#literally started giggling like a mad man

[pretty-side-of-the-moon]

Hey how are you?, I saw your post asking for requests so here's one, can you make a Jason Grace Madly in Love with Reader, like he's in love with her because she makes him live longer and doesn't see him just for being a praetor or son of Jupiter, so Jason gets very jealous of the reader with some random boy, because she cancels some plans with Jason to go out with him and almost like in the song Heather by Conan Gray, but in the end Jason says he likes her and they end up together.

Thank you for your time and sorry if it was too long😭

I'll be soo honest I don't see Jason as the mad jealous type.. I think he's more silent dread. And sorry this took literally forever I feel aweful:((( and this is my first time writing for him...ever.... so sorry if the characterization is messed up :((

I hope this was somewhat worth the wait

Xoxo,

Pretty ♡♡♡

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You guys were friends. Or, he thought so, at least. He was never particularly good with friends. The only ones he'd ever really had were almost assigned to him. Waking up next to Piper and Leo, running camp Jupiter with Reyna, questing with the seven, even Nico only befriended him after Godly intervention.

So, he wasn't quite sure how close the two of you were. And now, he felt utterly foolishness.

He knew that you weren't his. But you had hung around him all week- and maybe he thought it was a little more than friendly.

But he thought wrong.

Cause his arm is around you now. And you're wearing his jacket. And you're laughing.

It's a sinking kind of disappointment, one that feels almost unreasonable. And he knew that.

You guys had been hanging out a lot. Enough that Jason had managed to fall hard. And you were supposed to spar with him again today. He was already there, five minutes early, like always, when one of your siblings had told him that you had to cancel to hang out with some guy.

That's all he was, Jason figured, some guy who needed a favor.

But it was clearly more than that now.

Cause you hadn't even looked at Jason during dinner, and now you were wearing that guy's jacket over your shoulders and giggling.

He left campfire early that night.

---

Jason really didn't mean to ignore you- it just kind of happened. If you were to ask someone with a psyche degree, they would probably call it some sort of defense mechanism.

He had been non-stop training for a week now, aside from time with leo and Piper, or meals. He wasn't great with coping.

And yeah, he did panic everytime you tried to talk to him- or scurry off when he saw you walking into the arena with one of your friends. But that wasn't because you did anything wrong...or so he said.

"I'm just busy. You know, I've just stopped training as much since I came to camp, and I need to get back on it."

"Oh.. well, let me know when we can hang out again?"

There was a small leap in his chest - maybe he really was just overthinking things. But.. you still seemed so fine without him. Like it didn't matter whether you were there or not.

He couldn't have been more wrong.

You paced your cabin, the music you'd put on had long since faded into the background.

"It's just so unlike him- I mean, he never just disappears.. I don't even know what I did wrong-"

Piper, who sat on your bed, criss cross applesauce, resting her chin on her hand, rolled her eyes again.

"And when did this start-? C'mon put the pieces together, hun." You glared at her.

"I canceled plans once. That can't seriously be it.. I mean.. it was just Conner!" You sighed, plopping down next to her. "I don't think that would be it.."

Piper groaned, "right, cause you canceled plans, and then Jason had to watch him give you googly eyes all night."

You sighed. "I don't get it. Why would he even care about that-? It's not like he... you know."

"I'm so, so, close to hitting you."

"Die."

"Talk to him, for my sake if nothing else."

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"Will you please just talk to her, man?" Leo watched Jason hit another dummy, "you've been ignoring her for like...how long?"

"Eight days." Jason mumbled.

"...that was weirdly fast. Do you want me to ask again so you can hesitate-?"

Jason shot him a look, but slowed.

"I just don't know, I mean...it's not like I want to ignore her, but she clearly doesn't like me like that, and I've been ignoring her too long to pretend that it's nothing."

Leo rolled his eyes.

"You could just tell her. She's upset, you know that, right?"

Jason paused.

"She is?"

Leo groaned, "oh my gods- dude, yes! Piper says she hasn't stopped worrying about it. Please- just tell her."

Jason slashed another dummy.

----

You and Jason met half way between your cabin and the arena. You froze when you saw him. And then he saw you, and did the same.

There was a short moment of you two staring at each other, blinking, breathing softly, and trying to formulate words.

You managed to speak first.

"I'm so sorry-"

"No, no it's not your fault-"

"No really, I didn't mean to cancel it just kind of happend-"

"I'm sorry I got so...butthurt."

That made you pause, then blink, and then laugh. Soft, really. More like a chuckle or a giggle. But suddenly the walls were down, and he was laughing too.

"Jason...no, you can be upset. I feel like a asshole." You managed.

"Don't- I just...i got scared that you..." he hesitated, and swallowed, "that you didn't feel like I did. Like I do." He was almost whispering. "It's- It's okay if you don't, really. I just- I'm inlove with you."

Silence.

You blinked once. Twice.

And then you kissed him.

And then his hands were on your waist and you were both laughing again.

And then his lips were on yours again.

Poor guy, he couldn't stop smiling long enough to kiss you properly.

[yourstrulyrani]

husband!simon riley

a/n: AHH my first work so exciting! anyways i have currently been a hopeless romantic so what better way to cope than by making some headcanons about my fav mancunian?

husband!simon riley who ABSOLUTELY adores it when you wear his camo hoodie that has his last name 'RILEY' splayed on the back of it. the way the hoodie falls to your knees because the man is built like a tank and his clothes, especially this hoodie, proves it.

husband!simon riley who not only wears his wedding band, but tattooed your initials on his ring finger. he understands the wedding band is already a symbol but "love, i need something permanent."

husband!simon riley who rarely brings work home. he's completely different on base or on missions. he's a killer, a strategic soldier who completes his missions and does it effortlessly. but when he comes home, he's just your simon. he is your husband, a man deeply in love and devoted to you. he doesn't like to talk about his missions. he doesn't want you to worry. he would much rather whisper sweet words in your ear as his face is nuzzled perfectly between your shoulder and neck.

husband!simon riley who loves touching you. when you're cooking, he wraps his muscular arms from behind around your waist. when you're lounging on the couch, he has his large hand on your thigh, massaging and appreciating the softness. when you're fast asleep, he makes sure to move closer, running his fingers through your hair being careful not to tangle or damage it during the process. he thinks being able to touch you is an honor. it grounds him knowing that you're real.

husband!simon riley who NEVER lets you pay for anything. it's not to make you feel you are incapable of managing the finances. instead, he just wants you to be comfortable enough to not worry about money. all the bills are payed by him, groceries, and even your subscriptions. he makes sure you know his bank information and made you an authorized user on his card. "i have money, sweetheart, so just let me take care of you. you're mine. you deserve it."

husband!simon riley who thinks it's hot when you get mad. he still has yet to know why. but he thinks it's something about the way you have so much temper in your little self you could "start world war 3 if you wanted to, lovie."

husband!simon riley who loves seeing you with kids. his relationship with his parents wasn't the best: an abusive father and a distant mother. he never even wanted kids until you came into his life. he feared becoming like his dad. but with your reassurance and seeing the way your eyes brighten and your giggles get louder every time you're with kids.. he now doesn't mind having some mini rileys around the house. when he develops baby fever, in the deep of the night with you asleep softly against him, he thinks about your belly swollen and your body womanly with the baby you two will love deeply.

(i literally need him so bad now this isn’t funny okay bye let me go watch the australian grand prix)

~ yours truly, rani ♥︎

[hsnlv]

🧸ྀི - jaeyun and his (cute) jealousy issues?

pairing: husband!jake x wife!reader • pls mind the fact that this is an actual (almost) teeth-rotting fluff!

a/n: im actually tooo lazy to make a proper layout for this one but enjoy it regardless! reblogs and comments are highly appreciated 🎀here’s my masterlist!🎀

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you honestly have no idea what is going on with your husband lately.

jake’s usually the most easygoing, playful person you know — the kind of guy who laughs at his own jokes and kisses you on the forehead whenever he walks past. but lately? he’s been a walking storm cloud, and you’re starting to feel like you’re married to a grumpy old man instead of the golden retriever boy you fell in love with.

it started small — sighs when you took a little longer getting the baby to sleep, huffs when you missed dinner because the baby needed you. then it got worse. now, he snaps over everything.

tonight is no different.

“it’s just laundry, jake,” you sigh, leaning against the armrest of the couch as he paces like he’s on a mission to wear a hole in the carpet.

“just laundry?” he scoffs, running a hand through his hair. “the whole load smells like mildew now! that’s like… five shirts! gone!”

“you have fifty more in the closet,” you deadpan.

he opens his mouth to argue, then closes it with a glare.

you watch him, eyes narrowing. this isn’t about laundry. you’re sure of it. he’s been like this for weeks — tense, restless, snappy over the tiniest things. and every time you ask, he just mumbles “i’m fine” and stomps off like a teenager grounded from his xbox.

you’re tired of it.

“jake,” you say carefully, sitting up straighter. “can you please tell me what’s going on with you? you’ve been weird for days.”

“i’m not weird.”

“you’re literally brooding.”

“i’m not brooding.”

“you’re pacing dramatically and sighing like you’re in a sad music video.”

“i’m not—” he stops mid-step, glaring at you again. “i’m not brooding.”

you stare him down, crossing your arms.

“jaeyun.”

his jaw clenches.

“it’s nothing,” he mutters, turning away.

“jake,” you try again, voice softer now. “i’m your wife. talk to me.”

he doesn’t respond.

you sigh, running a hand through your hair. okay. plan b it is.

“if you don’t tell me what’s wrong,” you say slowly, “i’m going to assume it’s something ridiculous.”

he snorts. “yeah, sure.”

“like… you’re mad because i finished the last of the cereal.”

“what? no.”

“or because i didn’t let you buy that life-sized iron man figure last week.”

“hey, that would’ve been cool.”

“or,” you pause dramatically, “you’re jealous of the baby.”

silence.

jake freezes.

your eyes widen.

oh. my. god.

“…you’re jealous of the baby?” you whisper, half in shock, half on the verge of laughing.

“no,” he says quickly — too quickly.

you gasp. “you are!”

“i’m not jealous of our kid!” he protests, turning red.

you stand up slowly, like you’re piecing together the biggest mystery of the century.

“oh my god. that’s why you’re acting like this? because i pamper her too much?”

he groans, dragging his hands down his face.

“it’s not — i didn’t mean —” he stumbles over his words, looking mortified.

you can’t stop the laugh that bubbles out of you.

“jake,” you giggle, stepping closer to him. “are you seriously mad because i give the baby more attention than you?”

he groans louder, tipping his head back like he’s praying for the earth to swallow him whole.

“you do, though!” he finally bursts out, voice high-pitched and frustrated. “you kiss her all the time! you hold her, cuddle her, play with her — and i’m just… here! i get, like, one kiss a day now, and even that’s a forehead kiss while you’re half asleep!”

he’s full-on pouting now, looking like a kicked puppy.

you bite your lip, trying so hard not to laugh again.

“jaeyun,” you whisper, stepping closer to cup his cheeks. his face is warm under your hands. “are you seriously telling me you’re jealous of our three-month-old daughter?”

“i’m not jealous,” he grumbles, but his voice cracks. “i just… miss you. i miss when you looked at me the way you look at her. i miss cuddling without a baby monitor going off. i miss being the one you kiss all the time.”

your heart squeezes so hard it almost hurts.

you stare at him, his brows furrowed, lips downturned in the saddest little frown — and you realize he’s not even mad. he’s just hurt.

