wasn’t a hard leap to make but you didn’t want to assume - or make a fool of yourself.

“Yeah but you’re not watching me shower so get out,” You said, shaking yourself out of your thoughts, “I know you’d love it but not tonight mister.” You felt a little awkward and clunky teasing Luke the more your feelings rose to the surface but you tried to keep it up. Your relationship was built on teasing each other and if you stopped, Luke would be suspicious. You were not gonna let that happen.

“Not tonight?” He asked, a mischievous smile on his face, “So another night?” He asked. You scoffed and smacked his chest playfully.

“Play your cards right and maybe,” You stated before you urged him out of the bathroom. He chuckled as he threw his hands up in mock defense.

“Okay, okay, I’m going.” You sent him a teasing smile before you closed the door behind him. Once you were sure it was locked, you stripped out of your work clothes and walked over to the full-length mirror. You had fallen pretty badly during your fight with the Unsub and there was already a pretty nasty (and massive) bruise blooming across your hip.

You gently prodded at it before you checked over the rest of your body. Except for a few bruises on your knees and arms from hitting the ground, you were fine. So, you switched the shower on and waited for it to heat up before getting under the spray. The warmth soothed your skin and you did your best to keep your hair and face out of the spray. You didn’t want the band-aid to peel off and by some miracle, you managed to not get it wet.

After scrubbing the grime of the day off your body, you got out of the shower and slipped a towel around your waist. The shower made you look a little more sane and you dragged your to-go bag from beside the door onto the counter so that you could change into your pajamas. 

Thankfully, you had packed the more modest pajama option for this trip so you were in long pajama pants and a comfy vest. You took your time going through your night-routine just so you could calm your anxiety. The thought of sharing a bed with Luke was obviously fine but it made you feel nervous and giddy. Nothing was going to happen but you hadn’t shared a bed with anyone since your last partner so it just felt strange. 

After taking a few deep breaths, you stepped out into the bedroom to find Luke star-fished on the hotel bed. His head was buried in the middle of the pillows and he seemed to be asleep. He wasn’t even under the covers so it was hard to tell if he had actually conked out or not. You also couldn’t see his face. He might just have been resting for all you knew. 

Either way, he was in his own pajamas. Well pajama pants. He had neglected to wear a top which you didn’t really mind; it was a good view.

“Move over,” You stated as you walked over to the bed. Luke’s shoulders shifted at the sound of your voice and he lifted his head, eyes opening groggily. Had he been asleep? You couldn’t help but chuckle softly. Clearly the day had taken it out of him, “I’m sleeping in this bed too,” You added. Luke let out something incoherent before he reluctantly shuffled over. His head buried in the pillows again and you couldn’t help but smile softly. He was so sleepy, it was adorable, “Lights on or off?” You asked after a beat.

“Off,” Luke grumbled. His voice was thick with sleep which just made you smile even wider. You had never seen him like this before and your earlier assertion that he was like a teddy bear only seemed to be more accurate. 

Before taking your place in bed, you switched the big light off and trudged back over. The room was plunged into almost complete darkness but you could still navigate your way around relatively easily. You dropped into your side of the bed and tugged at the duvet.

Luke was still half-asleep on top of the covers and his hulking form was making it very difficult to move the covers comfortably around you. You let out a groan of annoyance as you tugged a few times with no avail.

“Luke,” You whined as you tugged again. He grumbled something incoherent and rolled over. Well, that was helpful, “Luke,” You complained again, tugging harder but it did nothing. You let out a soft huff and got up onto your knees. You leant over Luke and poked his cheek. He grunted in annoyance before attempting to swat whatever was poking him. But you evaded and did it again. He mumbled something incoherent again and you poked once more. His eyes reluctantly opened and you chuckled.

“You’re hogging the duvet,” You stated. Luke looked up at you, leaning over him and his eyes blinked closed for a moment before he let out a grumble. He then grabbed your waist and tugged you on top of him. You let out a yelp as you landed against his chest, “I’m cold,” You muttered. Luke wrapped his arms around you, tugging you closer.

“I’ll keep you warm,” He muttered as he snuggled up to you. Part of you just wanted to give in to this fate. It was comfortable and Luke was a human radiator but your toes were cold and Luke was half-asleep. It felt like you were taking advantage.

So, instead, you opted to poke at his chest and face a few times as you said his name softly, asking him to get off the covers. It took him a moment but eventually he opened his eyes again. It was a split second but when he realized what he was doing, his eyes popped open. All traces of sleep disappeared from his features and he let go of you immediately.

“I did not- I didn’t realize- I-” Luke began, stumbling over his words as he shuffled to sit up against the headboard. You giggled at his flustered reaction as you crawled over to your side of the bed again, “I’m sorry- I shouldn’t have-” He continued to try and excuse himself but when he realized that you were laughing. His eyebrows furrowed, “What?”

“You really know how to woo a girl,” You teased. His eyebrows furrowed and you tugged the covers back, “I think you’re half-asleep self is better at flirting with me.” You knew that you were stepping into dangerous territory with that comment but you couldn’t help yourself. It was endearing to see him so sleepy and touchy and you were also exhausted which made you a little more bold than you would like to admit. Luke was stunned by your reaction, “Come on, let me get under the covers. I’m freezing and I’ll set up a pillow wall. Avoid any more half-asleep kidnappings.” Luke watched you for a moment before he finally moved, “But if you are gonna cuddle me in my sleep, I’m not gonna object.” You were acting so confident but your heart was thudding in your chest as you moved to grab a pillow.

But when you turned back, Luke was just looking at you. He didn’t seem to know what to say as he looked into your eyes. You tilted your head to the side slightly but just as you opened your mouth to ask him what was wrong, he had tugged you towards him again.

“I want to kiss you,” He stated. You stared at him, your eyes widened as he looked at you, “Can I?” He asked. You nodded your head and he grabbed your face, pulling you to him. Your lips connected so softly. He was being so cautious of your busted lip and you melted into him. He only gave you a few soft short kisses before he pulled back a little. You reopened your eyes to look at him and he looked completely love-struck.

“Do it again,” You urged as you moved one hand to wrap around his neck. He grinned and tugged you into his lap before kissing you again. It was so soft and he let you take the lead as you adjusted your body to get a better angle, not disconnecting your lips for even a second. You were right. His lips were so soft and they made it impossible to think about anything but the two of you kissing in that moment.

Your head tilted to the side as you kissed him over and over again, his tongue ran across your bottom lip and you let him in without a second thought. His hands moved from your face to your hips and he wrapped his arms around you, keeping you as close as he could. His tongue explored your mouth as you held his face, whining softly as your fingers ran through his hair. 

A groan escaped his lips when you tugged at his roots and you let out a breathless giggle. He smirked and opened his eyes briefly before he let them fall closed again. You tugged him closer, hand cupping his jaw as you continued to connect your lips. Your fingers scritched at the stubble and you felt how he melted underneath your touch.

It was exactly what you needed.

The two of you kissed till you were breathless and when you pulled back, you rested your forehead against his. Your breaths mingled together as you panted, arms moving to wrap around his chest as you gently nudged your noses against each other.

“If I knew getting in the same bed with you would get me this, I would have done it ages ago,” You mumbled. Luke chuckled, his eyes closing as you moved your hand to rest against his chest, feeling the way that his chest rumbled with laughter, “Mhm, the wait was worth it though,” You said after a beat. Luke tugged you closer.

“More than worth it,” He muttered as he pressed a few kisses to your face and cheek and forehead. It was so sweet and you felt yourself melting into him.

“I think it’s time to sleep though,” You mumbled softly. Luke hummed in agreement and he shuffled back so that he could lie down. You were laying on top of him as he tugged the covers over the two of you, “My hands are cold,” You grumbled. Luke chuckled and he grabbed your wrists and tugged your hands underneath his back. The two of you shuffled to be comfortable before he wrapped his arms around your waist again.

“Better?” He asked. You hummed in agreement before cuddling up to his bare chest, eyes falling closed. You fell asleep, content against his chest with a sheepish smile on your face.

[disturbedbeautywrites]

Sipping on fire - JJ Maybank Smut

A/N: I love this gif your honor. Also, please only interact if you’re 18+

Warning: unprotected sex, fingering, cursing, JJ being adorable, p in v, and I think that’s it! Other than it being written at 5 am and unedited, that is!

The first night of summer bonfire was a tradition that John B had started with the pogues and since you were Sarah’s best friend, you had been invited to tag along. You were a kook, but you tended to pride yourself on not being stuck up like most of them. In fact, according to your friends, you were a pogue in a kooks world, and you definitely agreed.

You had more fun on the cut in the last few months than you had on figure eight on any given day. There was an era of chaos with the pogues that you grew very fond of everytime you hung out with them. You never knew what was going to happen, and that was part of why you loved it so much. It was spontaneous and you got to live life on the edge.

“Alright, guys. Sarah and I are going to head to bed. Feel free to crash wherever you may fall.” John B’s voice rang out as he helped a very giggly Sarah inside, a wave following the gesture before the screen door closed. There was a comfortable silence that was accompanied by the crackling of the fire, a laugh suddenly ringing out from Kiara. “They are so going to go fuck.” The rest of you agreed and an easy conversation fell over you all as you kept the night rolling.

A little while later, Kiara started to yawn along with Pope and they both retired into the chateau to pass out on the couch. That left you and JJ, the both of you completely buzzed and not wanting to leave the serenity of the fire and the stars above you. You both were just enjoying the time, minds incapacitated and wandering. “You know, you don’t have to be a stranger. I won’t bite.” Your words cut through JJ’s train of thought as you nodded to the empty seat next to you, inviting him over instead of sitting across from you.

He got up and walked over, a chuckle leaving his lips as he raised his beer and took a sip. “That’s a shame, it would be hot if you did.” His words made you laugh, your eyes rolling on instinct. JJ was one of your favorites out of the group, he always made you laugh and feel some type of way. The easy banter between the two of you was always welcomed, especially when you were intoxicated and oh boy were you drunk tonight.

You had been doing shot after shot with Sarah, the tequila and vodka mixing and tasting like the best decision in the world. You had been letting loose all night and you had barely noticed that you had caught JJ’s attention early on. You were wearing an outfit that Sarah specifically picked for you to use to try and get his attention, but you hadn’t figured it had worked.

You were lost in thought when you felt his gaze on you, an eyebrow arching in question as you looked at the blonde haired boy. “Do I have something on my face?” Your words were meant to be a joke, but JJ shook his head, his eyes locked on your lips. “You just look really kissable right now.” His gaze was dark and lustful and it went straight through you, your lip pulling in between your teeth. “Kiss me then.”

He didn’t hesitate, his lips pressing to yours in a sloppy, yet passionate kiss. He tasted like a mix of alcohol and weed and the taste was intoxicating, a low groan leaving your lips. At the sound, he pulled back and looked at you. There was a look of something feral that flashed in his eyes, a chuckle leaving his lips. “Sweetheart, I haven’t even touched you yet.” His words went straight to your core, an involuntary whimper sounding from somewhere foreign inside of you.

He pulled you back in for another kiss, his hands finding your hips as your hands tangled in his hair. The kisses were getting more and more desperate as the seconds passed, teeth and tongues clashing as he carefully moved you to straddle his lap. His eyes ran over you, your hair tangled from his fingers and your lips puffy from kissing him. You looked absolutely breathtaking, and it made him hard to know he was the reason. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” His words accompanied sloppy kisses to your neck, your hips moving down to grind against his as the breath caught in his throat.

The two of you had been eyeing each other all night, and the tension was finally coming undone. As you attached your lips back to his, you could feel his hands sliding up your thighs under your dress. “You’ve been driving me crazy all fucking night.” His words were almost a primal sound now, lust sinking into his every word as he squeezed your ass. You let out a groan and let yourself bite his bottom lip, the action causing him to immediately want you then and there.

