#like idk imagine just resting ur chin on his shoulder

[astraystayyh]

his back looks so huggable from behind and the whole dim lighting and the white shirt i am not okay

[norman-fucking-reedus]

omg since your requests are open,,, idk but imagining a female reader fucking herself infront of Daryl while he is chained to chair drives me insane to think about.. like reader's feet are on his knees and daryl feels her every movement but dang he can't do anything and the reader is a bit dominant.. i'd love if you wrote smth like this. im obsessed with ur writing!!

Anon lets make out rn cause ive had this idea for a while ESPECIALLY based off this picture??? Like hello??

I changed it up a little since i got the hottest idea in the middle of writing so I hope it makes you kick your feet in the way the way I did while writing this 😽 (I SAW UR OTHER REQUEST TOO BABE YK I GOTCHU 🫶🏾)

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“Dammit girl! Untie me” Daryl thrashed in the wobbly chair, growling from where it sat at the edge of the bed in front of you. You simply watched him struggle in the tight ropes, becoming redder by the second. “I like you tied up. Even more when you’re my personal chair” You ran a hand across his lap and winked.

Daryl grunted when you straddled him, hands pulling at their restraints. You could feel his bulge growing as you slowly ground your hips down, a strained groan coming from him. You cupped his chin and placed a few soft kisses on his lips, moving to his neck and back up to his lips, only pulling away from him. “Tha hell ya doin’ ta me?” Daryl watched as you opened the dresser drawer and tossed two objects on the bed, sitting down next to them.

You couldn’t hold back the wicked smile that fought onto your face as you stood up and removed each article of clothing, tauntingly slowly.

Daryl’s watched you, closely, breathing picking up as you slid your pants down, and moved to undo your bra. He watched as you teased the hem of your undies, sitting down in front of him again.

His cheeks heated up when you kicked a leg up, ankle resting on his shoulder as you spread yourself, running a finger down your slit through your panties. Daryl watched, hands fidgeting with rope as he became uncomfortably hard in his jeans. He wanted to touch you, feel all over your body and maybe inside.

You continued massaging yourself until the fabric was soaked, and Daryl’s breathing was the loudest thing in the room. His face was red and a thin layer of sweat was present on his whole body. Suddenly all his clothes didn’t fit right.

He could do nothing but watch as you pushed your underwear to the side, erotically spreading your pussy lips before reaching to grab one of the objects. It was a long, white vibrator you had “found” at the start, but really you just stole it from the sex shop when everything went to shit. It roared to life in your hands, and you leaned forward to press it onto Daryl’s bulge, soaking in the way he threw his head back and his body jerked.

You kept it there only for a minute, leaning back and bringing it down to your cunt, massaging between your folds and moaning when it reached your clit, holding it in place as you brought your fingers to your entrance, easily slipping in.

The scene was something out of a porno, and Daryl swore his mouth was beginning to water as he just watched you. The way he could feel the strong vibrations travel through your leg, the way he could see your fingers curling and scissoring open, he was starting to get desperately needy.

As you neared your orgasm, you pulled completely away from yourself, chest heaving as you came down, eyes meeting Daryl’s. His pupils had been blown so wide, you weren’t even sure there was color anymore. “Enjoying my show?” You whispered, pulling your leg off his shoulder as you moved to stand over him, bending over the bed so that he had a clear view of your backside. “J’st let me touch ya, doll. Why ya gotta torture me?” He rasped, eyes roaming as he took in the sight of your ass right in front of his face, so close yet so far.

Daryl was impossibly hard in his pants, the scratchy fabric sending lightning through his body whenever he accidentally bumped his tip against it. He was so needy it was starting to hurt, even more when the clear dildo you were bringing to your folds came into view.

You rubbed the silicone up and down against yourself, grinding when you brought it to your clit. You could feel Daryl’s eyes on you as his hands tugged and pulled at the binding ropes, but he had taught you how to tie some real good knots. He could do nothing but pitifully whine as he watched the dildo slowly slide into you, the clearness giving him a whole different show.

He could see the way your pussy stretched around the toy, working it in and out slowly, soft moans coming from you as you did. His cock throbbed as his eyes never left your cunt, wishing that instead of that dildo you would use him like a dildo, riding his sensitive cock for as long as you wanted, fuck he just badly wants to be inside of you.

As if reading his mind, you flipped yourself around so that you could face him, pulling the dildo out as you looked at him, eyes drinking up the messy state he was in. His face was so red, sweat rolling down his forehead as you could tell he was just so hard in his pants. Daryl’s fidgety hands had started to rub his wrists raw against the rope, the pain only adding to his boner. He looked a pure fucking mess. You swelled with pride at that.

Your hands began undoing his pants, pulling them only half down to his knees. For a split second, Daryl thought you were finally going to touch him, even if all you did was grab him through his underwear he just needed to be touched. Instead, he watched as you added some spit to the bottom of your didlo, and suctioned it right onto his muscled thigh, giggling to yourself like a psycho as you straddled it, purposely grinding your dripping cunt on his leg as his wide eyes stared into yours.

You cupped his sweaty face in your hands, wiping it as you just held his face and stared beyond his eyes and down into his soul. He could feel you sink down onto the toy, and watched as your gaze darkened and your eyelids lowered. “You’ve been such a good boy for me Dar. Watching and staying mostly silently. Can you be even better for me and cum without me having to touch your cock?” He desperately shook his head no, traitorous tears pricked his eyes as your pace increased. “Can’t- Need ya- Need ya ta touch m’cock, please mommy I need it so bad” He babbled and you cooed, giving him a warm kiss that he completely melted into.

He always begged so sweetly, and it went straight to your full cunt, however, you had to force yourself not to give in, not when you had already got this far, Your hands moved to grip his shoulders, lifting yourself up and down at a rough velocity, the sound of your ass slapping down on his thigh filled the room and Daryl’s head, his eyes flickered between your face and the way you rode his thigh.

You reached behind you and patted around until you found the vibrator, bringing it to life and pressing it against your clit, the one hand you had still on your boyfriend’s shoulder curled into the flesh, lewd moans pulling from your chest. Daryl felt himself getting dizzy watching you, hair sticking to his forehead and cold pain shooting from his raw wrists. It was so hot, too hot. His vision was beginning to blur, heart pounding so hard he felt like it would come out his chest. His body trembled and he threw his head back when you very lightly pressed the vibrator to his clothed cock, adding fuel to his orgasm as it pumped through his entire fucking soul, tears finally rolling down his cheeks as his cock pulsed itself empty, soaking erotically through the fabric. The toy turned off, and you slowed your hips, watching the way Daryl’s body went limp.

“Very good boy. That’s exactly what I wanted to see, handsome” Your voice was like candy as you whispered in his ear, sighing as you lifted yourself off the dildo with a wet pop, moving to cut Daryl’s hands free as you fully straddled his lap, feeling his release on your puffy pussy. His shaky hands immediately went to your hips, waist, thighs, holy hell your skin felt so good. His poor wrists were red and raw, a small amount of blood forming. “We’re gonna wrap your wrists up. Think your little friend will wanna join us?” You whispered against his lips, pressed down on his soft cock, feeling the cooling cum ooze out from underneath, sticking to your cunt. “If yer talkin’ about m’cock hell yea. Get tha’ fuckin’ dildo off me” He grunted and you realized his legs were also still bound together. You giggled, popping the suction cup off his thigh and stretching to cut the ropes off his ankles.

You moved off his lap so he could finally stand and stretch, kicking his pants completely off and his soiled underwear, which revealed how his cock was dripping in his own release. You were almost on him immediately, falling down onto your knees in front of him. “Your wrists are gonna have to wait a minute”

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I need to fuck his fucking soul into my body NOW 😾

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[ihave-atummyache]

my favorite part

Stray Kids Imagine

Summary: what body part of yours is your boyfriend’s favorite?

18+ !! smut (warnings under the cut) hehe, mature themes, cussing, the works

-OT8

-7.8k words (im sorry idk im mentally unwell)

(smut warnings: rough, unprotected piv (wrap before you tap), oral (m & f), foot fetish (mind ur business), degradation, body worship, creampie lowk, if there’s more lmk)

format:

1. before you are dating

2. after you become a couple

3. smut.

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Bang Chan: your back

Chan always has his hand on your back. Whether he has his hand on your lower back and is guiding you through a crowd or if you are laying in bed together. He loves to lay face to face with you and rest his hand on your back.

"Your back is so pretty," Chan's fingers lightly graze over your lower back. He had bought you a low back dress to wear to your date tonight. The plummet stops just above your butt, preventing you from wearing any underwear, which he was also well aware of.

"You tell me often, Channie," you reply and smile at him through the mirror. He is the sweetest and he always has his own way of showing it. His hand trails up your spine until he reaches your shoulder and rubs both of them lightly with both hands before letting them trail back down, leaving electricity in their wake.

"Stunning," he mumbles out below his breath and kneels down, pressing a kiss to your lower back, then the middle of your back, then between your should blades.

Although the two of you haven't kissed yet, this feels just as intimate as a kiss would and you feel your face heat up at the affection that he is giving you.

“You’re too sweet to me, Bang Chan,” you giggle out as his fingers graze your spine again, causing a chill to shudder throughout your entire body.

“Because I want you to be mine,” he replies simply, his hands on your waist and his thumbs rubbing your exposed back.

—2—

"I love your back so much, baby," Chan lets his hand lay flat on the small of your back, pulling you closer to his body. You smile and turn your head away from the T.V., resting your chin on his chest.

Chan was already looking down at you with a soft smile on his face. You push your body up, allowing yourself to touch his lips with your own before returning to your position with your cheek on his chest.

Chan's hand creeps under the sweater you have on and he lets his pinky inch into the waistband of your leggings so his full hand was on your bare skin.

“You always tell me this, Channie,” you breathe out and start to watch the show again. You feel him chuckle, his chest rumbling underneath your cheek.

“I know. I just never want you to forget it. You are the first person I have ever met that got me so hot and bothered by just their back,” he mumbles quietly, almost like he was embarrassed and now it is your turn to laugh.

“Are you admitting to being absolutely obsessed with my back right now?” you tease, poking at his sides with your fingers. He wiggles under your touch, pulling you even closer to himself to try to make you stop.

“I’m obsessed with everything about you,” he admits and you sit up again to press a kiss to your sweet boyfriend’s lips.

—3—

"Fuck you look so pretty like this, sweetheart. Look at yourself," Chan's hand finds your chin from behind as he continues to thrust into you. He turns your face to force you to look at yourself in the mirror in front of you.

The sight in front of you is insanely erotic and you have to fight the urge to let your eyes roll back into your head. Your mascara was ruined, running down your face and your neck. It now covered Chan’s hand that was gripping your chin tightly.

You make eye contact through the mirror and he lets out a groan at the sight of you. He breaks the eye contact and looks down where your bodies are connected. He places both hands on your hips, his thumbs resting on your lower back and you drop your head again.

“I said look at yourself,” he repeats himself and grips your chin again, forcing you to look at him in the mirror.

Chan releases your face and places one hand on the sink and the other on your back, pushing you even further into the sink.

"F-fuck, Chris. You feel so good," you moan out, half your mind already leaving from how good Chan was making you feel.

"I love fucking you from behind and seeing this pretty back tense up when you're about to cum," he groans out and speeds up his thrusts, feeling you clench around him. The pleasure overwhelms your body and you scream out.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, fuck Chris," you're chanting out as his pace never slows down, fucking you to oversensitivity before he pulls out and cums on your back, jerking himself until he is certain he is empty.

"You are so perfect. Look at this pretty back covered in my cum. Should I take a picture?" he questions and you let a laugh out, your legs feeling like jelly under you.

"Shut up," you mumble out, trying your best to compose yourself. Then you think that it couldn’t hurt and you are curious to see what Chan is so obsessed with.

“Go ahead,” you grumble out and Chan scrambles to grab his phone that was sitting on the sink before he stands behind you again, taking a picture with flash of his cum all over your back.

“Ready for round two?” he questions and you shake your head, holding up a finger.

“Give me like…two minutes,” you breathe out and hear him chuckle behind you.

Lee Know: butt (i had to)

We all know that Lee Know is always on the lookout for butts. You saw it with his friends before you ever even really knew him. He would randomly grab or smack his friend's butts.

The first time Minho touches your butt, he doesn't even realize he did it. And as much as you would be creeped out if anyone else did it, it made you realize how comfortable Minho had gotten around you. He treats you exactly how he treats his closest friends and it makes your heart flutter.

"Hey, champ. How is lunch going?" Minho questions nonchalantly, his hand making gentle contact with your butt. You jump at the action and he leans on the counter next to you, looking down at what you're doing.

"Are you comfortable around me?" your question causes him to immediately look at your face, confusion all over it.

"Of course, y/n. You're my lady," he smiles at you. You smile back, pushing him lightly with your arm. He always does this, probably knowing that you have the fattest crush on him.

"Oh, hush. Stop teasing me," you scold him and turn back to focus on cutting up lunch.

“Oh don’t pretend like you don’t want to be my lady,” he says quietly, his hand reaching out to rub your lower back, his pinky resting dangerously close to your ass. You feel your breath hitch in your throat but you roll your eyes anyways trying to keep your composure.

“I-I said stop teasing me. Especially pretending to flirt with me all the time,” you glance over at him and he has a smug smirk on his face. He makes his way to behind you and rests his hands on either side of you on the counter, caging you in.

You tense up, letting the knife freeze over the vegetable you are cutting. The heat from his body overtakes your senses and you have to fore yourself to breathe.

He leans in closer and you can feel the zipper of his jeans pressing into your ass through your leggings. He is practically pressing the most sensitive part of himself up against you. If he didn’t have on jeans and instead had on sweatpants, you are certain you would have been able to feel the outline of him.

“Who said I was pretending?” he whispers into you ear, sending chills down your neck and back.

—2—

You feel Minho's hand make contact with your ass before you even realize he is in the room. You squeak in surprise and then feel him gently knead where he had just smacked you. He climbs onto the bed, straddling your thighs and presses his chest to your back.

"You should know better than to lay on your stomach with me around. Especially with these little leggings on," he pinched your butt and you groan, rolling your eyes in annoyance.

"Hush, Lee Minho. I'm trying to read," you reprimand him and he sighs, scooting down your body. He places a kiss to your tail bone then to each of your cheeks before flipping over and laying his head on the soft flesh.

"Read out loud," He suggests, his hand trailing up and down your calf absentmindedly. You let out a sigh and he slides his other hand behind his head to rest on your ass, his elbow on the bed

"You won't know what's going on," you counter, glancing back at your boyfriend. His eyes are closed and he looks in complete bliss. He shrugs and squeezes your ass before dropping his arm and letting it rest across his stomach.

"Don't care," he murmurs and you let out a chuckle before flipping the page and starting to read aloud.

—3—

"I love this view. I could stare all day," Minho pulls away from your soaking core, half from his spit and half from how wet you are.

"Baby.. don't tease. Please?" you plead to your boyfriend. He has you bent over, your elbows on a pillow while he absolutely devoured you from behind. Every time he sensed you about to cum, he would pull back before you could.

"You want me to fuck this perfect pussy already? Would you rather me fuck your tight ass?" He asks, his thumbs spreading you open to tongue fuck your core again. You let out a groan and reach behind you, pushing his face closer to your pussy.

He feels you about to cum and this time, he allows it. He dives deeper into your pussy and you also push his face closer as your orgasm washes over you. After being edged a few times, it hits you like a ton of bricks when you finally get that release.

He groans at you forcing him to bury his face into you as you came. You let out a string of moans as you came around his tongue. He licks a long stripe from your throbbing hole, up your perineum, around the tight ring of muscle until he reaches your tailbone, planting a kiss.  He sucks gently on the flesh before moving over to each of your ass cheeks and planting a kiss. He can feel you shuddering from the after shock and he laughs.

"Taste so good, baby," He sits up and pulls you back towards his body, his hands on your hips were the only thing keeping you from collapsing as you recover from your orgasm.