“oh, jaeyun,” you whisper, your voice softening. you pull him into a hug, feeling him melt into you instantly.

“i love you,” you murmur into his shoulder, holding him tight. “so much. you’re not in second place. you’re my first everything — first love, first choice, first home. you’re my person. and yeah, i’m obsessed with our baby, but that doesn’t mean i stopped being obsessed with you.”

he doesn’t say anything for a second — just squeezes you tighter, his face buried in your neck.

“i’m still mad about the laundry,” he mumbles.

you snort.

“you’ll live.”

he laughs, finally, and the sound is so warm and familiar that it makes your heart swell.

and from that moment on, jake doesn’t even try to hide how clingy he is.

he follows you around the house like a lost puppy, wrapping his arms around your waist whenever you’re cooking or cleaning. if you’re sitting down, he’s immediately in your lap — or pulling you into his. he whines when you get up, pouts when you leave the room, and steals every possible kiss he can.

“jaeyun, i have to go check on the baby,” you giggle as he tugs you back onto the couch for the third time that afternoon.

“she’s sleeping,” he huffs, nuzzling into your neck. “she gets you all day. i get you now.”

“you’re ridiculous.”

“yeah, but you love me.”

“unfortunately.”

he gasps dramatically. “take that back!”

“make me.”

he tackles you onto the couch, smothering you with kisses until you’re both breathless with laughter.

and honestly? you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[invincibledc]

ִ ࣪✮🕷✮⋆˙𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐌𝚰𝐋𝐘 𝐗 𝐒𝐏𝚰𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑ִ ࣪✮🕷✮⋆˙

Protege of Peter Parker, in their dimension/universe, Peter Parker use to babysit them. But due to the curious mind of a fourteen year old, they followed Peter when he left them. Thinking that they were asleep but really was following him. Looking over a cornered they didn’t notice a spider crawling its way to them in weird colors. It bites them, making them yelp. That currently caused the attention of a certain spider human who webs then up. Long story short, y/n whines to be his sidekick, I mean who wouldn’t want to help THE Spiderman! And especially when he use to watch them.

And you became Webster, you’re still working on the name. But still! You found out how the spider you got hit by gave you powers… but it’s kinda freaky to shoot out your own webs..

It all happened when you were patrolling with Parker, making small little web cobs in your neat spider suit that apparently was made by some stark guy. He’s kinda like an uncle to you perhaps? Like those rich uncles that let you go crazy and but whatever you want to just get you out of his hair.

Either way, your adhd is off the charts as you suddenly focus due to a very loving smack to the back of your head. The patrol goes wonderful, with just webbing up muggers, thugs, and robbers.

Dusting your hands off, smirking behind your expressive lenses of your mask, you couldn’t help but web a guy to a wall.

“Better think twice before mugging innocent civilians!” The mugger grunted with annoyance. “You little sh—” you web his mouth shut, cupping your ear. “What’s that? Yeah let’s not, we’re keeping this friendly.” You then looked at yourself that’s holding your device reading this as of now. Yes you. You pointed to yourself, but let’s stop breaking this wall. “Can’t believe this guy is actually wanting to ruin this. I mean can you believe it?!”

The mugger gave you a weird look as you were.. talking to yourself? He struggled against the webs, you finished your monologue and web swing off. “Bye bye mug man!” Childish giggling was echoed into the air.

“Man! Another night another— PORTAL?!” You looked to see a weird portal infront of you. You let go of your web, going to shoot it at another lamp post to avoid it. I mean literally, it wasn’t the usual portal Miguel would forced open for you. But the portal said “SIKE!” and grabbed you up.

Now here you are in some dark city that looks like New York… but more gloomy and stinks! Covering your nose through your mask, you gagged. “Ugh! Is this how it smells when changing babies diapers?” You walked around, before web shooting. As you were web swinging, you pulled out your less dominant arm and looked at the watch to contact anyone.

“Wonder if I can contact Peter from here..” you swung yourself into a street lamp, landing with a crouching formation. You dial around the thingy, “cmonnn.” Nothing. Groaning annoyed, you covered your face into your hands. You then looked at the readers reading this now.

“It’s not like I’m gonna be in some trouble in the top of five minutes.” You smiled as you gave the readers a peace sign before swinging off.

“WHY DID I JINX MYSELF!” You exclaimed, swinging through anything your webs can grab onto. You were being chased some 10 year old! You’re fourteen for crying out loud, no way you are being chased by some midget, but this kid got a katana! And the only person you know that has a katana is either Deadpool or your best friend who idolizes DP.

Each web was cut down with these bat shaped boomerangs or whatever you thought they were. You didn’t care, not at all. Only thing you cared for was just surviving this angry kid who got mad at you calling him a so called “midget”. You started to get tired, swinging yourself around a corner and hiding behind a dumpster. You listened closely to footsteps, for a few minutes you don’t hear anything.

Lettting out a breath of relief, you get up. “Hah, no one can catch the ultimate spider—” and you were captured in a net. The boy with a R on his costume glared behind his mask. “You’re infuriating.” “Hey that’s a big word for you.” Being cocky, the kid kicked your rib which made you groan. Okay, now you wish you had spider senses. You were then dragged to some cave?

So…. Why in the world where you tied up by some kid with a katana. And why were they’re like four other guys staring them down weirdly.

What’s going on?!

[puptrefied]

　I personally think vander got used to having quiet, gentle sex and by that I mean grinding through clothes late at night.

doesn't matter the position, he's gonna rub against you and groan into your neck until he cums fully clothed because he doesn't want to risk waking up the kids.

yeah, his underwear and pants end up a mess and so do yours but he can't help it ! if he were to actually fuck you he knows he's gonna be so loud :< like come on, this man is 200cm tall, he is big everywhere which makes having regular sex in secret a bit ( really ) hard.

he's heavy and his movements—as controlled as they can get—are going to make the bed creak anyways; he has tried most positions to help with that issue. doggy? self explanatory, he goes feral. missionary is nice, he gets a full view of how your pussy stretches out to accommodate the thickness of his cock but that makes him lose his mind. sideways will always make the bed move. riding him has an issue similar to missionary, he gets to see and feel you taking him deeper so he can't help but moan loud. ( he's just a man, okay? )

surprisingly it started in a nonsexual situation.

you sitting on his lap, playing with the hair on the back of his head as he stroked your back, nails mindlessly scratching over the fabric of the shirt. comfortable silence in the bedroom as you two cuddled half asleep. he wasn't turned on to begin with, he really planned on holding you close until his mind decided to shut down, but after weeks of no intimacy—both too fucking tired to do more than kisses in bed—a long day at the bar and the kids already asleep leaving you alone… he couldn't resist.

free hand grabbing the plush of your hip to veeeery slowly move you back and forth against his lap, slow enough that it wouldn't ruin the gentle moment. he was a bit worried you'd get mad or something for thinking with his dick in the middle of lovey-dovey time but that quiet hum on his neck and the feeling of you also moving on your own told him enough.

strong arms wrapping around your waist as soon as you take care of the grinding part, holding tight onto you while lazily pressing kisses on the top of your head and whatever place he can reach. he is so clingy he needs to hold you even while fucking. I mean, he has a pretty girl all to himself being a sweetheart, how could he resist?

sure, he wants to feel you wrapped around him all wet and warm for hours but he's more than satisfied with just this for now. ( even if the cum on his boxers isn't so satisfying and pleasurable the next morning once it's dry… )

doesn't matter if now, years later, the kids moved out and powder spends the nights at her hideout more than her own room meaning you both got the house to yourselves. he still needs a little grinding while cuddling every now and then.

“you don't have to stay quiet,” the breathless giggle you let out going straight to his lower belly as he peppers kisses all over your neck and jaw, his hands running up and down your thighs. his own breath arrhythmic at the feeling of you pressing down and moving against his clothed cock, literally makes him throb. the way your body feels even without being naked is heavenly.

“I know,” he groaned into your skin, palm sliding under your shirt to tug you closer. god, how he loves having the love of his life on his lap anytime he wants to. every night, every morning, every evening with no complains. “just...let me enjoy it some more.”

he must have been a damn saint in his previous life to live such a wonderful one today.

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[bunni-v1]

Phainon the Pussy Eating King

🍓I gotta get it off my chest.

Tw: Overstim; Squirting (yes); Voyerism (mentioned); NSFW

Info: Phainon x Reader; Reader has a pussy but otherwise isn’t gendered; Blurbs; Incoherent Ramblings of a Man Gone Mad

MDNI

If there is anyone in Amphorus that is good at eating pussy, it’s Phainon. While he isn’t very experienced in the realm of sexual encounters, he’s just as eager to learn as he is in any other capacity. He lives to please, he says, and aims for nothing but the best when it comes to your pleasure. It’s just the kinda guy he is.

He discovers very quickly that he likes eating you out, maybe a bit too much to be normal. Something about it just seems to hit all the right spots in his brain that makes his body hum with delight. The noises you make, the heat of your skin beneath his hands, the way you squeeze him so tight and tug at his hair like a life line, your sweet smell that has him feeling dizzy, and not to mention the sticky syrupy juices that he finds himself getting drunk off of each and every time. He’s surrounded by nothing but signs of your pleasure, and it’s quite literally all he could ever want from sex — he doesn’t care what happens to himself anyway.

He eager like a puppy each time, hoping, praying to the gods you’ll let him go down on you. Allow him taste that glimpse of heaven between your legs and hear the sighs of angels from your mouth. Which you do, every time, because how could you say no when he’s just so excited to make you feel good?

He starts slow, working his way down from your lips, kissing across your jaw. He pays special attention to your neck, sucking a few pretty marks for himself to admire later. Peeling your clothes off all the while, needing the contact of skin on skin like he needs air to breathe. He always takes time to suck on your nipples, enjoying their texture beneath his tongue. They’re so small, and so very sensitive as he bites them. The way you squirm at the warmth of his mouth has him losing his mind with pride.

By then, though, he’s already grown impatient. It doesn’t take much more teasing before he’s settling himself between your legs. His sting calloused hands grasp at your thighs, spreading them open to reveal the shining pearl between them. Perhaps it might embarrass you, but he can’t help but stare for a moment. Admiring the view below him with a proud smile. You were already drooling from his earlier teasing, and the shimmering juices just made you look so much prettier. Ah, yes, this was his pussy. The prettiest pussy in all the lands, his to love and care for like the good man he was.

He’ll drag a finger up from your slit, collecting juices on its tip, and press it up and up until it’s right at that little bud of pleasure. He smiles when you jerk your legs, unable to move from his strong grasp. He takes that very same finger and sucks on it, moaning at the taste — as if it were the finest delicacy in all of Amphorus. To him, it very much was.

After the first taste it doesn’t take much longer for him to swallow you whole. Licking his tongue up in the same path his finger took, giggling when you keen. He presses it flat against your clit, watching you intently with those ungodly focused blues eyes. Then, without warning, he begins his unending assault on your pussy.

He alternated between lapping at your folds like a dog and sucking your clit as if it could pull your very soul into his being. He’s messy, you can feel the mix of cum and spit dribbling down to the sheets but he doesn’t seem to care that he’s absolutely covered in your juices. He’ll moan his enjoyment against you shamelessly, muttering sweet words you can’t quite make out between the sounds of slurping.