You felt his hands move to push your panties aside, a finger instantly pushing into your wetness as your head fell back. You hadn’t realized how wet you were until now, another one of his fingers sliding in easily. Your let a string of moans leave your lips as he watched you intently. Every single curl of his fingers had you going absolutely feral, moans of his name filling the quiet night.

Little did you know, he had thought about this a lot. Every since Sarah started bringing you around, he wondered how you would look on top of him. His fingers and his cock deep inside of you. He has made it his personal mission to get you and hear you moan his name, and now that he had heard it, he might be addicted. Your voice that was usually sickly sweet was now broken and strained from pleasure, breathy whines going straight to his cock.

“I’m getting close.” Your whines were getting more and more desperate as his thumb found your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers skillfully worked in and out of your dripping wet pussy. “Come for me, baby girl. Come all over my fingers.” The words were enough to finish you off, a strangled gasp leaving your lips you felt the coil winding tighter and tighter in your stomach. His words kept repeating in your mind as you let out the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, the coil finally snapping as you let yourself finish all over his hand. He helped you to ride out your high, his fingers instantly going into his mouth to taste you as your forehead fell against his shoulder. Your chest was heaving, your breaths coming out in uneven pants as you tried to keep your composure.

However, the feel of his fingers inside you had you wanting more. If he was that good with his fingers, you could only imagine how good he was with his cock. “I wanna make you feel good now.” Your words were mixed with uneasy breaths before he shook his head, a smirk forming on his lips. “Baby girl, there will be plenty of time for that. I wanna be inside of you right now.” At his words, you were helping him to unzip his pants and maneuver his boxers so he could get his cock out.

The size of it made you audibly moan as he rubbed the tip between your folds, his gaze watching yours intently for any sign that he should stop. When none came, he slowly pushed into you, a low guttural moan leaving his lips as he completely filled you up. “Oh my fuck.” His hands found your hips as you started to ride him at a steady pace, his cock hitting just the right spot every single time.

Feral moans were leaving both of your lips as you kissed him hungrily again, moans being swallowed by both of you. His kisses were intoxicating and you didn’t think you could ever get enough, the all too familiar pressure building up in your stomach again. “I-I’m close again, JJ.” Your voice was coming from a place of desperation and need as his cock filled you up thrust after thrust, his own high staring to build.

“Come with me, baby.” His voice was strained and desperate as the movements between the two of you started to get more and more sloppy. He was trying to thrust into you, his timing being thrown off by the chair you were sitting in. “I-I can’t-.” You let out another desperate sound as you came around his cock, your pussy clenching around him as you rode out your release on him. The feeling of you coming done on top of him had him closely following suit, his cum coming out in white hot sports as he filled you up. His breaths were coming out in short, rapid pants as you sat there and tried to catch your breath before you moved to get off of him.

The loss of pressure inside of you as you got off was a disappointing feeling, your hands moving down to smooth out your dress as you sat back down beside him again. He wrapped an arm around you and you found yourself leaning against his shoulder, your chest heaving again as you let your eyes shut. “Holy fuck.” The both of you chuckled as he tucked himself back into his pants, blue eyes looking at you through blown pupils. “That was even better then I ever could’ve imagined.” He looked down into your eyes again, his lips finding yours for a few short pecks.

“You’ve thought about that before, huh?” Your teasing words made a slight blush break out over his cheeks as he nodded and smirked, “I’m not going to lie and say no. I’ve had a thing for you for a while.” His confession had you absolutely wheeling, a blush breaking out across your face as you pushed your hair back off your face. “Good thing I’ve had a crush on you for a while too.”

Your response made him grin as he stood up, holding his hand out to you. “Well, then my lady, wanna accompany me to bed?” He fake bowed as laughter left your lips, your eyes sparkling as you nodded. “You’re such a dork, but you’re lucky you’re cute.”

[flwrshee]

✉️ CONFESSION

duo ﹒ heeseung x fmr genre fluff , friends to lovers wc 08k warnings kissing , pov changes

heeseung is a shy lover boy who has fallen for you

being friends for a long time meant that his undying feelings for you had grown over a period of time

he observes every small detail about you

the way you tuck your hair behind your ear

the way you always help out people

and the way you are always smiling with him

he didn't know how he fell in love with you but all he knows is that there is no going back now

before he started liking you he would be himself around you

goofing around and enjoying himself

don't get me wrong, he still does that, but his actions have become more timid

getting red at all the compliments you tell him was new to him

as well as feeling shy even if you came closer to him to remove a speck of dust off his face

that was probably when he decided to confess to you

he couldn't handle being that way around you

one day he just decided to come forth with how he felt to you

obviously this was all planned before hand

but he was still nervous with a heart beating faster every second

what if you rejected him?

said you didn't want to be friends anymore?

cut him off your life?

poor baby was overthinking it too much

all he had to do was take you on a friendly date and say his true feelings

easy right? well it looks like it isn't

he tells you to come at the café at 5 and he comes an hour earlier

doesn't even realise that you know he is anxious

chatting with you in the café was probably the least scariest thing out of the whole plan

he felt like himself and was giggling the whole time

but you with your peripheral vision, could see him fiddling with his hands under the table

you chuckle at how cute he is, very quietly

heeseung doesn't even bat an eye at it

but now its time for the main scheme to come to action

he guides you to the park where he has prepared the cutest picnic ever

and because heeseung is the best, he cooked food just for you

he isn't sure whether you will like it or not

but he is happy when you eat the food with a big smile on your face

heeseung adores the way your eyes look like crescents when you smile and your laugh is like music to his ears

he wishes that this moment would last forever, for an eternity

when you finish up eating your quite oblivious to the fact that heeseung is about to confess

you are mostly worried about why his face has suddenly flushed all read and why the top of his forehead is covered in sweat

but you don't realise that when you come closer to him to check whether he has a fever or not he leaves a small peck on your cheek

he let his intrusive thoughts win

in his eyes you looked too cute and kissable, for him not to peck your chubby, little cheeks

stunned, you just look at him with a small gasp

you had to take a good two minutes to comprehend what heeseung just did

but by the time you were busy thinking heeseung already says what he wants to say

"yn, im in love with you. ever since i have, you have been the one in my thoughts, in my dreams and in my mind all the time. falling in love with you was the best thing that has ever happened to me. i love seeing your pretty smile, i enjoy walking to school with everyday, i love hanging out with you and i love being in love with you. so will you, let me be your boyfriend?"

the world had basically stopped

when had you ever been so oblivious to the fact that your best friend liked you

you were in more shock than if happiness that he had reciprocated your feelings back

because he had liked him too

maybe you both were too focused on your own feelings to even realise whether the other person felt the same way

but your face was just in the widest grin ever and you planted a small kiss on his cheek

poor heeseung was so flustered

but the two of you just erupt into giggles

the phrase idiots in love was made for you both

and you trying to hide the blush on your cheeks, hugs heeseung in the most warmest hug ever

he has always wanted to do this if the two of you ever got together

he still felt like it was a dream because everything was so surreal to him

you had finally accepted his long lasting feelings that he had hid for the longest time

if he wasn't the happiest man on earth then he didn't know who was

dating you was even better than when he confessed

everyday was like the best dat for him

he only wakes up to see your pretty face and those pretty lips of yours kiss his face

he really couldn't ask for more

© flwrshee

[selya711-twiste]

may i humbly request a mistletoe kiss with rollo 🙏 hope youre having a happy holiday!!

following tradition

Rollo Flamme x reader You can't help it, he has very kissable lips.

sorry for not finishing this in time for christmas day i wanted to do my reqs in chronological order BUT i also procrastinate too much. happy winter rollodays regardless !

"Do you know what we're standing under?"

You finally got to pull Rollo away from his duties to bring him into the room you prepared for this moment. This little activity wasn't going to take too long, but you're hoping he would just drop everything and spend the rest of the day with you.

Rollo looks up, and his eyes briefly widen a little before his expression softens. His gaze returns to you and he smiles slightly.

"A mistletoe," he says then gently cups your cheek.

You place your hand over Rollo's and lean in to nuzzle his warm palm. His cheeks slowly become dusted with a gentle pink up until his ears as he thinks of how to go with this. This isn't the first time you two have kissed, but something like this has to be special. He thinks that you surely wouldn't want this to be a quick one, but the prospect of something more passionate flusters him even more.

"You already know what to do, right?" You smile into his hand. "What? Of course I do," he answers and he practically gave away his tenseness to you. Rollo knows you're teasing him, as you always treat him like someone with no knowledge of these things.

He can prove to you that he can be intimate too. The both of you move at the same time when he places his other hand on your face with yours on his shoulders. You close your eyes and slowly lean into him. You start feeling the warmth of his face...

For no particular reason, you open them again slightly just to find your reflection in his. "You're going to kiss me with your eyes open?"

You feel his hands press against your cheeks, almost like he's squishing them. "You wouldn't have noticed in the first place if you didn't do the same."

It's not like you're mad about it, but you used to hear these kinds of things from others when your significant other doesn't close their eyes when they kiss, it meant they weren't trustworthy. You didn't actually believe in it, so who knows why you blurted it out when you two were already going to do it with no problem.

You trust Rollo, right? There shouldn't have been an issue, but you want to press it on to see what he'd say about it.

"Come on, close your eyes with me," you giggle lightly to help ease him in case he's taking it the wrong way. "Is there a rule about closing your eyes?" He asks you, and his voice is breathy, almost like a whisper from how close you two are. It makes your heart flutter.

You try to think of a reason from the top of your head, but you shouldn't have been particular about it at all. "It's because I want to see you," he adds on.

"Ah, Rollo..."

He lets out a gasp when you lean in and kiss his cheek. Rollo had such a sweet reason, so you feel a bit bad for making a small fuss over it. "I guess it's just something about sharing a vulnerable moment together. Can we try again?"

How can he say no to you with the way things are now? "Come here, my dear," he finally gives in and closes his eyes, and the two of you finally kiss.

You remember the first time you did this together in mid-Autumn when his nose had bumped into yours. Rollo must have learned by now with the way he slightly tilted his head to pair his lips together with yours like puzzle pieces. You wrap your arms around his neck and his other hand lets go to snake around your waist.

Maybe there really was a point in closing your eyes when you kiss someone you love. You can feel the way all your other senses are heightened and overwhelmed by his presence. Rollo gently massages your lips with his own, and you hold back the temptation to deepen the kiss with your tongue. He presses your body much closer to his with one arm alone, and you're reminded once more of his strength. You really don't want to let go so the two of you can stay as one forever, but you need to breathe as much as you need him.

He turns out to be the one to pull away first, followed by an audible gasp. Before he could say anything, you dive face-first into the crook of his neck, shutting your eyes and breathing deeply. You miss the chance to see how he looks after all that, but you can't get enough of the feeling of being enveloped in him.

It was silent between you two for a while as the both of you were catching your breaths like it was your first kiss all over again. "Hmm, what you said about closing one's eyes has some merits now that I've experienced it for myself," he laughs lightly to break the silence as he pats your head. Your arms lower and embrace around his waist while making a small noise in place of nodding.

"You're rather clingy now. Did I do well?"

"You did... I just don't want you to go so soon," you whine into his collar. Rollo pauses for a moment while absent-mindedly stroking your hair. It's the winter holidays, so there shouldn't be any need for him to continue working like normal. "Oh, alright. I suppose my tasks don't have to be done today..."

He can tell how happy that answer made you when your body became less tense in his arms.

"Can we do this under a mistletoe again next time?"

"We don't need a mistletoe just to kiss, my dear."

[rafeybabey]

𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙈𝙚?

Warnings: Rafe threatening Y/n with a knife (kinda?)

