#oof i am so smitten by him

[sanjifucker42069]

Looks Like Lingerie to Me - Part Two

Word Count: 1.4k

Part 1

A belated and awkward part 2. I’ll start writing part 3 in the morning (it’s like 1am lmao)

For those who need a visual aid, here. (oof feels like wattpad or quotev but girlypops i am cringe but i am free. it isnt a perfect representation, but its pretty accurate. titilating, no? ;) )

Warnings: Lingerie lmao…this is pretty short, and is just a set-up for part 3. A lot of this is my own feelings surrounding cis men in lingerie. As with part 1 gender neutral reader. Yeah! Hope you enjoy!

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Sanji couldn't stop thinking about it. You thought he'd look hot in lingerie? You thought he looked slutty?

It had overtaken every waking moment. Any time he wasn't focused on a task all he could see was the dumb stare you gave him, eyes focused on his thighs.

He'd love to wear lingerie for you if it meant you'd stare at him like that.

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The Going Merry was docked, the Straw Hats carrying out their duties, and Sanji had a plan.

"I'm gonna go shopping. You coming (Name)? Sanji can carry our bags." Nami preened, looking absolutely glowing at the prospect of new clothes. Sanji bit his lip. He wanted to go with Nami and you, really he did, but if either of you caught on he'd die of embarrassment.

"You okay, Ji?"

Huh?

You were asking something.

"What? Oh, yeah, love. I'm fine. I'm afraid I have business to attend to on the island."

You blinked at him before smiling that dazzling smile up at him. He was smitten, his fortitude nearly wavering. "Of course. You do what you gotta do!"

Business his ass. Instead he hurried to check out the town.

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A small, seedy shop tucked away in an alley. Sanji entered the store warily. A small, old woman trotted out from the back. Sanji blanched. He didn't want to discuss this with a grandma! 

"Hello young man, here for something for your wife?"

Sanji felt himself flush. He tried to wander around the store. "No, no-"

"Your girlfriend then?" 

Ah. This grandmother didn't know when to quit.

"Not exactly?"

The old lady grabbed his arm. Sanji raised a brow, turning back to her. She was grinning at him, eyes narrowed and sparkling with something he couldn't place.

"Is it for you? Such a handsome young man as yourself." 

What? Sanji's face was on fire. He was flustered beyond belief. His hands were lightly shaking, eyes darting around for anyone else in the store.

"Come with me darling. My name's Bea." The old lady chimed, dragging Sanji with her. "What colour were you thinking?"

"Oh, um." Sanji was panicking, voice high. Did she even have lingerie for men? "Blue?" 

Bea hummed. "I do have blue, but I have a lovely pink set that would just make your skin pop."

Pink? Sanji didn't think it was possible to flush darker, and yet here he was. "I, uh, would it even fit me?"

"Of course sonny! You're quite slim." Bea swatted at his arm, patting his biceps for good measure as she led him through the store. "So, tell me about the lucky one."

"They're beautiful." Sanji began dreamily. Where should he even start? "The most gorgeous creature I've ever laid my eyes on. They have this laugh that just brightens up any room, and such a sense of humour. I’ve been smitten with them since I met them.”

“You two aren’t together?”

Sanji shook his head sadly. “No, no. We’re just good friends. They, uh… Do you know what shirt stays are?”

Bea laughed, patting the cook on the arm. “Say no more.”

She let go of him when they reached the back of the store. Sanji watched nervously as she carded through a rack of, well, did it really constitute clothing? Skimpy piece after skimpy piece were revealed.

And then he saw it.

It was a gorgeous baby pink. Bea ahhed as she removed it from the rack, holding it up to inspect it. She turned to face him, sizing him up next to the set. Sanji felt his throat go dry as he really took it in.

The set was a simple baby pink bralette, made from some kind of sheer lacy material with a flower motif. The plunging neckline was created to draw attention to the cleavage, and it was adorned with some delicate string of pearl-like decoration to highlight the collarbones. The panties were the same sheer material, clear that they weren’t to hide much. The sides of it were accentuated with cute ruffles that further added a feminine touch. Sanji felt lightheaded. 

Finally, it was a beautiful pastel garter belt that sat in the middle, completing the look. It too was made from the same stretchy, sheer lace. It would wrap around the waist, strategic cutouts to accentuate the waist, hips, and the bellybutton. The central cutout had a simple chain of pearls to add interest and movement. Four satin-looking ribbons led from bottom front and back, with clips attached to hold up stockings.

Oh, maybe his shirt stays were kinda…

Nonetheless, it was breathtaking. Sanji had clearly marvelled at it for too long, as Bea chuckled, causing him to flush red. The old woman, lingerie in hand, led him to a mirror. 

“I’m…I can’t.”

Bea just chuckled, holding the hanger up against him. “Look in the mirror boy, I’ve been making lingerie for fifty years. This suits you.”

Sanji obeyed her, staring at himself in the mirror. What he saw took his breath away. He looked a mess, face red and hair messy. He had to hand it to the old woman, the colour was flattering against him. Even the cut looked good. Sanji shifted from foot to foot, anxiety creeping in. He wasn’t really sure how he felt about looking so…so feminine. 

Sanji was a man. It wouldn’t be right for him to wear something so delicate and gorgeous. Right? Of course women’s clothing was beautiful, the fabrics they used, the stylish designs he’d seen the girls on the ship sport. Men’s clothing just, well it was meant to be masculine and boring. Right? He couldn’t let himself give in to that want to feel pretty, that would be wrong.

Right?

Bea, clearly noticing his inner struggle, scoffed.

“Sonny.”

“Sanji.” “Right. Sonny, I’ve been doing this for a long time.” “You, uh, you already said that.”

“I know that!” Bea snapped, swatting at him. Sanji’s gaze drifted back to the pink lace. “I’ve been doing this for a long time. When I started, well, I made boring beige bras and the same lacy black underwear again, and again, and again. I got bored. I got creative! And when I got creative, I became determined to make people feel pretty. People, Sonny, not women.”