It’s nice like that for the first three orgasms, his eagerness is a force to be reckoned with and one that you benefit from. However, he doesn’t stop at just three. No he needs just one more. “You can do it, c’mon starlight~” How one more turned into another three more, you’re not sure, but you’re absolute jelly beneath him and he’s still lapping you up like you’re his last meal. Still just as energetic and enthusiastic as when you started.

When you try to push him away, he’ll pull you closer. You’re no match for his sheer strength, so struggling is futile. “No running,” He’ll hum, strong hands keeping your thighs firmly in place around his head, and even if you do manage to get away he’ll follow you with his mouth like a brainwashed slave, only made to service you and nothing else. Your whining and whimpering only motivate him further, needing to hear more of those noises fall from those blessed lips. Say his name like a mantra, praise him for how good he makes you feel, he thrives off it.

Ah, but he doesn’t just use his mouth. His fingers are also very skilled at what they do. He’s memorized your body with the calloused tips alone, and he knows all the right ways to make you cum. His fingers are thick and long, reaching places you can’t deep inside. So as he sucks on your swollen clit, his fingers curl against your g-spot relentlessly. They won’t stop after you’ve cum, still urging you on, fucking you through your orgasm until he gets what he wants from you.

It’s all too much, the sensations he builds deep within your core. The overstimulation would drive a normal person absolutely mad, but the smile on his face as you squirt all over him is more than enough to make up for the torture he puts you through. His charming grin is made all the more irresistible with his face covered by your juices, praises falling from his lips. “You did so good,” “I’m so proud of you,” “You’re so perfect.”

He likes to play a little game with himself, to see just how many times he can get you to squirt for him in one session. It’s for his own ego, mostly, but the way your face contorts in pleasure is enough for him to justify it in his brain.

And, of course, these sessions are rarely short. He could go on and on for hours just between your legs lapping you up. It’s an obsession of his and his greatest means of relieving stress. Unfortunately, he can get a little… carried away and very frequently forgets about his responsibilities when buried between your folds.

Too many times has he missed important meetings with friends, or forgotten about a task he was meant to complete, all because he was too focused on you. It leads to many situations where his friends come looking for him, and have to turn tail when they hear your unending wailing.

The bolder of them (Mydei) have disregarded it and waltzed right in, expecting him to be shameful (which he usually is after the fact). But Phainon, sweetheart that he is, is anything but shameful. He takes pride in being the reason you fall apart like this, in being your other half, and he’s almost leaping at the opportunity to prove just how good he is to you.

He locks eyes with the intruder, almost begging them to stay and watch. There is something so very titillating about someone else seeing how good he makes you feel — especially someone he has a form of rivalry with. It’s like he’s taunting Mydei, saying “Look at what I have, look at what I can do, can you do this?”

Wether or not that goes anywhere I’ll leave to another day, but Phainon is good at his job. He’s earned himself the title of best pussy eater in Amphorus, and if I were him I would be just as cocky and egotistical about it too.

[lazysoulwriter]

hands on him. - pedro pascal.

requested! thank you. ♡ content: Pedro Pascal x wife!reader, established relationship, social media chaos, fans notice her always grabbing his ass in public (red carpets, candids, etc), cracky fluff, mutual obsession, chaotic married love

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It started as a joke.

A harmless, silly little Twitter thread titled: “why is Pedro Pascal’s wife always grabbing his ass?”

And then came the photos.

A red carpet shot — your hand planted firmly on one cheek as he leaned in to whisper something in your ear. A pap photo from a stroll in NYC — oversized hoodies, sunglasses, hand still there. A blurry fan pic from the Venice airport — Pedro dragging a suitcase, your hand sliding down to give him a squeeze.

The internet lost its mind.

“i wanna be THAT comfortable with someone” “she’s living the dream and i respect her” “me too girl. me too.” “pedro looks so unbothered and so FED” “this man is never cold bc she always has him in hand” “her hand is literally a registered accessory at this point”

The thread went viral in under a day.

Pedro found it first.

He was scrolling through his phone in bed beside you, giggling to himself while you applied night cream.

“What?” you asked.

He turned the screen toward you, smirking. “You’ve been exposed.”

You blinked. “What did I do now?”

He tapped the photo. “My ass, apparently.”

You laughed so hard you had to sit down on the bed.

“Pedro—! I didn’t think anyone noticed.”

He raised a brow. “Didn’t notice? Babe, you treat it like a damn handlebar.”

You gasped, mock offended. “It’s your fault for having such a great one!”

“Oh, I’m not mad.” He slid an arm around your waist, tugging you onto his lap. “I’m just saying — the internet has officially caught on to your behavior.”

“And what do you think of my behavior?” you asked sweetly, fingers already slipping under his shirt.

He shrugged, biting back a smile. “I think you better keep it up.”

A week later, during another red carpet appearance, a reporter dared to ask:

“So, what do you think about your wife becoming a meme for always touching your—”

Pedro didn’t even let them finish.

He grinned. “She’s got excellent taste.”

You? You just smiled for the cameras and gave his ass a casual, loving pat.

As. You. Should.

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ghost as a dad ( part two ) [ simon riley ]

part one | part three

- Definitely takes your eldest to base when she can walk small distances with him on occasion.

- He literally crouches down and holds her little hands. Her doe eyes wandering everywhere, a pinch of awe and a little bit of fear but when she looks at her dad she gains the courage to continue.

- Definitely calls her, ‘pumpkin’, ‘princess’, and other things that has uncle Soap like a puppy dog.

- Johnny is the only person he trusts with her on base- he is your kids’ god father, along with Simon’s brother, Tommy.

- When Simon notices her getting sluggish, “Come on, sweet pea,” holding her with caution as she has the nerve to bonk him on the nose when talking to his superiors, “what has mummy been teachin’ ya, huh?” Not mad at all, impressed even- she had an impressive right hook for such tiny hands.

- Her head shook, “Not mama, dada,” her finger pointed over to someone, “It was Soapy…” Simon had been on the verge of hysterical laughter but contained himself- remembering the encounter later that day. Even telling you over dinner.

- He has two personalities when your son is born, maybe it was because of his abusive childhood that drove him to leave home but he had a mental block after learning the baby was a boy.

- All of his worry melted away in the delivery room- Simon was the first to hold his baby boy. Something he’d missed with your daughter.

- He decided to be a better father figure to his son than his dad. The BEST father figure even if it fucking killed him.

- Simon’s mother was watching your little girl at home. It was the afternoon that you went into labour. 6 hours down the line it was over and you were hell bent on getting back home.

- Simon takes care of the nitty gritty for the first fortnight, while you get proper rest.

- He rarely sleeps while deployed so he’s used to taking the night shift on. Until your stubborn ass gets him to allow you to take it and that he doesn’t need to do that every night of the week.

- Simon gets his best sleep when your daughter crawls between you in the middle of the night.

- His heart breaks when he sees this little blonde haired figure swaddled in a fluffy blanket waddle through the door he leaves ajar for this exact reason. “What’s wrong, pumpkin?”

- She shuffles over to him, blanket falling at her feet as she jumps into his open arms, “Couldn’t sweep, dada,” Clung to him like a koala bear.

- He gives a gentle boop onto her nose, making her giggle, “Guess you’re gonna have to sleep ‘ere then…” Plopping her down in the middle and giving her one of his pillows.

- She’s such a deep sleeper- good when the baby cries but a nightmare trying to wake her up without getting kicked. She was her dad through and through. Down to the brown eyes, to the little mannerisms she has.

- When she starts nursery, Simon is on school duty. He loves making sure his little girl gets there safe and sound. Ditching the car parked near the packed nursery before walking hand in hand with his pumpkin.

- You wait in the car on the first day, with your boy in his car seat in the back of the Land Rover. In tears watching this 6’5” man crouching down to hold his four-year-old’s daughter’s hand.

- When he returned to the car, his hand at the back of your head dragging you into a breathtaking kiss. You were taken aback, “What was that for?” Said between laughs.

- Tears trapped in his gentle eyes, “You gave me the best kids,” your fingers brushed by his lips before he held them in his, “Thank you…”

- Definitely hangs whatever artwork your girl does on the fridge, praising her macaroni art pieces.

- Gets a call while on base, “Mr Riley?” He acknowledges it’s him. “Hiya, it’s the nursery… there’s been a situation. Y/D/N has gotten into a scuffle with one of the boys…”

- “Is she okay? She hurt?” He blurted out and did the maths on how quickly he could get to his daughter. Not caring how this looked to the other guys.

- “No, Y/D/N punched one of the boys in the face. They were picking on her, when’s the soonest you can pick her up?” He had to hold that laughter, reign it back in a cough.

- “I’ll be there in ten…” He hung up the phone, now giving a small chuckle.

- Price is the first to speak up, “What’s got you so happy, Riley?”

- “Y/D/N just punched a bully in the face…”

- Gaz raised a brow, “That’s a good thing?”

- “I’ve never so proud in my life…”

- He goes to the nursery, doing an act in front of the staff before they get to the car, “Don’t be mad at me, dada…” His heart crushed as she said that, as if he would ever be mad at her.

- “No more punchin’, okay? Call ‘em a prick instead, alright?” Then he turned to her fully. Fist outstretched to her, instead of bumping it she slapped his knuckles. He’d have to teach how to fist bump, “Don’t let people pick on ya… I’m always here…”

- The next day, you received a call. From the nursery… telling both you and Simon to come in.

- Simon carried your son, sound asleep on his dad’s arms. You could tell the staff were maybe a little intimidated by your husband. You were before you discovered he was such a kid under that tough exterior.

- His eyes softer than they had ever been looking at his children, “What’ve you done now, missy?” You studied her features, so much of you in her but that look was all Simon. Determined and a slight scowl, yeah that was Si alright.

- “Y/D/N called one of the other children, something beginning with ‘P’ and ending in ‘Rick’,” Something told you she had some influence from her father.

- He fist-bumped your daughter when you were walking back to the car. You’d have a word with Simon later that day but for that moment. To see him so at peace and her little smile… you wouldn’t spoil that for the world.

- When your son was four years old, you saw the difference with how Simon treated the pair. He instilled kindness in him, took him to football games with the members of 141.

- It affects Simon to be away from them during deployments but you’re the best mother to them. He couldn’t ask for a better partner.