You sit on the edge of Rafe's bed, fiddling nervously with your fingers. Rafe’s chaotic mind blurs with his feelings towards you as he paces back and forth in front of you, knuckles turning white as he grips onto his knife. His hands raise to both sides of his head, and you notice his fists are shaking, as if he were to lose sanity and himself. A rush of panic and coldness rises in your chest, shortening your breaths as the confrontation makes the air suffocating. No matter what he did, or how hard he tried, nothing in the world could make you love him. You gulp, staring intently at Rafe’s face as expressions flash across it. He looks confused, almost. Like he doesn’t understand his own feelings. Like he’s about to break.

Shit.

Is he going to kill you?

You run the thought in your head over and over, and suddenly, all the witty, confident remarks you would have made are gone. Was he going to lunge at you with the knife? Slit your throat? Hell, maybe stab himself? Rafe shakes his head, tongue in his cheek.

"I've done everything for you." He whispers, but he doesn’t even look at you. To be honest, he’s speaking more to himself. He questions why, after everything, you still don’t love him. In fact, he’s confused as to how you don’t love him. Has he not done enough?

"Rafe.” You just manage to squeak out his name, bottom lip quivering and hands shaking as they sit on your lap. Rafe suddenly stops in his tracks and rushes towards you, and you flinch. He notices and stops just as he stands in front of you with the knife at his side. He’s so close. Close enough to make the hairs on your skin stand. Close enough to make you feel a bit of heat from the lack of space between you two. So close, that you have to look up at him. Rafe is much taller than you anyway, but even more when you’re sitting. He admires the way you look up at him in this moment. Wide, doe eyes and your stupidly perfect kissable lips. He wishes he could kiss you, and it makes him remember why he’s like this in the first place again; You don’t love him, and his gut wrenches at the feeling.

"Why don't you love me, Y/n?" Rafe now has a different tone in his voice. It’s sounds softer, and less harsh than when he talks to the pogues. Or anyone, for that matter.

"I don't know." You whimper, shaking your head at him. Even you don’t know the reason you don’t love him. Rafe has done everything for you. Even when you didn’t want him too.

"What do you mean you don't know?” His voice rises again at that, and he points the knife at you, making you flinch once again. “Just fucking tell me!”

"I don't fucking know, okay? You’re unlovable. You’re batshit crazy, and I hate you. I fucking hate you. I will never love you.” As soon as the words leave your lips, Rafe’s eyebrows pinch together and he swallows hard, readjusting his strong grip on the handle of his knife. He doesn’t say anything, and for some reason, something inside your chest hurts too. That very pain makes it hard for you to even look at him, so you turn your head to the side and shut your eyes tightly, now ready for anything he may do to you with the sharp metal clenched in his fist.

“Y/n.”

With eyes still shut tightly, you shake your head again.

"Say you love me.”

A shaky sigh escapes you, and you’re about to tell him you can’t until you hear metal clang on the floor and feel warm skin paired with soft hair against the skin of your thighs. Your eyes snap open and you gasp, looking down to see Rafe on his knees in front of you, his head laying in your lap.

“Just once. I wanna hear you say it just once.” As Rafe whispers, his warm breath fans against your skin, and it feels even colder with tears dropping from his eyes onto you. As a loyal pogue who is supposed to hate kooks, especially Rafe, you should feel proud of yourself. You’re meant to use this as an advantage to hurt him and get a one up on him for you and your friends. But… you don’t. Instead, you feel guilty. This is the least you could do for him. Hesitantly, you lift a hand and softly stroke his hair, eliciting a small content sigh from Rafe. He’s grateful to even feel your touch.

“I love you.” You whisper, and you feel Rafe’s arms hug your legs, like he’s scared you’re going to run away and disappear.

“Please,” He whimpers. “One more time.”

Rafe clings onto you, no longer caring for how he’s made himself vulnerable to you. If he knew everything he did would lead to you saying you loved him, even if it was fake, even if it was just for a moment, he would gladly do it again. And again. And again. And again until he was fucking sick of you. He knew that could never happen though. How could he get sick of you? In this moment, he lays there, waiting desperately to hear the words come from your mouth one last time.

"I love you, Rafe."

[katelynnwrites]

I’m So In Love (That I Might Stop Breathing) | Ona Batlle

warnings: some general angst and hints of smut

word count: 4981

summary: when you’re with ona, it’s always like she transports you to somewhere else where it’s just you and her and the love you share for each other.

chosen song: paris by taylor swift

a/n: bonus chapter 2 of you were bigger than the whole sky (you were more than just a short time)

Your First Kiss With Ona

Stargazing dates with Ona had become a regular thing since she had asked you out.

Lying beside her on an empty football field with Ona holding your hand, you think that being her girlfriend is the best thing ever. It’s always quiet, the constant breeze making sure that it’s cool out. (the last time you were here you stole Ona’s hoodie, partly for the warmth and partly because it smelt so good. just like she does).

The stars are beautiful. But your girlfriend is even more beautiful.

So while she’s pointing out the different constellations to you (her father had taught them to her), you’re focusing on her (and also her lips. which are pink and soft. like that one katy perry song about how kissable girls’ lips are).

‘That’s Cassiopeia. And over there is Ursa Major. That little one that you can barely see is Scorpius. Hey! Hermosa, are you even looking at where I’m pointing?’

‘No...I’m sorry.’ You sheepishly admit.

‘Well what’s got you so distracted then?’ She teases.

‘You.’ You mumble, cheeks flushing a bright red.

‘What about me?’

‘How much I want to kiss you.’

Ona laughs.

‘Then kiss me.’

So you lean over and gently place your lips on hers (her nose bumps yours a bit but you think this is what magic must feel like).

Her lips are so soft and she tastes like the apple she had been eating earlier.

The teenage brunette lifts her hand up to caress your cheek, a contented sort of little sigh leaving her when the pair of you break apart.

You open your eyes to find Ona looking at you with the most hopeful of looks in her eyes.

‘Can we do that more often?’

‘I think that practice makes perfect.’

Ona grins, sitting up and pressing her lips onto yours.

Ona Meeting The United Team After Three Years

Ona’s nervous, you could tell. She was clinging to your hand, breathing a little quicker than necessary.

It’s what makes you stop right before you both enter the locker room.

‘What? Why are we stopping?’ She slightly frantically asks.

‘Mi amor breathe. Take a deep breath.’

The brunette frowns but does as you ask. She relaxes marginally and you squeeze her hand in yours.

‘Don’t be nervous. They love you.’ You assure her.

Ona bites her lip and mumbles, ‘Not after what I did to you they don’t.’

You squeeze Ona’s hand again.

‘And I have already more than forgiven you for that so they’ll forgive you too. I love you Ona, I’ll be right beside you okay?’ You reassuringly tell her.

Ona eyes you for a moment, trying to see if you meant it. You keep your expression open and honest, allowing Ona to eventually lose the majority of the tension in her muscles.

‘Okay.’

She pushes open the door of the locker room.

Immediately all eyes are on her, both old and new faces alike.

Ona freezes next to you as Millie approaches. (she was scared you realise).

Before Millie can say anything, Ona speaks, ‘Thank you for looking after her.’

She looks at the familiar faces, Mary, Ella, Alessia and more.

‘Thank you, all of you for taking care of her. It means everything to me.’

Your breath hitches and Ona’s eyes fall on you right away. She squeezes your hand three times, a silent ‘I love you.’

You squeeze it three times back.

Millie sticks out her hand.

‘Swear you won’t hurt her again and we’re good.’

There’s no hesitation on Ona’s part to shake the English woman’s hand.

‘I swear. If I ever hurt her again, feel free to do anything you like to me.’ She promises.

Millie’s stern expression melts away and she pulls Ona into a hug.

That seems to be the cue for the rest of the United team to follow, enveloping you and Ona in a tight group hug.

Thanking Aitana For The Part She Played

Ona is sprawled across the bed, her head resting on your thighs when she taps you gently to get your attention.

You look over at her immediately and she gives you a cute smile in response.

‘I was thinking that we should thank Aitana. I mean she did help get us back together.’

‘Yeah.’ You nod enthusiastically.

Ona giggles and shows you her phone, ‘I was thinking we could send her some flowers?’

‘Okay. That sounds good.’

Moving closer to her so that you can see her phone screen, you lean your head against your shoulder as you do so.

She shows you several different bouquets and eventually you and Ona settle on one.

It’s only after the flowers are paid for that you look at your girlfriend.

‘Do we even know what kind of flowers Aitana likes?’

‘No.’

Ona laughs, hiding her face in your neck as you resist the urge to laugh yourself.

******

Two days later, you receive a text from the Barcelona midfielder.

‘Thank you for the flowers but I didn’t do much. You and Ona were never really friends in the first place.’

‘That is true. Friends don’t look at each other the way I look at you.’ Ona says, when you show her the message.

‘And how do you look at me?’ You tease.

Ona doesn’t hesitate, ‘I look at you like I’m so in love that I might stop breathing.’

You smile and she kisses you affectionately a moment later.

‘I love you. I love you.’ She meaningfully repeats a second time, interlacing her fingers with yours. Something about the cadence of the way she spoke let you know that she meant it wholeheartedly.

‘I know you do. And I love you too.’

You can feel her smile against your lips when you kiss her soon after.

Ona Leaving Manchester

You’d gone out to get groceries.

Hesitantly, you had asked if she had wanted to come and Ona pretended she didn’t see the pain in your eyes when she had shaken her head in answer.

She used to always go with you. Wherever you went, she went too, even though it was just to the grocery store.

Ona focuses on your face, the way your eyes shone and the little strands of hair that escape from your ponytail. She tries her hardest to memorise you. (not knowing if she’d get to see you again).

The instant the door clicks shut behind you, Ona rushes to get her suitcase out.

She throws as much of her clothes in as she can. Her toiletries are quickly packed up and then she slows down as she reaches her bedside table.

Carefully, she picks up the photo frame.

She’s kissing you in it, her hands cradling your face lovingly.

Your eyes are closed but your body language makes it clear that you are in love with her (your body orients itself around her easily).

Ona gently touches your face in the photo, her thumb tenderly brushing across it.

Before she can stop it, a tear falls onto the glass.

That seems to break her emotional dam and she’s barely able to stop herself from crying long enough to carefully wipe the tear off and put the photo frame into her suitcase.

But she knows she doesn’t have the right to cry, so she presses the heels of her palms against her tightly shut eyes and tries her hardest not to cry.

Late Nights With Ona

It was hard to relax after games, especially big wins. The adrenaline often kept you up late and Ona, well she was more than willing to stay up with you.

The brunette pulls you into her arms, making sure that the comforter covers you. (it’s cute how protective she is, even over little things like the cold).

‘Do you remember the first time I held you like this?’ Ona whispers.

You frown, trying your best to remember but failing to succeed. You were drawing a blank and that’s strange because you treasured all your memories of Ona. If it was that significant to Ona, it should have been significant to you too.

The brunette sees your struggle and chuckles softly.

‘It’s okay, I didn’t expect you to remember. You fell asleep almost immediately.’

Ona presses a gentle kiss onto the top of your head.

‘I just want you to know that that was the moment I first thought about marrying you.’

A soft surprised exhale escapes you and you lean back into her.

‘I love you. So incredibly much.’

Ona nods, ‘And I love you too. I really really do.’

Your First Birthday Back With Ona

Ona’s determined to make this your best birthday ever.

She brings you breakfast in bed. Ona had woken up early to make your favourite pancakes and put a flower beside the plate on the tray.

The brunette wakes you up with little kisses scattered all over your body.

She starts by lifting your hand and kissing each of your fingertips. Then she presses a long kiss against the pulse point on the inside of your wrist.

Ona trails kisses to your collarbone and your jawline, sucking on your neck lightly.

‘Oni.’ You mumble, smiling into your pillow.

‘Hi. Good morning my love.’

‘Bon dia.’ You whisper, opening your eyes to see her looking down at you.

‘Feliç aniversari.’

She grins, leaning in to kiss you.

You happily let her and she pulls back a moment later to pepper kisses onto your cheeks, nose and forehead.