Sanji went rigid, his throat was so dry. Was he that obvious? All he could make out was a simple, “Oh?”

Bea grinned. “Everyone deserves the right to feel pretty.” Sanji opened his mouth to speak but the old woman just held up a wrinkled hand. “Nope. Don’t care if you’re a ‘man’. Everyone. Sonny, one day you’ll realise that being a ‘man’ is more than just grunting like an ape, or never showing any vulnerability, or even having a penis. Man is a state of mind, and Sonny, the sooner you feel comfortable in who you are, the more beautiful life is going to be for you.”

Sanji felt breathless. “Really?”

“Really.” Bea nodded, a fondness in her eyes. “Come, we’ll get you a choker to go with it, I have just the one.”

Sanji felt a million miles away as Bea led him to the shop counter. She handled a delicate pink satin choker with care, presenting it to him. It was a giant bow, a simple snap holding it in place around the neck. Simple, but delicate. If Sanji was honest with himself, he liked it.

“Like a million berry! Your precious one will love you in it!” Bea smiled fondly at him. “So, Sonny, you buying?”

Sanji sucked in a deep breath. When he spoke his voice was foreign to him, a shakiness underlying the wispiness. Sanji felt like he was treading water, unsure and scared of the newness of it all. He could drown at any moment.

“Yeah.”

“Good, good!”

So Sanji paid. Bea took extra care to wrap the lingerie up in a delicate pink tissue paper. His own little present. She then promptly put it in an unmarked bag. She understood, shooting him a wink.

“So, anyone, huh?”

“Oh yes, yes. You see, originally I made them for my girlfriend when I was a much younger lady. She was a farmer’s daughter, wonderful girl, shared many a kiss with her, and then some! Now I make these lovely ones for my current husband. You remind me a lot of him, Sonny. You see he lets me wear this harness thing that I put in his a-”

“Thank you grandma, I’ll be out of here now!”

“Yes, yes. Good luck, Sonny! Stop by with your sweetie and get something nice one day, okay?” Bea waved her goodbyes from the doorway, smiling that same sweet old woman smile. Sanji clutched the bag to his chest tightly. 

Right. Time to put the plan into place.

[siriustar8]

Just saw your post and I was wondering how you would write any of your ships confessing. Like how would they realise they're in love? How would they tell the other?

I'm about to go on a Long Rant so, bear with me !

- Jegulus, for me these two had to build a sense of trust and friendship before confessing their feelings. James has a bad history with coming off too strong and Regulus' insecurities make it hard for him to jump headfirst into anything without overthinking it. So regardless of how smitten they are with each other, they start off slow and gentle, work their way up to stealing glances and touches and feeling hopeful about their feelings being reciprocated, and then they'll have a chat about it, confess in the astronomy tower while stargazing and sharing the softest of kisses (can you tell I'm obsessed with them?)

- for Wolfstar, I am a firm believer in them falling in love at first sight, but not being able to pinpoint the feeling due to their young age. So the moment they start to understand what causes their hearts to beat harder when they're too close or why they simply can't take their eyes oof of each other, they are a tangle of limbs and would confess after a steamy makeout session. I also like the friends with benefits to lovers trope, especially when it's Remus pining and Sirius not realizing how in love he is. But overall I'm a firm believer in Sirius confessing the SECOND it makes sense to him. He's just not the type to think it through beforehand.

- Dorlene 🥰🥰🥰 I love the rivals to lovers trope with them. Whether it's quidditch or school, both of them are too talented and too brilliant, and confuse the excitement they feel around each other with a competitive streak. Up until the moment one of them is dating someone else, and the bitterness and jealousy they feel is too distinct to be mistaken for anything else. Cue the pining, then hopefully the kissing and dating because for me, they are made for each other in every possible way.

-Rosekiller are friends with benefits. They are both too unhinged to start it off in any other way. They're paired up on their first year with Regulus, becoming instant friends, wreaking havoc together. Then they start to grow and discover themselves, and nobody is better for them than each other. But after years of them fooling around without feeling the need to date or sleep with anyone else, they figure out that they're basically dating already, and they just settle into it more comfortably.

- For lily, I see her as a lesbian, but I'm still discovering whether I prefer her dynamic with Pandora or Mary. Maybe both. But yeah, I don't really have any specific thoughts about it yet.

And that's it !!! This was very fun to do, so thank you for this ask 🥰🥰

[missstratford]

Charmed

A/n: This is for the anon who requested a fic for draco x reader where draco has a crush on the reader and its so obvious his friends keep teasing him. I’m so sorry but your request had somehow got deleted. I hope you read this and its turns out the way you  wanted it!❤❤

It felt weird to explain yours and Draco’s friendship, if that’s what you could call it. It had begun so oddly from random acts of kindness with no ulterior intent to smiling at each other down the hallways. Draco was the first to approach you, you remembered that day clearly when you had spilled an entire bottle of ink on your essay and began panicking at your desk in the library. As you tried to dab out the ink to no avail, so were surprised to see it disappear and leave your assignment as good as new, turning, you found a gently smiling Malfoy looking at you. “I know transfiguration essays are the hardest to complete. Good luck.” He whispered and stalked away as if nothing had happened. You sat there astounded as you had never before spoken to him. That’s how it started, the next time you found yourself leaving him a note of suggestion to change his ingredients for potions, he left you a herbology handbook and an extra quill in class. Soon your friends found themselves enthralled by the exchange, “Why would Malfoy become ever so kind just towards you?” they’d chime in with sinister smiles. “He likes you!” they concluded one sunny afternoon, “Stop being absurd. He’s just a nice friend and a lovely person in general.” You countered. “oh, but he has never shown anyone that much kindness before.” One of your friends said, “Yes! And have you seen the way he keeps looking at you during classes? It’s the most adorable thing ever.” Another added. This was new information, you had never before caught Draco looking at you, but one could argue that you were too busy paying attention in class to notice. It was decided then that you would see for yourself if Draco seemed truly interested in you.