- He lets the kids colour in his tattoos… a pink skull on his arm… green fire… they used sharpie/permanent markers. During deployment it breaks his heart to see the colours fade, he contemplates filling them back in but he says to himself, “Gotta get home so the kiddos can do it…”

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[haostea]

seventeen bf headcanons

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: seventeen members as boyfriends

masterlist

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➺❥ seungcheol

absolutely boyfriend material

such a cuddle bug

always looking to hold and cuddle you

treats you so well, complete princess treatment

would quite literally do anything for you, just say you want it and it's yours

so attentive too, always listens to you, with undivided attention

will surprise you with gifts, and you're all confused because you only mentioned it once the day before

his money is your money, you will never have to pay another bill

will take you out all the time (totally not just so he can see you all dressed up)

he's actually so obsessed with you

will always try to make time for you, even with his busy schedule, trying to make sure you can see each other at least once per day

opening doors? not on his watch. touching a wheel? honey just sit back and relax. shopping? you are never holding a bag

taking you everywhere you desire, say the word he's ready to drive

and his hand will be on your thigh, quite literally all. of. the. time.

overall very good bf, very much in love with you

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➺❥ jeonghan

so sweet but also the most annoying thing ever

i can see him being very cuddly but not to much

first in the morning where he's all sleepy, with the most loving look in his eyes, or at night when you are going to bed is when he is the most cuddly

very sweet during these moments, absolutely clinging to you, and rubbing up and down your waist and back

so giddy when you kiss him or are sweet back to him

loves moments like these, but eventually when he gets enough you will end up with a bite mark on your arm

he does not like you being mad at him, he either finds it cute, or is apologizing and going "aigooo," with a pout on his lips

very playful with you, i could see him randomly tickling you just for giggles

if it becomes to much, just give him a look and threaten to take away cuddles, he will stop immediately

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➺❥ joshua

this man is husband. material.

an absolute gentleman

holding doors open for you, driving you everywhere, paying for everything, sidewalk rule

but that is not even all of it, he is the actual definition of above and beyond, bare minimum? what is that? joshua only knows how to make you fall in love and swoon, not even batting an eye

so big on hand kisses, or gestures like giving you his arm when you're walking, or opening your car door holding his arm out to you

is always planning out dates, picnics, restaurants, aquariums, you name it he's making a reservation weeks in advance

so so so domestic, loves waking up with you in the morning, and getting ready to start the day

absolutely self-care nights, propping you up on the counter and you putting a facemask on him

loves to slow dance with you, definitely humming the song into your ear, dipping you then finishing it off with a kiss

big fan of cuddling with you in his arms, probably more traditional with you laying on his chest, but he loves it as he can hum songs and give you little kisses

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➺❥ junhi

so so silly, never a dull moment with him

very sweet, and very affectionate

loves coming up behind you and giving you hugs, and loves to hold hands, swinging them, and also doing the thumb thing

loves when he can make you love, seeing your smile makes him so happy

big on little pet names and nicknames, will probably never call you by your name

definitely giving you some chinese names, or some cheesy ones that you can't help but giggle at

you're definitely his safe space, will always go to you when he is feeling down and upset, just pulling you in and laying his head on you

lazy days are some of his absolute favorites, where you guys can just be together all day, dozing off and cuddling

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➺❥ soonyoung

this man actually loves you so much, his only goal in life is to make you smile and laugh

babies you so so much, spoiling you until you're sick of it

cannot stand seeing you upset, will do anything in his power to wipe the frown off of your face

he's so random too

be prepared to get little texts and updates about his day

"i just saw this flower and it reminded me of you"

"practice was good, but i miss you :("

"baby, can we make kimchi later?"

lives for kisses, needs at least 5 per day or he will get so pouty and upset

just give him a few when he gets like that, and he will bounce right back

i feel like he would be very giddy when going to bed, but at soon as you run a hand through his hair he is out like a light

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➺❥ wonwoo

now this is a very calm relationship

i don't think he is very clingy, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't like to cuddle and be with you

he tend to not need as much physical attention, as he likes quality time more, just being in your presence, but you both are doing your own activities

i could see him coming up behind you giving you a hug and a kiss on the top of your head before he leaves

he is for sure always looking at you fondly, his body language and his eyes will tell you everything you need to know about how much he loves you

also very into shoulder kisses, especially when he sleepy

you cooking breakfast in the kitchen then feeling arms wrap around you waist with kisses and mumbles in your shoulder

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➺❥ jihoon

expresses his love for you through his writing

you’re his muse for sure, i mean who else would he be writing all of these love songs about?

we all known he doesn't talk to much, but when talking about music, especially to you, he could go on and on

like wonwoo, i see him having quality time as his love language

meaning inviting you to the studio to just be with you, going out to dinners and being able to talk to you, in the morning both going about getting ready

i feel like he would give good advice, where he can calm you down, with you left wondering why you were even upset

doesn't like fighting, so will always try and talk it out with you, but will respect you if you need some time alone

absolutely loves the simple domestic life, just knowing that you have a shared space makes him very happy

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➺❥ minghao

the absolute sweetest relationship

like wonwoo i think this is going to be very calming, but can also be a bit more hyper when needed/wanted

he's definitely more simple and traditional with relationships, where he should be the one paying for things, and you should feel free to rely on him and talking to hi about anything

huge on fashion so would love if you let him pick out some of your outfits or ask for his opinion

his closet is your closet, so i could see some clothing being shared if you are around the same height

he's way more into calling, facetiming, and leaving notes rather than texting, he just thinks it's a lot more personal

getting into deep conversations with him is a nightly occurrence, he loves being able to talk to you about everything and anything, especially with the depth you guys get with the conversation, very intimate to him

very very attentive, always looking at you when your talking with very good eye contact and full attention on you

loves kissing you but also in private, i don't think he likes pda that much, but will will offer you his arm or hand when walking

also a big gentleman, you won't have to pay for anything, hold a door, or ever drive again

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➺❥ mingyu

he's the biggest baby omg

he loves loves loves cuddling and physical affection, his love language is 100% physical touch

he's always back hugging you and kissing your cheek

don't even try getting out of his grip in the morning or at night because he will not be letting go, he will cling on to you for dear

he only knows sleeping with you, so when he's away for you it takes him much longer for him to sleep, because he just stays up thinking about you

life, putting all of his weight on you so you can't get up

he definitely loves cooking for you, and will become so shy if you compliment him

a sweetheart, will not move if you are sleeping on him, or if your in bed he is the type to join you, or prepare food for when you wake up

probably doesn't mind pda, but obviously there's an extent, the most he will do is holding hands, a quick hug, or a quick peck on your cheek/head

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➺❥ dokyeom

this man is absolutely loves you with his whole heart

literally has heart eyes for you, even if you are just reading a book or making a cup of tea

big on pet names like jun, will only ever call you by one that he makes up, you are no longer known by your name

and he definitely would love if you used some back, especially if they are personalized and special

kissing you is one of his favorite things, he quite literally cannot get enough of it

you will have to pry him off you because he will not stop if you don't

takes pictures of you without you noticing, because he loves saving memories, and he definitely has an album dedicated to you

will take you to the beach, arcade, picnics, walks, just so he can takes some pictures and make memories with you

everything to him has some sort of meaning, so every gift he gives you will hold so much of him in it

he for sure has a shoebox filled with every note, letter, card, etc. that you have ever given him

loves holding you close to him, and admiring you

100% serenades you, will randomly follow you into rooms singing his heart out, will also offer you his hand to dance

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➺❥ seungkwan

where do i even start? he is your boyfriend, bestfriend, but also the most annoying person ever all in one

there will never be a dull moment with this man, he's always entertaining you in some way

making things interesting is his specialty, so conversations will always have you intrigued

is so weird, like he'll push you away playfully telling you he needs to sleep, then in the morning he's clinging to you like a koala?

i don't think he's to physically affectionate, especially in public, but if you give him a quick peck on his cheek he will be blushing profusely

very stubborn if he doesn't get his way, but at the end of the day he really doesn't care that much, and just wants the both of you to be happy

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➺❥ vernon

your relationship consists of memes and tiktoks being sent to each other

such the type of bf to send you everything he thinks is funny, or anything that reminds him of you

he's so random too, would definitely say something so sweet and personal like "you make me the happiest i've ever been," then continue laughing at random tiktoks about cats

not the biggest on physical affection, just needs to get used to it, one of his favorite things to do is link pinkies, or put an arm around your shoulder

even though he won't really show it, he does love you so much, loves kissing you and giving you little pecks

thinks you are absolutely adorable while you sleep, and he definitely takes a few pictures so he can look at then when he's away :(

he's also the type of bf to just follow you around when shopping, holding your purse, and carrying any bags that you have

his family, especially his sister love you for sure, they know you make him so happy

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➺❥ chan

he's literally the biggest sweetheart ever

big big gentleman, will always hold your bags for you, open doors, drive you anywhere (hands will always be interlocked)

amazing at eye contact, has literal hearts for pupils, and gives you his undivided attention

it isn't hard for someone to see how much he loves you as he's always looking at you when your around

he's so whipped for you but he doesn't care at. all.

doesn't care if people tease him for it, or think its embarrassing because he doesn't think so, like haven't they seen you? why wouldn't be be head over heels for you?

absolutely one of his greatest accomplishments is to be able to call you his

he loves seeing you smile and laugh, especially when he's the cause of it

so supportive and appreciative of you, like anything you do for him, he will be thanking you profusely and telling you that you didn't have to do that, even if it was just cooking a meal

biggest hype man, will have you do fashion shows for him, and he will be twirling you around, spitting out compliments left and right

always reminds you of how much he loves you, to the point where there will never be a doubt in your mind that he doesn't love you

ugh he's the best thing ever, he loves you so much :(

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ

[wxxpingangxls]

ur nerdmin works are literally the best, idk i feel like u capture him so well? i’m like a dog licking every crumb u make of him

can u please make one inspired by the fanart where’s he’s at the party and he shows his tongue piercing????? he’s a freak!!!!!!! i would eat this up so good 😋

omg stopp that's such a sweet damn compliment, i love you for it baby!!

ouuuuuuuu boy do i have something for youuuuuuuuuuuuu....

visuals: 1 … 2 … 3 … 4 … 5 … 6 … 7

baby yuh tight!

now after you and armin's little escapades of yk mostly oral, it led you to believe that it was just that. a little dalliance. you helped him and his oral fixation, and he helps you relax. it's the perfect thing to get you through the grueling years of university especially with your course dragging your ass.

it'll start with him watching you scratch your head, huffing and puffing, sighing and exasperating over those stupid essays. and he'd crawl between your legs like a sneaky cat, asking for snacks. and then straight to pleasure palace for both you and him!

yet armin couldn't help but clench his jaw at the sight of you with another man around your arm. it made him, angry? jealous? possessive? he didn't know, all he knew is that he didn't like it.

so you can't blame him when his fists started clenching at the sounds of your giggles and some random bastards voice. amidst the sweaty bodies, with the loud music blaring and lights flashing, he could still hear your sweet voice engaging in conversation with that bastard eren. he didn't like it, not one bit. but what could he do? snatch you away? beat eren up? fat fucking chance. armin had fought eren once and got beat the fuck up so he knew he stood no chance. i mean look at the poor kid. those thin arms. who the hell was he going to fight? his hairdresser? i mean i wouldn't blame him.

either way, he had to come up with something, fast. he liked you. like, like liked you. a lot. before he could think, he found himself walking towards your beautiful figure, watching as that strange man leeched and leered at your full tits.

he watched as eren's eyes moved up and down with every jiggle of your boobs. fuck, that should've been him not eren's fatass. now armin was mad.

"hey, Y/N?" armin's meek voice made you turn around to face him. the flashing lights of blue and purple gave him an eerie almost alien like look.

"omg, eren look! it's my roommate; armin!" you squealed, drunkenly.

"yeah, i've seen him around," eren faced to armin and gave him a nasty stare.

"can i ask you something?" armin asked somewhat reluctantly.

"really? now? can't it wait?" you deadpanned.

"please?" he whined.

you tutted and gave eren an apoligetic look before pulling his arm. "what is it you want? me and eren were...hitting it off," you giggled, twirling your hair.