‘Happy birthday indeed.’

Ona gives you a long kiss on your forehead, making the smile on your face grow.

‘I love you.’

‘I love you too Ona.’

Your girlfriend kisses you again and you eagerly respond.

Ona pulls away then, eliciting a frustrated groan from you.

‘Why’d you stop…’

‘Because I made you breakfast and it’s getting cold mi amor.’

‘Oh!’

Sitting up, you notice the breakfast tray for the first time. Ona had placed it on your bedside table.

The daisy beside the plate makes you tear up.

‘Thank you Oni. I love it. I love you.’

The brunette gives you that special smile she reserves just for you.

You insist on sharing the food with Ona, who reluctantly agrees.

In between bites of the delicious food, Ona tells you that she had made a reservation at your favourite restaurant for dinner.

‘Gracias mi amor but you didn’t have to do all this.’

Ona shrugs, ‘I wanted to. You deserve to have the best day.’

You blink back tears at the honesty in her statement.

Seemingly unaware of the effect her words have had on you, she continues, ‘What do you want to do today? We can do anything you want.’

‘I-I’m already having the best day. I don’t want the fancy dinner. I don’t need it.’

‘We can go somewhere else. I’m sure I can find somewhere-’ Ona says anxiously.

‘No. You’re not hearing me. I don’t want anything else. I already have everything I need.’

Ona frowns in confusion.

Your voice is gentle when you explain, ‘I have you. I just want to spend my birthday with you.’

‘Oh.’

‘I just want you, Ona. I just need you.’

Your girlfriend sniffles, pushing the breakfast tray to the side so that she can pull you into a tight hug.

‘Love you. I love you so much.’ She mumbles into your ear.

‘Te quiero más.’ You answer, tucking your face into her neck and inhaling the smell of her shampoo.

Ona kisses you once, twice and then a third time before she’s satisfied.

‘So what do you want to do today?’

‘Stay in bed with you all day? Watch a couple of movies and maybe make out with you a lot?’ You suggest mischievously.

‘Sounds like a great way to celebrate.’ Ona agrees, pulling you in for a deep kiss (a few hours later and she goes much further than just making out).

The Nightmare You Have About Ona Leaving You Again

There are a few moments where it wasn’t always the easiest for you to readjust back to Ona’s presence.

You’d had a nightmare that she had left again, that you were alone once more.

Ona wakes when she feels you tossing and turning. You’re mumbling her name and it’s a startling realisation for her when she feels that your cheeks are wet with tears.

‘I’ve got you. I’ve got you. I’m here mi amor, I’m here.’ Ona soothes, tapping your shoulder to wake you up.

You flinch as you do so, staring at her with wide eyes for a few seconds.

The brunette holds you carefully and she tucks your head under her chin. She lets you calm down, simply holding you close.

‘C-Can I hold you?’ You tentatively ask after a while.

‘Of course.’

Ona readjusts immediately, letting you spoon her.

It’s only in this position, with your arms wrapped around Ona as you listen to the sound of her quiet breaths that you’re able to fall back asleep. (she’s still here, here with you, is the one thought you’d held onto as you drifted off).

Your First Date Back With Ona

‘Hey, are you doing anything tonight?’ Ona asks, twisting the bracelet on her wrist anxiously.

‘No. I’m wide open.’

‘Good. Um…do you maybe want to go on a date? With me?’

You giggle at her shyness.

‘Yes. I would love to go on a date with you mi amor.’

Ona lets out a breath of relief immediately.

Kissing her cheek reassuringly, ‘I’ll love whatever you have planned Ona. Don’t worry about it.’

The brunette blushes and murmurs, ‘Dress warm. I’m taking you outdoors.’

******

Ona ends up taking you back to the training grounds.

As soon as you’re there, you realise what she has in mind.

The blanket and assortment of snacks that she takes out from the trunk of the car lets you know that you’re right.

Ona’s taking you to stargaze, just like the both of you used to do as teenagers, back in Barcelona.

Lying on a blanket, in the middle of an empty field, you can’t help but hold Ona’s hand and ask, ‘Will you point out the constellations to me again?’

Ona hums agreeably, looking intently up at the clear Manchester night sky for a moment before using her free hand to point at a little cluster of stars.

‘That’s Cassiopeia. Over there is Draco…’

Ona Seeing The Engagement Ring You Bought Her

Ona drops a kiss onto the top of your head.

Her hand finds its way under your sweatshirt (it’s actually Ona’s) and she strokes the skin there gently with her thumb.

‘Do you know what kind of ring you want me to get you?’

You hum contentedly, ‘I’ll love any ring you get me.’

Ona sighs, ‘I know. But do you have any preferences?’

‘Ona. Mi amor.’ You turn around, cradling her face in your hands and kissing her.

‘Look, I promise I will love any ring you get me. Even if it’s just a ring pop from the grocery store. You know me and I trust you.’ You assure her.

The fullback relaxes slightly and you kiss her again.

‘Will it help if I show you the ring I got you?’

Ona stiffens immediately.

Her voice is barely above a whisper when she asks, ‘You kept it?’

‘Yes. Do you want to see it?’

Ona remains lost in her thoughts so you get up and withdraw a shoebox from where it’s hidden, deep inside your clothes closet.

Opening it, you take out a small velvet box.

Ona is still frozen, eyes transfixed upon it.

‘Oni…’

You set the ring box onto the bed in front of her, leaving the decision to open it up to her.

Your girlfriend (or was it fiancée now that she had unofficially asked you to marry her? you were still waiting on her actual proposal) takes a moment to herself before picking up the box with shaky hands.

She opens it and gasps, covering her mouth with her free hand.

‘It’s beautiful amor. It really, really is.’

Her chocolate brown eyes shine with tears and you find yourself tearing up too.

It’s a simple, elegant ring, set with a diamond in the middle and two smaller pearls on each side of it, Ona’s birthstone.

‘C-Can I wear it?’ Ona stammers.

‘Of course. It’s yours.’

Ona’s hand trembles even more as she takes it out of the box and you cover her hand with yours.

‘Can I put it on for you?’

Ona can’t seem to find the words to express herself so she settles for nodding vigorously.

Sliding the engagement ring onto Ona’s finger, you bring her hand to your lips and kiss it lightly.

When You Find Out Ona Has Abs

You knew Ona was fit. You knew her body was toned. She had always been slim. But what you didn’t know was when exactly Ona got abs.

It was like between one day and the next, they had just appeared on your fifteen year old girlfriend.

And you were obsessed with them (and ridiculously attracted to them).

You don’t know how Ona hadn’t yet figured that out.

Resisting the temptation not to touch them is too hard and you find yourself tracing them as she sleeps.

Resisting the temptation not to look at them is easier so as of late, you had begun looking at the floor tiles of the locker room as Ona changed out of her kits.

This doesn’t go unnoticed by her and eventually she asks you about it.

‘Amor? Did I do something wrong?’

She eyes you anxiously and you frown, ‘No. You’re perfect.’

‘Then why won’t you look at me?’

‘I don’t understand.’

‘You talk to me as I change but you won’t look at me. You used to look at me, maybe I’m just imagining things but you seem to find the floor more interesting than me now.’

‘Lo siento mi amor. I-I just-’

‘You what?’ Ona seems desperate and she sits beside you, on her bed.

‘You’re going to think it’s so silly.’ You guiltily admit. (you knew this was coming, your girlfriend was far too observant, far too attuned to you for her to not have noticed).

‘Amor, nothing you do is too silly for me.’ Ona assures, taking your hand in hers.

‘Y-You have abs.’

Ona nods slowly as if she was trying to understand what you were trying to get at.

‘I think they’re hot and it makes me want to stare at them every time you’re changing. I didn’t know if you would feel comfortable so I tried my best not to look at you.’

Ona laughs loudly.

Your cheeks flush a bright red.

‘Oh mi amor. I love you so much. I love that you’re so respectful of me and my body. But you are my girlfriend and you have my permission to look, to touch, to do whatever you want really. I trust you. I’m comfortable with you.’

Your girlfriend pulls you nearer to her, pressing a kiss onto the side of your head.

‘I’m sorry for worrying you.’

Ona simply giggles and kisses you again.

‘It’s okay.’ She murmurs, in between the kisses that she presses to your cheeks, your nose and your jaw.

Ona Wanting To Reward You For A Goal You Scored

‘So what would you like?’

You blink up at Ona in confusion. The match had just ended and the fullback was still in her kit and cleats.

She sits down beside you with a smile, watching as you strip your socks off.

The Spanish woman keeps looking at you expectantly and you frown.

‘Ona I don’t understand what you’re getting at?’ (you don’t like the feeling of not understanding your girl, it was not a very common one and that made you dislike it all the more).

‘Your reward for scoring that amazing goal.’ She matter of factly explains.

‘Oh! I don’t need one.’

‘Are you sure? Because I am more than willing to do anything you want…’

The way Ona’s voice lowers suggestively on the last sentence, it leaves you with no doubts as to what she’s hinting at.

A bright red blush paints your cheeks and you duck your head, hoping that none of your teammates would spot it, in the crowded locker room.

‘Well an orgasm or two would be nice…’ You whisper and Ona laughs, kissing your cheek affectionately.

‘Just two?’ She asks skeptically.

Your girlfriend leans in closer to murmur in your ear, ‘I can do a lot better than just two…’

Ona’s Proposal

Ona had a ring. With the help of Millie, Laia and Leila, she had chosen it.

She rubs her finger over the ring on her own hand, a habit she had recently developed.

The Spaniard traces the pearls and the diamond, thinking over her plan to propose to you.

It was almost complete, she just needed to do three more things and well the rest was up to you. (she already knew you would say yes but she was still nervous. she thought that was a good thing).

One, requires her to go to a tattoo studio.

She had known what she wanted for a while and now seemed like the perfect time to actually get it done. It would be her engagement gift to you.

Two, she takes you back to Spain. Back to her family home and bedroom where she squeezes into her childhood bed with you.

She pulls you against her chest, leaning against the headboard. Her hand finds yours and her heart skips a beat when you squeeze her hand in return.

‘Do you remember the first time I brought you here?’

‘Yeah. You introduced me to your cheetah.’ (her stuffed cheetah that currently resided in an armchair in your shared Manchester apartment).

Ona giggles.

‘Yes. But that’s not what I remember the most.’

She quietens and you gently play with her fingers, knowing not to push her but let her come out with it.

‘I remember being nervous and anxious. I mean you were the prettiest girl I had ever seen and we had only known each other for a few weeks. I wanted you to like me, I wanted you to want to be my friend.’

‘Well I wanted to be a lot more than just friends.’ You tease and Ona smiles.

She runs her fingers through her hair before softly telling you, ‘What I remember most is Joan saying I looked at you like I wanted to marry you.’

Your breath hitches and she continues, ‘I’m sure he meant it as a joke then. He was just being an idiot who wanted to annoy his sister but his words stuck with me.’

Ona cuddles you a while longer before taking in a deep breath and moving one of your hands to her right wrist. (she had worked hard to keep it hidden from you).

‘Look.’

You don’t question her, simply turning her wrist over.

The black initials inked there knock all of the air out of your lungs.

‘Ona. Mi amor. This is, this is too much.’

‘No. It’s not too much. Nothing is too much when it comes to you.’ Ona resolutely tells you.

You gently trace over her new tattoo, her new tattoo of your initials.

There’s tears in your eyes as you stare down at the inside of Ona’s wrist.

They are the reason you almost miss the ring that’s in the open palm of Ona’s other hand.

‘Ona.’

The sob that you give in response has her soothing you with a kiss placed on the side of your neck.

‘I love you. I want you. I am yours. You are my world and I will never leave you. Wherever you go, I will follow. Your smile means everything to me and I promise I will spend the rest of my life making you smile as much as possible. Will you allow me the privilege of being able to call you my wife? Will you marry me mi amor?’