The next class you shared with the Slytherins was charms, as you made your way towards the classroom, you stopped sharp. Around the corner you heard voices, unmistakably belonging to Draco and his gang of friends, “Mate you are so whipped.” Laughed Blaise. “I most certainly am not!” you heard Draco’s sharp voice. “Then why ever do you keep staring at her in class?” This voice belonged to Theodore. “i-“ Draco was cut off by Pansy’s giggles, “Is that why we heard you calling her name in your sleep?” “Oh, do you remember when he was drunk last week? It was something I wish Y/n was there to see.” Guffawed Blaise. Your cheeks heated up, had you misheard your name? “Ah yes, I could never forget! OH Y/n, My sweet Y/n. I wish to dance with you in my arms darling!” Theo laughed as Pansy imitated Draco. “Shut up you lot, we’re going to be late for class. Let’s go.” You heard Draco. Before your mind could register what was happening, Draco rounded the corner straight into you, “Oof- Who do you think y-“ his temperamental ranting was cut short when his eyes landed on you. “Y/n” he said trying to form a sentence, his cheeks turning a bright shade of scarlet. “I-how-how long were you standing here?” he stammered, “Long enough to hear your friends talk.” You answered expectantly.

 Saying that you had a crush on Draco would be an understatement, you were smitten with the lad. From the moment you got a glimpse of his true nature you couldn’t help but wish to bask in his attention all day long. All you ever felt like whenever you saw him was to run your fingers through his blond tresses and pepper kisses to his charming face. “I can explain” His desperate voice brought you back to reality. A small smile tugged on your lips. “I don’t want an explanation.” I want you to be mine. The unsaid words were obvious to all but him. Draco seemed to not catch on, he took a step forward, “Y/n please let me explain. Its all a misunderstanding” he fumbled with his fingers trying too hard. You heard his friends giggle, “Just ask her out you dimwit! She likes you back for Merlin’s sake!” they shouted. “Wha-Y/n do you- Are they” as Draco tried to gather himself, you couldn’t wait any longer. You stepped forward and crashed your lips to his, silencing him. As you two parted, Draco lifted his fingers to feel where your lips had been just moments ago. “Does this mean you’ll go out with me this weekend?” he asked expectantly. “not just this weekend, the weekend after that and the one after that. If you want?” you said with a bright grin. “Yes! Yes of course!” he laughed lifting you and twirling you around. “Draco!” you shrieked in surprise, “Well be late to charms.” “Darling, you’ve already charmed me, what more could I want.” He said softly, putting me down, his lips kissing yours soon after.    

[aurouxa-potion-sin]

Kiss prompt 5!

OOF AM DYING WHAT A GOOD PROMPT --

Send a number for a kiss prompt here

5."love, don't hide your face, don't.." hands gently removing yours from your flushed face. "you make me flustered." you say, but they kiss you through those words and mumble against your lips, "you fluster me more, sweetheart."

Fuck, this was just a perfect date -- the candlelight, the food, the entire air of the date only amplified the chemistry between the writer and book store/cafe owner.

"I... I'm sorry." Aurora was the one to hide her face, cheeks flushed dark pink, unbelievably shy at the first touch of their lips together. His touch, his caress, everything about him was so intimate, so perfect, she had a hard time focusing in their first kiss...

"I'm so flustered, I just ---" Feeling his mouth on hers once more, hearing his sweet confession, she couldn't help but melt at his touch and kiss; eagerly pressing back as she gripping his shirt.

Akihito was perfect, no doubt about it -- and Aurora was absolutely smitten for the rest of time.

[fromcttoks]

Me: I’m sorry yall are struggling. I wish I could help. Meanwhile I’m just over here pining over some dude like a pathetic bitch 😅

L: Oof!

Me: He made me feel safe and I liked kissing him 🤷🏻‍♂️ Plus he sat with me during a massive break down and still told me I was pretty. He was intellectually stimulating and good looking. So yeah, I was smitten. Now [redacted] keeps asking me what’s wrong and why I’ve been so quiet since I got back

L: Cause [redacted] can GET FUCKED 🤣

Me: I think it just hurts because I believed him when he said we would at least remain friends and that doesn’t seem to be a thing so I just feel stupid

L: It does seem unfair

Me: Especially because I asked him like the day before he left if he was serious about keeping in touch and he said “yes” and I told him he could be honest with me if he’s just toying with me because he wouldn’t be the first but I value honesty above all else. He swore he wasn’t and that he actually liked me beyond being attracted to me

L: I wish I had words to quell your stress about it. But I love you!!

Me: I just feel dumb for like missing his presence

L: It happens when you finally feel safe with someone.

Me: But that’s the other thing that doesn’t make sense to me. If I just turned him on and that’s it, why drag it out for days??? Why not just shut it down the minute [redacted] started to have bitch fits about it? Ugh. Men.

L: Right

Me: It doesn’t make sense to me. Like he wanted my number from the jump but he doesn’t talk to me 🤔 for why!?

L: Right?

Me: Ugh. I’m sorry I keep rambling about this. It just hurts

L: Get it off your chest. Its important.

Me: Idk. It just hurts. It was a happy weekend. And him and I connected on so much stuff. And that’s like rare for me. It just doesn’t make sense. Why want my number and snap and what not but not talk to me or worse, leave me on read?

L: I don't know babes.

Me: I’m just sad and like depressed over the whole thing

L: I can understand that

Me: Sorry I’m a big baby lol

L: You’re not. You’re just going through feelings!!

Me: A lot of feelings. Which feels dumb to me because like I knew him for like 5 days not even so why am I so upset and depressed over him?

L: Because he gave you what you were craving.

Me: Yeah I know. Logically I know that. Emotionally it’s a whole other story.