"yeah, i saw. i just wanted to say you looked great," he slammed the bathroom door as you took your place onto the counter. goosebumps from the cold ceramic rose all across your skin. armin noticed and started rubbing his hands up and down your arms. "what are you doing armin?" you smirked. armin cocked his head as his face moved closer to your own. "what does it look like?" he shoved his tongue down your throat as you pulled that back of his hair. he moaned into your mouth like a whiny baby.

honestly, it was cute. armin was cute; with his whimpers that were high pitched and breathy. his fingers trembled as he held you face in them. see, that's the thing about skinny men. despite being thinner than a victorian child, they sure knew how to hold it down. i mean, armin would be munching on your pussy all night long, yet he'd be able to hold your legs up all the way to your ears and keep them there. he had some sort of hidden freaky strength. almost as if your pussy juice gave him the invisible muscles he needed.

all you could think about as his lips grazed your neck and his hand slipped down your dress to fiddle with your nipples. "armin, please...." you breathed out.

"please what?" he slyly smirked. that was the thing. armin was a munch and it make your coochie go woowoo. if this were any other circumstance, you'd probably shake him up a little, i don't know maybe punch him in the mouth. but right now, armin had that pussy in control. you were talking straight out of her, and there was nothing you could do.

"eat me out, make me cum like you always do," you stared into his ocean eyes with heart eyes in your own. as you stared into armin's eyes, he stared into your drunken ones, while your hands fiddled with the button of his trousers. "please, baby? just for me?" you pouted, staring up at him. how could he say no? getting his face wet with your slick was the best part of his day. it was all he thought about, all he dreamt about, all he wanted to be honest.

he bent you over the counter, before scrunching up your dress. "no panties? what a nasty girl," he snickered.

"watch yourself armin, or say goodbye to this pussy," you wiggled your ass as he watched your cunt drip slick all over the place.

armin was a messy eater. as if your pussy wasn't messy enough on it's own. he knew it was a matter of time before your slick would flood the room, and there was only one thing he knew he had to do.

eat you out to completion.

and eat is what he did. his hands stayed spreading your cheeks apart, slapping and jiggling the muscle. he stayed moaning into your sweet hole, tongue piercing flicking against your perked up clit. he groaned into your cunt as you moaned out loud. you had no reason to muffle your moans because of the loud music blaring. his face dug impossibly deeper into your tight hole, with his nose poked at your puckering hole. if its one thing armin knew, it was that playing with your winking hole made you gush.

you squealed out loud while his tongue kept flicking at your clit and he thumbed on your asshole. "armin! tha's nasty," you hummed out as his thumb popped into your tight hole. "that's how you like it, no?" he pulled away and slapped your ass. he sucked on your lips before tonguing your pussy down, stretching it open. as his tongue entered inside, you could feel the ball of the piercing inside your clenching walls all while his thumb stayed in your butt.

you clenched impossibly tight around his tongue, sobbing out loud. it was too much, but nothing you couldn't handle. it was nothing you haven't handled before. "armin!" you squealed loudly. you moaned out loud making him groan even louder. his hands squeezed your cheeks. "fuck, m'cummin! s'too quick!" you whined, wiggling your butt away from his grasp. at least, trying to. his grip tightened hard, giving you no choice but to take his munching. bit by bit.

you didn't know if it was the alcohol in your system, or the blunt you smoked earlier, but you could feel every part of his slick, sharp tongue dragging itself all over your wet pussy. sounds of slurping wetness resounded so loudly, you could swear it would drown out the music. your mouth started watering, with every inch you got closer to your orgasm. "shake it," he moaned out.

"what?" you sounded genuinely confused.

"you heard me. shake your ass," and so you did, without thinking. if only you could see how armin smiled like a fool behind you, huge hearts replacing his pupils. at this point, he was more than desperate to taste the sweetness of your cum on his tongue. he shoved two fingers into your clenching hole before immediately working them in. his lips wrapped around your clit while his two fingers played with your pussy. at this point, you could barely concentrate and hold yourself up while he grinned at your vulnerable state. you started clawing for something to hold, trying hard to run away from his assault on your cunt.

and then his fingers found it. he knew, because then you started screaming and your leg was twitching. like, actual screaming. like, blood curdling screams. all he felt was your cunt clench incredibly hard around his two fingers before you gushed all over him, soaking his face. "oh armin!" you yelled, tearing up. the substances flowing in your system heightened your senses, making you even more sensitive and armin was eating it all up. literally.

"fuck baby, you're so good to me," you whined out loud, as he moved away from your cunt. "armin i want you to fuck me," you ordered, turning around to face him. armin stood up now, his face messy with your slick, blushing hard. you wrapped your legs around him, staring expectantly. "well? don't tell me you're scared?" you teased knowing that your pussy was throbbing from overstimulation.

you cooed, while your fingers toyed with armin's button, pulling down the trousers. "now you're being shy? seriously?" armin patterned up, replacing your hands with his own as he pulled down his boxers. his cock strung up.

it stood, tall and proud, the tip leaking profusely. it was a bright strawberry pink. his cock was long and skinny, and looked like it could reach deep inside of you. it curved upwards as if it were showing off. your cunt clenched around empty air and your mouth watered. you wanted to be stuffed by him. he stood, hand rubbing his neck as he shyly chuckled. you adjusted yourself onto the counter, lifting your legs up so that you were completely spread open for armin to see. your slick cunt dripped all over the surface as your clit visibly throbbed. you took your left hand, spreading your lips apart, the nasty sound of drenched pussy lips making armin sigh out.

he watched as your hole practically invited him in, and started to get impatient. "what are you waiting for, pretty boy?" your breathed. armin hooked your legs and pushed them up to your ears. you could feel his cock rubbing up against your cunt as you bucked your hips. "come on, please..." you whined, while he grabbed his cock and lined it up with your hole.

he winced as he felt you clench around his throbbing tip, he could damn near feel the tears in his eyes. despite his ability to munch on your cunt until you fell asleep, actual penetration was completely different. at least when he was eating you out, it was easy to muffle his moans when he was face deep in your cunt, but now? there was no hiding his whines.

he pushed his cock through the rings of your gummy walls, reaching deep. the stretch was delicious, and you swear you could've cum all over his long cock. "armin, fuck," you moaned out, hands placed onto his chest. he finally bottomed out, his pulsing cock throbbing inside of your pulsating hole. you clenched and couldn't stop while he tried to push in deeper. he whimpered out loud before looking down at where the two of you were connected.

"fuck, Y/N? you feel so good around me," he sobbed. he couldn't move. he knew if he moved, he would've came inside of you and made a fool of himself. "gimme a minute," he grunted, his fingers wrapped around your legs that kept you in place. like i said, he had that weird strength.

he instantly came closer to your body, basically crushing you, so that you could feel him deeper. his bob swayed in your face, as he practically humped you. armin finally found the courage to start moving inside, his cock bumping your cervix.

he whined as your hands started pulling his hair, making him tear up. "fuck, armin..." his thrusts becoming more desperate and intimate, causing your legs to shake. the tighter you clenched, the more erratic his thrusts became. honestly, he was like a dog in heat, desperate.

armin was smart, like really smart. this time, he thrusts again, but more slow and deliberate. you stopped your sighing and small moans, head thrown back. he grinded his cock head into your sloppy cunt. you closed your eyes bracing yourself for whatever fuckary he had up his ass. your back arched, face scrunched and your eyes teared up. "what are you doing?" you asked.

armin shushed you with what little strength he had. the fringe of his bob stuck to his head. you had to give it to him, as wacky as his haircut was, he had such beautiful thick hair. his face scrunched up in concentration, trying his hardest to find that spot. your g-spot.

armin had watched enough porn to know what squirting was. sure, he could eat you out until you sobbed all night, or fingered your pussy until your squeal and scream, but he wanted to dick you down until you couldn't stop squirting. and he was gonna do it, if it was the last thing he would do. to be completely drenched in your nasty juices that he'd happily drown in.

one more calculated thrust from the nerd, and that's where he found it. he knew because he made that grunt you do when he's made you feel especially good. armin practically started glowing as he realised that he's actually found your g-spot. he knew that this was the perfect trick to make you squirt everywhere. "armin, move!" you screamed, tearfully, a ring of thick cream leaking on his base. a sensation - unfamiliar - built up inside of you as he kept hitting that same spot over and over. you tried hard to move him away, the pleasure becoming more and more overwhelming for you ( and himself ), pushing on his stomach with no avail.

"armin, pull out, please! just a bit, it's too deep," you groaned out tears streaming down your face. "oh fuck!" you whined. you babbled senselessly, "let it out, please, i wanna hear you," he whimpered out. and then he saw it. your clit, practically gleaming at him. one of his hands started playing at your clit as you struggled to breathe. you couldn't even moan out his name as you tried so hard to wriggle out of his grasps. your hands flew at his face in attempt to push him away, doing everything you could.

"armin, you have to move, m'gonna pee!" he smirked, completely ignoring your plea's if it meant you'd squirt all over him. "my-" a guttural moan left your throat. you pushed at his abdomen, once more as you gushed all over him, his cock suddenly leaking everywhere. hot cum spurted out of the tip of his cock, while streams of squirt splashed all over him. you squirmed, trying to get out of his harsh grip. while you had quietened down, armin's moaned hadn't, in fact this is the loudest you've heard him.

he practically sobbed, as you watched him hump the air. by now, his hand had left your clit and you had the bright idea to overstimulate him. you know, give him a taste of his own medicine. you slapped his hand away and started rubbing at the tip of his cock vigorously. "Y/N! wait...!" he whined out loud, his hand shaking as he full on sobbed shamelessly. you egged him on as you tried gaining back your composure after the world shattering orgasm he just gave you.

his hips bucked into your hand, almost pathetically, his glasses fogging up as he came again all over your hand this time. "fuck Y/N, you're killing me!" you could barely keep it together, watching him pathetically fall apart in your hands like putty, as if you weren't doing the same earlier.

armin leaned against the counter top while you both worked on catching your breaths.

"you shouldn't trust eren. he's not a good man," he said, in between breaths. "yeah, he doesn't make me cum as hard as you do," you giggled. yet armin didn't laugh. you slapped his shoulder: "i was kidding,"

"i'm not. i...i don't like seeing you with other guys you know," he whispered, somewhat ashamed.

"yeah, sure ok," you agreed.

"why don't we go back and you can sit on my face," he suggested as you pulled your dress down and tried stabilising yourself again while armin pulled up his trousers. "where did you learn about squirting by the way...?" you enquired.

"porn," he chuckled adjusting his glasses, as the two of you left the bathroom. you cussed him out for being such a loser while he whined some bullshit in your ear about how mean you were and that men had needs, blah blah blah.

[kxsagi]

heyyy it’s 01/05 so i wanted to request a blue lock fic with the characters finding readers jealousy adorable? with isagi, sae, rin, nagi, and others? ty!

“𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦? 𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐥”

a/n: if my man giggles at another girl’s jokes, i’m pushing him down the stairs

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi sae, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, kaiser michael, ness alexis, shidou ryusei

isagi yoichi

he’s so confused at first. like, genuinely puzzled when you glare at a waitress who calls him handsome. 

“love… you know you’re the only one who calls me that, right?” he says as if it’s a codename. 

once he realizes you're jealous, he gets all flustered and smiley. 

you pout? he melts. you roll your eyes? he giggles. you cross your arms? he starts poking your cheeks to make you laugh. 