"May I?" he asks sarcastically and before you can even reply, he eases into you. You let out a groan, the oversensitivity almost too much but you quickly adjust.

"Fuck yourself on me, princess. I want to see this pretty ass move," he commands, landing a slap to your ass before gripping it tightly. You oblige instantly, fucking yourself back onto your boyfriend.

Every time you meet his pelvis with your ass, the squish and jiggle of your flesh has his head all over the place. He feels like he might lose his mind from all you were doing to him. He grabs your hips, forcing you to stop before leaning over and kissing the back of your neck.

“You’re so needy aren’t you,” he whispers in your ear and you nod, eagerly, wanting to continue what you had started. He laughs again at this and sits back up on his knees.

He lands a harsh slap to your ass but instead of a squeak, you let out a nearly pornographic moan and the sound flips a switch in Minho. He takes grip of your hips again and starts fucking you beyond comprehension.

Your brain turns to mush as you have a second and a third orgasm, without Minho ever pulling out of you. Tears were streaming down your face and Minho loved every second of it. The sight alone of your ass against him has him fending off his own orgasm with all his willpower he can muster.

Chnagbin: thighs

Before you two started dating, you noticed that he had taken a liking to your thighs. He would talk to you and his hand would tap your thigh or pat it if he was trying to make a point. He honestly didn’t even notice it. It was like a magnet just brought his hand to your thigh.

He then started to enjoy laying on your lap.

“Can you play with my hair?” Changbin asks quietly and you look up from your phone at his pouting face before tapping your thighs, signaling him to lie down.

He does and he immediately makes himself comfortable, tucking his hand under your thigh as you detangle his hair and he quickly falls asleep.

He always sits with a hand on your thigh. If you're in the car or just sitting on the couch, he has a hand on your thigh. He likes to pull your legs into his lap and rest his hand on your thigh, rubbing circles absentmindedly. He isn't sure when he got so obsessed with your thighs, but neither of you are complaining.

One day you were both watching a scary movie and you had your knees pulled up to your chest, protecting yourself from the scary scenes. Changbin let his forearm rest on your knee but before long, between you jumping and him jumping, his arm fell between your legs.

He wrapped his arm around your thigh, his hand laying on the back of your thigh. Butterflies erupted from your chest and you felt your whole body tense up. Once he started rubbing your thighs, it was like a puddle in your underwear.

—2—

"I can't see," you complain from your spot next to Changbin, although he couldn't really see either. You two were in a crowd at a concert and not only were you back in the grass, you were behind an insane amount of people.

"Want to get on my shoulders? Your favorite song is coming on next," he offers and you smile at him. He is too precious.

"I'm gonna be heavy, baby," you complain and turn again to stand on your tip toes and try to get a view of the stage. He walks behind you and squats down, pushing his head between your thighs before standing up. You let out a squeak and rest your hands on his head. You were about to scold him but got easily distracted.

You were perched up high on his shoulders and could finally see everything, just in time for your favorite song to begin.

"Oh my gosh, Binnie! It's crazy up there. Hand me your phone!" You exclaim above him. He reaches into his pocket and hands you his phone. You take it and snap a few pictures and videos of the stage so he could see it as well.

When the song came to an end, you expected Changbin to put you down, but he didn't.

"Baby, I know I'm heavy. You can put me down now," you laugh and pat the top of his head. He turns his head and presses a kiss to your inner thigh and then a little nibble, making you jump.

"You're not heavy. This is the reason I go to the gym, y'know," he teases and turns his head, biting your other thigh.

"Hey!" you exclaim as his teeth clamp down on the flesh.

He was really just happy to have your thighs on either side of him like this, especially exposed since you had on shorts.

—3—

"I love having these thighs wrapped around my head. I could die right here," Changbin grumbles out against your cunt. You moan when he reconnects with your throbbing clit.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum," your groan out, wrapping a hand into his hair. He groans as you tug lightly at his roots. He wraps his arms all the way around your thighs until his hands rest on your inner thighs.

Your orgasm comes crashing through you and Changbin pulls back as you come down from your high. He turns his head, kissing your right thigh before sucking a mark there. He observes his work and the deep purple bruise that is already forming.

"Binnie, you're gonna mark me up," you complain and he chuckles at your complaint. He knows you enjoy his mouth on your thighs just as much as he does.

"You're the one that decided to wear that little skirt today. Thought I wasn't going to ruin you, princess? Or was this your plan all along," he inquires and sucks another hickey next to the one he had already sucked into you. He trails kisses back towards your core and just his breath against your still sensitive cunt has you shivering.

"Let's keep going. I'm just getting started, sweetheart," he speaks up and before you can protest, his hands are on your thighs, prying them apart.

He licks his lips before leaning down to your exposed soaking cunt and continuing to ravish you.

Hyunjin: feet (wbk)

Everyone would always joke with you when you and Hyunjin became a little more than friends.

"You know he likes feet right? I have proof," Minho speaks up to you and your eyebrows fall into a furrow at this statement.

"Who?"

"Hyunjin," he replies, pulling his phone out. He scrolls for a little while before stopping and flipping the phone to show you. It was a picture of Hyunjin with Minho's foot in his mouth. You burst out laughing and grab his phone to look at the picture more closely

"This doesn't mean anything! Plus you have a sock on so I don't think it counts," You laugh out and hand his phone back just and Hyunjin walks into the room.

"What are you two laughing at?" Hyunjin asks, plopping down next to you and resting his arm on the couch behind you.

"Your foot fetish," you tease, elbowing him in the ribs. He freezes on the spot and looks at Minho with narrowed eyes.

"W-what are you talking about," he asks and lets his arms fall to your shoulder, pulling you into himself. You laugh and Hyunjin changes the topic before you can stay on this conversation.

—2—

The first time you realize that it may not be a complete joke, is a few weeks after the two of you officially started dating.

You stumble drunkenly into the house and towards the couch, plopping yourself down. You sigh and let your legs relax, Hyunjin was by your side in a moment.

A night out to celebrate their recent win had gotten you far too drunk and much drunker than anyone else, including the boys who actually won the award.

"You okay, baby?" he asks quietly, kneeling in front of you. You nod, letting your eyes close to try to stop the room from spinning.

"Yeah. Just," you sigh and take a deep breath, "Dizzy," you gasp out and throw an arm over your face, your cool skin to your hot face helping a little.

Hyunjin carefully unstraps your right heel, tilting your foot to slide the shoe off. He presses his lips to the ball of your foot. They were red from having been on your feet all night and the sensation sends chills up your spine. It was a place you had never been kissed and the feeling was strange but also quite intimate.

He pulls your other shoe off and repeats the action on the other foot as well. He trails his lips to the arch of your foot, then your ankle, then your calf before he finally looks up at you. You were looking at him from under your arm, eyes glazed over.

"Is it weird that this is turning me on right now?" you question and laugh. Your laugh is cut short though when the overwhelming feeling of needing to let the drinks out takes over your body and you stand abruptly, running to the bathroom.

—3—

You graze your foot up Hyunjin's calf, then thigh, before pressing down on the bulge in his pants. He clears his throat and shoots you a glare over his wine glass at the table. You move your foot a bit, feeling him grow hard under your touch.

"Hyunjin, you okay?" Chan questions from beside you and he breaks eye contact from you to glance at his older friend.

"Yeah, Jinnie. You okay? You look a little...hot," you bat your eyelashes innocently at him and his jaw clenches.

"Yeah I-I'm fine. Just a bit tired," he smiles at Chan and lets his hand fall into his lap, resting on your foot against his cock. He thrusts his hips up ever so slightly, anyone looking would think he would just be adjusting in his seat and not rutting against your foot.

"Want to go to bed?" you offer and pull your foot from his grip, causing him to shudder. He nods and you stand, distracting Chan from his friend so he doesn't notice how hard he had gotten just a foot (lol) away from him.

"I'm gonna tuck the princess in. Goodnight, Channie," you smile and pat him lightly on the head as you walk passed and he tells you both goodnight. You barely make it into the room before Hyunjin has you pushed onto the bed and is hovering above you.

"You think you are so funny don't you," he comments, his tone demanding and you moan as he licks a stripe up the column of your throat. He trails kisses down your body, down your legs, down to your ankle until he is at your feet.

"Answer me," he commands, pulling his pants and boxers down in one swift motion. He takes one of your toes in his mouth, sucking lightly before he pulls away.

"I-I just wanted some attention," you confess and Hyunjin chuckles humorlessly, pressing his cock against the bottom of your foot. He starts to move leisurely, stimulating himself with your foot.

"Mhm. Is that right? You were so needy that you wanted to get me hard right in front of Chan? Did you want me to ask him to join us? So he can see how dirty you get?" he questions, speeding up his rutting against your foot.

He lets out a few cusses before he's cumming, all over your feet and ankles. He rubs his fingers through his own cum before crawling up and stuffing them into your mouth.

"Since you are so needy, suck on my fingers and if you do a good job, maybe I'll think about stuffing this tight cunt," he growls, inches from your face. He rests his hand against your cunt and you roll your hips against him, desperate for friction.

"You're this wet from a foot job? That is borderline pathetic," he degrades you and you bite your lip before his crash into yours.

Han: lips

"Let me get a kiss," You hear Jisung beside you and you turn to him, his big puppy dog eyes staring at you. He rests his head in his hands and closes his eyes, puckering his lips at you.

"Ask Felix," you roll your eyes and turn back to your phone, butterflies erupting in your stomach. You would never let him know the effect he has on you. You promised yourself that you wouldn't fall for any of the boys but somehow Han Jisung had crawled his way into your heart.

"You are heartless," He groans and rolls over on his back, staring up at the ceiling. You laugh and stand, walking over to him. He puckers his lips again as you stand above him. You kiss your hand and bring it down to his lips.

"Indirect kiss. Does that satisfy you?" you question and cross your arms. Jisung smiles and sits up, turning to face you. Your faces were much closer now so you try to sit up to get a little further from him. He notices and grabs the back of your neck, preventing you from moving away from him.

"Not really. I want to feel those pretty lips on mine," He breaks eye contact, glancing down at your lips then back up at you. You blink a few times, your body turning up a million degrees before you snap out of it and sit up.

"Ugh, Jisung," you groan, walking out of the room.

—2—

Jisung tackles you onto the bed and you laugh, his arms wrapping around you tightly. He pulls back after a moment and stares at you.

"So I look good then?" You giggle out, wrapping your arms around his neck. You had gotten ready to go out with some friends, complete with a red lip.

"Good? Baby you look amazing," He assures you and places a kiss to your lips, unexpectedly. You push him away from you quickly, worried about him ruining your freshly done makeup.

"Yah! Don't mess my makeup up, Jisung!" you exclaim and he pouts, which you mirror to tease him, letting your bottom lip jut out.

"Oh my God. Don't make that face. It's making it harder to not ruin your lipstick. Your lips are so perfect," He complains and pushes away from you slightly to get a better look at your lips, painted red.

"I already messed it up a little bit," he mumbles and brings his thumb up, swiping just under your lip line. He trails his thumb across your bottom lip, his eyebrows furrowed in focus, then he lets his thumb dip into your mouth.

You suck on his thumb against your tongue without even thinking. It was almost like a habit and the way your lips looked around Jisung's thumb, he thought he would cum right here, right now.

"Fuck. You need to leave and I need to take a cold shower now," he laughs and sits up, making his way to the bathroom.

"Call me if you need a ride later!" he calls out and you nod, gathering your things and heading towards your car to meet your friends.

—3—

"Fuck, y/n. I-I'm gonna cum. Oh my God," Jisung was staring down at you, his hands tied to the head board above him and his legs tied to the bed post below him.

You let his cock fall from your lips with a pop, right before he cums and he whines out, looking down at you as you lazily stroke him.

"Be a good boy and keep your eyes on me," You command and he peels his eyes open, glassy from the denied orgasm and nods at you. You place a kiss to the head of his cock and feel him jump, muttering a quiet cuss under his breath.

You take his entire length into your mouth again and all Jisung can stare at is the way your lips look wrapped around his cock. He cums, second later without warning and you swallow quickly, almost choking on the unexpected release.

He is breathing heavily and you crawl up his body, before he can get soft, however, you hover yourself over his sensitive cock and sink down onto him, your walls welcoming him.

His back arches off the bed and he throws his head back, letting out a whine at the sensitivity. You sit for a second until he comes back to earth and looks you in the eyes again. His eyes are filled with tears and it gives you the energy you need to starting bouncing on his cock.

He lets out a hiss every time you make contact with his pelvis until he starts moaning normally, the oversensitivity morphing into pleasure as he feels his high quickly approaching.

"Kiss me. Please, please? I've been so good. Please kiss me. I want to feel those pretty lips on me, baby. Please?" He begs and you can't deny him when he looks so pretty, tears in his eyes and begs leaving his mouth. You lean down and press a kiss to most sensitive spot on his neck as you worm your way up to your own orgasm.

"Please baby. I've been such a good boy for you," He pleads again and you smile against his neck before leaning forward, resting your forehead against his. 

"Anything for my good boy," you groan out and connect your lips just as your own orgasm reaches you, forcing Jisung into his at the feeling of you tightening around him.

Felix: hands

Felix's hand found yours in the crowd, guiding you to prevent you from getting lost. As the two of you come out, he makes no effort to let go of your hand. You instead feel him rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

"Your hands are soft," you comment and he chuckles, pulling away from you but you stop him, instead turning your hand so you could interlock fingers with him.

"Thank you," You see a light blush take over his cheeks and smile at the effect you have on him. You keep walking making small talk until you reach the coffee shop that he had told you so much about.

You don't even realize how cold it is outside until Felix releases your hand to open the door for you and you smile, stepping into the shop and heading towards the counter. You both order your drinks and wait for your name to be called out to get your order.

"Do you want to sit inside or outside?" You ask and walk towards the counter when they call your name out to get your coffee and Felix's hot chocolate.

"Let's sit outside. I love the autumn chill," He suggest, taking his cup from you. You fingers graze against each other and this time it is your turn to blush.

You settle at at table outside and sit across from each other. One of his hands rests on the table, adorned in rings and without thinking you reach across the table while Felix is talking and take his hand into yours.

You start twisting the rings around and his eyes leave your face to glance down at his hand in both of yours.

"You have pretty hands," he comments and grabs one of your hands into his before flipping his hand and comparing hand sizes with you.

—2—

You sit on the couch, your back pressed to Felix’s chest while you both scrolled through social media, occasionally showing each other a funny clip or picture.

Felix's hand was playing with yours absentmindedly while he scrolled through social media in his other hand. You eventually got bored of doing the same and lock your phone, dropping it to the couch and picking up his ring clad hand into both of yours.

You start twisting his rings before pulling them off and placing them on your own fingers, making sure they were in the exact same spots that he puts them in.

"Look! I'm you!" you exclaim holding your hand up between Felix's face and his phone. He leans forward and wraps his hand around your wrist, placing a kiss on each of your fingers. He switched his phone to his other hand and hold out the now empty hand to you.

"What about the other hand? My rings look much better on your pretty hands," he comments and you giggle, pulling the rings off and placing them on each finger. Both of your hands looked exactly like Felix's and you smile to yourself.

You hold your hands up in front of you and Felix and he laughs, taking a picture of your hands with his rings.

"You're precious," he grabs your hand again and places a kiss to the palm of your hand.

—3—

Felix's fingers interlock with yours as he continues thrusting into you. His eyes glued to yours.

"You are so beautiful," you speak quietly from under your boyfriend and he leans closer, letting his forehead rest against yours. You move your freehand from around his body to his cheek and rub his cheek bone lightly.

He pulls away from you and turns his head to press a kiss to the palm of your hand. You run your thumb across his bottom lip, pulling it down slightly before an idea crosses your mind.

You start to gently press your thumb into his mouth and he eagerly wraps his lips around it before you pull it back out of his mouth.

"Dirty boy," You tease and his thrusts start to speed up.

"It's not my fault that your hands are so pretty," he tried to reason. His voice coming out shaky from the speed he was fucking you. Every time his drove himself back into you, you grip his hand that was still in yours tightly.