‘Yes. Yes Ona. There’s nothing I would love more than to be your wife.’

You turn around to kiss her, pouring everything you have into it. Ona responds in like, conveying every ounce of affection, love and relief that she has into it.

‘I love you.’

‘I love you too.’

Ona blinks back tears, carefully sliding the engagement ring onto your hand.

It matches the one you’d given her, except that the pearls were exchanged for your birthstone.

You think that it’s stunning.

The smile on your face can only be rivaled by Ona’s.

How Special Ona Made Your Engagement Ring

You’d been wearing it for a week before you realise Ona had it engraved.

It was only because of safety concerns that you had to remove the engagement ring Ona had given you so that you could train. Wedding rings could be taped up but the stones on the ring meant that taping would be useless.

You hated to take it off but that action allows you to notice the words inscribed inside.

‘I want you.’

Crossing the locker room, to where Ona is chatting with Tooney, you wrap your arm around her waist and lean your head against her shoulder as you wait for her to finish her conversation.

Thankfully Ella doesn’t take long and you have Ona all to yourself.

The brunette doesn’t seem to notice the depth of your emotions. She does however cover your hand on her waist with her own as you both walk out to the training field where the rest of the team is gathering.

It’s not until you have to separate from Ona whereupon you give her an intense kiss and murmur, ‘Thank you, I want you too.’ that she notices.

Ona has to wait until training ends before she act, lacing her fingers with yours.

‘Never doubt that I want you. You’re always going to be my first choice.’

That’s how you end up borrowing the engagement ring you’d given your fiancée and taking it to a jewelry store.

The words, ‘You’re my first choice.’ are engraved on its inside when you give it back to her.

The Day You Marry Ona

Ona’s mother insists that you follow tradition and spend the night before your wedding apart. She also insists that it’s bad luck for either of you to see the other in your wedding dresses before walking down the aisle.

That meant that you wouldn’t see her until it was time to say your vows.

You hadn’t been separated from Ona for this long ever since she came back to you but Ona’s mother was adamant.

It made your heart ache but you knew that it would be worth it.

As it is, you’re barely able to contain your excitement of being able to marry the girl of your dreams. In an hour you were going to be able to call her your wife…

Your makeup and hair are done, your dress already on. You had never been more ready for anything in your life. Millie, your bridesmaid, had left you alone at your request because you just wanted a minute to take it all in. It’s not every day that one of your biggest childhood dreams comes true.

Tracing the initials (Ona’s initials because you couldn’t let her be the only one with a physical reminder) you had just gotten inked on the inside of your right wrist (you planned to show your new tattoo to Ona during your vows), you wonder what Ona would look like in her white dress. She’d be beautiful, you had no doubt about that.

A knock on the door of your dressing room pulls you out of your head and you make to open it only for a quick, ‘No don’t open the door!’

‘Don’t open the door okay?’ Ona says more softly.

You smile, knowing immediately that this was Ona’s way of compromising her mother’s instructions.

There’s some muffled noises outside and then a small, shy, ‘Hi.’

You laugh.

‘Hi Ona.’

She giggles as she leans her head back against the door. The brunette had settled herself comfortably into a seated position, being careful not to crease her wedding dress (she feared her mother’s wrath if she did). She couldn’t wait for you to see her in it.

‘How are you feeling?’ She asks.

‘Really excited. And happy. So so happy. I can’t wait to be your wife mi amor.’ You answer easily, mirroring the other Spaniard’s sitting position on the other side of the door (not that you could see her or she, you, which was the whole point really).

‘I feel the same. I can’t wait to be your wife too.’

You grin and through the door, Ona is doing the same.

‘I missed you last night.’ You tell her.

‘I missed you too.’

Even though you can’t see her, you know there’s a pout on her face.

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence, the knowledge that the other was there, on the other side of the door being more than enough.

Until Ona wonders out loud, ‘Do you think our twelve year old selves knew what they were doing? Like did they ever think they would end up getting married?’

You laugh, ‘No. But I don’t think they would be disappointed. I can’t speak for you but I know my twelve year old self would not believe she would be marrying the most beautiful girl in the world.’

Ona’s smile widens, a breathy laugh escaping her, ‘If you’d told twelve year old me she would be marrying the girl she had been crushing on since she ate the granola bar shared with her, she would never have believed you either.’

‘Ona?’

‘Yes my love?’

‘I love you.’

Her response is instant.

‘I love you too. More than anything.’

Spanish Translations:

hermosa - beautiful

mi amor - my love

bon dia - good morning

gracias - thank you

te quiero más - i love you more

amor - love

lo siento - i’m sorry

Catalan Translation:

feliç aniversari - happy birthday

[m-jelly]

Your Leather Gloves

Episode 2 - Passion and touch

Pairing: Erwin x Fem! Curvy!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, romance, falling in love, confident Erwin, flirting, Curvy reader, possessive Erwin, slight yandere traits, kissing, teasing touch, suggestive, smut.

Concept: Romance and love are in the air at your apartment.

Taglist of who would like Erwin: @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity

Episode 3

Keen eyes watched you in your kitchen as you made coffee and lunch. A long love-filled sigh was released from a large chest. Thick muscles clenched and shifted as long legs move across the room and stopped right behind a sweet and adorable frame.

Big strong arms wrapped around a soft frame and squeezed. Loving lips dragged up a sensitive neck before placing delicate and loving kisses. A gentle moan of bliss escaped kissable lips. Hands that worked so diligently on delicious food ceased their actions.

A charming smirk spread across a handsome face. White teeth playfully bit down on your earlobe making you shiver. "Little peach." His voice was deep against your ear making you shiver. "Why don't you stop for a moment and come play with me."

You whimpered as you felt your desires build up for Erwin, but you wanted to finish off making the coffee and snacks. "Mm, m-maybe for a bit."

Erwin picked you up making you gasp. "Let me escort you."

You wiggled in his arms a little as you felt slight panic. "I'm heavy."

"You're not." He sat on the sofa and placed you right between his legs with your back against his chest. "You are pure perfection. Every inch of you is perfect." He ran his big hands over your thick thighs and squeezed tightly. He moaned against your ear. "Look at you. You were meant for me."

Your back arched a little in response to your man's loving touch. You plopped the back of your head against his chest and closed your eyes a little due to how much Erwin's gaze flustered you. You shivered as his hands drifted over your skin. You weren't sure about having your eyes closed anymore because now you couldn't see what he was doing and your senses were heightened.

You glanced down as he gripped the insides of your thighs close to your panties. You gasped when he lightly brushed your clothed heat. You pressed your legs together as you got a little flustered. You mewled as he chuckled against your ear as his hands moved to your stomach. You gulped hard as he kneaded you a little and purred against your ear.

Erwin paused a moment before rubbing his fingers right under your breasts. "May I touch your breasts?"

You hummed a little as you rubbed your legs together. "Yes."

He reached up and gripped your breasts. He purred in delight at how weighted they were in his hands. He squeezed a little and adored how soft and plump they were in his hands. He let out a deep moan against your ear as he began massaging your breasts. He was in pure heaven at how soft they were and when he squeezed them parts of your breasts tried to spill between his fingers.

You covered your mouth with your hand and mewled. "Erwin."

"You are so incredible. Look at how soft and warm you are." He pinched your nibble through your clothes and bra. "So responsive as well." He kissed the side of your head. "I would love to touch them without clothes holding them back."

You gripped Erwin's thick thighs as you started to shake with pleasure. "Erwin."

Erwin stopped a moment and chuckled. "I think I should slow down." He shifted you and turned you to sit you across his lap. "I just can't help myself. I just want to touch you so much."

You nibbled your lip. "I liked it."

He took your hand and began massaging it. "I'm glad. Now, would you like to touch me?"

You gazed at him. "Touch you?"

He hummed and placed your hand on his pec. "Go ahead. I want you to touch me."

You massaged his pec and marvelled at how plump he was. You jumped and let out a little squeak when he popped his pec in your hand. You blushed as he chuckled at your reaction. "You can flex them?"

"I can." He moved both of them. "See?"

You placed both your hands on his pecs and giggled as he moved the pecs under your hands. "So cool."

Erwin smiled softly as your hands ran over his plump body, he loved how you pressed, prodded and gripped his muscles. He felt so loved under your touch and it moved him. He wanted you to touch him without his shirt on. He wanted skin-on-skin contact with you but didn't want to rush you. You were this delicate peach he wanted to savour.

You released Erwin and smiled. "I'll get back to the coffee and snacks. This was really nice."

Erwin wrapped his arms around you and stopped you from moving. "Allow me, princess. You rest your pretty legs and let me tend to you."

You blushed. "Oh, but you're healing still."

He placed you on the sofa and kissed you. "I'm stronger than you think."

Your body shivered as the bed shifted and creaked as the large frame of Erwin climbed up the bed to hover over you. Your heart raced as he gazed down at you. You felt so small under his massive frame. You wanted him, you wanted him so badly that you were always soaking your panties with arousal around him.

You reached up and ran your fingers down his soft skin. You watched your eyes travel down to his bottoms and saw his big erection being held back by the fabric. You flicked your gaze back to his chest and played with his soft blonde chest hair. You smiled at how a big scary man to others was so soft and sweet.

Erwin called your name so you'd look at him. He smiled at you. "Can I take your bra and panties off?"

You mewled a little. "Y-Yes."

He pushed his big hands under your back and unclipped your bra. He let out a little gasp when he slipped them off your arms and watched your breasts spill out. He grabbed both as soon as he threw your bra away. He massaged them and moaned in delight at feeling your soft hot skin.

He leaned closer and kissed between your breasts. He sighed against your skin before slowly moving down the bed with his kisses. He looped his thick fingers around your panties and dragged them down your legs. He tossed them to the side and knelt in front of your closed legs.

He gripped your thighs and kissed your knees. He smiled when you hummed and turned your head a little and place a fist over your mouth. He tugged a bit on your legs and found you happily opened your legs for him. He lay between your legs and sighed when he saw you were dripping wet for him.

He wrapped his big hands around your thighs. "My goodness, what a juicy peach you are, it's like you want to be devoured by a dangerous man like me."

You whimpered a little. "I do."

He kissed the inside of your thigh. "Good girl. I wonder if you're as delicious as you look." He opened his mouth and bit the inside of your thigh making you moan and squeeze your thighs against his head. "I knew it. Plump and perfect."

You whined. "Erwin, don't tease."

Erwin chuckled. "You are the only person in the world I will take orders from. You are so cute when you give them, I just have to follow." He let out a long sigh. "I have been thinking about eating your juicy pussy since the day I met you."

You gasped in shock. "That lo-long ago?"

"Yes." He put your legs over his shoulders and gave you a long slick and parted your folds so he could get as close as he could to your juicy core. "Mm, fuck it's better than I thought."

You whined and looked adorable to him. "I taste good?"

"Divine." He dove for your clit and closed his eyes as he sucked hard making you cry out in pleasure. He gripped your thighs roughly as he felt himself slipping into ecstasy. "Heaven."

You almost lost your mind as Erwin rolled his tongue against your clit. Your body was on fire from the pleasure coursing through your veins. The way Erwin moved his tongue and sucked your clit was like nothing you'd ever felt before. You shoved your fingers into Erwin's hair and tugged roughly as you pressed your pelvis up towards his face.

Your legs shook over Erwin's shoulders as you felt an intense build-up of pleasure inside you. You knew you were going to cum hard and fast soon. You pressed his head hard between your legs as he sucked hard on your clit. You threw your head back and arched your back. You clenched your toes tightly and felt the snap of bliss burn through you.

You released Erwin's hair and covered your mouth as you moaned against them. "Erwin."

Erwin pulled back and panted as he gazed at you. "I'm still starving. I want to drown in your juices."

You gripped the bed as Erwin plunged his tongue into your pussy. He shifted a hand over your stomach and pressed his thumb against your clit. He growled against you making you shiver in delight at the feeling of the vibrations. You reached down to your man and tangled your fingers with his.