[witchboyjimin]

sighs navvie im not sure if u have watched one piece (im watching for the first time and im on s1 ep 5) but the thought of jungkook as a pirate..... i am SMITTEN.

esp as shanks from 1p like oof that outfit on him... seducing jimin w his wiles and charming ass mouth...... jiminie being so flustered and frustrated w pirate jk.... jk saving jimin in a pirate battle... jimin dressing his wounds.... them having hot sweaty sex.... *screams ferociously*

jk laying jimin on a bed of GOLD COINS bc he deserves to be treated like fucking royalty when he gets eaten out. oohuidfugdfighdfugdfkjghdfghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh kookmin always has my brain in a TIZZY

anon u are in for a long and wild ride. hope you enjoy watching one piece!!! i used to watch it when i was A Youth but haven't in ages and ages. one of my best friends LOVES one piece though and i think generally people tend to say it's actually good aka there's very little re: filler material in the show (unlike naruto...)

I LOVE WOUND DRESSING >:))) WAU! jimin should definitely kiss it better hehe also im screaming at jk eating jm out on a BED OF GOLD COINS!!! wau, ur mind anonie...truly, you know what jm deserves!!!! jm n jk can sit on the ship's bow and stare out at the ocean tgt....very romo. they should definitely kiss as they watch the sunrise...oof.

[strigital]

finally got to experience some of the Astarion content personally and

GOOD LORD KNOWS I'M SIMPIN'

[rockingrobin69]

Worth It

A little 1.4k rom-com for you with all the clichés. Pardon my French (really though, it’s super rusty). Artist Harry, smitten Draco, the works. 

Draco must have spent at least fifteen minutes frozen in place, and it had nothing to do with the statue. The hordes of people roaming the museum seemed to care for it a great deal – and yes, it was impressive, Draco knew. Considering it was so ancient, too, it truly was a feat. But – but. It just didn’t hold a candle to the real work of art standing right next to it.

Just, oof. Draco didn’t realize he had a type until this marvel wandered into his world. Big, strong arms, large hands with deft fingers, ceaselessly sketching. Wide neck tilted just so. Dark skin showing down to the first button of his crisp shirt; big glasses framing what had to have been the most handsome face in the world. And the eyes, when they glanced up at the statue, were emerald green.

Draco wasn’t a poet, but he’d write a poem about him. He’d write a dozen. It never even occurred to him to actually approach, though – it was art, after all. You’re not meant to harass the pieces in a museum.

Thankfully, the man had a different idea. “Tourist?” he asked, in English with a hint of an accent, and Draco was instantly enchanted.

“Erm, yes. How did – how did you know?”

“I heard you talk to your friend before,” the Vision smiled, and damn it, his smile!

“Oh.” Draco had completely forgotten about Pansy. Pansy who, after at least five minutes of bitching, had simply left him be and muttered herself someplace else. He didn’t really care, to be honest. He was utterly absorbed. Isn’t that why people go to museums in the first place?

“So, you like sculptures?” The man asked, his voice low and deeply, concerningly alluring. 

“I – yes. I like the, erm, yes.” Usually Draco was quite eloquent. Usually. “Y-yourself?”

“Oui. I have to like them, you know. I am a sculpturer.”

Of course he had to be an artist. Of course. It only made sense, because Draco was already smitten to pieces, so. “You make – uh. What sort of statues do you...?" he cleared his throat in mortal embarrassment. Keep it together, Malfoy. “I’d love to see your art, I mean.”

The smile again, shit. “Maybe.” He tilted his head like he did before, and Draco felt weak. “Did you see much of the city?”

“Erm. Not much, no. We’ve just arrived last night, and then, this is mostly a, er, study trip. I’m finishing my masters in history of art, and I thought – the Louvre –” when did he pick up the habit of blabbering, exactly?

“Ah. That is a shame. There is more to Paris than a museum.” This could be purely in his imagination, but he saw a sparkle in the green eyes. Draco didn’t even know where the words came from when he stammered:

“Maybe you can, erm, show me?” Fuck. Fuck. fu-

“I would love to.”

Oh. “All – all right. I’m free tonight.”

“Fantastique. Here,” the man jotted something down on his sketchbook then tore the paper, placing it in Draco’s sweaty, nervous hand. And then – god almighty – he bent down to kiss Draco’s cheek. “Meet me in this address? Seven o’clock?”

“Yes,” Draco breathed, which meant anything, please.

*

This wasn’t him. Draco was much more a cynic than a sap, for crying out loud. He wasn’t a simpering, chattering fool, swayed by things like bright eyes and sweet smiles and whatever the fuck this was. He didn’t do clichés. He didn’t do ‘fall in love with a mysterious stranger in bloody Paris’. This stood against everything he believed in, prided himself on, knew about himself. Still, he went. How could he not? Have you seen those arms?

The address led him to a little café, in a charming little street, because fucking hell. Draco’s Masterpiece was already there wearing a white button-down, the tightest black jeans, and a delicate maroon scarf. Damn, damn, damn. He looked so handsome, Draco thought he’d melt.

He didn’t even know his name. That didn’t stop his mystery man from ordering them wine (red, strong, perfect), and telling Draco all about the art scene in Paris in that deep voice of his. After dinner he took them on a walk near the river, bright even in the dim light. He was so gorgeous, it took a while before Draco could even catch on to what he was saying. When he did, he wished he hadn’t; the bastard dared to be funny, fuck him. And clever. And nameless. Could it be more romantic? Draco felt sick to his stomach. Just as he came to that nauseating conclusion, it started to rain.

He was doomed to die by cliché. Draco gave it precisely one thought before he focused on more important things, like those arms, wrapped all around him. 

*

The studio was in a handsomely-shabby building in another little street. The Vision opened his door after a few rings, checkered shirt unbuttoned, black trousers somehow tighter than they were last night. Draco felt ill.

Draco was not the kind of guy to get so flustered, honest. He was usually very cool and collected. But this mysterious, hunky, charming stranger – he did something to him. Something hot and squishy and terrifying and heady. Something… which made him fight with Pansy to ‘just calm down, you cow’ and ignore things like he’s a stranger, and I might get murdered today as he headed towards the studio the following afternoon. She could go back to the Louvre for more studying or whatever. He’d fill in what he missed on online.