This time, you tease his lips with your ring and middle finger and his tongue pokes out, licking your fingers before he takes them into his mouth again. Then suddenly he stills, emptying himself inside of you.

The mix of your fingers in his mouth, your hand in his, and the hug of your cunt around him sent him over the edge, without much warning even to himself.

"You really are a dirty boy," you tease again and he lets his forehead fall into your neck.

"Hush. Give me like 5 minutes and we're doing that again," he breathes into your neck and you chuckle.

"I need to be on top this time. I have some ideas," you speak out and he nods, catching his breath.

Seungmin: eyes

Seungmin walks into the room and makes eye contact at you for a full second before he quickly averts his gaze. This was progress. He usually avoids your eyes all together. Still, you feel your face fall into a frown.

This guy that you have been stupidly crushing on for forever couldn't even maintain eye contact with you. You don't know what you did to make him dislike you so much but you have finally had enough.

"Kim Seungmin! Why won't you look at me? Did I do something wrong? Do you hate me?" you suddenly blurt out, standing from the table and marching over to him sitting at the bar.

His back is to you but you still see him let out and exasperated sigh. He runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head at you, still not turning to face you.

"I didn't do anything wrong or you don't hate me?" you question and cross your arms across your chest. He is silent for a few moments and you grab his shoulders, forcing him to turn around in the bar stool. You lean down so he is looking you directly in the eyes.

He quickly closes his eyes after only a few moments of eye contact and you stand, throwing your arms in the air in frustration.

"Obviously I did something if you can't even look me in the eyes!" You exclaim. You were starting to drift away from frustration and drift towards anger.

"It isn't that, y/n. It's just..." he groans, running his hands through his hair again, "It's just you make me insanely nervous. Every time we make eye contact it is almost unbearable because of how pretty your eyes are. It effects me physically," he finally confesses, his neck turning red and you stand, staring at him blankly.

"My eyes turn you on, Seungmin?" you question with a laugh and he looks down at his feet, shaking his head, then nodding, then shaking his head again.

"Which is it?"

"I don't know! When you put it like that I sound like such a perv!" He exclaims and stands, scooting past you and back to his room.

—2—

"Just look at the camera, y/n," Seungmin commands, looking at you through the polaroid camera. He is standing above you while you sit on the floor. You look up at him and stare into the camera. Be snaps the camera just as you look up at him.

"Hey! I wasn't ready!" you object and he laughs. He pulls the photo out of the camera and sits it down on the table while it develops before turning the camera and holding it up high to get a picture that could capture the both of you.

He snaps the picture and then sits down on the floor beside you. He pulls the photo out of the camera and leans towards the table to grab the already developed photo from the table.

You were looking into the camera in the same way that you look at Seungmin and it sends butterflies throughout his entire body.

"That's ugly," you complain, reaching for the other picture on the table.

"Are you joking? Look at your eyes, dude," Seungmin says and turns the photo towards you. You glance between the photo of your own eyes and Seungmin's a few times before raising an eyebrow at him.

"So I'm 'dude' now?" you question and he rolls his eyes at you. Of course that was your takeaway from his sentence.

"Shut up, baby. Look at your eyes. I swear you have the prettiest eyes I have ever seen," he comments looking at the picture again before leaning towards you and placing a kiss to either of your eyelids.

"You're a sap. I like this one," you reply and hold up the other polaroid. The flash barely shows you in the background and it is mostly just Seungmin cheesing at the camera. You giggle before placing the picture in your phone case, which Seungmin mirrors with the picture of you as well.

—3—

"Mhm. You're doing so good, baby. Shit. Look at me, princess," the nickname has you snapping your eyes open to make eye contact with Seungmin. He looks amazing.

And he could say the same about you. The way you look with your eyes watering and his cock stuffed down your throat makes him feel like he could cum at any moment.

"Move your hands," he commands you and you oblige, resting them on his thighs. He wraps a hand into your hair and starts thrusting gently into your mouth. He never goes far enough to reach your gag reflex but he is just a centimeter away every time.

He speeds up his movements and looses control a little, going further down your throat and causing you to gag. Tears fill your eyes and you close them to try to prevent them from falling past your lash line.

"Look at me." He demands again and his tone alone has you soaking the floor under you. You open your eyes again and the tears fall out, pushing down your cheeks.

"L-look so pretty with my cock in your m-mouth, baby. I'm the only one who can make those pretty eyes water like this. Keep looking at me," he demands again and it takes everything in you to maintain eye contact with Seungmin until suddenly he throws his head back and is cumming down your throat.

He pulls out of your mouth and leans down, wiping the tears from your face and presses a kiss to each of your eyelids, like he has now done a million times.

"You okay, sweetheart?" He asks softly and you nod, clearing your throat.

"More than okay," you assure him, voice raspy. You lean in and close the gap between the two of you, letting your tongue push into his mouth. He hesitates for a second but then immediately starts kissing you back once he realizes that you literally just jumped his bones.

I.N: neck

You thought Jeongin was glancing at your cleavage when you wore the corset top to go out with your friends. You had on a corset top and some leather pants. It wasn't a crazy outfit but it was cute and one of your go to's when you go out.

"Can I give you some fashion advice?" Jeongin suddenly speaks up and you swallow thickly, embarrassment creeping up your throat.

"You should put on a necklace. You have a really…” he pauses, trying to think of the right word “-pretty neck and I think it would look good. Does that make me sound like a creep?" He chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his neck and you let out a sigh.

"Innie, I thought you were going to tell me my outfit was horrible. I was going to cry," you place a hand over your chest dramatically and he lets out a laugh.

"My opinion really matters that much to you," he teases and nudges you with his foot under the table. You nod and look up at him.

"I don't have a necklace though. I didn't bring anything with me," you explain and open your phone camera. He really is right. You could use a necklace. You knew something was missing in the outfit but couldn't quite put your finger on it. You should’ve know that Yang Jeongin, the fashionista, would help you.

"I probably have one for you," he stands and heads towards his room, beckoning you to follow him. You walk behind him and sit on his bed while he digs through his jewelry box.

"Try this one? It's a gift I got recently," he hands you the necklace. It's a silver necklace with a heart on it. He walks behind you and kneels on the bed. He pushes your hair over your shoulder gently then he puts the necklace over your head and clasps it in the back. He moves your hair back behind your shoulder and walks to the front.

"Mmm almost," He walks back over to his jewelry box and you use the opportunity to look down at the necklace. Upon further inspection you notice that it is actually a locket with some writing on it. You keep looking before can finally make out the words ‘Alexander McQueen’ on it and let out a gasp.

"Innie I-"

"Found it!" he exclaims, interrupting you and walking over to you with another necklace and doing the same thing again. This one he clasps on a tighter loop so it sits right in your Plender gap. It is too tight for you to be able to see.

"I hope you don't mind sporting me tonight with your friends," he laughs and you stand, walking over to the mirror to look at the necklace properly. It was another silver necklace with a small "J" pendant hanging on it. You smile and lightly touch the pendant.

"I love it," you grin at him through the mirror.

—2—

"Should I wear my hair up or down?" You ask aloud, not really to anyone in particular but more so to yourself.

"What did you say baby?" Jeongin asks from behind you, pulling one of his headphones off to hear you.

"I was just debating if I should wear my hair up or down today. This shirt is strapless so I feel like if I wear my hair up, it will be too much neck out," you reply holding your hair up in a ponytail with your hand.

"No such thing. Wear it up," he comments and pushes his headphones all the way off.

"You always say up," you comment and grab a claw clip anyways, twisting your hair and clipping it to your head. You pull a few face framing pieces out and look at yourself in the mirror. You take the clip out again, not completely sold on having your hair up.

"You have such pretty neck. I love when you have it out," he replies and stands up from the bed.

"I have a gift for you. I think this will be the perfect occasion," he says and walks towards the bathroom.

"Innie..." you start but he holds up a hand, stopping you from complaining about his constant gift giving.

He returns a few moments later with a box in his hands and stands behind you in the mirror.

"Close your eyes," you roll your eyes at his antics but oblige. You feel him sweep your hair over your shoulder, same as he has done a million times before, and then you feel the cool metal on your neck. You feel him press a gentle kiss to the nape of your neck the another to the side of your neck.

"Open," he whispers into your ear before placing another kiss in the junction of your shoulder and neck. You open your eyes and smile at yourself in the mirror.

It is a beautiful layered necklace and the color compliments the color of your top perfectly. He was right about this being a great finishing touch to the outfit. You bring your hand up to gently touch the metal and smile.

"You spoil me too much," you comment and he smiles, placing another kiss to the side of your neck.

—3—

"Please, I'll have to wake up so early tomorrow if you keep this up," you complain but Jeongin doesn't stop, he instead sucks harsher on the your neck, sure to leave the darkest mark of the night.

"I could just fuck you all night so you don't have to worry about waking up. You'll already be up," he shrugs at you and you try to wriggle your hands out of his grip. He has one hand clasping your wrists behind your back, the other on the back of your neck while you are straddling his lap.

"Keep wiggling like that and I really might," he groans under you and bucks up under you, his hard on pressing into your heat. You let out a moan at the contact and he finally releases your wrists.

"Don't make a promise you can't keep," you tease and lean forward to meet his lips, however, a hand on your throat stops you from making contact with his lips.

"Do you really think you are in a place to have such a smart mouth right now?" He leans forwards and you shrink a little bit at his intimidating gaze on yours. His grip on your neck tightens and he pulls you towards him, connecting your lips. He pulls away a few seconds later. He uses his grip on your neck to stand you up and he stands as well, pulling his pants down to his knees before sitting back down.

"Sit on my cock, baby," he commands you, his tone sweet and demanding at the same time. Who are you to not follow his directions? You straddle him again, your heat only centimeters from his cockhead and his impatience takes over. Both of his hands land on your hips and push you down, making you take all of him at once. The stretch burning but making you feel so good at the same time.

His hand finds its way to your neck again and he squeezes, causing your eyes to fall closed.

"Are you going to move or do I have to do all the work?" he asks and thrusts his hips into you lightly, causing you to groan. Your legs quiver at the movement. He gets easily impatient with you not moving and flips you both over on the couch so now you are under him.

"Useless. You can't even fuck yourself on a cock," he grunts at you and starts thrusting into you at a brutal pace. You find his hand above your head and guide it to your neck, making him smirk.

"Such a naughty girl," he grumbles at you but still wraps his hands around your throat, squeezing to stop your air flow as your eyes roll back into your head. He fucks you until your orgasm comes racking over you but then pulls out right after.

"Flip over. I'm not done with you," he demands and you stand to flip over but he grabs you, practically throwing you over the back of the couch then plummeting back into you again.

"F-fuck," you groan out as he sets another incredible pace. His hand wraps around your neck, pulling you back so your back is flush with his chest.

"I feel you clench around me every time I wrap my hands around this pretty neck. I think you might like this more than me," he groans into your ear then drops you, causing you to fall forward. His hand finds its way to the back of your neck as he keeps fucking you, holding you in place.

You know there would be countless hickeys and finger marks on your neck to cover the next day but you really couldn't care less.

[lix-ables]

HELLO 🫶🏻

i am here bc i had a dream ab felix and i can’t stop thinking ab it. elaborate on this if u so wish to!

so u and lix are juuust starting to fall for each other. you both feel the attraction and yk it’s there. you’ve given hugs and cheek kisses but that’s about it. so imagine ur like waking home or something and he’s all like “i gotta grab something from my car” and so u walk there and you both kinda just sit in there, maybe it’s raining? soft music is playing n he’s just looking at u and ur like wtf ??? and lix is just like “ur just so pretty” and then boom first kisses happen n maybe it turns a little heated??? IDK this maybe stupid i cant tell 😵‍💫

n e ways luv ya!! - 🎱

hiii my love, how're you??? and no cause omg i see it eep jahduof

like felix would SO be the type to just watch you for hours, admiring you, and just noticing, familiarizing himself with the way you looked, the way you smelled, everything. since it's raining, and you're both cold, you get into his car and you're just sitting there, silence filling the air, all until felix turns to look at you, making you face him, and he just whispers "you're so pretty," before leaning in closer to your face, to kiss you, his fingers finding your face, cupping your chin, his thumb caressing your skin.

a small sigh leaves you and he smiles against the kiss. "we need to get home," he mumbles, pulling away from you, just for you to pull him back into another kiss, this time your hand is resting on his shoulder blade, pulling him close, and a low grumble leaves his throat. "fuck."

when you finally pull away, you clear your throat, a shade of red on your cheekbones, hopefully not visible to the boy who was sitting next to you. "what now?" he whispers, a harsh but low rasp in his voice making you clench your fists, and put your thighs together. "we go home? and get warm?" "i think i have a way for us to get warm," he grins, making you hit his arm playfully, a smile and a blush forming on both your faces.

@comet-falls where are you omg

a-knee-ways, maybe im back, maybe not.

[daegall]

OMG STOP SOFT HOURS FOR JENO PLSSS😩😩 like the way he would have such a soft spot for you whether ur dating or not like JEJFBFBF

idk i can just imagine that he would treat you differently to everyone else yknow??

j r u a mind reader bc istg i was just thinkinc about soft jeno STFU

i also may have urm. gone overboard for this haha

gets so fucking shy around you its ridiculous. has the urge to melt and explode at the same time when you grin at him, has an even bigger urge to just. bury you in him embrace and URGH he wants you to be his so bad.

NAUR THINKING ABOUT HOW HE HATES WHEN HAECHAN SMOTHERS HIM IN LVOE BUT WHEN YOU JUST SLIGHTLY LEAN INTO HIM HE MENTALLY BEGS FOR YOU TO GET CLOSER

when he's bold he'll even wrap his arm around your shoulders 🤭 or even rest his head on yours 🤭🤭

don't get me started on when he gets jealous. GETS SO SAD AND UPSET NOOOOO esp when its with his friends he'll get so insecure ☹️☹️ he could never be as funny as donghyuck, or smart as renjun, hell, jaemin's so calm in comparison to how he gets so shy and blushy in front of you! maybe he shouldnt even try to have you

BUT YOU WANT HIM TOOOOO everytime donghyuck makes a joke, you can't help but prefer jeno's lame jokes because they're absolutely adorable to you, and you can't keep up with renjun and his big brain for your life, and jaemin's calm attitude is nothing like jeno's sweet eyesmile and fidgety attitude always trying to interact with you NAUFJSHFN

and when you're finally his, mans got a whole new side to him you've never seen!!!!! much more comfortable to do things like hold your hand, nap on your shoulder, hug you, kissing your cheeks and!!!!!! making his godawful jokes because you like them and he loves your smile!!!!

some cute things i think he would do/say:

— pack your bag for you after class ; 'jeno, i could have done that myself,' 'i know. now lets get you to your next class, i'll carry your bag for you!'

— wait for you when he walks too fast ; his eyebrows crease in concern, his hand reaching out for you, in which you take instantly in your hold. Jeno's touch is soft, as he rubs his thumb along your skin, 'Sorry, was I walking too fast?'

— makes sure you eat all your food ; Jeno glances at your plate, satisfied to see you've finished eating everything. He grins at you, before wiping the leftover crumbs at the corner of your lips. 'good job! make sure to drink some water, okay?'

— cheers you up when you're under the weather ; Your loving boyfriend frowns when you wipe at the corner of your eyes, where tears start to form. He leans over to take your hand in his, lifting your chin up with the other, and kisses you slowly. 'I'm so proud of you, please remember that.'

in conclusion, soft jeno is best jeno.

soft hours open!

[luveline]

jade u angel <3 here is a cookie🍪 in exchange for shy!reader hurting themselves on something (idk like a headbump or chin graze or something) whilst not with remus but being too scared to tell remus what happened??? i once smacked my forehead on a cabinet (LOL) and i was outraged i never got a tender kiss it better forehead smooch tbh

hello! ty for ur request, i hope this is ok <3

Remus doesn’t notice what you’ve done until he’s persuaded you into his side on the sofa. You’re talking quietly about the book you’ve read over the weekend and how it had disappointed you sorely.