Erwin smiled against you as he squeezed your hand. He gulped hard as he felt his heart race in delight. He couldn't believe how incredible you tasted. Erwin was in pure bliss as he tasted you. He wanted to keep eating you until his jaw was aching and his tongue hurt. He adored you and this.

He opened his eyes and looked up at you. He smiled in delight at how good you looked under him. He pulled back with his chin and lips covered in your juices. He kissed your stomach and dragged his lips up your body as he sighed in happiness. He gripped your breasts and sucked on your other breast.

You moaned and shifted on the bed as Erwin sucked so perfectly on your breast. "Erwin."

He smiled against your skin. "I'm sorry, I left you wound up, didn't I? You were close to cumming."

You purred. "Yes."

He moved his hand down and ran his fingers up and down your slit. "I need to prepare you, little peach. I know you're not a virgin, but I am a bit long and thick. So, I want to make sure you only feel pleasure." He slowly pressed one finger and moaned. "Fuck, you are so hot and wet for me." He rolled your clit with his thumb and gripped your breast. "A delicious meal." He attacked your breast and began biting and sucking hard.

You gripped his hair and hummed in delight as your other hand covered your mouth. You felt yourself drooling as Erwin covered your breast in lovebites. You felt your cheeks burn as he looked up at you and smiled against your breast. You gasped when he released it and gave you a long lick and flicked your nipple.

You gasped a little. "Erwin, you feel good."

He captured your lips and hummed in delight. "You feel wonderful. I could touch you for hours and hours." He dragged his finger out of you before pressing two in. "That's it, good girl. You're doing so well. Feeling you stretch around my fingers is blissful. I can't wait to feel you around my cock."

You panted as he pumped his fingers inside you. "Erwin."

He chuckled. "You are so cute. Look at you pleading with a dangerous man like me. I want to eat you up. I'll do anything for you." He crashed his lips against yours and sighed through his nose. He pushed his tongue into your mouth as moved within you and massaged your breast. "You're so pleasurable. We were made for each other."

You gazed at Erwin with your bright and beautiful eyes. "I love you."

Erwin paused a moment as his heart skipped a beat. He felt his cheek burn hot as his eyes widened. He pressed his face against your chest and whined a little. "Damn it, you're so adorable."

"Erwin." You whined at him.

He lifted his head and smiled. "I love you more than anything." He released your breast and rubbed your cheek as he smiled more. "You are wonderful. I want you as mine forever. I love you so much."

You welled up and smiled. "I'm glad."

He pulled his hand from you. "I'm sorry, my little peach but I can't hold back anymore. You're cute words..." He yanked off his bottoms and knelt between your legs. "I need to be inside you. I have to make love to you."

You panted a little. "I need you too." You looked down at Erwin and blushed when you saw his hard cock. It was a little longer than average and thicker. You rubbed your thighs together and moaned. "Erwin."

He moved his hand up and down on himself. "Am I okay?"

You nodded and parted your legs for him. "Yes."

He rubbed his sensitive tip up and down your wet lips and admired your arousal coating him. He pressed the tip into your pussy nice a slow so you could adjust and he could relax and not get too excited. He moaned and kept pressing into you. He watched himself slowly sink into your pussy. He looked up at your face to check on you and saw you were in utter bliss.

You reached for Erwin and whimpered. "More. More Erwin, don't tease."

Erwin grabbed your hips and pushed all over his cock into you. He smiled as you arched your back and moaned at him. He panted and shivered as your pussy walls massaged his cock. He dragged his cock back a bit as he shifted on his legs and plunged himself back in. He paused as you cried out and became flustered. His eyes widened when he recognised your moan of delight.

Erwin chuckled a little and smirked at you as he called your name. "Did you just cum from me putting my cock in you?"

You grabbed a pillow and slammed it on your face. "D-Don't look at me."

He took your legs and held them up. "Oh, my sweet little peach, don't be sorry. That was sexy." He squeezed your legs together over one of his shoulders and kissed your ankle. "You're cute when you cum. I want to see it more."

You gasped when Erwin bit your ankle. "Mm."

Erwin smiled against your skin before he started pumping his hips. "You like that?"

You pulled the pillow off your face and moaned at Erwin. "Y-yes."

"You like my cock?"

You turned your head and looked away as you felt flustered. "Y-yes." Your voice was quiet.

He smiled and kissed your ankle lovingly a few times. "You're doing so well. Good girl." He panted against your ankle causing your body to tingle. "You feel so good. You're taking me perfectly." He massaged your thigh and watched your breasts bounce with his hard thrusts. He moaned at hearing his thighs slap against yours and your bum. "Princess, you are perfect."

"Erwin. You feel so good." You leaned your head back and moaned. "So big." You squeezed your toes in delight. "Faster and harder, please."

Erwin's cheeks burned at your request. He kissed your ankle and smiled. "Anything for you." He pumped his hips hard and fast against you causing the room to be filled with the sounds of your skin slapping together and Erwin's cock plunging in and out of your wet pussy. He gripped your legs tightly and groaned in pleasure. "Oh, my darling, your body is divine."

You let out a moan at each slap of his body against yours. You grabbed your breasts to stop them from bouncing so harshly. You squeezed them as you felt your coil tighten up and the need to cum rushing closer. You smiled at Erwin causing his heart to race at how you went from cute to sexy.

You pressed your breasts together with your arms causing massive cleavage for Erwin. You reached one hand down to your clit and began playing with yourself. You arched your back and moaned in delight as you felt the final push shoot you towards your orgasm. You clenched around Erwin tightly as your legs shook.

You arched your back further and cried out in bliss. "Erwin."

Erwin slowed his thrusts and admired your orgasmic glow. "So pretty." He parted your legs and put them over the back of his elbows. "So very pretty." He leaned down and kissed you. "What a wonderful view."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled at him. "Erwin."

He called your name back to you. "Are you okay like this?"

You hummed and nodded. "Yes." You panted as Erwin started moving deep into you. "Ah, fuck so deep."

Erwin tapped his forehead against yours and smiled in delight. "Do you like how deep I am? How I fill every inch of you?"

You tugged on his hair and nodded. "Yes."

He smiled sweetly at you. "Good girl for responding. You're doing amazing." He panted and groaned. "Your body is incredible." He showered your face in kisses. "We were made for each other, my love. We fit each other perfectly."

You gripped Erwin's back and whined. "Yes."

He started pumping his cock into you at a passionate and dominating pace. "You are mine now. All mine. You hear me?"

You nodded and mewled at him. "Yes, Erwin."

He growled at you. "Mine."

"Yours." You leaned your head back and moaned. "I'm all yours." You reached up and grabbed the pillow under your head. "Oh, fuck." You gasped in pleasure as you felt Erwin's tip kiss your cervix over and over. "Oh fuck."

"Good girl, give in to pleasure. Give yourself to me fully." He panted and growled. "I'm never letting you go. You're all mine." He reached down and played with your clit. "My juicy little peach."

You clenched your toes up. "F-Fuck. Yes! I'm all yours!"

Erwin dropped your legs and wrapped his arms around you. He shifted his legs then started pounding his cock into you hard and fast. He attacked your neck with bites and kisses. He wanted to mark every inch of you so you knew you belonged to him now. He loved you more than anything and would not let you go.

You wrapped your arms around Erwin and gripped his back. You locked your legs around Erwin and pulled him close to you. You turned your head and caught Erwin's attention. You both smiled at each other before kissing each other roughly. Your tongues moved together passionately as you felt nothing but love for each other.

You shivered as your coil tightened in delight. You moaned against Erwin's lips as you felt the urge to cum hard around Erwin's cock. You moaned in delight as you let go. You shook under Erwin as you came hard. You felt a fire burn through every inch of you. You pulled from Erwin's lips and panted as you tired to catch your breath.

You mewled in delight as Erwin kept thrusting to help you ride out your bliss. "Erwin."

Erwin panted and pulled his cock out of you. "Ngh, ah, ha mm. I'm close."

You reached down and started pumping your hand on Erwin's cock. "This good?"

Erwin bucked against your hand. "Yes. You feel so good." He grunted. "I'm gonna cum, my little peach."

You cupped his face and made him look at you. "Cum on me. Claim me as yours by covering me in your seed."

He growled at you. "I'll cover you. You're mine!" He gripped the bed tightly and moaned your name. His brows furrowed as cum shot out of the tip of his cock up to your breasts. "Shit." He smiled at you as you kept moving your hand on his slick cock covered in your arousal. He felt his balls tighten as more of his cum spilt over your stomach. He softly said your name. "I love you."

You released his cock which was beginning to soften. "Erwin, I love you too."

Erwin pressed himself against you and kissed you. He smiled as you hummed and wiggled under him. "Something wrong?"

You blushed. "Your cum."

He chuckled. "I covered you in cum, so it only seemed fair I did too." He nuzzled his nose against yours. "Forgive me for cumming all over you."

"I wanted it." You smiled and caressed his cheek. "I wanted it and you. I still want you."

Erwin pulled away from you. "I want you too."

You sat up and gasped at seeing cum on him. "Hot."

Erwin growled when he took you in. "You're hotter." He chuckled and picked you up. "Let us shower together, okay?"

You gazed at Erwin in awe. "Mm."

He turned your shower on and placed you on your feet inside the shower with him. He chuckled as he helped clean you. "You're so cute." He kissed the end of your nose. "I could just eat you up."

You blushed a little. "You already did."

He pressed you against the shower wall. "I want to again."

You gasped as your back hit the cold wall. You purred and mewled at him. "I want you again too."

"I'm going to make love to you all day and night long until you pass out."

You squeaked. "Yes please."

[placeinthemiddleofnowhere]

Bring me a dream

Part 2: Cherry Cheescake

Status: Ongoing

Masterlist

Pairing: The Corinthian x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, smut, horror elements, manipulation

-🍰-

You spent all day on a knife edge. You couldn’t take your mind off of the ‘date’ you were to go on that night. At least, that was what you’d told Casey when she asked why you were flitting around the kitchen, baking all manner of different tray bakes and cakes. Your human companion was less than pleased that her kitchen was rendered unusable for breakfast before her work, but you didn’t have the mental capacity to think about that. 

“Oh my god, will you stop already!” 

You looked up from the messily iced cupcake you’d been working on and faced your roommate, looking into her incensed green eyes. Your hands shook for a second, continuing to pipe out icing until finally Casey reached out and snatched the bag from you. It left you standing like a hamster with your hands still in position, staring ahead into the abyss.

“What’s up with you? This should be exciting! You’ve never even talked about fancying a single man or woman, or anyone since I’ve known you and now the minute you go on a date you’re acting like you’re in a TV heartbreak!” she said, half laughing, half looking ready to strangle you.

You sighed and looked around at the floury mess you’d left all over the room and at the numerous treats you’d made, finally registering the extent of your work that day. You couldn’t believe what you’d done. You wondered for a second where you’d get the time to give them away, until you realised that her presence meant that she was back from work. Time was creeping on you faster than you'd realised  and you were going to need to prepare to go out soon. Shit.

“O-oh well I um- I’ve never been on a date before,” you said truthfully, looking back at Casey as she started to clear up your damage. 

She stopped in her tracks just as she began to take your mixing bowls over to the sink and whirled back around. Her eyes were as wide as an owl’s. Now you were beginning to think that your excuse wasn’t the best cover up. 

“You’ve never been on a date?” she echoed.

You nodded and rubbed the back of your neck, already regretting your idea so much more. It was obvious she was invested now. Invested in your date with the Corinthian, oh gods, what were you going to do? You didn’t want to get all dolled up for him, you didn't want to indulge him in any way really, but the look on Casey’s face now was the ‘you’re not getting out of this without a makeover’ look.

“Hold on, before you get any ideas-” you tried.