Last night, after the wettest kiss in Draco’s life, the Piece De Resistance gave Draco his home address. He fondled his arse a little under the arch as they waited for the rain to stop, laughing and kissing and faffing about like horny teenagers. But he didn’t take him home that night, because he said he wanted to treasure it. Because he adored, revered and cherished Draco. God fucking help him. 

“Oh, merde, I’m sorry, I –“ there was paint on his chest. On his arms, revealed, sleeves rolled. A dot of it on his nose. Draco thought he could scream.

“It’s all right,” he said through parched throat. “I’m sorry for coming unannounced. You said I could – sorry. You were working, I take it?”

“Ah, oui,” he smiled (damn him to all hell!) “A new sculpture. I got inspired.”

Draco’s pants felt awfully tight. “That’s very. Cool.”

“Cool,” the man laughed, then repeated again, “cool. You are like American. Cool.”

“Have you had many Americans?” Draco choked, “in your – studio, I mean?”

“No. Never. You are the only tourist.” Don’t ask him why, but Draco believed that. The big eyes were very candidly green. 

“So, are you going to invite me in, or…?”

The Marvel did, and then Draco was inside, and hot damn. There was art all around him, so much to see and admire. A pair of arms drew his attention immediately, but they were most unfortunately not modeled after his Vision’s. “What’s that?”

“Oh, these are for the Venus. I want to give her arms, so she can shoot a – how you say? Arrow. Like in Le Roman de la Rose.”

Poetry, grand, just what Draco needed right now. “Right, I see. Is that why you… by the statue? That’s what you were sketching?”

There was a shy element to the green of his eyes now, and Draco thought he’d already melted. “Uh, no. This is old. I…this is another work. I call it, le ciel de nuit.”

Of course he did. “May I see it?”

“I… ok.” Was that a blush on his cheeks? Then his Masterpiece shoved a sketchbook under his nose, the same one from the museum, and it took a second for Draco to catch on that –

“Hey, that’s me!”

A moment of stressful silence. “Oui. You. Draco, you said.”

“I…”

“Your face,” the man continued slowly, growing closer. Then his hand was on Draco, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. “The symmetry. The… je n’sais pas. Very beautiful, my Draco.”

The gasp was inevitable. “I don’t even know – I don’t know what to call you.”

“Hmm?” he was too busy running fingers down Draco’s sides to pay attention.

“Will you ever tell me your name?”

“Pardon?”

“You haven’t – yet.”

“Oh,” the Vision laughed, warm and guttural and Draco wanted to swim in it. “I’m sorry. I got very… distracted with you. My name is Henri.”

Draco wondered if a crush this hard could actually kill you. Perhaps falling in love with a nameless (now named) stranger in Paris was worth it. Then Henri kissed him again, and Draco got his answer. 

[frogecstacy]

Hi! I really love your writing! My favorite is the one where the brothers don’t notice MC’s lipstick. Could I request you continue it with the newdateables (minus Luke) or just do Barb if that’s too much

OOf course lovely!!!

I’m so happy you liked it!

I’d be happy to do the new dateables (except Luke of course because I consider him my son)

For anyone who sees this first here are the brothers

https://frogecstacy.tumblr.com/post/645300851675709440/maam-may-i-please-request-mc-getting-a-new

Part 2 of the new dateables not noticing they are wearing MC’s new lipstick (except Luke)

Reader is gender neutral 

Hope you like it

Diavolo

Your relationship with Diavolo had to be very appropriate and mature when addressing the public and attending meetings

Never really getting to fool around (if you know what I mean)

However while still dating a royal Diavolo always made sure he had time for you and that your relationship was fun

He had read somewhere in a human world magazine that keeping you partner happy and living life to the fullest was how a relationship lasted

He vowed to live by that. I kid you not if not for Barbatos this man would have pledged his life to make sure your every need was acquired 

Diavolo had been very busy recently and you thought maybe this new lipstick you had bought would spark his attention

OH BOY WAS THIS MAN SMITTEN

He wanted you to paint a picture on his face

Your lips and the brush and the lipstick as the paint

Sadly you two were in a meeting regarding a new lunch menu, but the only thing this man had on his mine was eating your lips

His brain going BRRRRRR

You quickly picked up that his attention for this conversation was dropping quickly and was trying to end the conversation

As soon as the chef that runs the cafeteria left, Diavolo gave you no chance to say goodbye

His lips were on your quickly grabbing your cheeks so you could face him

“Now darling I must say this new lipstick of yours is quite tempting” Diavolo was smirking giving you a teasing tone

“Is it a crime to want my boyfriend’s attention” you loved giving him those innocent puppy dog eyes

“Why yes it is my dear, I’m afraid your punishment will be giving me more kisses” 

How you loved Diavolo’s “punishments”

This led to a quick make out session but it was cut short as Barbatos called reminding Diavolo he had a meeting with elderly demons regarding some RAD students getting out of hand

“We’ll continue this later my love, I hope you’ll be reapplying the lipstick. It tastes amazing.”