Remus, who hasn’t read the book but feels like he might as well have from your commentary, clears his throat to say, “Why would she end it like that? There’s a baker's dozen of loose ends.”

“Money. I bet they’ll announce a sequel and then we’ll all have to fork out a small fortune for a story she should’ve given us in the first,” you grumble.

He laughs, really laughs, startled by your passionate vitriol. “I bet they will,” he agrees, kissing your forehead, so full of affection for you he could burst. He’s half-opened his mouth to try and say something funny when he realises you've gone rigid under his touch.

He pulls away to look at you. You don’t look at him, your eyes almost shut in a wince.

“What’s the matter?” he asks.

“Nothing, why?”

He pulls his arm from around your shoulders to angle your face gently toward the light, thumb pushed into the soft of your cheek. There, across your temple, is a faint bruise. Red and darker towards the edges. Remus can’t believe he missed it.

“How have you done that?” he asks, sympathetic.

“What?”

His chin dips toward his chest and he pouts unhappily. “What do you mean, sweetheart? You’ve got a bruise across your head.” He strokes along the edge with the tip of his ring finger. “I know that hurts.”

“Not really.”

He holds your face carefully in both hands and sits up properly to look at it. It’s a newer bruise. He imagines by tomorrow it’ll look worse, yellow and purple and hurting.

“What happened?” He says it in a way that leaves little room for any flippancy. You're a quiet girl. While he wouldn’t have you any other way, gentleness doesn’t always seem to work on you.

“Hit it on the kitchen table,” you confess sheepishly.

He turns your face to his and rubs at your cheeks lovingly. “Hoovering?”

“Yeah.”

“Right, well, you’re never hoovering again.” He laughs at your disenfranchised expression. “Like you’ll miss it!”

“I will miss it. I like hoovering.”

“Okay.” He presses a tender kiss to the skin just shy of your mean bruise. “Freak,” he murmurs.

You giggle and melt into his affection, your hands coming to rest flat against his chest.

He’s never one to deprive you of a kiss but when you lean in he evades to ask, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wanted to, but I felt weird. Don’t wanna make a big deal out of nothing.”

“That’s unfair. What if I do? I love making mountains of molehills, you know that.”

“I’m sorry,” you say. He’s delighted to hear a hint of sarcasm in your words.

“You should be.” You move in for a kiss and he lets you have it, though he does pause between breaths to say, “You have to tell me when you get hurt. Boyfriend rules.”

You nod and he kisses you silly to say thank you.

[ptergwen]

idk if ur requests are open rn (if not please ignore this!!). so we all know the vlog peter made in civil war, well imagine him watching that over and maybe other vlogs he made with ned, the reader and mj while he thinks back to when everyone knew who he was and remembered him? idk thought this sounded sad

the value of a moment

w/c: 2,021

warnings: nwh spoilers, angst here and there

a/n: even though this tore me to pieces i loved writing it so much :,( thank you for such a wonderful idea i appreciate you sending it in <3 i hope y’all enjoy

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peter collapses on his bed and breathes out a long sigh, exhausted from unpacking. he just got settled in at his new apartment. there’s a draft that lets in the chilled winter air, and the flickering lights struggle to illuminate the tiny space. it was all he could find on such short notice.

the city that never sleeps seems so quiet these days. but, it’s louder than ever in peter’s head. there’s a nagging voice that’s constantly reminding him of how royally he screwed up.

peter had made the heroic decision to sacrifice himself quite literally to save the world. in turn, he lost everything; his aunt may, his best friends. he even lost you, the absolute love of his life.

although, it isn’t you who’s gone. it’s him.

a multiversal threat was upon earth. because peter had caused it, the only way to stop it was by erasing earth’s memories of him and therefore his identity. now, he has to start fresh.

he wonders how you’ve been since it happened. what you’ve been up to, if you’re taking care of yourself. peter is hanging on by a thread. he hopes you’re doing better than he is.

as he shuffles into the kitchen for a snack, an unopened moving box catches his eye. it’s still taped up, with fragile written across it in black sharpie. he must have forgotten about this one.

peter carefully rips the cardboard where it’s taped, a smile stretching across his lips when he sees what’s inside.

there are postcards he sent may from your school’s trip to europe, drawings mj did of him, ned’s lucky hat. what especially piques peter’s interest is an old camcorder he used to make vlogs on. he’d documented some of his most special memories with that thing.

he did it for moments like this, when he’s feeling lonely and needs reminding of the times he wasn’t.

peter grabs the recorder and brings it back to his bed. he takes a seat, beginning to search through its contents.

he plays a video of you and him.

“no, no, no! that’s not how you do it!” you giggle, skipping over to stand behind peter. he’s in front of your mirror and fiddling with the collar of his suit jacket. “hands off, pete. i got it,” you assure him.

peter does as you say, his features displaying a light blush and a grin. he aims the camera at the mirror so it shows you straightening his collar.

you chew on your lip in concentration, your arms winding around peter’s neck to reach the front. he zooms in on your hands working their magic, and zooms back out once you’re finished. you rest your chin on his shoulder and press your cheek to his.

“all done,” you beam proudly. “thanks, baby. what would i do without you?” peter smiles twice as big. you hug his waist, peter flipping the camera so both your faces are in frame. “god only knows,” you mumble to the camera.

peter gasps in mock offense. you peck his cheek, then head off to touch up your makeup.

“so, here we are at y/n’s. getting ready for homecoming,” peter explains to his camcorder. “it’s gonna be awesome! it’s actually my first one… unless you count last year.”

“we don’t talk about last year,” you sternly state. peter puts the camera on you while you apply lip gloss. “good call,” he affirms.

you cap your gloss and pucker your lips at him. he slowly lowers the camera down your body, revealing your entire look.

“my date, everybody. how pretty is she?” peter closes an eye, zooming in on you. “drop dead gorgeous,” he adds. you try to cover your face, so peter seizes your hand and squeezes it in his. “say hi, y/n/n!” he chuckles out. “to who?” you question. “i dunno, future us?” peter’s tone is soft, his fingers toying with yours. “our future children? grandchildren? great-grandchildren-“

“i’m gonna stop you right there, pete,” you interject with a breathy laugh. “or else this’ll never end, and we’re already running late.” peter’s eyes widen. “we are? crap!” he squeaks.

he flips the camera around again, to which you lightheartedly roll your eyes at. you gather both your things while peter wraps up.

“ok, um, we gotta go meet ned and mj. babe, do you have the tickets?” peter calls the last part to you. you wave your homecoming tickets in the air, peter grinning. “phew. we’ll talk to you later. bye, everyone!” he looks at you expectantly. “so long, suckers,” you salute the camera.

you thread your fingers through peter’s to lead him out of your room. he sets the camcorder down and ends the video, your intertwined hands in view as it cuts off.

with a sad smile, peter begins to rewind the video. he pauses it when he gets to you kissing his cheek.

he remembers that night vividly. how tightly you held onto him as you swayed to the music, the way your breath brushed his skin every time you whispered in his ear, your eyes sparkling whenever they would lock with his.

you two were so happy, so in love. nothing could touch you then. if you only knew what was to come.

peter continues to skim through his videos, before he dwells on that thought for too long. he chooses one with a thumbnail that makes him quirk a brow.

you’re versing ned in a game of dance dance revolution at your local arcade. mj cheers you on while peter records, capturing the rather epic battle.

“look at them go,” peter narrates. the camcorder is focused in on yours and ned’s feet as you hit the moves. “right, y/n! that’s a right!” mj shouts to you and points at the arrow on the screen. “come on, pick up the pace! leeds is catching up,” she coaches you. “i’m going as fast as i can, em,” you tell mj, out of breath.

“less talking, more dancing!” ned chastises, spinning around on the platform.

the two of you follow the routine on the screen with intensity. peter films you both from your side, where mj also watches. he briefly moves the camera onto mj so he can do a mock interview with her.

“the people wanna know, who are you rooting for?” he questions. “are you team y/n or team ned?” he zooms in. mj glances side to side before staring into the camera blankly. “um, team y/n. girl power… or something like that,” she replies in her usual monotone.

you and ned can be heard giggling in the background.

“what about you?” mj asks peter. he scoffs behind the camera. “team ned for sure,” he reveals. “really? not the mrs?” she offers a smirk, you jumping around behind her. “no way. you know what they say, bros before hoes,” peter confidently answers.

he realizes his mistake as soon as the words leave his mouth. mj squints at him.

“not that y/n is a…” peter turns the camera on himself, grimacing. “i’m just gonna edit that part out. back to the game!”

him and mj tune back in right when the game is over. you groan in defeat, patting ned on the back in congratulations.

“the scores are in, folks!” peter announces. “and it looks like…” you jog up to peter and sling an arm around him. “ned won,” you pant, skin glistening with sweat. peter keeps the camcorder on you two. “aw, did he? sorry, babe. you’ll get ‘em next time,” he winks into the camera. “good job up there, though!”

mj gives ned a celebratory fist bump. you shake your head at her, muttering, “traitor.”

“we’re about to go for round two. wish me luck!” you pat peter’s hip, ready to run off. peter catches your wrist gently between his fingers. “not so fast! you should hydrate first,” he chuckles.

he hands you his water bottle from your table. you wordlessly rip off the cap and chug down what’s remaining. peter whistles at this, impressed.

“ah. the cool, refreshing taste of water,” you wipe your lips, placing the empty bottle back on the table. “what a champ,” peter remarks. he follows you over to the game, guiding you by your back. “edward leeds, i’m ready for you!” you declare as you hop onto the platform. “not the full government name,” ned puts a hand over his heart.

“you’re still at this?” mj suddenly appears in front of peter, tapping his camera lens. he jumps and nearly drops the camcorder. “oh my god, when did you-“

the video ends just like that, present day peter snickering at his past self.

god, he misses you three so damn much. he misses ned’s silly antics, his banter with mj, everything about you. you made the perfect group.

peter has considered reintroducing himself to the three of you, but that would undermine him doing what he did in the first place. you deserve your chances to live a life free of the chaos that peter parker causes. so does he.

at least he has these tapes to reminisce on.

tears fill peter’s eyes when he skips to one video in particular. he plays it, and the tears immediately fall.

“is this thing on?” may speaks to the camcorder. although she’s barely visible in the darkness, the camera picks up her bright smile. “aha! here we go,” she murmurs, focusing the device.

“hey there. peter must’ve left you in my car by accident when i drove him to the airport,” may explains. “he wanted to bring you to europe. i think it’s for the best that he didn’t, though,” she lowers her voice to a whisper. “his stuff got blown up… long story.”

she twists around to peek into the backseat. her smile widens.

“anyway, i just picked him and y/n up. we got back to the apartment a little while ago, but…”

may films the two of you, fast asleep on each other in the backseat of her minivan. you’d arrived home from your infamous europe trip earlier.

your heads are bent together, each of you laying on the other. you’re sharing peter’s sweatshirt as a blanket. you have an arm draped over his stomach, and he has both arms secured around your shoulders.

“they’re out cold,” may laughs softly. “i can’t bring myself to wake them. just look how precious,” she coos, steadying the camcorder on yours and peter’s sleeping forms. “besides, they could use the rest. europe was eventful,” she understates. “well, that’s one way to describe it.”

she’s right. you two are drained, peter especially after his battle with beck.

there are deep bags under his eyes and cuts littering his entire body. you’d helped him bandage them to the best of your abilities. you dawn a few scratches of your own, which peter kissed each of.

“my boy,” may says to herself, reaching out and ruffling peter’s hair. he leans into her touch even in his unconscious state. “that mysterio did a number on you, huh?” she observes.

she fixes peter’s sweatshirt so it’s covering the two of you better, then turns back around in her seat.

“i figured i’d show this to them once they come to. they’re gonna be humiliated,” may grins wickedly. “ugh, i can’t wait. thanks for dropping by!”

may blows a kiss to the camera before shutting it off.

peter turns off the camera after the video ends, his teardrops covering the screen.

may never did have the chance to show you two. this was the first time he saw that.

he can’t believe how good he’d had it. if he thought life was tough then, it’s impossible now. what got him through it was all of you, only everyone he’s ever loved and who’s loved him is no more. you only exist in the camcorder gripped in his shaking hands.

peter holds the recorder to his chest. this is the last of what he has left not only of his people, but of himself, too.

sometimes, you’ll never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.

[saltydumplings]

Hi idk if you're doing requests rn but if you are, can I request a hero who's drugged and captured by a villain who then interrogates them for information? I love ur writing btw <3

Request #10

This, um, turned out a lil darker than I thought it would...

Cw: drugging, torture, knife violence.

It was still affecting them.

The hero didn't know exactly what it was, but their minded felt clouded - limbs heavy and useless, arms only held up by the ropes that secured them to the chair. Their vision was...unreliable. Sometimes they could focus and other times they couldn't. They'd tried scanning the room around them but everything beyond the spot of light they were at the centre of was just a mass of swirling greys and blacks, impossible to decipher anything from.

When the villain entered they'd kept their head down, eyes focused on the ground. They wanted to stay that way - didn't want to so much as look at the other - but a hand caught their chin roughly and pushed their head up, the villain smiling down at them in a way that made the hero's stomach churn. Or maybe that was just another effect of the drug too. At this point, they wouldn't exactly be surprised.

"Can you talk?" the villain asked.

The hero didn't respond, instead wrenching their head to the side in an attempt to escape the other's grasp but the villain held on tight.

"If you can move your head then you can move your lips."

A few seconds passed, the hero squinting up as the villain's features seemed to distort somewhat, phasing in and out of clarity - the weird effect only making the other's grin grow wider. Sharp nails dug into their jaw.

"We haven't even started yet and you're giving me the silent treatment already... It's rather rude of you, don't you think?" the villain said. "You good guys are usually all about manners: what, am I not deserving of even that?"

Silence.

Suddenly the hero caught sight of something metallic in the villain's free hand, glinting sharply off the light - a knife. The blade was curved or... or not. It looked weirdly warped, so perhaps the hero was merely imagining its strange, scythe-like shape. They tried to follow it with their eyes but something told them that they weren't quite as locked onto it as they thought they were.

The villain tutted. "You have a very pretty face, you know." Their grip on the hero's chin tightened and the other squirmed, still trying desperately to escape the unwanted touch. "So pretty, in fact, I don't think I can bring myself to mess it up. The rest of you however..."

The blade stabbed into the hero's shoulder without warning. They inhaled sharply, determined not to make a sound as the villain twisted the knife - clenching their teeth and keeping their eyes shut until the pain receded somewhat, the wound throbbing angrily even when the blade was removed.

"Now, how many times do I have to do that until you tell me where Superhero is hiding?" the villain pondered. "Two? Three? Ten?"

The villain started cutting shallowly into the hero's side, moving the knife back and forth slowly - the hero starting to shake with the effort it took to keep quiet. Eventually, a small whimper slipped past their lips and the villain relented, bringing the blade back into the hero's line of sight. The hero, however, still had their eyes shut.

But that wasn't too hard to fix...

The villain shook the other's head a little, trying to regain their attention. "Come on now, don't be shy - that's it: eyes on me."

Slowly the hero did as they wished, opening their eyes and staring at the villain blearily.

"Good, that's good," the villain praised. "Now, I'll ask you again: where is Superhero?"

The hero's eyes narrowed, but still they said nothing.

The villain slashed a cut into their thigh.

No response.

They made another cut upon the hero's upper arm and the other's eyes started to water - tears brimming at the corners and threatening to spill over their cheeks and still they refused to speak. The villain sliced across their shin, drew a long line across their chest, stabbed carefully into the soft flesh of their stomach before going in again - planning on aggravating the wound on the hero's shoulder - only to stop short.

They dropped the knife off to the side, both hands now cradling the hero's face softly, catching the other completely off guard.

"Oh, you poor thing," the villain said. "You don't know, do you?"

Finally, the hero broke.