“Oh I have so many ideas!” She interrupted. “ We need to start getting you ready now, we need to prepare you. Right, you go get in the shower then I can do your hair and bring up first date topics- oh and then we can-”

You zoned out while she rambled on about her schemes, lost in your own despair. Her head was filled with roses and your’s was occupied by those dark soulless shades and fox-like smile. You were going for a date with the devil and she was acting like you were meeting prince charming and getting ready for a life in a castle. It made your lips turn like you’d just eaten sour candy.

You knew better than to argue with Casey, however. Once she got on one of her tirades you’d never be able to stop her, especially not while she looked so full of childlike excitement. Who were you to ruin her dreams of preparing her friend for her first date? 

-🍰-

You looked like something out of a magazine. Your eye makeup was perfectly applied and glittered like a fairy had flown over you, your cheeks were glimmering with highlighter and your lips were pink and glossy. Kissable, she had said. As if you were going to allow him to kiss you. Ha!

You stood in the doorway, glaring at the thought of the nightmare you were going to meet. Only for a second though. Casey turned back around to face you and continued to rattle off her first date rules, while you stared off into the distance. Somehow, you didn’t think you were going to need to use them. Instead of listening, you played with the skirt of your white cotton dress and admired your pretty pink nails.

“Are you even listening to me?” Casey snapped.

“Oh- yes! I’ll let you know as soon as I’m there and I’ll call you if anything happens,” you said dutifully, gesturing away with your hand.

“That’s not what I was-”

“Actually, you know what, I really should be going! Don’t want to be late,” you interrupted, finally growing tired of humouring her.

With a squeal of good luck being shouted out to you, you closed the door and rushed down the stairs of your apartment toward the exit. You stood in the lobby for a second, feeling as if your breath was being stolen from your lungs. You didn’t want to have to go to the club, you didn’t even know if he’d be there yet, he hadn’t been so prudent as to give you a time. It made you wonder if he’d make you sit there all night for him.

Think of the humans, you said to yourself over and over like a mantra. You whispered it at first until you got into the cab you’d called, and even then, you took to recycling it in your head instead. You had to protect these beings' lives with your own, no matter what fiendish plans the Corinthian had in store for you. 

“You look real pretty tonight, miss,” the driver said, eyeing you appreciatively in his mirror. “Somethin’ special on?”

“Oh, thanks,” you mumbled. “Not really…”

“Really? You look nervous, I figured you might be going to an event,” he probed.

“I guess I just get nervous going to clubs,” you lied.

The cabbie grunted something at that, he must have realised you didn’t want to talk. Good, you’d thought. Talking was too much at that moment. Everything was too much. The smell of old worn leather and cigarette smoke was overloading your senses and it only served to make you antsier. 

You’d been so nervous to get in the cab, but now you wanted nothing more than to get out. Though, ideally you’d be getting out somewhere other than the club. Somewhere that was filled with fresh baked treats and the smell of sugar thick in the air.

“That’s us here, miss.”

The cabbie broke you out of your thoughts and glanced at you again through his mirror. You caught sight of his coppery almost orange eyes and blinked back at them, forgetting for a second where you were. Oh gods, you’d have to get out now. You forced a smile, feeling the corners of your lips pull unnaturally and handed him a note, telling him to keep the change. 

“Thanks! By the way, don’t be nervous tonight, you’re gonna knock em’ dead,” he said, grinning a sharp toothy grin. 

“Hopefully,” you smiled back, your thoughts straying to how you wished that to be true.

If only you could give the Corinthian a look and send him into the darkness then you could enjoy your new life and let the humans live peacefully. Though you knew you didn’t have power like that, only one being did and he was lost long ago. Another thought that had you frowning when you left the taxi.

You slammed the door shut and embraced the cool night air, feeling it stroke your cheeks and bring you back to reality. It was no use, you weren’t going to be able to escape from this. You realised you had to get out of your head and prepare for your night ahead with the Corinthian, prepare for him relentlessly calling you ‘sugar’ and invading your personal space. 

How fun.

You advanced up to the club with little issue, even though you’d hoped that the bouncer would deny you, soon you were embraced by the flickering lights once more. There was a growly, sensual song playing over the booming speakers and bright red lights were illuminating the space. It reminded you of the drink he’d bought you the night before. 

You gulped and looked around, watching as dancing bodies already filled the floor and writhed together in a collective mass. You were hot already despite only being there about a minute and you were suddenly more aware of your heavy makeup, like cloying fingers grasping at your face. You took a frustrated breath and just as you were about to go to the bar you bumped into something solid.

“Oh, excuse me!” you gasped.

You looked up, trying to see who you bumped into, only to find yourself greeted with a familiar set of dark lenses. It was him. Of course it was him.

Tonight he was dressed in a white sweater and grey slacks, his smart black shoes were shining in the crimson light. His hair was neatly parted as usual and of course he was looking as full of himself as ever. He stood over you like he thought himself a god.

“No problem, sugar,” he growled, noticeably tilting his head to look at you. 

You folded your arms and hooked your chin up in defiance, trying to cover yourself a little. It only made him laugh. Already, you were considering seeing if kicking him would cause him pain. The thought brought a smile to your face. What would be better, a kick to the nethers or one in the knee and then square into those stupid shades?

“So…what is it you want?” you finally asked.

“Is that all you’re capable of saying?” he groaned, leaning back dramatically.

“Only when it comes to you, nightmare,” you said, finally finding your courage. “I’d like to fulfil my purpose here and leave as soon as possible.”

“Oh really? Is that why you dolled yourself up all pretty? So you could convince me to leave,” he teased, reaching out and flicking the fabric of your dress.

You gasped and looked down at yourself, forgetting that you’d come so dressed up and felt your cheeks heat in embarrassment. Well now you looked like an idiot. You gazed back to his smug smile and just as you were about to defend yourself he crooked his finger and gestured his head toward the entrance.

“You’re dressed up far too pretty to be in a place like this. You got everyone’s heads turnin’, sugar,” he’d said it smoothly, but there was a glint of something that passed through his face, a twitch too quick for you to really tell. 

You frowned at him and looked around. Was he serious? Surely everyone couldn’t be looking. You bit your lip, catching a few men’s eyes as they looked away from your gaze, you were shocked. Apparently Casey had worked her magic a little too well. Well now he’s definitely going to think I’m trying to flirt back with him, you thought sourly.

“I want to know where we’re going before I leave with you.”

“Can’t I surprise you? I know a spot I think you’ll like.”

“Oh really? You know a spot I’d like? I somehow doubt we frequent the same kinds of places,” you said, voice heavy with sarcasm.

“Trust me,” he said, cooing your name, “I’m not all bad.”

You gave him a pointed look, but it was no use. It was either you follow him or…god knows what. He’d lash out and hurt some human most likely. You knew what he was like, knew his reputation, you couldn’t leave all the humans around you at his mercy. So soon enough you found yourself following behind him like a hellbound duckling.

You rubbed at your arms and felt your legs get heavier with every step. The last thing you wanted to do was go to an unknown location with your current company, but he was being very insistent. As soon as you’d left the thick double doors, Corinthian put his arm around yours and had you walking in step with him.

His grip on you was reminiscent of the night before. His arm was locked on yours, trapping you next to him, you wondered what he had in store for you. Where could he be taking you like this? Was he going to drag you to a torture dungeon, find some way to hurt you? Would he take you somewhere dark and filled with blood and bodies, somewhere cold and lonely where he could lock you up?

While your thoughts were filled with dread, the Cornithian’s were anything but. He was leading you through the darkened streets with renewed vigour, excited by his new little plaything. His sweet little dream, all pure and dressed in white and sprinkled with glitter. He could almost taste you. When you’d showed up dressed like that he could’ve sworn there were fireworks erupting at your entrance. 

“So how come you dressed up for me then, sugar? Is your little ‘I hate you’ act crumbling already?” 

“Act?” you laughed back at him. “I’m not acting, I think you’re repulsive.”

“Repulsive is a big bad word for such a small thing,” he replied dryly, tightening his already iron grip on your arm.

Asshole! You muttered under your breath and struggled in his grip. Though it was futile, it felt like you needed to test if you had the opportunity to break free. Was he made of metal? You cursed Morpheus for making him so strong.

“For your information, I’m not small! And I’m only dressed like this because when my friend asked me where I was going tonight I had to lie and say I had a date.”

“A date? Oh, isn’t that sweet,” Corinthian crowed, stopping in his tracks.

“Like I said, I had to lie to her.”

“Mhmm, you know what I really think?” he said, smile as bright as ever. “I think that somewhere in that little head of yours, you know that I’m not as bad as you think I am. Maybe you wanted this to be a date.”

You rolled your eyes and opted not to dignify that with a response. Like you’d ever want to go out with that monster willingly. Even if he was being a gentleman for the time being, you thought, there was no telling when he’d reveal his true nature to you. Even though he’d been fairly pleasant to you so far…

You shook your head and urged him to keep walking in the same direction he’d been going. The sooner you got to this place, the sooner you could be done with him you reasoned. Yes, that was why you gripped him back, and moreover how you began to enjoy how soft his sweater was on your bare arms. 

“So you and this friend…how did you meet her?” Corinthian asked, taking you off guard.

Was he actually asking about you? Was he being legitimate? Did he actually care? Your thoughts raced for a second, wondering how candid you should be. You knew you couldn’t reveal too much, couldn’t give him any information that would allow him to hurt Casey. He was a tiger in the brush and he had you in his sights. You would try to hold that thought close. 

“I met her in a dream first,” you finally revealed.

“Oh really? So what, you came down here to look for her?”

“No…I uh- I left the dreaming and didn’t really know where to go, I suppose. I wandered around for awhile not really knowing what to do and then when I saw Casey for the first time here I guess- I guess I just knew I could trust her. So I live with her now. ”

“Makes sense.”

“Does it?” you asked, narrowing your eyes suspiciously.

“Anyone that dreams of you must be innocent enough,” he shrugged, glancing down at you.

“If that’s the assumption you want to make,” you said bristling.

“Are you always this defensive, sugar? Don’t you get tired of being so uptight?”

You froze at his accusation and felt your spine go stick straight. Defensive? If he didn’t like you being defensive then maybe he’d prefer angry? You felt your heartbeat quicken as your thoughts simmered like molten lava through your body. 

“Maybe i wouldn’t be so defensive if you didn’t literally threaten to murder people if I didn’t come out with you tonight!” You hissed, poking your finger straight into his hard chest.

“Woah there, sugar. Calm down! I didn’t make any threats, when did I make a threat?” He said lowly, taking your hand away from his chest. 

You watched as he took your hand and raised it to his lips, planting a kiss on the back of it like an old fashioned gentleman. His lips felt like cool rose petals on your heated skin. What the hell? You took a second to register what he said and felt yourself getting more riled.

“You literally said you would seek out another pair of eyes!” You squealed, grabbing your hand back.

You winced at your tone and looked around at the empty street around you, sighing when you realised no one was around to hear. At least you didn’t sound crazy to anyone else. Just yourself. The silence echoed in the street, all you could hear was the hum of the streetlights and sirens in the distance. 

“You’re a dramatic little thing aren’t you?”

“I’ll show you dramatic!” 

You blinked a couple times when he raised his brows at you and huffed out a breath of air. You’d only proved his point. Again. 

“You’re cute when you’re angry, look at your little shoulders gettin’ all tensed up! How about this, sugar. We share the rest of the walk in silence and when we get to where we’re going you don’t act like I’m kicking you every time I speak. What do you say?”

“I think if you want more pleasant company, you shouldn’t coerce it out,” you said dryly, tugging on his arm again so he’d continue. 

That made him laugh. His chuckle was rich and deep, it filled the night air around you and made your heart beat faster. You bit your lip and tried to ignore him a while as he finally relented and led you to your mystery location. There was something about his tone of voice that was so soothing, so dreamlike. Nothing like you’d expect a nightmare to be. 