“you’re jealous? of her? love, she doesn’t even know me like you do. you’ve seen me ugly cry after missing a penalty. she could never.” 

kisses your temple 400 times until you stop being fake mad. 

itoshi sae

you try to be subtle. keyword: try. 

but he catches it instantly. 

“you’re staring like you want to fight her.” 

cue your smug little shrug like ‘maybe i do.’ 

he leans down real close, eyes lidded and smug. “you know i only like one girl enough to deal with her attitude 24/7. and she’s standing right here.” 

he acts like he’s unbothered but the moment you look away, he has this soft little smile like yeah... my girl’s possessive. hot. 

next time someone flirts with him, he wraps an arm around your waist just to watch you smirk like that’s right, mine. 

itoshi rin

oh, he’s obsessed with it. 

you’re fuming and he’s just standing there trying not to grin. 

“you’re mad?” 

you: “why was she touching your arm?” 

him: “i mean. i do have really nice arms.” 

bastard. 

he fully uses it as an excuse to tease you. every time you get possessive, he’ll lean into your neck and mumble, “mine,” just to make you say it back. 

but if someone gets too bold, he’s not smiling anymore. one cold stare and they’re gone. 

then he turns to you like, “happy now?” 

(you are. you’re very happy.) 

nagi seishiro

thinks it’s lowkey funny that you’re huffing over something so “small.” 

“you jealous again? that’s kinda cute.” 

deadpan, lazy grin, but he scoots closer anyway. 

he starts being annoying about it. uses it as a way to get your attention. 

“someone looked at me today. you gonna kiss me or fight them?” 

but he actually gets really clingy when you’re jealous. like he’ll throw his arm over your shoulder in front of people and go, “mine,” like a sleepy toddler claiming a toy. 

and he always looks smug when you glare at someone. like, that’s his girl. look at her go. 

kaiser michael

oh. he lives for it. 

“you’re jealous? that’s so sexy of you.” 

literally eggs it on just to see you snap a little. 

“schatz, should i give her my number? you look like you’re gonna push me down the stairs.” 

he’s not going to. he just wants to see that sparkle in your eyes when you’re about to fight someone. 

kisses you all over when you get feisty. “you care about me soooo much. it’s adorable.” 

and he starts getting even more possessive back. if you get jealous, he’s clinging. arm around your waist, hand in your back pocket, whispering “mine” in your ear with that cocky smirk. 

ness alexis

ness is clingy by default. but the second you get possessive? he goes full anime blushy mode. 

someone complimented his eyes and called him “soft boy material.” 

you didn’t like that. at all. 

you pulled him away mid-conversation like “he doesn’t talk to strangers, sorry.” 

he was literally glowing. “oh my gosh. that was soooo hot.” 

“i was serious.” 

“even hotter.” 

he starts fluttering his lashes like a cartoon schoolgirl. 

“are you gonna fight someone for me? steal me away? ruin their credit score?” 

you make one vaguely aggressive comment and he’s spinning in the air like a ballerina. 

sometimes he acts extra petty just to provoke people so you’ll act mean and protective. 

it backfires. you punish him by ignoring him for two hours. 

he cries into kaiser’s shoulder and kaiser tells him to “be normal.” 

he never learns. 

shidou ryusei

oh. oh he’s INSANE about it. 

“awww, you wanna bite someone? that’s so hot.” 

he deadass starts wagging his metaphorical tail when you get mad. 

“do it. scratch their eyes out. c’mon. you’d look so sexy in mugshots.” 

you: “i am one inch from strangling you.” 

him: “kinky.” 

he loves it so much, he starts acting even more scandalous. 

“you’re mine,” you snap. 

he groans like you just proposed. “say that again but with a little more ‘i’ll ruin your life’ energy.” 

he posts selfies with you captioned “don’t touch or i’ll bite” with a smiley face.��

you hate it. he lives for it. 

“you really like when i get crazy,” you mutter. 

“baby, i like it when you get homicidal. you’re so hot when you threaten violence.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[rafesfawn]

𝜗ৎ⋆｡˚ trailerpark!angel!readers slight candy addiction ( ft. rafe wanting a sweet treat and not getting it )

warnings: fluff, fluff, and fluff! just genuinely them two just being cuties, a little suggestive, rafe being entirely unserious, use of the name pet once again (he’s a freak…)

a/n: so @cherrygirlfriend literally a lifesaver with this one, this wouldn't have been finished being written if not for her ilysm wife! also I wanna write smut for these two (maybe one about how she makes it up to him for the loss of his skittles) and I have some ideas but if you have any pls pls pls send them my way!!

one thing about her, she is an absolute sweet tooth, and she's not usually picky but one thing she hates is yellow candies - skittles, lollipops, gummy bears, anything. she'll eat every other candy, but the yellow ones always remain at the bottom of the bag.

rafe really doesn't care, but when a person opens up a bag of skittles the last thing they want to see are just the yellow ones. which one afternoon, rafe for once wanting a snack throughout the day that is exactly what happened.

sporting a begrudging look on his face when he sees the yellow skittles, he decides to call for his girl, "baby!" rafe shouts up the steps, and she feigns innocence by sweetly calling out "yes, rafey?"

knowing what he’s after, the girl is already bouncing down the steps her braids bouncing in tandem, her boyfriend calling out for her to ‘come down for a sec’, the girl already prepared to charm the man to make him ignore anything she might've done wrong.

she made her way to the kitchen- he’s standing there, arms crossed; like a disappointed father. she tilts her head to the side a soft smile on her face batting her lashes knowing he couldn’t stay mad at her for long.

“wanna tell me what’s wrong here?” rafe asks his eyes going from the bag and then to her then the bag again. she makes a soft ‘hmph’ noise furrowing her brows as if she doesn’t already know.

it isn’t until rafe gives her the look, his eyes disappointed and expecting, as he starts impatiently tapping his foot, that she lets a soft sigh fall from her lips.

“m’sorry.” she mumbles, her eyes gazing up at him through her lashes. the weakest and silliest apology he’d ever heard, but she sounded so cute saying it, he couldn’t help but forgive her.

he lets out a short laugh taking a step closer, his hands itching to go to her hips as he bends down placing a kiss to her forehead. she giggles at the ticklish feeling of his lips on her skin. she goes on her tippy toes taking the chance to leave excited pecks on his cheeks her soft pink lip gloss leaving marks on his tan skin. thinking alls been forgiven for the skittle incident.

he leans down once more, she expects him to kiss her, soft pink lips starting to part in anticipation but he hovers making her pout. “think you gotta make it up to me, pet.” rafes voice a rough whisper twirling one of her braids in his finger. did he really care about some stupid yellow skittles? no not at all. but he’d use any excuse to get his little girl to do what he wanted as if she wouldn’t already.

[mywritersmind]

GETAWAY - FC43

summary : An italian weekend getaway with your favorite loving boyfriend. Filled with strawberries and hammocks.

listen up : inspired by @purinfelix ! super sweet and blue vibes

word count : 884

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I yawn, walking down the kitchen and through the doorway that’s wide open, revealing my favorite part of this house. The balcony is long and filled with a couch, hammock, and table, all overlooking the crystal blue ocean. My feet are cold against the wooden floors but the moment I step outside, the sun warms my face.

I smile softly when I see him. He’s in a chair, quietly looking at the water. I wrap my arms around my lovely boyfriend, my coffee and strawberries in my hands still.

“Morning Mi amor.” His strong arms move so his hand is resting over mine, tilting his hair back so his waves brush the side of my face.

He gets a hold of my arm and gently pulls me around him, motioning to sit on his lap. He puts down his mate and welcomes me to sit on him. I put my breakfast down and wrap my arm around him, looking up into the fact I so love.

Franco’s hand goes to my leg, smiling. “Nice shirt.” I look down at what I'm wearing. It’s his shirt actually. A blue and white striped button down paired with underwear to match.

“Thank you!” I run my hands through his hair, messing it up at bit, “I stole it from a very handsome man!”

He tilts his head a bit, kissing my cheek, “He’s a lucky man.” I rest my head on Franco's shoulder. He smells like peppermint and coffee. He snatches one of my strawberries from my bowl and pops it into his mouth.

I breathe in the fresh air, closing my eyes and smiling. “You’re a vision, mi amor.” He kisses me on my lips this time, brushing my hair back softly.

I fell in love with him because of how soft he is. He never rushed me, never yelled. Him and those big brown eyes do everything to love me.

“What are you thinking about today?” I ask, looking out at the water and birds passing ahead as his lips go to my neck, “Farmers market?”

He hums against my skin, not giving any answer. I can’t even be mad at his lack of words because his lips against me and this morning view is anything I could ever ask for.

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Our day is slow and peaceful, his hand never leaves mine and as soon as we get back to the house we change. Franco will go along with anything I do and I may be abusing my power a bit when I see our matching pajamas.

I can’t help but giggle at Franco in the blue and white porcelain design, they’re locally made and absolutely gorgeous. I have the pants and top while he seemed far too happy that they had no other pajama top in his size.

It takes approximately twenty minutes for the two of us to get into the hammock without falling out. He wraps his arm around me as I nuzzle into his chest, looking up at the star filled sky.

“I never want to leave.” He says as jazz plays from his phone across the balcony, “Let’s stay.”

I smile and look up at him, “We have to leave. But we can come back anytime.” I kiss his jaw as his hand brushes up and down my arm.

“I love you.” It makes me smile.

“I love you too.” I wrap my arm around his middle, his shirt soft against my skin. I look back up at the stars, feeling complete peace in the cool air, my warm skin, and my boyfriend next to me.

“Those stars look like a dick.” And he ruins it all in one sentence. I groan and he starts laughing, hard, shaking the hammock.

“Franco!” I scream and hold onto him tighter as we swing, “Fran- I swear!”

He's still laughing, his chest moving up and down rapidly under my head. He holds me tighter as we both try to stay still, “I’m sorry!” He laughs, “I’m sorry! You love me! You can’t be mad!”

“You’re the wor-” I go to jokingly hit his arm but when he moves to block me, we flip.

We’re on the floor and laughing seconds later. Franco grabs my face, trying to be serious but still laughing, “Are you okay!?”

Literal tears are coming out of my eyes which he wipes away with his thumbs, still looking at me worriedly. I just laugh again and pull him closer to me, pressing my lips against mine.

He pushes his hand into my hair, “Did you hit your head?” I shake my head and kiss him again, climbing on top of him.

He laughs against my lips, moving his hands to the side of my legs. “Attempted murder!” He says as I gasp dramatically.

“You were the one who made us fall!”

“Oh no!” His hand goes to my head, “You did hit your head!” I hit his arm as he breaks into laughter again and I move back next to him, looking up at the stars from the floor.

He kisses my head and tugs me against him again, “Those stars look like a heart.”

I raise a brow, “No they don’t.”

He shushes me and points, “Just squint.”

[naebaetwsog]

can you do hcs for mutual crushes with boynextdoor?? 🫶🫶

「・Bonedo mutual crush°×

genre.Fluff, they are all blind and dumb (not literal)

pairing.bnd x fem!reader

note.I don’t know about this one but here you go, I hope you like…

Jaehyun

You and Jaehyun are so obviously into each other that even STRANGERS pick up on it. Your friends are begging you two to wake up, but nope.