[dscreates]

NCT 127: YUTA AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

note: hi! i'm finally done with my exams <3 i decided to make this hehe this is just my opinion so don't attack me pls ;-;

genre: fluff, smut, slight angst

- okay so nakamoto yuta......we all have to admit that he can be intimidating sometimes

- i feel like the first time you're gonna meet him, he's all quiet and cold

- sure he would give you a nod and a small smile to be respectful but i have a feeling that it will take some time to get close to him

- like trying to start a conversation with him is CHALLENGING because he just listens to whatever you say and answer whenever you ask him something

- but don't expect him to open up that fast !!!

- it will take so much time for him to break down his walls

- but god like the day y'all get together, you would never imagine him being so cute and sweet :(

- he LOVES with all his heart

- he's really clingy to the point that he wants to hug you and kiss you every chance he gets

- he wants you close with him and if not, he'll find a way

- two peas in a pod 😭

- he takes relationships very seriously !!

- he's not into flings or stuff like that

- he wants to date someone who is as loyal and committed as he is

- he LOVES to tease you until you're all upset and giving him the silent treatment 😹

- will do anything to see you crack a smile

- and if you do, he laughs and teases you even more skskdusiow

- "y/n~ come on now stop ignoring meeeee"

- his favorite type of hugs? the one where he hugs you from behind 😭

- IM SO SINGLE IT HURTS

- like i can imagine him hugging you from behind whilst resting his chin on your shoulder and giving you cheek kisses

- "good morning baby" while you're there making breakfast 🍳🥞

- he has a habit of squishing your face and attacking you with kisses

- he finds it so adorable whenever you try to pull away

- ok as i said that he's clingy but you don't understand, HE IS REALLY CLINGYYYY

- like whenever you guys are watching a movie and you're seated at the other side of the couch, he gets all sad

- "babe why are you there? :("

- "sit here please i wanna cuddle"

- just loves it whenever you guys cuddle because he feels so happy and loved like wow i can't believe i'm cuddling the love of my life ❤️_❤️

- pet names? BABE or CUTIE

- he uses babe all the time but cutie whenever he feels like messing with u

- and also !!! he's also the kind of boyfriend who treasures all of the gifts you gave to him

- he has a box filled with letters that you gave to him

- gifts are sentimental and they deserve to be kept ❤️ SO TRUE

- he's also goofy like

- HE WILL ASK YOU TO DANCE TO THE INTRO OF THIS ANIME HE HAS BEEN WATCHING

- dkdjjdjsks he will help you with the ""choreography"" 😭😭 but it's ok it's cute

- ok ok so i've got some juicy gossip for y'all 🔞🔞🔞🔞

- whenever he kisses you.....he sometimes bites your lip because it turns him on to hear you moan

- he smirks because he knows he's the only one who can make you feel good

- brings you to his lap and starts kissing ur neck while holding you in place

- and idk why but i have a feeling that he loves to suck on your nipples

- like he's obsessed with sucking it

- he will go on for as long as you can take it

- just playing with it because he loves to see your whimpering state

- if you think y'all aren't fucking well well 😵💫 i've got some news for u

- it turns him on when you beg for him

- he will continue to tease you and edge you until he's satisfied with your BEGGING

- "hmm? you want me to fuck you right now? try harder babe"

- PIECE OF SH-

- stamina: error 404

- HE WILL GO FOR HOURS

- like u cannot deny that he radiates freaky energy

- the more you orgasm and cum, the more it turns him on

- he !! wants !! you !! to !! milk !! him !! dry

- and fill you up with his🥛

- but at the end of every rough sex session, he never forgets to take care of you

- yuta gives you the assurance that he loves you so so so much and that he's very happy that you trust him

- he never forgets to ask if you're okay and if he was being too rough

- he will clean you up or sometimes carries you to the bathroom so u could share a cute bath <3

- cuddles you through the whole night and kisses your shoulders so much and snuggles ;-;

- okay so how about if yuta is mad

- i do have a feeling that sometimes he tends to be distant and quiet when he's not in the mood

- and you wanna give him space but it worries you to see him all upset

- you show him love through sticky notes !!

- little reminders on why u love him so much and why he deserves the best

- pls like it warms his heart so much and all the anger in him vanishes

- rushes to you and holds you close

- "thank you for being the best cutie." then proceeds to tell you why he's all upset and you give him hugs and back rubs :(

- OKAY but you don't always argue or fight with yuta

- but when it gets heated

- he will ignore u :( it's his way of cooling off because he doesn't wanna say something to you that he will surely regret

- he swallows down his pride even though it can be hard and tries to talk to you whenever he's calm

- he knows that communication is very important in a relationship !!!

- he has so much love, care and appreciation to give !!!

- like no words are enough to describe how perfect yuta is :(

- HE'S WHIPPED

[chaoticloveyshroom]

PLATONIC DRAKEN BCZ I LOVE HIM SM AS A BIG BRO DUDE (GN!Reader)

- Checks up on you regularly to make sure you’re okay and feel loved - Is cool with any physical affection once you’ve made your way to his inner circle - Fell asleep? Draken’s your pillow, lap or shoulder is fine - Need reassurance? You can squeeze his hand or give him a hug - Shorter than him? (you probably are) he’ll sit on the floor while you’re on a chair or lower on the stairs with his back to you and between your legs so you can mess with his hair or just rest your head on top of his (it’s hard to describe but when u imagine it it seems a lot more wholesome than the description lol) - If ur like me and always forget to drink water he’ll make iced tea n stuff to hydrate you without it being boring - Mans is a heater - Idk why but one of my hcs for him is that he’s just always rlly warm so when it gets cold you can bet you and Mikey are both huddled up next to him and bickering - “Get your own Ken-chin!!”  - “Got one right here! You go get your own!” - Literally babysits you and Mikey bcz you two are chaotic little shits - Once he’s brought you to his place once, and you’re chill, he’d get used to you just turning up there and sleeping over in his room or a spare one (or w the girls ig if u want lol) - Is always happy to see you and is welcoming and kind - (Conscience of Toman, just liek ChibiReve!Takemichi said lol) - Amazing cook?? Like he makes instant ramen a lot don’t get me wrong but he usually had to cook for himself growing up so he’s got some kitchen skills - Projecting myself onto reader here but I forget to eat when I’m enjoying what I’m doing so bear with me - If you forget to eat a lot would just force food down your throat tbh - Even if you do remember to eat he still would - Grandma!Draken anyone? (lol) - Feeds stray cats - I’m not elaborating on that because there’s no way he doesn’t  - There is no way for you to disagree here - Gets you to help him drag Mikey to school despite the fact that all of your attendance is woeful anyway - If you’re in Toman and not a good fighter he’d keep an eye on you and make sure everyone is cool with you  - Makes bentos for you and Mikey when you go to school sometimes - Willing to listen to you on calls late if you can’t sleep (or irl, as you are at his place a lot to hang out and sleepover) - If you do his hair he’ll wear it inside but puts it back when he leaves home bc reputation - “Dammit ____ stop bringing Toman’s rep down.” (like he said w Mikey) - He’d say it jokingly though, he likes it when you do his hair because he thinks it’s nice - I feel like he’d be okay wearing nail polish? like he’d let you do it and he’d wear it - The girls would barge into his room if you were painting his nails and help lol (or if you’re good, get you to do theirs too) - Draken would try to shoo them out but you would get them to stay - if you’re fem-presenting he’d make sure you don’t get hassled by delinquents - Or if you’re masc but yk - Would help you learn to fight or get Mikey to teach you so that he can be less worried about you if you insist on joining fights - I think he’s a protective and brotherly friend but he’s not overbearing, he knows when and where to give you space  - I love him sm. - I want to hug him. - He’d be such a good friend ANYWAY MWAH MWAH BYE BYE LOVELY PEOPLE

[blxetsi]

Imagine pampering Reiner. I would love to kiss him silly 🙈 is it obvious he’s my favorite character?

id like to kiss him silly too 🤩🤚 tysm for the request !!!

pampering reiner after a long day (modern au)

warnings: taking care of ur man 😁👍 uhh construction worker!reiner (of age, obv), gn!reader, face care n shit idk, cute names like baby and love, mentions of sexual harrasment/assault in a workplace.

living in the city had it ups and downs. well, so did everything in life, but you never really thought about that until you moved into the city. you and reiner both came from a small town, and then went to the same college in a bigger town, before you two decided to move to the big city together. downs happened more often than ups, but anything was an up if you were with reiner. rent was expensive, especially for the shoebox of an apartment you two live in, but youve both made it into your home, a cozy little sanctuary away from the rest of this chaotic world. another down was that the city never sleeps, someone, somewhere was always working, and you too found yourself taking nightshifts at the diner you worked at. it was minimum wage, and middle aged men and women would come in and flirt (more like harass), but your coworkers were nice, and if you made sure to dress up a bit you'd get a fat tip.

you and reiner originally thought that you'd get well paying jobs as soon as you moved into the city, which was a lie. considering the time, effort, and money you both put into getting your degrees, you thought you were more than qualified for certain jobs, but you werent, and that sucked, and now your boyfriend over works himself physically building houses while you let freaks make weirdly sexual comments about you so you can earn more money. it sucks on both ends, but you know that you'd do anything to be with reiner, so you could take a couple of gropes and sleazy jokes.

today you had gotten off work early, your boss closing the store because of a family emergency. you felt bad for the man, he was nice, and offered to switch you to dish duty when he'd seen older people be weird with you, you'd declined knowing that you wouldn't earn as much in the back. he was a family man, and generous, and cared about others, which was a nice change from other employers in the past. you were surprised reiner wasn't home yet, because today was friday, and he usually got off fridays around six, but now it was almost nine, and you were starting to get a bit worried.

just as you started gnawing on your lip, your phone vibrated beside you. grabbing it you saw it was reiner calling you, and quickly paused your episode of shameless to answer. "rei, where are you ?"

"just got off work baby." he sighed.

he sounded exhausted, and you could hear cars honking so you knew he was outside.

"do you need me to come get you ?"

"no, its okay. jack's giving me a ride home."

you let out a breath, at least he didn't have to wait for the bus, getting a ride meant he'd be home faster. "okay my love. you want me to run you a bath for when you come home ?" you knew how sore reiner got from working, and being out in the sun all day. with the weather becoming warmer it would become harder on him, and he'd always forget to wear sunscreen which meant he'd burn.

he let out a soft moan. "that sounds great baby, thank you so much."

you heard talking from his end, assuming it was jack. you tried to keep listening but reiner's voice cut in again. "only ten more minutes and im back to you."

you smiled, getting excited that he'd be here so soon. "okay lovey, i'll get that bath started. i love you."

you could hear his smile on the other end. "i love you too baby, thank you so much."

you quickly said your goodbyes before hanging up, cutting him off. you felt a bit bad but quickly brushed it off as you walked to your bathroom. you got everything together, moving from the bathroom to your bedroom and back again. you set out a clean towel, a pair of sweats and a white tank top for him, as well as a hoodie if he was cold. you filled up the tub, making sure it was hot, before adding a cup of epsom salt and stirring it around with your hand. you got up again, going to the kitchen area of your little home and filling up a cup with a jug of cold water from the fridge. you brought it back to the small bathroom, sitting it on the tank cover of the toilet. he needed to be hydrated.

you were changing the sheets of your shared bed when you heard the from door open, close, then lock. reiner dropped his backpack and toed off his shoes. he hung up his jacket before slowly walking around the apartment, cracking his neck and stretching his arms above his head. "baby ? where are you ?"

"in here rei, just changing the sheets." you called out. you could hear his heavy footsteps make his way down the hall towards you.

he thought you looked beautiful. dressed in just a tee shirt (his tee shirt) and plaid pyjama pants, the lights from the city reflecting all around the room and on your body, a small lamp which casted a soft warm glow around the room, made your eyes shine.

"you don't have to change the sheets baby." he whispered, making his way over to you. he helped you put the comforter over the bed. a simple grey colour, which matched the baby pink sheets and pillow cases.

"i wanted to. you always feel good sleeping in new sheets." you answered, making your way around the bed to him. you wrapped your arms around his torso while he wrapped his around your shoulders, pulling you close and kissing your head. he sighed, and just held you while you rubbed his back.

"your bath is ready, and i left you clothes for you there too." you whispered. he hummed in response before squeezing you tighter.

"i missed you so much." his words were soft, but held a lot of weight, and your heart hurt because you knew he was working himself to the bone.

"it's okay baby, i'm here now."

he nodded before kissing your head again. he smelt your hair, sighing before pulling back to look at your face. "did you shower ?"

"when i got home, yeah."

"okay. i won't be long then."

you shook your head, moving your arms so you could hold his face in your hands. "no rei, take all the time you need. i'll wait for you." you knew that reiner was too tired to fight you on that, so he simply nodded, giving you a soft kiss before stripping down to his underwear and leaving the room.

you put his clothes in the hamper, putting his wallet on his bedside table and plugging his phone in to charge. then you opened up the window so the cool breeze could come in, you knew reiner liked the room to be a bit cooler at night.

slowly you made your way to the bathroom, peaking in to see him in the bath, the water up to his neck as he was almost fully submerged. his eyes were closed and his breathing was slow, you could see his tan lines from working. his muscles that bulged even when relaxed and the crinkles in his eyes from smiling so much, even when he was so young. his stuble which was just a bit darker than his sandy blond hair, and his calloused hands from his labour, wrapped around his torso in a hug. those hands that held you, that protected you, that tickled you, that loved you. you never got to admire reiner often, usually because he'd notice early on and tell you to stop, he'd get all flustered and his face would turn red, getting all blushy that his lover wanted to look at how beautiful he was. and he was, reiner was gorgeous, and its a blessing to call him yours.

his voice was raspy from not speaking for so long. "baby, stop looking at me like that." you could see the apples of his cheeks turn pink while his lips quirked up into a small.

"i can't help it, you're just so pretty." you replied, walking into the small bathroom and closing the door behind you. it took less than two steps to get towards him, and you crouched down beside the tub to look at him closer.

he slowly opened his eyes, like he was in a daze, before peeling an arm away from his body and holding it out for you to take. you grabbed his hand with both of yours, rubbing his palm and fingers while you softly kissed his knuckles. you two never looked away as you did so, relishing in the soft moment together.

he closed his eyes again, and sighed while moving deeper into the tub, making the water go from his neck to his chin, and his long legs stick out of the water at the knees. "you know that face mask you have baby ? the one that peels off and makes your face smooth ?" he asked, his voice echoing throughout the room.

"yeah," you mumbled against his hand. "you wanna use it ? want me to put it on for you ?"

he nodded. you slowly put his hand back into the water before crawling to the cabinet under the sink, reaching for your peel off face mask, you turned around and went back to your love, shifting as close as you could ger before the toilet got in the way, before opening the tube and squeezing some onto your hand. the clear gel felt cool on your finger tips, and you rubbed it along both pointer and middle finger on your two hands, before leaning over the side of the tub and rubbing some on his face. you made sure to keep it away from his facial hair and his eyebrows. after rubbing it in you rinsed your hands off in the bathwater, before moving them to hold reiner's hand again. "if you cant peel some if it off after its dry just rinse with warm water, okay ?" reiner nodded before squeezing your hand. "thank you baby."

you two sat in silence for a couple of minutes, just listening to each others breathing and the slight swish of the water. "i'm gonna make some tea, would you like any ?" you asked.

reiner shook his head. "i'll just steal a sip of yours."

you chuckled before kissing the back of his hand, a smile on your face. "okay my love, i'll wait for you in the bedroom."

he leaned over quickly, grabbing your face with his free hand and giving you a soft kiss, over and over again. his lips were a bit chapped, which caused your own to tickle, but to him it felt great. this was so domestic, so simple, it made him feel safe, it made reiner forget all about his horrible day. all he could think about was you, all he could feel was you.

because of your kiss some of the product from his face mask had transferred onto yours, causing him to giggle before wiping it away with his pruny hand. "i love you so much baby. i'm so happy to be with you." he whispered, his face millimetres from your own.