As you looked over at Diavolo you saw the lipstick marks on his face and was going to tell him but he was already gone

You were a bit worried but thought that Barbatos would remind before he entered the meeting

You were wrong Diavolo had quickly ran into the meeting and was met with wide eyes

“I’m sorry I am late I had... ugh, some important matter to attend to” he had thought maybe they were mad that he was late but Barbatos had quickly pulled him aside for a private chat

“My Lord I believe you have MC’s lipstick all over your face” Barbatos was smirking

He could have stopped this but I mean who doesn’t love a bit of excitement 

Diavolo looked at himself through his camera phone and turned bright red

He just walked in to a meeting with a bunch of elders lipstick smudged all over his face

I mean the man jinxed himself, he wanted you to paint a picture

He quickly than realised something, why be embarrassed, these geezers should know he’s in an active relationship and he doesn’t care for their opinion

He wiped off most of the marks but left one on his neck for them to know he enjoyed himself, reminding them they took him from his enjoying moment

He walked right back into that board room with his signature smile and laugh and continued with pure confidence

You later found out and was so embarrassed but that thought was quickly swept away and Diavolo said he wanted to wear your love all the time

Damn sorry I got carried away with Diavolo’s

Barbatos

They should seriously make a UR+ card of this man ASAP

Okay Barbatos is 24/7 butler so you don’t always get time with him

BUT... you had a plan to get his attention today

You had bought a new lipstick that you knew would be to Barbatos’s liking

You had went to the castle for tea but you just wanted to get Barbatos (Sorry Diavolo we kinda used you as pawn today)

You had come to the castle in a new outfit that made you look stunning 

You already are stunning lovely this outfit just made you God’s competition. Simeon have to step up his game

Okay so you enter the castle giving a small kiss to your boyfriend and saying Hi to Diavolo

Barbatos quickly saw your new lipstick and outfit and man had to hide the small blush on his cheeks

I mean he could’ve known you were going to do this but he still would be blushing 

Your chit chat with the two was small as you could Barbatos was watching the way your lips moved or the way you sipped on your cup of tea

He was not subtle in any way today

Wanting to feel your lips on his he reminded Diavolo of some work he had to complete

Barbatos insisted in guiding you to the door and for Diavolo to return to his studies

As Barbatos was leading you out he put his hand on your lower back and said “I see what you’re trying to do my dear. You want me to give you some attention” 

Now at the door and facing him you said shyly “Is it working?”

“Mhm” as Barbatos hummed his answer he leaned into you and kissed your lips

But one kiss wouldn’t suffice, he need more

Now pining you against the wall he was holding you

Your kisses started to get more desperate and Barbatos was addicted to to your lips

You were kissing all over his face

His neck, his lips, his forehead, his cheeks, he was lost in the feeling

Being so lost in your loving lips he didn’t hear Diavolo walking down the hallway to ask a question 

You both froze when Diavolo stopped talking and was staring at you two

Barbatos quickly pushed you outside and closed door

Was calm and neutral Barbatos embarrassed

He didn’t hear the end of it from Diavolo

However the prince was now reminded he assistant was in a loving relationship and need to give him more time off

Barbatos was trying to explain himself but Diavolo cut him off laughing and saying “Barbatos you should wash your face first before you explain yourself”

He left to wash his face confused but knew why when he saw himself in the mirror

He was tempted to walk out and enter a new timeline

But how could he leave you, he loved you more than any teasing Diavolo could give

Simeon

I could not find a good gif for him so I’ll have to get one of my own for future posts

Okay I know everyone thinks this man is Holy as hell but I think NOT!!!

I mean look at him, look at his angel outfit you can not tell this man isn’t a tease 

If he asked I would give him all the kisses he wanted

Okay so you and Simeon were going to go on a nice date in the DevilDom and you decided to wear a new lipstick

I think sometimes this man just throws out all levels of holiness when it comes to your hotness 

I mean who would be able to resist your beauty. No one bam!

You and Simeon were going to Ristorante Six for a well deserved date

You two had agreed to meet there, but Simeon had the wind knocked out of him when he saw you

He seriously had to have conversation with Micheal asking why you weren’t an angel

I mean your his angel though soooo

Okay so not only is your outfit jaw dropping he can’t get his eyes of your lips

While you two are eating dinner you remind him that his eyes should be up here, looking at your eyes

While dinner was nice all Simeon wanted to do was kiss you lushes lips

He watched you reapply the lipstick before leaving

He burned the brand name into his head and made sure he would but it again

When finally reaching the house of Lamentation he couldn’t leave without a kiss

So when he received a kiss from you he couldn't get enough

Your small kisses quickly became long and needy

Simeon had you pushed up against the door and was kissing you like there was no tomorrow

You both making sure no spot on your faces were unkissed, the moment had to come to an end as you could someone approaching the door

One last kiss and whisper of a goodbye before Simeon left to go back to Purgatory Hall 

When he got home Luke screamed

Poor baby probably doesn’t even know how to make out with anyone

Soloman was smirking and suggested that Simeon go look in the mirror

When he saw himself and he blushed 

He had to admit though he looked good wearing your lipstick

Solomon 

Okay so this man loves getting handsy and intimate at random moments

Like you could be walking together at RAD and then he’ll just start kissing you and go into an empty classroom

He loves keeping the name of the sneaky and mysterious sorcerer 

But behind his little act he just loves kissing you

So when he sees you wearing a new lipstick at RAD he pulls another one of his stunts

However maybe it kinda backfired on him

So you two are talking about a new spell you were working on

I mean the two most powerful sorcerer’s dating makes the most powerful power couple

While you’re talking about one ingredient you can’t seem to prepare right you find yourself suddenly pinned against a classroom door

His hands are at your hips and his lips are mere inches away

He’s looking at your lips and asks “Is this a new lipstick”

“Ugh, yeah it is. Do you like it?” 

Solomon wasn’t usually this bold or so revealing in the halls 

He responds with the gears in this already wanting to kiss you “I love it”

He already has his lips on you and he’s hoisted your legs around his waist

Opening the classroom door and closing it behind him, he places you on the desk turning your light kisses into a hard make out session

Your lips trailing everywhere from his lips to his neck to his forehead

After almost trying to see who could go without air for the longest you two heard the bell rings and quickly separated going to your different classes 

Solomon had ran into Asmo and he got a handful of questions from him

Solomon was confused but than it him, he must be wearing MC’s lipstick all over his face

“Ahh, you and MC getting real bold at school Solomon” Asmo loved the tea on your relationship 

Solomon’s pride didn’t falter and just said “We did an experiment and that was it”

He walked away smirking

What a sneaky bastard

[supernaturalgirl20]

This Love (part two)

Pairings: Frankie Morales x reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, p in v smut, cursing, fluff, fighting.