He’s always glued to you—like if you’re sitting, he’s right next to you with a knee touching yours. If you’re standing, he’s leaning on you like he’ll collapse without your support.

At first, you think, “Oh, he’s just like this.” But no. He DOES NOT do this with anyone else.

Starts getting shy just from thinking about you. His ears turn red when you talk, and if you ever compliment him? He malfunctions.

The moment he realizes his feelings? He goes into panic mode. This man distances himself from you like you’re the sun and he’s about to burn up.

But then… his accidental confession happens.

He meant to send a voice note to his friend but sends it to you instead. In it, he’s like,

“I don’t know how much longer I can take this. I really like her. It’s getting so hard to be near her and not just… hold her. Kiss her. I even tried staying away, but I just miss her more.”

And you??? You laugh because finally, bro.

You text back: “Jaehyun, you’re actually so dumb. I like you too.”

HE THROWS HIS PHONE. INTO HIS BED. HE STARTS ROLLING AROUND LIKE A DYING FISH.

The same day, you go out to talk about it. He’s blushing and giggling through the entire date.

When he drops you home, you kiss him first. And suddenly, all his nervousness is GONE. He pulls you back in for another one.

You’re not official yet, but everyone knows.

Sungho

Sungho knows you like him. He can see it. But the way you act unbothered? IT’S DRIVING HIM INSANE .

So what does he do? He pretends he doesn’t like you either. Two can play this game.

At least… that’s what he tells himself. But bro starts slipping.

He always sits next to you.

He laughs the hardest at your jokes.

If you mention a guy’s name? Suddenly, he’s in a bad mood.

Things get worse at a mutual friend’s birthday party. It’s a sleepover-style gathering, and some girl locks onto him.

You’re fuming as she gets closer, and then she almost kisses him.

You storm off before you can see more. But guess what? Sungho’s not having it.

He follows you, grabs your wrist (gently), and asks, “Why are you mad?”

You try to play it off, but your voice is shaky. “I don’t know. Maybe because you let her do that?”

Silence. He’s just staring at you. Then, out of nowhere, he kisses you.

“You think I care about her? I’ve only ever wanted you.”

The rest of the party? He’s got an arm around your waist like a damn statement. The other girl? Who is she? We don’t know.

Taesan

You and Taesan are so deep in the situationship trenches that even your parents are confused.

Your best friend straight-up calls him your boyfriend in front of you, and you don’t even correct them anymore.

But still, you won’t admit you’re together. WHY? BECAUSE YOU’RE BOTH STUBBORN.

He calls you at ungodly hours just to tell you the most random things.

“Bro, I just saw a dog that looked like you.”

“How do you look like a dog?”

“Idk, it was cute, though.”

He literally carries your stuff without asking. Your bag, your books—hell, even your phone sometimes.

Hand placement is insane. He’ll grab your waist to move you aside, hold your wrist when dragging you somewhere, or casually rest his hand on your thigh.

One time, you fell asleep on his shoulder, and he adjusted so you’d be more comfortable. When you woke up, he was literally caressing your hand.

“You awake?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. I was about to take a picture of you drooling.”

The tipping point happens when you’re arguing about something stupid.

“You’re just scared to admit we’re basically dating.”

“You are literally delusional.”

“Bet.”

You scoff. “You wouldn’t even have the guts to kiss me.”

He grins. “You sure about that?”

He leans in. Slow, teasing. Giving you every chance to back out.

But you don’t.

And then he kisses you. It’s soft at first, but then he tilts his head and deepens it, and you feel your knees go weak.

He pulls back, smirking. “So, still gonna pretend we’re not dating?”

“Shut up.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Leehan

Leehan has been lowkey planning your whole future together.

EXHIBIT A: He bought three fish.

One named after him.

One named after you.

One named after your “future kid.”

“Law of attraction,” he says.

EXHIBIT B: Whenever someone jokes about you two being a couple, he doesn’t even deny it. He just smiles.

EXHIBIT C: You get sick once, and this man drops everything to take care of you.

Shows up with soup, medicine, and a blanket he swears is magical.

“This is my lucky blanket. If you sleep with it, you’ll get better faster.”

“Leehan, I’m not gonna sleep with your crusty blanket.”

“First of all, rude. Second of all, do you wanna be sick or not?”

The realization moment:

You fall asleep on his shoulder one day, and he just stares at you.

Moves a strand of hair behind your ear, smiles to himself, and whispers,

“Why won’t you just admit it? You like me too.”

But you’re half-asleep, so you mumble, “I do.”

He stops breathing. “Wait, what.”

You wake up fully and panic.

“I SAID I LIKE CHICKEN, BRO.”

“No, you didn’t. You said you like ME.”

And then he kisses you.

When you try to act like it’s not a big deal, he grabs your face.

“No, no. We’re not brushing past this. You like me, I like you. That means we date now.”

AND YOU DO

Riwoo

He acts normal, but his friends know.

Whenever you walk into the room, they start smirking at him.

He acts unfazed. But then he gets sleepy.

When Riwoo is sleepy, his filter disappears.

One night, you’re at his place watching a movie, and he’s dozing off.

Then, out of nowhere, he mumbles:

“You’re so pretty.”

You pause. “What?”

“Mmm. I like you.”

”…Bro, what.”

He knocks out.

The next morning, you’re like, “Sooo, what was that about?”

He blinks at you like he has no memory of it.

“What was what about?”

“You confessed.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Ohhh, so you don’t like me?”

”…I didn’t say that either.”

He’s cornered.

“Okay, fine. I like you. What now?”

You kiss his cheek, and he turns bright red.

“Now we’re dating, duh.”

He actually freezes for a full minute.

Woonhak

You and Woonhak have liked each other since elementary school.

Your first kiss? Also during truth or dare, but you were kids, so it didn’t count.

Fast forward to high school graduation.

Everyone’s playing one last round of truth or dare.

Someone dares Woonhak: “Admit your biggest regret.”

He hesitates.

Looks at you. Smiles a little. And says,

“Not confessing to Y/N sooner.”

The room goes SILENT.

You stare at him. He stares back. He looks terrified.

Someone coughs. “Sooo, what now?”

“Oh, bet.” You pull him in and kiss him in front of everyone.

CHEERING. SCREAMING. SOMEONE THROWS A SHOE(it was jaehyun prolly).

When you pull back, he’s grinning like an idiot.

“So… does this mean I finally get to be your boyfriend?”

“Took you long enough.”

The rest of the night? He’s holding your hand like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

[nativegirltapes]

⸻ ┊͙ the one where drew begs for angel back !

warnings: ermmm idk if i like this. oral (f receiving), drew yearningggg, lowkey sub!drew idk, reader tryna act nonchalant…

music thumped throughout the bar and neon lights painted the walls when you spotted drew for the first time since your breakup. your heart sunk to the bottom of your body, but it still didn't stop you from making your way towards him sitting at the bar. to anyone nearby it would have looked like an arranged meetup.

"what are you doing here?" your tone was bratty, you wanted him to know you were still upset, but that stupid smirk and the way his shirt hugged all your favorite parts of him was making that decision hard.

“i heard you’d be here.” drew’s words hit you like a stab to the stomach. he’d heard you be here? from who? “you look really good." drew broke the silence as you questioned how he even knew you'd be here.

“yeah that’s what patrick said too.” you lied right through your teeth, avoiding his gaze as you looked into the crowd of people dancing. there was no patrick, there was no man. you came here with your girl friends.

“who’s patrick?” drew remained calm, almost like he didn't care at all that you were here with another man.

“the guy i came here with.” you gave drew a blank stare, waiting for the jealousy to wash over his face. but it never did. you always struggled with being able to read drew. “so, you heard i’d be here, but you didn’t hear that i’m seeing someone else?”

“guess not.” drew rested his elbow on the bar. he was better at your own game than you. “he’s really nice.” you gave drew a shrug. you were trying so hard to play it cool that literally everything around you vanished, all that mattered was drew and the fact that he was right in front of you.

“i got a hotel room a few blocks away.” drew ignored your previous comment. he didn’t come here to mess around, he came here to win you back.

“okay?” you had an attitude, despite hoping that he’d ask you to come back to the hotel with him.

“do you want to come? we can talk.”

“what about patrick?” you grabbed your purse from the bar counter, the leather felt cool against your fingertips. drew offered a hand, instinctively you grabbed it, accepting the help down form the bar stool.

“he doesn’t exist does he?” drew giggled. despite still being upset at him, you laughed too. drew had a way of making it impossible to stay mad at him. “why? jealous?” you teased.

⋆˚. 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 🍰 ⟡˖ ࣪

making it to the hotel after an awkward walk there, you made yourself comfortable in drew’s hotel room.

“how sorry are you?” you sat on the bed, drew wanted to talk, so you started the conversation.

“i’m really sorry.” drew knees touched yours as he hovered over you. even bringing his fingers to your chin, “can you forgive me?”

“i don’t know.” you felt your cheeks flush a bright red. “i want you to show me how sorry you are.” you shoved drew’s hand away from your chin, trying to seem superior to him, and although you knew your place, drew played along.

“how can i show you?” drew smirked, still looking down at you. the mere look of him and his muscular arms begging to be free from the strain of his t-shirt had your panties wet. but you couldn’t give it up that easy. “get on your knees.” you demanded, watching as drew immediately obeyed, never once braking eye contact with you.

drew was on his knees and he was practically still taller than you sitting on the bed. you tucked the unruly strands of his hair behind his ear, your hand traveling all over his upper body, finally stopping to caress his face. his eyes fluttered shut, fully taking in your touch, the one he hadn’t felt in a month, the one he realized he couldn’t live without.

it was silent, but a comfortable kind of silence. your hands roamed even more, now brushing through his hair. drew melted at your touch, you felt the tension growing.

it was cute watching drew swallow every ounce of his pride, the man who made you go crazy, kneeling before you all at your mercy, now going crazy over you. “i’m sorry baby.”

“i know.”

“no more odessa. no nothing. kay? it’s just us.” drew’s hands started to roam up and down your thighs, but you weren’t doing much to stop him. “youre all i want.” drew bent down, leaving kisses all along your knees and inching up your thighs. “please baby,” drew pleaded. “can you forgive me?”

"maybe," you hummed as drew kept kissing you, you missed his lips against you in a way that would be embarrassing to say aloud.

“let me make you feel good.” drew tugged your legs closer to the edge of the bed, you giggled in response, your nerves made it felt like the first time all over again.

“okay.” you slurred out as drew unbuckled your jean mini skirt, and pulled it down your soft freshly shaven legs.

“you’re fucking soaked baby.” drew smirked to himself as he looked at your wet red stained panties. “shut up,” you closed your legs shut out of embarrassment. “why? it’s fucking hot.” drew forced your legs back open, eager to get his head between your thighs.

you propped yourself up on your shoulders, watching as drew looked at your clothed went cunt like it was the first time he’d ever seen it before. “fuck baby,” drew rock hard cock in his jeans. “you’re perfect.”

“you mean it?” you said softly, biting your bottom lip as drew’s cold hand slid your panties to the side. his touch alone leaving you twitching and feigning for more.

“of course i mean it, look at you.” drew finally placed a kiss on wet pussy, sending fireworks throughout your body. “fucking perfect.” he hummed on your clit.

drew’s hands roamed all across your body as he began sucking on your clit, his tongue circling around your bud of nerves. you closed your legs around drew’s head, which only encouraged his behavior.