"thank you rei, i love you too." you responded. you loved him so much, you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. and you're sure you will.

you pecked his lips before kissing his hand one more time, then you got up and left the bathroom, reiner's eyes on you as you went.

you went about tidying up the living room, putting away reiner's dinner on the table (if he didn't scarf it down when he came in, you knew he wouldn't touch it until tomorrow) turning off the tv and folding up the blanket you were snuggled up with on the couch almost an hour ago.

you quickly boiled your water for your tea, getting out your favourite mug and putting the tea bag in. then you went into your bedroom, where you moved through the open window to sit on the fire escape. the breeze of the night brought with it a chill, and you wished you'd brought that blanket with you. the lights and the cars moving down brought comfort to you. after living here for over a year, the noise became berable to you, just second nature.

you could hear faint shuffling inside the bedroom, before reiner's head popped out of the window. "i was looking everywhere for you."

you gave him a sheepish smile. "sorry my love, would you like to join me ?" he nodded and crawled out of the window too, which was a bit hard considering his long limbs. he sat down beside you, his skin looking soft and smooth, his hair wet and all dressed in his hoodie and sweats.

the two of you huddled together, watching people walk by and cars drive around, looking into the windows of other apartments and stores, seeing if you could see the people inside doing weird things. you two passed the mug of tea between each other, before all that was left was the wet tea bag at the bottom of the cup. reiner reached up and set it on the window sill, before pulling you into his side by your shoulders.

"do your muscles hurt still ?" you asked.

reiner shook his head before replying. "not anymore, thank you again for the bath."

you giggled, turning your head to look up at him, he looked down at your own head, resting on his shoulder, and matched the smile that painted your lips. "you don't have to thank me so much silly, i love taking care of you."

he rubbed his nose against your own. "i love taking care of you too. which is why i was thinking of looking for a new job."

your eyes opened again and he watched your reaction closely. "that tech company near downtown, they're looking for a new software developer. i've already set up an interview, i just didn't know when to tell you." he whispered.

your eyes lit up as you smiled again, leaning up and smacking kisses all over his face. he let out a loud laugh before cupping your face with his hand, guiding your head away from his own so he could speak, but you started talking before that could happen. "i'm so happy for you. i hate seeing you come home so tired and in pain."

he nodded. "and i hate seeing you come home with a new story of some creep making moves on the love of my life." he replied, giving you a soft kiss.

you two sat in silence again. reiner felt happy that you weren't upset about his idea for a new job, he had a degree, and a great mind, and he somehow knew he'd get this job.

"y'know," you started. "that new art museum that opened near the science centre, they're hiring too. said on their website they're looking for tour guides."

reiner pulled you closer to him, if that was even possible. "baby you'd be great at that. you know so many art things."

"'art things?'" you laughed. "yeah, maybe i'll call and see if i could get an interview."

reiner nodded. "that sounds great baby. but tomorrow, your tea made me so sleepy and now i just wanna sleep." you shook your head with a chuckle before pecking him on the lips again.

you two made your way inside, closed the window, and got ready for bed. while you put the mug back into the kitchen sink, reiner took off his hoodie and unfolded the comforter from the bed, ready to get under. when you came back inside you shut off the lamp and got in beside him, where reiner immediately pulled you into his chest.

your head rested on his bare pec, and you could hear his heart thumping. he was calm, content, and happy with you in his arms. and you two went to bed that night with dreams about your future together.

not me going overboard with that one 😁👍 anyways love u all stay safe requests r open 😍🙏

[caws5749]

Sooo... Idk where this came from since the TV show playing rn has nothing to do with fluff. But! For Your Family series.. Nat and Reader take the kids to the park or beach once Little Bean is allowed to go outside and have some nice family day. Bonus brownie points if Reader sees Nat truly interact with Little Bean and falls in love again (deeper this time). Idk. Just tooth rooting fluff.

Ps. I almost suggest a little angst, but i remembered this was your fluffy baby. Lol.

A/N: vee, you and ur angst haha! I’m so glad you requested this, this might literally be the purest thing I’ve ever seen. also “little bean” is adorable too and I hope it’s okay if I use that as the baby’s nickname

Post A/N: okay so now im gonna have to write a whole vacation series for this series aoeifjawoefij okay okay 

“First outing,” you smiled, barely containing your excitement as you met Natasha in the kitchen. Your wife was cooing to Annika as she buckled her up into her carrier. 

“Domi and Nik ready?” Nat asked, her voice still soft and happy as she smiled at your newborn. 

“Yes, they are,” you replied, hearing the telltale sound of feet running towards you. 

“Do you think the water will be warm?” Nikolus asked, his sunglasses already covering his eyes. 

“Let’s hope,” you chuckled, grabbing the kids’ bags. “Alright, to the car.”

Ten minutes later, everyone was successfully buckled and the car was started. Thirty minutes later, you arrived at the beach. Your family scoped the beach for a nice spot, finding the perfect one without too much trouble. Luckily, the beach was nowhere near as crowded as you’d thought it would be. 

As soon as you’d sat down, Annika was hungry, so you tended to her while Natasha tested out the water with your older children. She came back five minutes later soaking wet, though the warm sun was already drying her off. 

“How is it?” you asked as your wife took a seat next to you. 

“Warm. Dominika and Nik found some shells.”

“They’ll never want to leave,” you chuckled. Nat shook her head lovingly, before focusing on her second daughter. 

“Is she feeding okay?”

“Perfectly. She eats more than Domi and Nik ever did, though. I’m not sure I can keep up,” you admitted. Your wife frowned slightly, her hands adjusting the towel covering you slightly. 

“You’re doing great, Y/N.” 

You hummed, grateful for her encouraging words. Your wife was the only reason you were handling three kids well, if you were being honest. 

“You’re the only reason I’m still sane,” you admitted. 

“And how do you think I’m doing so well?”

Natasha pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before checking to see that Domi and Nik weren’t in any trouble. 

“I’ll take Annika when she’s done,” she hummed. 

“Perfect timing, she just finished,” you smiled, transferring your newborn into your wife’s capable hands. 

“I’m going to go see what they’re up to,” you said, nodding towards your older children. 

“Mom!” Nikolus called as you got closer. “Come see our shells!”

“Wow,” you breathed, looking at the beautiful things in their hands. “Those are gorgeous.”

“We found them over here,” Domi explained, leading you over to the spot. You hung out with them for a few minutes before returning to Natasha. You found her bouncing Annika gently, a fond smile on her face. 

Your heart soared, as it always did when seeing Nat with her kids. She was gentle, happy, caring, and a near-perfect mother. Natasha never failed to amaze you in her versatility. One moment she was fighting robots, calm and collected, yet fierce and focused; the next, she was soft, gentle, loving, and caring for her family. You’d never imagined back when you first met her that you’d be here, with her now. You’d never imagined she was this beautiful a human being. 

“I can’t help but fall in love with you all over again every day,” you murmured, letting your fingers play with strands of her wet hair. 

“The feeling is mutual, Y/N.”

You smiled, cuddling closer on the beach towel and letting your youngest wrap her fist around one of your fingers. Your chin rested on Natasha’s shoulder as you both watched the ocean waves, and your other children. 

“Maybe we should surprise them with a dinner at the pizzeria on the water,” Nat hummed, turning to see what you thought of the idea. You nodded, nuzzling your nose against her cheek before pressing your lips to her skin. 

“Little Bean will probably sleep through it,” you mused. 

“Probably,” your wife agreed, adjusting Annika in her arms. She pressed a kiss to the baby’s nose, laughing when Annika smiled. 

“Babe?” Nat asked a minute later. 

“Mmm?”

“We should go on vacation.”

“Vacation?” you asked, your brows raised. 

“Domi and Nik have been begging for a vacation, and we do have some time off coming up,” Natasha reasoned. You mulled it over; she had a point. 

“Okay,” you murmured, laughing lightly at the smile that overtook her lips. She slammed her lips into yours, as passionately as she could while still keeping a safe hold on your daughter. 

“We’ll start planning tonight.”

“I can’t wait, and I’m sure the kids can’t either. Speaking of, looks like they’re swimming a bit too far out for my liking,” you frowned. 

“I’ll get them,” Nat offered, handing you Annika, pecking your lips before heading down towards the water. You leaned back, watching amusedly as Dominika realized her mother was coming towards them, quickly telling Nik that they needed to swim closer to shore. By the time your wife had made it there, they were practically out of the water, though they were going to get a bit of a warning anyway. You closed your eyes, soaking in the sun. 

If you went on vacation to somewhere warm with a beach, you couldn’t imagine a better thing in the world. Annika squealed in your arms the moment you thought it, and you took it as a sign of agreement. 

“Annika and I think we should vacation somewhere warm, with a beach,” you announced as soon as Natasha had reclaimed her spot. 

“Oh?” she asked, her lips quirking upwards. 

“That’s weird, because I was actually thinking Siberia, in the snow, somewhere were you just can’t seem to get the cold out of your bones,” Natasha teased, her fingers grazing your side and you giggled, shielding your daughter from Nat’s fingers. 

“I love you,” she breathed a minute later, her lips unbelievably close to your own. 

“I love you too.” 

[rafecameron]

idk if u do rqst but i love ur writing! can u do jj x reader in a secret relationship bc shes a kook & also kiara’s enemy? maybe kiara having a lil crush on jj and when she found out, thats when the drama happens? kie confronts y/n and they get into a fight!! 🤭 im sorry if you dont do requests ): just ignore this then!

thank you so much for requesting! I haven’t written for JJ in so long I hope this is okay!

You didn’t necessarily enjoy sneaking around. You hated lying to your friends about where you were and what you were doing but you knew it was for the best. You knew your friends would look down on you for dating a pogue, but that wasn’t even what you were worried about. It was his friends. One friend in particular. Kiara. You knew kiara from school and you even used to hang out with her during her kook year. You were never what you would have called friends but you got along and were civil so when she completely turned on you at the end of last year you were more than a little surprised.

You had tried to talk to her, even if you didn’t much care for her you didn’t want any animosity between the two of you. But she hadn’t wanted to know and you’d given up trying pretty quickly. If she wanted to isolate herself from the whole school then you’d leave her to it. You never imagined your paths would have to cross much again besides sharing the same maths class. But then JJ had happened. And it hadn’t meant to happen.

You’d been at a kegger, nothing unusual about that. But your friend had ditched you to hook up with a touron so you’d found yourself wandering around the fire pit alone and more than a little intoxicated. That’s when you’d bumped into him. You’d seen him around before but you’d never spoken nor had the chance to get a god look at him. And now you had? You were enchanted. His messy blonde hair wasn’t something you’d usually find attractive but it suited him. You got lost in his blue eyes, eyes full of hope and laughter. You’d spent hours sitting with him, talking and laughing. Until kiara had appeared and all but ripped him from your side.

“Kiara what the hell?” You’d asked jumping up from the log you were sat on with a glare.

“Stay the hell away from my friends.” She spat back with a scowl to match yours.

JJ had intervened before a fight could break out, he held kiara back, profusely apologising to you before pulling her away. He’d found you on Instagram the day after and sent you another apology and since then you’d been practically inseparable.

“Do you think we will ever tell anyone?” You ask. Your chin was resting against JJ’s chest as you looked up at him, the sunlight coming through your window casting an ethereal glow across his tanned skin.

“I dunno y/n.” JJ sighs, he hated when you brought this topic up, “it’s complicated.”

“I know,” you lift your head, reaching a hand up to caress his cheek lightly, “but I mean in the future. Surely we can’t hide forever.”

JJ lifts his head, eyes softening as they meet yours, “one day yeah. Don’t think I don’t ever want the whole world to know you’re mine, cause I do.”

You quickly crawl up his chest and plant a kiss to his lips, the smile on your face making it hard to kiss him properly, “I want the whole world to know I’m yours. I want kiara to know I’m yours, so she can stop eyeing you up.”

JJ rolls his eyes and drops his head back with a groan, “not this again,” you hear him sigh, “she does not have a crush on me, y/n.”

“Yes she does!” You sit up, straddling his lap so you could look down at his face, “you don’t see the way she looks at you! Also, you’re completely oblivious to everything. I was dropping hints for weeks before finally out right saying I liked you.” You roll your eyes.

“That was different! I just convinced myself you would never be interested in a pogue like me.” JJ looks up at you, a small shrug rolling off his shoulders.

“JJ you know I don’t care about that stuff.” You lean down placing a kiss lightly to his lips.

“I know that now.” JJ replies, placing his hands on your hips as he kisses you again.

—-

It had been months since you’d started dating JJ, seven to be exact. And you’d both done a pretty good job at hiding the fact from other people. Your parents were out most of the time and your neighbours were elderly so it wasn’t hard to sneak him in and out of your house. You’d been to his a couple of times but he liked to keep you away from his dad as much as possible and you were perfectly okay with that.

You were currently attending what you were sure would be the last kegger of the year as the nights were starting to get noticeably colder as winter rolled around. You had a hoodie on, oversized and pulled over your hands to protect against the chill. You found it increasingly hard to stay away from JJ at keggers, because every time your eyes found him there was some touron trying desperately to get into his pants. You trusted JJ but that didn’t mean you liked to see it.

Your eyes were only pulled away from the blonde as a commotion broke out behind you. You weren’t at all surprised to see Rafe tackling someone to the ground, Topper not far behind him. Before you knew it there was at least eight people rolling around in the sand fighting. You tried to get away from the punches but before you knew it someone had been thrown in your direction, tumbling into your legs and pulling you to the ground with them. You let out a squeal as you fell backwards into the sand, hurting your lower back as you landed.

“Get off of me.” You growled pushing the drunk kook away from your legs.

“Y/N!” You heard your name being shouted, the kook was lifted away from you and chucked into the sand and suddenly JJ’s concerned face appeared in front of yours, “are you okay?” He asks his hands coming to rest on your shoulders as he looks you up and down for any obvious injuries.

“I’m fine.” You smile resting your hands gently on his wrists, “my back hurts a little but I’ll be okay. People will see.” You tried to pry his hands away but he wouldn’t let you.

“I don’t care, that asshole could have seriously hurt you!” JJ complains, his hand moves to your cheek, “are you sure you’re okay?”

You open your mouth but you don’t get a chance to reply. “What the hell is this?” Kiara asks appearing behind JJ with a look of disgust on her face, “JJ? What the fuck?”

JJ looks at her over his shoulder, his brows furrowed in a scowl, “back off kiara, nows not the time.”

“I think nows a perfect time to explain what the fucks going on.” She crosses her arms in front of her chest as her friends join her, confused looks crossing their faces.

“Kiara-“ you begin but she cuts you off.

“I wasn’t talking to you! I swear to god if you’re messing with him I’ll beat the crap out of you.” Kiara steps forward, popes hand on her shoulder stops her.

JJ stands up, helping you up with him, “she’s not messing with me! We’ve been dating for seven months. We didn’t tell you because we knew this is how you’d react.”

“Seven months?” Kiara splutters out, “what the hell? If you’re using him for some plot to get back at me-“

“I’m not using him!” You step around JJ and closer to Kiara, “I have no plot to get back at you because I have no reason to! You’re the one with a problem here not me! I’m sorry that you’re like in love with him or something but he isn’t interested!”

“I’m not in love with him, you have no idea what you’re talking about.” Kiara steps forward again, now only inches separating the two of you.

“Okay let’s calm down a minute.” John B speaks up pulling Kiara back as JJ tugs on your arm, “I think we should hear them out before starting any fights.”

“Look, I’m sorry that I’ve been lying to you guys, but I knew the reaction we’d get. And we really like each other, we didn’t want anything to ruin it.” JJ explains with a sigh, “and in y/n’s defense, she wanted to come clean months ago, it was me who said no.”

“Well I didn’t see this coming.” Pope speaks up but he smiles and lets out a chuckle, “it explains why you’ve been so damn happy lately man.”

“You’ve really been dating for seven months?” John B asks with raised brows, you both simply nod in answer, “Look, I’m okay with it. Like Pope said, this is the happiest we’ve seen you in a long time.”