Summary: Months after admitting your feelings for each other, your relationship with Frankie is stronger than ever. Helena makes a decision that could tear it all down. All good things must come to an end. Right?!

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You grab the sheet tightly in your hand, a moan escaping your swollen lips.

“Oh god….baby don’t stop…just like that.”

You move your hand to grab at his hair, tugging it harder as you near your release. Almost. Almost. Suddenly his mouth is off you and you sigh in frustration.

“Frankie, baby, I was almost there. Why did you stop. You can’t just wake me up like that and then leave me all wound up.”

He laughs, kissing his way up your thigh, over your stomach and finally meeting your lips in a searing kiss. He grabs his thick cock and strokes himself twice before lining up at your core. In one swift motion he is buried to the hilt inside you, filling you completely. You let out a loud moan.

“Shhhh baby, you gotta be quiet, don’t want to wake Sophia.”

It’s slow, almost lazy and you can feel every ridge, every vein on his thick member. God you love sleepy morning sex with Frankie.

“Didn’t……thrust….let….thrust….you come….before….wanted…ugh….come on…fuck…my cock.”

“Oh god Frankie….harder…please…..too slow.”

With that Frankie began pounding into you over and over. Hitting that sweet spot inside you every time. Your whole body was in ecstasy as you came loudly soaking his cock. With one final grunt Frankie spilled himself into you. He slowly pulled out and went to the en-suite to get a cloth and cleaned you up. Getting back into bed he lays down and pulls you into him.

“God I fucking love you baby.”

“I love you to.” You snuggle into his side.

“So what are the plans today?” He says as he runs his fingers up and down your spine.

“Well Santi is having that barbecue tonight, show off his new girl.”

“Damn forgot about that. Do we have to go?” He says snuggling closer

“Yes, or Santi will come over rip you a new one.”

There is a knock at your door before Sophia comes barrelling in. Jumping on the bed, she leaps on top of Frankie.

“Oof, bebita you gotta go easy, daddy is getting old now” he says tickling her. Once he releases her she crawls over to you.

“Morning baby, have a good sleep?”

“Yeah, am I staying with my abuala today?”

“Yeah baby and your going to stay for a sleepover, is that ok?”

“Yeaah” she hops down and rushes out of the room.

You turn to look at Frankie to find he already has his eyes on you, a look of adoration on his face.

“What?”

“Your just….so good with her, you’ve always been an amazing mother to her, it gets me thinking.”

“Oh no, don’t hurt yourself”, you say laughing.

“Oh you’ve done it now,” he says moving on top of you tickling you.

“Stop…..Frankie please….I can’t take it.” He stops and just stares down at you.

“Let’s have a baby!” Your shocked, having not expected this conversation today.

“Before you say anything, I’ve wanted this with you since that night at the bar. Your amazing with Sophia and she isn’t even yours, you would be an amazing mom. Imagine a mini me or you and Sophia would be the best if sister.” He was rambling now and you decided to put a stop to this, so you kissed him.

“Frankie…”

“It’s ok…we can talk about it again further down the line..” He goes to move off of you but you pull him back. You place your hands either side of his head, looking him deep in the eyes “is this what you really want?”

“Yes, I want it all with you baby.”

“Ok.”

“Ok? As in we’re going to have a baby ok?

“Yes Frankie we can try for a baby.” He plants kisses all over your face, “I love you, your going to be a hot mama, all swollen with my baby inside you.”

“Ok slow down there cowboy, our eldest is awake now and could walk in any minute.”

“Tonight,” he says wiggling his eyebrows at you. He’s dressed and out the door to Sophia before you know it. Lying back on the bed you run your hand down to your stomach, imagining what it will be like carrying Frankie’s baby. You can’t help the smile that spreads over your face.

****

Arriving at Santi’s that evening, Frankie is beaming, his arm wrapped around your waist.

“Hermano, glad you could make it, and Y/N, looking stunning as always.” He goes to kiss your cheek but Frankie stops him, “eh no funny stuff, hijo de puta.” They both laugh and hug each other.

“So where is this girl Pope? Or is she all in your head.”

“Nah, she’ll be here soon you’ll see.”

Walking towards the backyard, you spot the Miller brothers arguing over the bbq.

“You got to put it on like this..”

“Hey I know how to cook, back off benny.” Laughing at their antics you walk towards your sister.

“Hey, someone seems extra cheerful tonight”, she says nodding towards Frankie.

“Is he, I hadn’t noticed.” Smiling into your beer.

“You gave him a blowjob on the way over here?”

“He wishes, no we had a chat this morning about the future.”

“Omg…aah, he proposed, I knew it, wait until I tell Will.”

“What that’s not what…”

“Benny owes me 100 .”

“Wait what? You guys bet on this?”

“Ugh…yeah. Come on it’s you and Frankie, I bet he had the ring picked out years ago.”

“Oook, well as much as I would love to be engaged to Frankie, that’s not it.”

“Oh! Well what has him smiling like the cat that got the cream.”

“We’re going to try for a baby.”

“Aaahhhh, I’m going to be an auntie.”

“Keep it down, I’m not pregnant yet.”

Frankie makes his way over to you both, sits down beside you and pulls you into him.

“Hey Jen, how was Mexico?”

“Oh it was amazing, and the food, ugh, I’ve book it again for next year.”

****

Pope’s girl as it turned out, was Yovanna from that job in Colombia. It was a little tense at first but the guys warmed up. As the night was drawing to a close there was a knock at the door. Pope went to answer it and when he came back Frankie went stiff beside you. You turn to him and his face, it was like he saw a ghost. You follow his gaze to see Helena standing in the door to the patio.

“Helena what are you doing here?”

“Not that’s it’s any of your business, but I’m here to see Francisco.” If looks could kill she would be dead from the looks Jen was given her. You move your hand to Frankie thigh and give him a reassuring squeeze. He looks to you and his face softens.

“I gotta go talk to her baby, I owe her that much.”

“You owe her nothing Frankie.”