“please don’t stop.” you moaned out, gripping even tighter at the sheets surrounding you. “fuck drew.” your eyebrows furrowed from the pleasure.

you felt the tightness in your stomach threaten to burst. “gonna come drew.”

drew’s actions sped up, pushing you closer to your release. his hands wrapped around your thighs, doing his best to dig deeper into your pussy.

before you knew it you were breathing heavy, trying to to catch your breath, when drew raised his head from between your thighs. your juices making his face have a gloss over it, it always made you giggle.

“what?” drew smiled at you,

“i missed that,”

“i missed you.” drew crawled up closer to you, laying next to you. “can you forgive me?”

“i guess,” you squeezed your lips together, acting confused. like you hadn’t mad your mind up the minute you locked eyes with him at the bar. “under one condition.”

“that is?” drew looked over at you, eager to know what your proposal would be.

“we get to go though odessa’s instagram and talk about everything wrong with her.”

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⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ 𓊆ྀི gi-hun headcanons! 𓊇ྀི

·˚ ༘ — pairing: seong gi-hun x fem!reader

—❕warnings: nsfw content, mentions of trauma and insomnia (slightly), gi-hun being a cutie pookie patootie that i actually giggled and kicked my feet while writing this. i love him sm

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season 1

— 𐙚 your relationship with gi-hun is a “pretty gf, obsessed bf” typa thing. he’d do anything for you. literally. you have cramps during your period? no problem cause he’s already out buying your favorite sweets. you don’t feel good about yourself all of a sudden? no worries cause he’ll sit you on his lap reminding you of how beautiful you are, of how much he loves you (and of how much you turn him on).

— 𐙚 s1 gi-hun is def the jealous type. mostly because he knows he’s not the perfect man to date due to all his family and financial problems so every time he sees a guy approaching you, maybe even good-looking, he’ll definitely pout: either he comes closer and grasps your waist tightly to show him you’re his, or he’ll just be silent and pretend to mind his business even tho he’s hurting inside cause he’s afraid you’ll replace him.

— 𐙚 later you’ll eventually tease him and tell him about how cute it is when he acts all jealous even when he tries to deny it. loves when you ruffle his hair/pinch his cheeks/cover his face in kisses to reassure him.

— 𐙚 s1 gi-hun is the type of man who really wants to spoil you with expensive gifts to make you happy but knows he can’t because of his lack of money. tries to make it up to you with simple dates (pic-nics, late night walks/drives, cuddle sessions etc.) even tho you tell him you don’t care about gifts and that you like simple actions. he’ll keep that in mind and will eventually start giving you picked-up flowers or short handwritten letters.

— 𐙚 s1 gi-hun’s life felt so much brighter when he met you and he couldn’t tell why. your presence just made him feel warm in his chest and he would remind you every. single. day.

— 𐙚 would definitely hug you from behind while you cook and start kissing your neck. later he would pick you up and sit you on the kitchen counter and start making out/cuddle with you while he whispers how much you mean to him etc. will make you promise to never leave him.

— 𐙚 one thing you ABSOLUTELY love about gi-hun, is his hair. it’s so fluffy and soft that you wanna touch it every minute of the day. in rough days he loves to lay on your thighs while you caress his scalp, play with strands of his hair to relax him until he’ll eventually fall asleep.

— 𐙚 s1 gi-hun would let you meet his daughter almost immediately cause when he met you first, he knew you would be the one. when he sees you get along really well with her he would smile like an idiot cause he loves to see the 2 most important girls of his life talking/having fun together.

season 2

— 𐙚 hate to say this, but s2 gi-hun is a whole different person. he’s not the smiley guy he once was and stay sure that he WILL be over protective, over possessive, over everything. can you blame him tho? he got traumatized so no, you can’t. he’s just afraid you’ll get in trouble as well.

— 𐙚 s2 gi-hun will definitely check on you every. damn. minute. he can’t find you? he’ll spam call you till you answer. you don’t answer his calls cause you’re out and can’t hear your phone? h’ell put on the gps in his car and come find you.

— 𐙚 at first you argued with him many times cause it became overwhelming. you basically couldn’t even go out with your old friend cause he’ll call you every 30 minutes and stuff. you didn’t want to get mad at him cause it wasn’t his fault, he just went through a lot and was worried for you.

— 𐙚 when you got mad, tho, you felt guilty not even a second later cause he looked at you with a sad and hurt expression and said: “i’m sorry. i just over worry and can’t stay calm when you’re out alone.”

— 𐙚 you’d tell him you understand but still you’re an independent woman and can defend yourself. (you’re lying cause deep down you like it when he worries a lot about you. but not in an obsessive/unhealthy way.). you will definitely cuddle him after that.

— 𐙚 s2 gi-hun never sleeps at night cause he feels the need to look after you while you sleep. he still feels like he’s in that room, keeping watch of bastards that could attack and kill you. if he manages to fall asleep, he’ll wake up in the middle of the night due to the nightmares. in those nights, you are the one who doesn’t sleep to look after him.

— 𐙚 he still loves to hug you from behind while you do stuff but also loves when you are the one to do so. he’s not as talkative as before so while old gi-hun would whisper loving sentences to you, present gi-hun just wants to feel the moment. he would bury his face into your neck and stay silent as you caress his hair and kiss it while he rubs your back and holds you tight.

— 𐙚 s2 gi-hun likes slow mornings. while in s1 he would go out to gamble/work and you would work too, now he likes to take his time to wake up to cuddle you, kiss you. just wants to enjoy his time with you, especially in weekends.

— 𐙚 s2 gi-hun would still take you out to late night walks/drives to relieve stress from both of you. his old manners of showing you his love are still the same: simple actions/gifts, physical touch etc.

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season 1:

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 the first time you two made love was quite embarrassing for him cause he hadn’t touched a woman in years after his ex wife(that is something that every gi-hun fan thinks lol😭). he was really scared to hurt you or make you uncomfortable but once you reassure him he will make sure he’ll be the best sex you’ve ever had.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 s1 gi-hun will definitely cum really fast the first times cause he just can’t control himself with you. he doesn’t even make it on purpose but that man is able to cum in his pants by you just grinding on his lap.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 s1 gi-hun is the type of man that really doesn’t care about sex. he’s not a really “horny-guy” cause he thinks sex is not that important in a relationship but since he met you he gets hard often times and can’t control it.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 s1 gi-hun would think he’s not that good in bed but god, the way you moan his name or just moan in pleasure makes his ego reach the stars. he thinks he’s not that big but doesn’t realize that even common size (14/15cm) actually is.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 s1 gi-hun def talks you through it. would tell you how much you turn him on, would tell you how good you feel around him and would tell you how good you are for him. loves to praise you during it.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 i feel like he LOVES blowjobs. they make him feel so damn horny and he doesn’t know why himself. probably is the way your pretty, innocent eyes look at him while your lips are wrapped around his length, pleasuring him.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 gi-hun is clearly noisy. be prepared to hear him moan even if you just move your ass while sitting on his lap.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 forget about degrading names/praises. will def not call you a “whore, slut, pathetic” etc, not even if you ask him. he’s just not that kind of man and it makes him uncomfortable

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 once you’re done, even if he’s dead tired, he won’t get in bed before making sure you’re all cleaned and feeling as comfy as possible. you chuckle almost every time and tell him to just lay with you and that you’ll take a shower later.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 thinks he needs to be the big spoon cause he’s the “man of the relationship” but loves to be the small spoon as well. depends on who needs more cuddles after that. if he’s the big spoon, he’ll lay you on his chest, pull the blanket over your bodies and rub your skin, whisper loving words till you both fall asleep.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 if he’s the small spoon he’ll be the one to lay on your chest and shyly ask you to caress his head/play with his hair cause it relaxes him. you can’t help the cuteness so you just roughly grab his face and kiss him nonstop. you’ll apologize later and both end up chuckling. likes when you rub his bare back with the other hand as well. will fall asleep immediately cause your heartbeat helps him relax.

season 2:

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 s2 gi-hun would prefer blowjobs even more since he can’t sleep and is really tired most of times. he loves when you help him relax with that and loves it even more when you’re the one to initiate first cause he feels shy to just ask you to make him cum. thinks it’s inappropriate.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 s2 gi-hun loves lazy and slow sex (unless he had a really bad day), prefers when you ride him cause it’s hotter to see your breast bouncing and stuff. will grasp your waist/hips gently and guide you through it while he praises you.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 he may not be as noisy as before but will never stop praising you. he realized he loves it even more when you are the one to praise him. sentences like: “fuck, you’re so good, gi-hun” or “you make me feel so good” make him cum immediately.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 will def ask you to do that again cause he LOVES to hear how good he makes you feel and how loved you feel even when your sex is not romantic and slow.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 if you’re not in the mood he’ll immediately pull away and apologize 5 times in a second cause he doesn’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable in any way. you smile and reassure him and then promise him to do it later (if you’re in the mood ofc).

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 will feel guilty cause he feels like he’s forcing you but you remind him that if you didn’t want to, you wouldn’t cause yes you love him with your whole being, but will never do something you feel uncomfortable with. especially if it’s related to intimacy.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 most of the times it will start by you massaging his shoulders cause they’re so tense. then you would start kissing his neck, make out and it will lead to bed.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 will praise you with nicknames like: “such a good girl for me, hun.” or “you’re so tight, sweetheart.” if you call his name he would respond with: “yes m’am?” cause he’s such a gentleman and loves to respect his woman.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 s2 gi-hun also loves missionary cause he needs to look at your pretty face and all the cute and horny expressions you make when he makes you reach the stars. would definitely kiss your neck/jawline/cheeks while he praises you.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 s2 gi-hun enjoys every type of quickies. on the kitchen counter when you cook? definitely. in the shower? always. in the car after a long late night drive? sure, why not. in the dressing room when you go shopping? loves the risk.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 when you do quickies in public he’d cover your mouth with his big hand and loves the sight of it. the way you try to keep quiet, the way you close your eyes to focus on not being noisy, your flustered cheeks. it turns him on even more.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 s2 gi-hun thinks aftercare is the most important thing. probably like it even more than sex itself. he wants to be the big spoon always but when you manage to convince him to be the small one, he would act as if he could accidentally hurt you.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 you would play with his short hair and kiss his head while you tell him how good he made you feel cause he’ll ask you if you liked it. if you would tell him that something made you uncomfortable he probably won’t touch you in “that way” for weeks. to the point you’d ask him if he still loves you cause you think he got tired of you.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 will look at you with an expression that clearly says “are you okay?” and then immediately reassure you and apologize for being a jerk.

— 𓆩❤���𓆪 i feel like gi-hun hates porn and wouldn’t watch them not even if he got paid. thinks they’re too unrealistic and stupid. plus, he has you so what’s the point in watching other naked women having sex? not his thing, really hates it.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 doesn’t feel the need to jerk off when you’re not around, he’ll just wait till you come back if he needs it. would do that only if he’s desperate af.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ — a/n: soo here are few of my headcanons for this little cutie pie. idk if some of these are similar to others or something but if so, i’m so sorry, i didn’t copy anyone nor i inspired by anyone, i made them in my head based on my hc/scenarios😭 anyway i hope you enjoy reading this🥹