A few streets later, after walking a few more minutes, you found yourself in front of a brightly lit ice cream parlour that proudly said it was open till 1am. The building oozed blue neon that poured out into the street and enticed you in with the smell of sugar and polished linoleum. It was like Corinthian had read your mind, you’d much rather have been there than at that club. It was a shock, he hadn’t taken you somewhere that displayed guts at the door like wind chimes, and those being your expectations, it was a pleasant shock. 

“Do you come here often?” You found yourself asking.

“I’ve been here a few times, it’s the best ice cream in town,” he smirked, walking you leisurely through the glass doors. 

“You don’t seem like the type that eats a lot of ice cream,” you murmured. 

“What kind of monster doesn’t like ice cream?” He said scandalised. 

You could barely contain the giggle that escaped your lips. The big bad Corinthian was a dessert lover. Who knew? It was probably the last place you thought he’d take you, though you wouldn’t be found complaining. It made you think that maybe there was more to the nightmare than murder and fear, maybe there was a heart thawing in amongst that scary exterior. Had you been too judgmental? 

What were you thinking? This guy is literally a known killer, you reminded yourself, you couldn’t fall for this glamour he was putting on. You bit your lip and tried to concentrate on the cold glass case he was leading you up to, his grip now relaxing and falling till he was eventually just loosely holding your hand. You looked down at it curiously and then back at the ice cream, figuring it was best not to fight it. 

“Pick anything you like, sugar. My treat,” he smiled, catching the attention of the motherly looking woman behind the counter. 

“So sweet,” she cooed, looking between you both warmly. “You make a cute couple!”

Her comment immediately got your back bristling, and it took every fibre of your being to stop from correcting her. You were holding hands so it’s not like her assumption was baseless, but it didn’t quell your urge to throw up any less. Instead you distracted yourself with the colourful array of different ice creams while the Corinthian thanked the woman for her ‘compliment’. 

Eventually you settled on two scoops of cherry cheesecake and even felt yourself get excited as you were handed your chocolate sprinkle dipped cone. It was almost enough to make you forget your present company when you slid into the baby blue leather booth. Almost being the operative word, given you did have to stare up at his face when he sat in front of you. At least he’d bought you ice cream. 

“What’s your verdict then?” He asked, taking a pink plastic spoonful of his salted caramel.

You put the cone to your mouth and smiled as you tasted the sweet dessert, tart cherry and crumbling biscuit pieces combined to perfection. You took in a few more mouthfuls and lost yourself, realising you might’ve found a new favourite treat. You didn’t even consider the fact you were ignoring your company until he cleared his throat and brought you back to reality.

He quirked a brow as he looked at you and tilted his head in thought. You were cute. There was something about the way you smiled and closed your eyes to properly enjoy your ice cream that was so endearing. It only made him want you to make you his all the more. He’d decided long ago that you weren’t going to be Morpheus’ little pet anymore, you were going to be his dream. He’d break down your walls one way or another and when he did, you’d be far from the dream Morpheus created.

“This is delicious,” you answered finally. “You were right, I like this place!”

“See. A little trust goes a long way.”

“Mhmm, Well forgive me for not immediately trusting someone like you,” you snorted. 

“And what am I like,” he asked, pointing his little plastic spoon at himself. “As far as I’m concerned I’ve been nothing but a gentleman to you.”

“You being nice to me doesn’t excuse the fact you said you’d seek someone else out for the night if you couldn’t have me. And before you try to say anything, because I can see the defence cooking up in your head already, I know what you meant by it.”

He shrugged and leaned back in his chair, propping an arm up on the leather. 

“Just because I said I’d seek someone else out doesn’t mean I’d kill them,” he said matter of factly. 

“Shh!”

You looked around, eyes wide as saucers, and paranoid that someone would hear, but it was only you two and the nice lady behind the counter. She was far too busy humming away to herself and cleaning to listen to your conversation. It sounded like something you’d heard off of the radio. 

“Do you really think I go round killing everyone I fuck?”

“Would you stop!”

“What? I’m trying to reassure you here, sugar. You keep making me out to be some kind of lunatic, and I’d like to let you know I’m a very reasonable man.”

“I’m so glad to know that you’re not a completely ruthless killer, just a murder inclined whore,” you said dryly. 

“Well I bet most people are whores compared to you, huh sweet thing,” he grinned. 

You narrowed your eyes at first, ready to try and defend yourself but you didn’t have much of a rebuke. It was true that you didn’t have much experience in those sorts of things…ok truthfully you hadn’t even kissed someone before, but it wasn’t like you were one of those kinds of dreams. You were a baker for gods sakes, you were too busy perfecting recipes to be dealing with romances and flings.

“Before you start making fun of me, it’s only been a few months since I left the dreaming,” you huffed, feeling thoroughly embarrassed.

Not only did you end up on a date with the corinthian, you ended up revealing your personal life to him as well. This was far from your idea of what life on earth would be like. For one, you hadn’t thought of what you’d do if you ran into nightmares and for another you hadn’t really thought much about sex before. You’d had a job to do and you’d rigorously made sure to make that your only commitment, those kinds of thoughts hadn’t crossed your mind before…

Now apparently, you had all the time in the world to think about it. The idea had your breath racing and your palms sweating. What had you been doing all these months? 

“Sugar, I would never make fun of you for being innocent. You’re just what dream made you is all,” he intoned soothingly.

“What do you mean?” you asked with a frown.

“Well…you’ve been here for a few months like you said, and in that time have you done anything other than bake and hang around that little friend of yours?”

“Well no, I guess not,” you said thoughtfully, eating more of your ice cream before it could spill onto your fingers.

“And that’s because you’ve not really released yourself from your dream's hold yet,” he explained, talking as if it were the simplest thing in the world. 

“What’s so wrong with that?” you hissed.

“Well nothing much for you I suppose, me on the other hand…” he said, with a dramatic sigh. “He made me what I am, he made me The Corinthian. He made me the thing you’re disgusted by and, so while we’re being honest with each other, I don’t think that’s very fair.”

You tilted your head and watched as his smile faded for once and he looked almost…sad? It made you pause in thought, realising that maybe what he was saying was the truth. Immediately you felt terrible for how judgmental you’d been, the realisation sunk through you heavily and made your throat constrict. Had you really been so harsh to someone that you didn’t know?

“So…do you mean you want to change that?”

“I’ve been on earth for a century and do you know what I’ve come to realise? All the evil I’ve wrought here hasn’t brought me any joy at all. The reason I asked you - well forced you I suppose, which I apologise for,  is because  I think I need help. I figured someone as sweet as you might be just what I need,” he explained, smoothing a hand through his hair.

You swore you could feel your heart pulsing in your ears. Was the Corinthian really pouring his heart out to you in an ice cream parlour? Were you in a dream? You had to stop yourself from pinching your arm. This was real. He was really looking at you with those pouted lips and raised brows seemingly full of hope.

Gods, this was a lot more than you’d signed up for.

“So when you say I’m what you need, do you mean you’re going to stop- well y’know,” you said, making a stabbing motion with your cone. 

He laughed at that and his smile returned to his face. Soon enough he was nodding, balancing his head on his hands now, looking intently at you. For once you didn’t look at him like he was a lion before it gave chase, now there was something sweet about the way he gazed at you. Something that made you want to reach out and stroke his arm, reassure him things would be alright.

Maybe that was a little bit too far for now. You weren’t entirely won over, but it definitely seemed like there was something honest about his story. Afterall, you had left the dreaming after vowing you’d never do that and so if you could change, then maybe he could too. 

“So what are you asking of me?”

“I want you to help me on the new path i'm on,” he smiled, “I don’t want to be good or bad, a nightmare or a dream. Now that Morpheus has left us and gone, gods know where, and this is all that’s left, we need to make the most of it. What I want is to be more human. Don’t you?”

You gasped as he made his admission and looked out the window for a second, staring up at the night sky and looking at the moon and stars that peeked out from their blankets in the clouds. It was all so much to take in, but as you reflected on his words, you had a sinking feeling that what he was saying was right.

After waiting so long for your lord to return and being faced with so much disappointment, it made you wonder if your ridgid ways of thinking were really all that accurate anymore. Was there such a thing as a dream or a nightmare now that Morpheus was gone? Now that you lived for yourself and not under his rule, you needed to find a new purpose and surely reforming the once terrible Corinthian would be a worthy cause.

Perhaps Corinthian was right. Maybe striving for something more was the path forward. Striving for humanity rather than merely observing it. That made you smile. Being human sounded like fun.

“So,” you said giggling a little and looking back at your new friend, “I guess that means I need to make you better…and you get to make me worse.”

“Well, sugar, you said it not me, but I think I like where you’re going with this,” he grinned, reaching his hand across the table and  out to you.

You bit your lip and considered him for a second, still trying to see if there was a veil of trickery to be spotted. Though, there was nothing obvious to you. He didn’t seem much like a monster to you anymore, he just seemed like someone reaching out for help. If helping him meant you were going to keep people safe and figure out a new purpose then maybe you didn’t really have anything to lose. 

You reached out and grasped his hand, swearing that it felt warmer than before, softer, and clasped it tight.  You were really doing this. You were going to make Corinthian into a good man.

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[sunboki]

one of my blurbs going out to han and his masterpieces.

*if you don’t notice, I have each of his songs from SKZ-REPLAY mentioned here. They’re italicized.

Han blankly stares outside the window of the train, hills rolling into an endless abyss of shadows. Meanwhile, you’re comfortably snuggled against his hoodied-shoulder—the cozy yellow fabric he’d borrowed from Changbin’s closet enough to lull you to a peaceful slumber. Plus, Jisung’s scent had now replaced the once Changbin inhabited smell. Dreamland was nice this way.

Peering curiously over his shoulder, you manage to block out enough writing to realize he’s indeed jotting down lyrics. Very Han-like.

“You’re writing a song?” Your voice sounds sleepy, sleepier than you anticipated but evidence of your napping session. Thankfully the run of the train’s wheels numb the strange sensation.

“Mhm. I got it, an inspiration. I like this moment, ‘wanted to write about it.” Jisung gazes down at you, round and emotion filled brown eyes gentle. He’s having a moment again. Where he drinks in everything he gets to experience with you, drinking the sweet taste of the candied fruit to its fullest.

“Don’t look at me like that, it makes me feel like I’m dying.” You complain, although it’s more of a plea. Hoping to erase the wistful expression off his face. Looking at you like you’re the only person in the world.

He only smiles, dipping down to capture your lips together kindly. Endlessly close. There’s a sort of lilt to this kiss, nearly desperate but not voicing it.

The pen inked on a page of that lined leather notebook he carries along with him display all the thoughts coddled in those big brown eyes. And sometimes, you wish he wouldn’t reveal them to you.

It’s almost too much, too much words with too little time. You want to be with Jisung forever and he does as well, but as you whined before; it makes you feel like you’re dying.

“I love all of you y’know. Han Jisung.” The quokka groans at this, bashful to be called his full name. He then gathers your dazed form in his arms, head now propped on the top of yours—allowing you to watch him compose whilst snuggled against him.

There’s a silence filling your section of the train. Comfortable. A sharp wisp of his hand alerts you, brows knitting. The dot he places at the last word tells you he’s finished, glancing up to meet his eyes once more.

Oh, how pretty Han Jisung is. Mochi cheeks and honeyed orbs that seem to glow at the right angle. Not to mention his lips, undeniably kissable. Han is surely alluring.

“This is dedicated to you. So I won’t have to wish you back. Keep your love in my lyrics. I get why I’m here on this earth. Meant to find you, meant to love you. All of you, just like you love all of me.”

You remember that. That time Han became scared of losing you, scared of losing his purpose. Hidden in the lyrics of one of his pieces, HaPpY. Although now, things are different. He knows.

Saccharine sweet.

“‘Not an alien?”

He laughs.

“Not an alien.”