“Well I am not okay with this!” Kiara cuts in with a frown, “you know how I feel about her! I can’t believe you guys don’t even care.” She shoots you another glare before turning on her heel and storming off.

The boys watch her walk away for a few seconds before turning back to you, “we’ll talk to her, she’ll come around.” John B sighs and hurried after her.

“I’m happy for you guys!” Pope calls over his shoulder with a grin as he follows after his friend.

JJ lets out a huff of breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding, “that went bad, but not nearly as bad as I expected.”

“Are you kidding? She wanted to smash my face in!” You complain.

“Babe, she always wants to smash your face in.” JJ looks at you with a cheeky grin, “but at least I can do this now.”

He grabs your hips and leans forward, his lips meet yours in a slow kiss, your arms wrap around his neck and hold him close to you, “and I don’t care who sees.” He mumbles against your lips before connecting them again.

[jaeminlore]

To Live and Let Go | Renjun

summary: if there’s something left to be learned, then my time is running. why would i waste it all, wasted on you?

words: 2.3k+

category: librarian!renjun x tutor!reader, fem!presenting!reader, adventure au, a bit meta, what’s going on idk ur guess is as good as mine, some sections are written better than others, reader is a tutor for prince jaemin, this sucks so bad i’m so sorry.

note: this was a commission for @yrb-reads who donated to a charity of their choice. thank you :) i’m terribly sorry it took so long and it's definitely not up to par the way it should be. if you want something else written to make up for it let me know. there was depression, full time job, and a death in the family i would like to blame, but i should’ve prioritized this story more for you, and for that i’m sorry. thank you so much for donating, and i hope this serves as a holiday gift for you. again, sorry about the short length

To Renjun, libraries feel like home. Especially the castle’s library, located just west of the kitchen; a hidden gem unknown to most people. Really, only known to Prince Jaemin and Renjun, if he really thought about it. Perhaps a few tutors and scholars as well.

But these factors don’t make it home. Instead, it is the wooden walls of thick cedar trunks, built long before the castle walls were put up; when the builders didn’t have the heart to tear such a piece of architecture down. It’s the way it smells like a forest at all times, and how the inside walls are chipped and falling onto the bare floor. It is the large shelves, made just decades ago, crammed up against each other and overflowing with the royal family’s books. Each piece of literature is practically an heirloom, save the small shelf in the corner where the prince hides his new romance novels he gets delivered straight from the village of Rubin.

The library feels like a bridge between the kingdom and the village. Inside these four walls, wooden and chipped, Rubin feels like one entity, undivided by classes or rank.

It also happens to be the one place Renjun is allowed to hang his paintings.

Ever since he was younger, it has been Renjun’s dream to be a portrait artist. To be able to place his thumbprint in Rubin’s history by painting the royal family or a few important nobles, is all he has ever wanted. But the King and Queen prefer a man of nobility to do the work, so Renjun was shot down. Since he sold everything he had to come and shoot for his dream, the royal family had offered him a pity job.

Correction: Prince Jaemin had begged his parents not to turn Renjun away empty-handed and convinced them to let him earn his pay here in the castle.

Prince Jaemin does a lot for Renjun. He had introduced him to his friend and closest servant, Donghyuck, who has a sharp tongue but no real malice to back up anything he ever said. Renjun had moved in with him, and used his side of the house as his painting room. Donghyuck barely even complains about the scent of oil paint anymore.

Prince Jaemin also got him his current job as a bookbinder. Which, in itself, is a very lonely and tedious job. Perfect for a boy like Renjun who only wants to work with no outside distractions. Aside from his friends in the castle, that is. Or the prince’s tutor, who comes in for study material.

Most importantly, Prince Jaemin lets Renjun hang up his portraits in the library. He had said that they deserved to be hung up, even if it couldn’t be hung up in the royal hall. Renjun had nearly burst into tears in front of the hyperactive prince.

They had met during a touchy time in the prince’s life. He had just returned to the castle after a trip to the village. There, he was hiding from potential assassins, but for some reason, the prince seemed more upset about coming back.

It was in the quiet of that library that Jaemin let Renjun, a complete stranger at the time, in on the secret that he was in love with a girl from the village. For the young artist, it wasn’t hard to imagine. Prince Jaemin was known for his free spirit and hyperactive personality. There was no way he could become attached to a noble raised under discipline.

Of course the prince was raised under the highest of discipline, but he somehow found a way to rebel against it all and stay true to himself, even if it meant hiding the portraits he liked the best in a forgotten library, or befriending the healer and servant of the castle instead of the lords.

He was wonderful, and Renjun couldn’t wait for him to be king.

The library was home because Prince Jaemin made it home. He had crafted a place between the castle and the village — a place of seclusion — just for Renjun and his thoughts.

-

“I just want them to listen to me,” Jaemin moans, dropping his chin onto his open romance book. “I’ve been asking them for almost a year and a half to let me go back to the village, but they refuse to listen to me.”

Renjun hums non-committedly. “Chin up, please. I’m not finished.”

Jaemin glares at Renjun through his eyelashes but obliges, a pout still evident on his face. He returns to his casual pose of leaning his cheek against his fist and turning the pages of his book. “Anyway, I really want to go back to the village.”

“I know,” Renjun sighs and dips the tip of his paintbrush into the copper-colored paint he had mixed. “Right now, you have to obey them. You may be the prince but obviously they’re the king and queen.”

“I’m about to be nineteen,” Jaemin mumbles angrily.

“And when your coronation arrives, you’ll have more freedom to do things like visit the village.”

“Her grandmother died, you know,” Jaemin says, morose. “I could’ve been there for the funeral, at least.”

Renjun grabs a slimmer paintbrush and begins to note the details of Jaemin’s face. “I know, Your Highness. But if she’s anything like you’ve told me, then I’m sure she understands.”

Jaemin bites his lip and looks at the book sadly. “I just miss her.”

“It’s your duty to stay here. I’m sure she realizes that.”

Jaemin rolls his eyes, albeit sadly, and goes back to posing.

“Your Highness! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Renjun’s brush shakes slightly as his mind registers the new voice. It is Jaemin’s tutor. You, a servant the same age as the prince, seem to be the only one he will actually listen to. Perhaps because you entertain his many ideas. Perhaps because Renjun had begged him to keep you around.

Because you not only entertained Jaemin’s ideas, you also praised Renjun’s art. You are a no-nonsense tutor, but as a friend, you have had neverending praise and encouragement to the two boys.

Renjun longs to be around you as much as Jaemin is. In fact, you are the only real reason Renjun finds himself being jealous of the prince. He often wonders how Jaemin could even think about a villager he only knew for a week, when you are right there beside him, every day.

Just the blossom of your smile could make Renjun’s mind freeze in all it’s concerns. Suddenly, the portrait in front of him means little to nothing, and all he could really think about was how many different shades of pink and brown he’d have to mix before he matched the color of your lips. “Hello, Y/n.”

“Good day,” you greet, bowing slightly. “What are you painting today?”

Renjun almost forgets to breathe when you walk toward him and lean your head over his shoulder to inspect his art. He can smell the amber musk on your collarbones and feel your soft hair tickle his cheek. “J-Jaemin.”

“You always paint him,” you murmur, almost in boredom. “Say, do you do favors?”

“Come again?”

“Like, if I paid you, would you draw a portrait of me? I think my mother would really like it— she’s always asking me to get a portrait done.”

Renjun feels his tongue rest heavy in his mouth. Before he can speak, Jaemin grabs your arm. “He can do it! Now let’s get to my lessons!”

And that was that on that.

-

The stream trickles loudly, leaping down and over the rock formations and falling into the pool with grace. This is where Renjun comes to find inspiration. It’s also where he comes to practice his art.

It’d be nice to do it into the library, but Renjun knows that he would abandon all his actual duties — the ones that he gets paid to do.

He eyes his oil paints, color coordinated from lightest to darkest shade. He dips his brush in pure white, to lay a foundation coat atop his canvas.

Truth be told, he could paint you from memory. But if he told you that, he’d have to admit to his crush on you, and that’s far too embarrassing. No, thank you.

Renjun takes off his sandals and plants his feet on the soft grass. The blades tickle his toes, so he tries to relax his muscles. He has the canvas stretched out on his knees, which is a bit unconventional, but it works. He looks up at the afternoon sun; his straw hat scrapes the trunk of the tree he’s leaning against.

“Sorry I’m late. Jaemin needed help with Latin...” You wander in and trail off, looking at the pool in wonder. “This is beautiful.”

You’re dressed in silver shades — Renjun wonders if you intentionally made yourself look extra beautiful, or if that’s you, in the reflection of the water. He clears his mind and his throat. “I figured It’d be a nice background for a portrait.”

“How do you want me posed?” Your lips are upturned, soft, and Renjun starts a mental list on how to keep you smiling.

“Whatever you’re comfortable with,” Renjun hurries. “We’ll be here for an hour or so each session until it’s finished.”

You sit in the grass, atop your knees, and smooth out any wrinkles in your garments. “My Mother is going to be so thrilled, Renjun. Thank you so much for doing this.”

His tongue feels heavy at the compliment, so he settles for a simple nod. The foundation coat is still drying, so Renjun pulls his sketchbook and a pencil out of his bag. “Do you mind if I start with a few sketches?”

“Of course not,” you say. Your eyes clip to his, bright and clear, and Renjun thinks this is going to be a lot harder than he initially thought.

(The next session, Renjun is so focused on getting the outline of your back right that he doesn’t even notice you moving towards him.

“You’ve got paint on your brow,” you say.

Renjun reflexively wipes at his face, feeling himself blush at your observation. “Is it gone?”

You grin — looking straight at him — and reach up. Gently, you use the pad of your thumb to scrub off the paint. “Now it is.”

Renjun thinks he’d rather melt into the floor than finish the rest of this session.)

-

Renjun threads the spine of his latest project: scribe records from the recent knighting tournament and ceremony. Even as he pulls the last thread tight, his finger raw and screaming, he’s thankful that he wasn’t the one editing these records.

Jaemin hasn’t been to the library in awhile. His current betrothement has him in a frenzied mindset, and Renjun is sure he has more important things to do than hang out with his friends.

Still, he misses the company.

He sets the glue along the spine and aligns the pages with the leather backing. He’s so busy focusing on making sure the lines are straight that he doesn’t notice someone walk into the library. “Hello, Renjun.”

Renjun jumps, and the spine of the book misaligns. He leaves it on his table, and when he turns around, you’re there smiling at him. “Hey, Y/n. I didn’t know you tutored Jaemin today.”

”I don’t,” you admit. A bashful look overtakes your face and you focus on one of the books in Renjun’s return pile. “I wanted to thank you for the portrait. My mother loved it.”

“I’m glad!” Renjun says, brightening up. He notices that you still look rather distant. “Is something wrong?”

”it’s just...” you bite your lip. “Do, um, do I really look like that?”

Renjun wants to ask what you mean. But he sort of knows. “Your portrait? Is it not to your likeness?”

You furrow your brows. “I just... You made me look very beautiful.”

“You are very beautiful,” Renjun replies, voice low and steady. “Surely, you know that.”

Embarrassment paints your face and you shrug. “I dunno...”

“I know,” Renjun says, surety building in his voice. “Whether you believe it or not, it’s a fact that you are very beautiful. I hope my painting portrayed even an inch of your beauty.”

You look aghast at his words, mouth open in shock. “Are you… Are you serious?”

Renjun stares at the way your lips look, pursed in confusion. “Why on earth would I lie to you?”

“I don’t mean to insult your integrity,” you say, eyes wide. “It’s just that no one has ever been so upfront with me.”

This is it, Renjun thinks. This is my chance to confess. He takes a deep breath, steps closer to you. Toe to toe, so that your chest is brushing against his. And the outside air lessens it’s chill, so that Renjun is sure he’s sweating, nervous and hot and wanting.

His luck hasn’t run out yet. “Can I be upfront again?”

Your breath hitches, leaving Renjun’s own words isolated, suspended in the air between you. “Yes,” you finally say, honeyed lips nearly brushing his own.

“I’m in love with you,” Renjun allows himself to say. “And I want to kiss you. Selfishly.”

“Then do so.”

Your lips are honeyed; candied peonies against his own cruel briars and thorns. Renjun wonders if he’s good enough for you. If book binding and tutoring go hand in hand. If he’ll be stuck forever in the royal library, giving you books to read to the prince. He wonders if this is the life of a peasant, always one step behind the nobles.

Two people in service to a prince can never truly serve each other.

But Renjun doesn’t hold on to that thought. Instead, he surges forward, holds your body like it’s falling, kissing your mouth and your chin and your neck and your skin and—

“Hey,” you cup his face in his hands. “This isn’t the last time you’ll have me. There’s no need to be urgent.”

So he slows down. Gentle touches and warm gazes. Tastes you as much as touches you. All lips and no teeth. Memorized the palm of your hand against his jaw.

You’ll still be here, you said so.

Renjun decides to let go.

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CHALLENGE PT. TWO G.L.

Requests: hi i just read ur gar x reader and i'm literally weak it was so cute omg. is it to early to beg for a part 2 with fluff and jason being a little jealous bitch lollll it can be shorter idk how many ideas u have i just love the way u wrote gar -xoxo!

for part 2 to challenge u could have gar and y/n in different domestic scenarios being cute n in love and jason trying to break them up bc he's jealous and can't understand why their dating since they're both so different but in the end realising they're both perfect for each other and they all live happily ever after the end.

Warning: Jason being jealousssss

A/N: Part two to Challenge! I’m terrible at multiple part imagines but I hope I did this good enough justice! 

Word Count: 3.1k

Part One

Jason Todd didn't understand.

He didn't get how someone like you would ever end up with someone like Gar. Not that he believed Gar to be a bad person or anything, but the two of you were so different. You were confident, outgoing, and never could say no to a fun time. Gar on the other hand, was way more shy than you were, he was hesitant to get out of his comfort zone, and he was the biggest nerd.

The two of you were just polar opposites. So, when you got together, he was more than shocked to see how well you got along. He had known about your friendship, but never realized how close it was. He found himself getting irritated every time he saw the two of you together.

The first time that he was annoyed by your dating was when you were making dinner in the kitchen together. Even though you cooked for the whole team, the process seemed like such a private time with Gar. He would sit at the counter watching your every move until you had asked him to do something for you.

The moment that he was done with the task, he would stand behind you with his hands around your waist and his chin on your shoulder. He would reach his neck around as far as he could to kiss your lips. In anyone else eyes, the action would have been adorable. In Jason's, it was disgusting.

He had walked in while Gar was leaning against the counter, chatting with you and looking at you as if you were the utter love of his life. Jason didn't say anything, but the flush in his cheeks spoke loud enough: he was jealous.

Jason had lost the challenge, but he wasn't ready to give up quite yet.

The second time Jason was irritated was when he was sparring against you. It wasn't unusual for the two of you to fight against one another, but this time he had just been frustrated with you. Gar was going against Dick just on the other side of the room and the two of you would constantly be exchanging looks.

Between fights, whenever you had the upper hand, any time that you weren't losing you were throwing winks or kisses towards your boyfriend. Jason was furious. This was supposed to be a serious training session and you were just goofing off. You were never serious anymore since you started dating Gar.

When he finally had enough of it, he had stormed off after yelling at you. Though your feelings weren't hurt, Dick still ran after him to go scold him. That left you and Gar in the training room.

"You gonna release the beast this time?"

"In your dreams," Gar rolled his eyes. He still refused to fight against you as the tiger. Dating you had made him even more protective of you and that meant that he wasn't going to do anything that would purposefully harm you.

"Oh baby, you know it." Gar's face lit up bright red. He was still getting used to your confidence and your ever lasting need to try and get him to blush. Almost every time, it worked. He was a constant flustered mess around you and you loved it.

"Stop," Gar whined. You raised your fists up and jumped around the mat. He followed your lead and the two of you circled each other, antsy on who was going to make the first move. If he was to be honest, it was always you, and he didn't mind that.

"Make me," you winked.

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By the the fifth time that Jason had been annoyed that the two of you were dating, he had completely lost it. He was out for the night, causing whatever chaos in the town. By the time that he got back home, he was nothing but disappointed and disgusted.

You and Gar had decided to have a stay at home date night which included movies, popcorn, and far too much laughter. Dating Gar might have been the best choice that you had ever made in your life.

You were happier than you had been in years. No longer having to keep your feelings hidden brought a weight off your chest and you felt as if you could breathe once more. Not that you wanted to curse it, but things were going perfect.

Gar opened up to you more than he ever had before. He trusted you with his secrets and you trusted him with yours. The friendship that you guys had was taken to a whole new level. You couldn't even think about what life would be like without him - even it was only a couple weeks since you had been officially started dating.

When it came down to it, he was your best friend first, and losing him without the addition of a relationship would have broken you. Now, you felt as if a literal piece of you would go missing if he left.

"(Y/N)," Gar dragged out your name. You were sprawled across the couch with a bowl of popcorn by your side. Everyone else was out that night which meant that you and Gar had the whole place to yourselves. You decided to take advantage of the big screen and have a much needed, relaxing, movie night. "You're taking up the whole couch."

"I know," You smirked at him. The popcorn was moved out of the way and you opened your arms up for Gar to lay beside you. He grinned and nearly leaped into the space. Gar covered your face in kisses before landing on your lips for a quick peck. You were completely encased by him and the blanket.

This was the first time that you had the tower all to yourselves and you had to admit that you were a little more than excited. Your mind wandered to everything that the two of you could be doing and you weren't sure where you wanted to start. Gar had decided for the both of you with a movie night.

He picked some sort of comedy movie that was sure to be filled with cringe-worthy jokes and raunchy humor - exactly what the two of you needed. After the rest of the team figured out that you two were dating - which didn't didn't long - they had endlessly teased you for it. Rachel bugged you with every chance she got, Dick lectured you as if you were still kids, and Jason... he was a little frustrated at the situation.

Gar knew about Jason's feelings towards you, but he also knew that you were nothing but a conquest for him. He didn't want to date you - he wanted to sleep with you. That wasn't who you were, and Gar knew it. As much as he was worried about Jason taking you from him, he knew that he trusted your more than anyone.

Throughout the movie, Gar couldn't keep his hands off of you. The rested on your waist, played with your hair, intertwined with your fingers, and once he even dared to try and tickle you. You never realized how much of a touchy person he really was until dating him. You didn't mind - not when it came to him.

Even when you got up to go get another drink for yourself, he followed behind you with is arms around your waist making it much harder to walk anywhere. Gar had gotten you, and he wasn't planning on letting you go anytime soon.

Just before the movie ended, Jason had come back to the tower. Neither of you had heard him come in until he loudly groaned at the sight of you. You were still wrapped up with Gar, not even paying attention to the movie as you left kisses up his neck. It distracted him enough from both the movie and Jason.

"Seriously guys? Get a fucking room," Jason complained. Gar had nearly fell off the couch in surprise and you couldn't help but giggle. PDA was something that never bothered you, at least not nearly as much as it bothered Gar.

"Sorry, Jay," you apologized. "Movie's almost over. You can stick around for another one if you want."

"Hard pass," Jason rolled his eyes. "I'll watch a movie with you another night though." You could tell from the tone in his voice that he meant you, and only you. Jason never had a particular problem with Gar until the second you two started dating. It was more evident than ever that he didn't like the younger man.

"Yeah, maybe another time," you partially brushed him off. His smile held hope that what you said was true. Jason gave you a little wink before heading back to his own room. "He's impossible."

"Tell me about it," Gar rolled his eyes. He pecked your lips once more and was caught off by a yawn. You giggled a little at him - the sound of it lit up his face. Gar was absolutely entranced by every sound and movement you made. "Do you wanna stay over in my room tonight?"

"No offense Gar, but last time I stayed in your room I was up half the night sneezing from your tiger hair," you tried to hold back a laugh. "However, you are more than welcome - if not encouraged - to stay in my room tonight."

"It's not my fault I shed!" Gar laughed with you. "I guess I'm going to have to take you up on that offer." He leaned down to peck you - but you had kept him close and deepened the kiss. Your hands ran through his green hair and enticed a quiet moan as you tugged on the roots.

"Guys! Seriously!" Jason yelled. He had come back to the kitchen to get a glass of water only to see the two of you making out on the couch. That was his breaking point. He could deal with the hand holding, the hugs, even the pecks. But seeing the two of you make out on the couch where he sat, too? That was far past his limits.

Jason scowled at the two of you. His eyes darted between you and the mess of Gar's hair that you made. He was not impressed - that was easy to tell.

"I'm tired of seeing you two together! It's non-fucking stop," Jason expressed himself. You knew he had been upset at you and Gar for getting together, but you didn't think that he was holding this much back. "Grow the fuck up, there's other people living here too this isn't just your home. You don't see me having girls hanging off my arm everywhere do you? No. Stop being so, so gross!"

Jason stormed off leaving the two of you to sit there in shock. Jason was jealous of your relationship with Gar. He always had a crush on you - you knew that from the start. However, seeing the two of you together being a cute couple? You didn't realize how badly this could hurt his feelings.

As much of an asshole that Jason was, he didn't deserve for you and Gar to rub your relationship in his face.  And it wasn't like you meant to. Everything with Gar just flowed so easily, you barely even noticed that you were shoving your relationship down everyone's throats. However, the other's didn't see it that way, only Jason.

"I feel bad," you muttered. Gar rested his back against the couch as you snuggled into his side.

"Why?"

"Jason's always been nice to me, I don't want to stop being friends with him just because we're dating," you explained yourself. Gar squeezed your shoulder and kissed the top of your head. He didn't realize he could care for you even more since the short few weeks that you two had been dating.

Gar wanted you to have the world. He always wanted that for you. It seemed that every day his only task was to make you smile at least once. Whether it was him being his usual nerdy self, or surprising you with something he found in the store. He always managed to make you happy, and he wanted to keep you that way.

If that meant that he would have to deal with you and Jason being friends, then so be it. Even if he was jealous as soon as the older man walked into the room, he trusted you. There was a reason that you choose him over Jason.

"You know Jason. He gets frustrated and he over reacts, I'm sure he'll cool down soon."

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It took a while for Jason to cool down afterwards, but he eventually did. 

It seemed like he spent the next couple weeks trying to sabotage your relationship. Going extra hard on you at training, taking away your time with Gar to help him with something, even getting one of you to do some stupid mundane task for him to split you apart.

He was trying his best to prove that he was right, you two didn't belong together. Yet, it seemed like after every pursuit he had, it seemed to only bring you closer together. You and Gar were the opposite of what Jason believed you to be - you were perfect together. While you brought out more confidence within Gar, he kept you grounded.

The two of you may have been polar opposites, but that didn't mean that you were any less good for each other. Jason had to learn that the hard way - and he did. It took him a while to see that you two were truly meant to be together. Even after all of his frustrated comments and actions, he realized that he was wrong.

Which was why after shamefully telling you that Gar wasn't good enough for someone like you, he had finally broke. Jason had seen the heartbroken look on Gar's face when he walked in just at the wrong time and the rage filled look on yours. He had known he messed up the second the words came out of his mouth.

That night you had spent the night with Gar wrapped around your arms and his head on your chest, telling him repeatedly that there was no one else that you would rather be with than him.   He felt like Jason was right - he wasn't good enough for someone like you. Gar couldn't be more wrong.

"Gar, don't listen to him. You said yourself, Jason's jealous, he's gonna say stupid shit that he doesn't mean," you assured. Your fingers ran through his hair in hopes to comfort him. "Beside's what's it matter what he thinks? It's me 'n you right? That's all that matters."

"Still doesn't mean I don't feel shitty," Gar grumbled. He buried his head into the blanket covering you both and sighed.

"You want me to go beat him up?" You asked, only half joking. Gar just let out a grunt in response. You hoped that the comment would have made him feel better. "I know what's gonna make you believe me that what Jason said was bull," you suddenly came up with.

Gar peaked his head out from the blanket just enough to stare up at you. He knew the look on your face and that it meant that you were up to no good. There were many things running through your mind as to how you could prove this to him - many of them ideas where you knew you'd need to lock your door - but this one in particular was nothing like that.

You ripped the blanket off of you and headed over to your dresser. Gar watched as you rummaged through to find whatever it was that you wanted. His gaze went from your bare legs all the way up your body - followed by a tinge of pink on his cheeks.

Rain pattered against your window and filled the silence in the room. Finally, you pulled out a small CD case which contained a singular disk. Gar looked at you with raised eyebrows, but you said nothing as you went to the old player in the corner of your room and popped it in.

A grin fell on your cheeks as the music began. You spun around to face Gar and stuck your hand out for him to grab. "Dance with me?" You asked. Gar matched your smile and accepted your hold. "This is the playlist from my parent's wedding... Haven't been able to listen to it in a long time but I figured if there's anyone I would want to listen to it with, it's you."

Your hand was encased in his, the other on his shoulder while his was on your hip. The two of you slowly paced around your room. Your head rested against his chest and you couldn't help but sway a little to the beat. This was perfect, these were the moment that you would forever cherish with Gar.

As the song neared ending, your looked up to meet his eyes. They were glassy, but held no sadness within them. You let go of his hand and placed both of your palms against his cheeks. Gar leaned into your touch. You cranked your chin up to meet his lips.

This kiss had been different than the rest of them. This was slow, each second filled with every ounce of adoration you had for this boy. You wanted him to know that he had no reason to fear for Jason, it was him that you wanted. Gar was everything to you, and upon realizing that in only a matter of weeks? It had to mean that this was going to be permanent.

You pulled away from the kiss. Gar was grateful for you. You knew how to cheer him up even when he didn't realize that he needed it. You knew him better than he thought, and that was what his weakness was. You were his weakness.

"Believe me now? Garfield Logan?" You asked.

"I think I'm going to need another kiss, just to be sure."

"I think I can manage that."

[kodzuken-pie]

Good evening/morning/afternoon idk what time zone ur in exdjfj do you take seijoh requests? if so, could I request something where iwa is dating mattsuns twin and they're hiding it bc he's super protective of them but he finds out? w a happy ending pls! I love ur writing 🥺

[ A/N : I love this request so much omg 🥺 I’m so so so sorry this took so long 😔 I really hope you like it, thank you for requesting 💞 ]

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“Hey y/n” Iwaizumi said quietly.

“Hm? What is it Iwa-chan?” You say as you look up to meet his eyes.

He stops in his tracks and stares at you, making you stop walking as well. He had asked you to hangout with him that day and it wasn’t particularly weird since you two have been friends for awhile. What was weird was the way he had acted that day, getting flustered every time you brushed up against him and him blushing furiously at your actions.

“Is something wrong?” Curiosity laced in your tone.

His face turned red again and this made you want to tease him more. After all you were the only one who could tease him and not get yelled at. He hadn’t noticed the smirk on your face as you started pestering him about his previous behavior.

“Oh? What is this? Your face, it’s red? You started. “Iwa-chaaaaaaaan! Why are you flustered?” You added sounding childish. Continuing the torment, you had no idea what was about to happen.

He grabs your hand out of nowhere and pulls you close. Your faces were so close to each other that if you moved any closer, your lips would be touching. Now it was your turn to be flustered. It was silent for a while and his gaze became intense.

“Iwa?” You peeped.

“I like you y/n.” He says suddenly. “Like more than just friends.” He added.

“W-what?” You stuttered. “W-why me? W-wait?! Y-you, Are you s-serious?” Your face was red now.

“Yes, I’m very serious about this. I want you to be my girlfriend.” His resolve was clear.

Who knew that the two of you would have been a couple? Although You and Iwaizumi have been friends since the first day of school so it wasn’t that big of a surprise that you two would end up as a couple. Although the situation was a little rough since Matsukawa Issei was your twin brother. There had been so many times when he almost caught the two of you.

“Oh y/n and Iwa, what are you two doing here?” Issei asked, sitting between the two of you.

“Oh! Uh! Uhmmm….” you were thinking.

“I just thought I’d accompany her since she was just kinda sitting here by herself.” Iwaizumi says nonchalantly.

“We usually have lunch here together, I just thought I was going to get caught up with some stuff so I told her I wouldn’t be able to eat with her.” Your twin explains. “Thanks for eating lunch with her by the way.” Issei adds.

*jeez how can Hajime talk so casually?! We almost got caught AGAIN! I can’t believe he almost saw us kiss!! Gah! I told him we should be more careful, one of these days I swear Issei will see!* you thought to yourself, looking calm and listening to your brother and your boyfriend talk to each other casually.

This didn’t stop him though. Iwaizumi wanted to let everyone know that you were his and his only. It was hard to keep your relationship a secret because of this. Both of you have contemplated and discussed this topic so many times in your relationship.

“Princess, I can’t stand all these guys ogling at you. They need to know you’re mine.” He says, hugging you tightly.

“Hajime, you trust me right?” You say leaning your back into his chest.

“Of course I do. It’s these jerks I don’t trust.” He says, giving your ear a little nibble.

“Then it should be alright for now, yes?” You turn and look up at him.

You stare at him until he looks away, pouting while saying yes. He had come over to your house for a “study session” because you “needed help” with some homework you “couldn’t understand”. The two of you were sitting on your bed, your back against his chest while you were sitting in between his legs. He had his arms wrapped around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder.

The two of you always had time together like this since you knew that your brother would never come one your room unannounced. It was rare for Issei to disturb you when Iwaizumi was over so it was a surprise when he opened the door and he saw you and your boyfriend like that.

You’ve imagined every single scenario you could think of when your twin would finally get to know or discover the secret you’d been hiding from him. From him seeing you two be very affectionate to you finally sharing your secret.

“Ah , Issei! It’s not what it looks like!” or “Issei, Hajime and I are dating.”

But for some reason, you never thought that he would just waltz into your room without knocking, he would always knock before entering your room, especially when he knew that you were having a “study session” with Iwaizumi.

“Hey you two, I got some snacks I-“ He stops in his tracks as he looks up. “W-what are two doing?” The look on his face said it all.

Issei was in complete shock. He was frozen in place and so were you and your boyfriend. The room was quiet for a bit and the first one to break the silence was Iwaizumi.

“Mattsun, I can explain.” He says as he lets you go and swiftly gets up.

“You and y/n?? You and y/n…. You.. and….y/n…” Your twin repeated over and over.

“Issei?” You whispered. “Uhm… yeah, Hajime and I are a thing….” you trailed off.

“Oi! Say something will yah?” Iwaizumi exclaimed.

“That actually makes sense.” Issei says after a while. “Yeah. This is fine. Anyways, you guys want some snacks?” He asked, now unfazed by what he had just discovered.

“What?” You and your boyfriend said in unison.

“Wait so, you’re just cool with it?” You blurted out.

“Yeah, why?” Issei answered, opening a bag of chips.

“We kept it a secret from you for like a few months now.” Iwaizumi replied.

“And?” Your twin was unimpressed. “Look, I was surprised at first but then I realized that the two of you have become really close since our first year. At some point I knew that you two were probably going to get together like this someday and I’m cool with it. I trust you, Iwa-chan. I know you won’t hurt y/n like that.” He adds, sighing a little.

“You aren’t angry?” You squeaked, hiding behind your boyfriend.

“Of course not y/n. I can see that you two like each other a lot and like I said I knew this was going to happen someday.” He reassured you. “Now, do you guys want some of these snacks or what?” He asked again.

Both you and Hajime were dumbfounded by what Issei said. You two turned to look at each other, both looking astonished. Then you both broke into a smile, giggling a little. You took your brother's offer for the snacks and felt relief wash over you.

Ever since that day, your relationship with Hajime was made public and all those peering eyes were met with his intense gaze. He was finally able to show everyone that you were his and he was yours.

Years later, the two of you would look back at these moments and laugh. Now you two are happily married and are expecting a beautiful baby boy.

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