“Maybe not but I owe it to Sophia, she is still her mother.” Frankie stands and makes his way towards her.

Pope comes to sit beside you, “hermosa are you ok?”

“What if she wants him back Santi? I can’t lose him or Sophia, it would break me.”

“Hey, now you know Fish is smitten with you, your the love of his life, she may be Sophia’s biological mother but your her mom.” You curl into him trying not to cry.

Suddenly raised voices can be heard from inside. Pope turns to you, “hermosa I think you should go in there.”

You leave the group and make your way to Frankie and the closer you get you can make out what’s being said.

“Oh so your going to let that whore raise my daughter, I don’t think so.”

“No. You do not call her that, Y/N is not a whore, that women is my everything and she’s more a mother to Sophia than you will ever be. You abandoned us, don’t forget that, because I never will. If you want to start seeing Sophia, we can discuss it with a lawyer but don’t think for one second that there will ever be anything between you and me, because there won’t. I’ve moved on, I’m happy, I am going to marry Y/N and we are going to build a home together.”

“Oh come on, Francisco…..baby, your telling me you don’t want a piece of this anymore, you don’t want to fuck me again.” Having heard enough you open the door and Frankie pushes Helena off of him. He comes to stand beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Get out Helena, your embarrassing yourself.”

“Fuck you Francisco, this isn’t over.” With that she storm out, slamming he door behind her.

“Baby are you ok?” Frankie turns to you and pulls you into a kiss.

“Yeah baby, I’m fine, I love you.”

“I love you too. She can’t take Sophia away, what are we going to do?”

“Hey , look at me baby, I’m not going to let that happen ok. It’s me, you and Sophia against the world, always.”

“And maybe one more?” You stare at him lovingly and move his hand down towards your stomach.

“Well then we better get working on that then,” he says peppering kisses all over your face.

“Actually..” He pulls back and looks at you expectantly

“Are you…are we…”

“Yeah, we’re about to become a family of four”. Frankie lifts you up and spins you around. “You have just made this old man very happy. I love you, both of you, he says placing his hand back on your stomach.

“Wait until we tell Sophia .”

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moon. | l.sy x gn!reader

lee sangyeon x gn!reader

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to put it short: congrats! Something you should actually say, right? Your best friend and crush is getting married in two days and you feel,... well, not very good about it. So, wait... he's returning the feelings? Damn.

content warning: ANGST in capital letters, I would add lots of exclamation points but im lazy. So yeah, hella angsty. Some good old making out, it's kind of heavy at some point but no smut at this point lol. I don't condone any of the done actions, so yeah, I would've personally handled everything differently, but you know, y/n is kinda wild. Very awkward sometimes, but that's more the situation in itself. ALSO, NOT PROOFREAD

taglist: @loki-in-hogwarts

note: the second thing i wrote and im somewhat excited!!! Yes! Exclamation points. So,... thanks for reading :)

It was a great day. Well, at least seemingly for everyone but you. Your best friend in this world Sangyeon was about to get married to the love of his life, who is notyou and now you just stand in the hotel lobby waiting for it to happen. Funnily enough, the crushing feeling of desperation and fear didn’t seem to set in yet.

The hotel lobby was filled to the brim with acquaintances and other guests possibly confused by the uproar of the wedding guests. So, who were you specifically waiting for? The rest of your friend group, the ones who will most likely clean up after the wedding whatever will be left of you.

A nervous smile swept up to your lips, casually just avoiding every sort of tension that could come across you. Just with the luck of this entire occurrence an older woman started to approach you, demon alike features spreading around her face almost like she knew you were apparently the only single person here. An aunty, that wasn’t even related to you but had all the business to judge.

“Are you here for the bride or the groom?”, her sweet voice rang a familiar feeling in your stomach. Almost too sweet, making you suspicious of her intent. “I’m here for my best friend, Sangyeon. So, yeah, for the groom.”, you hesitated a second, “What about you though? Do you know the bride?”

“She’s my youngest niece, the only one that still visits, her sisters don’t even care anymore…” You nodded politely, not wanting to anger her now and stepped towards a different direction.

“So, my dear, are you here with anybody?” You already feared that question, the same as always. The eyes of yours started with a panicked expression searching through the room a familiar pair. “No, I am here on my own. I kinda wanted to focus on getting Sangyeon through with it, being there for him.” As a friend.

Possibly this was the first part of feeling despair and fear. People at this wedding were really waiting for them to get married. They weren’t joking, this would change everything.

“Ah, I see. You know, get over him. Well, it is time for you at least, you’re not getting younger. There are quite few handsome men here. I remember the names Juyeon and ah yes! Kevin, get over here!” As far as you were concerned, your facial expression couldn’t possibly look more stunned than a moment ago, yet another one of your good friends appeared, seemingly just as confused.

This only held on for a good second, Kevin knew exactly what to do. “Oh hi, I’m so sorry to steal [Y/N] away from you, but I actually need to talk to them on my own over a gift we both prepared for the couple!”, he grinned at the lady, who was obviously smitten with him. “Yes, of course, hun. Take your time.” She finally hushed into a separate direction.

“So, how are we doing? You seem kinda… stressed.”

“You don’t say”, you sighed, “if I have to go through a conversation like this again today, believe me I’ll-. “

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I get the sentiment. Even though I meant more the other situation. Like in, Sangyeon getting married and you sitting here all grumpy because of it.”, Kevin was already aware of your “small” infatuation with your best friend, a man too far out of your reach also funnily enough, the man’s wedding you’re attending. However, your friend in front of you didn’t seem to mind talking about it out loud in a place like the hotel lobby. Your lips tightened up into a fine line.

“I’m not grumpy! I just…I don’t really know what to do. I mean, I know I’m going to be there for him but yeah, okay, I might feel a bit grumpy.” The lobby did clear up a lot now.

“Okay, oof. There’s this dinner with everyone in the evening today, do you think you can get through that?”, Kevin asked hesitantly just as stressed with this additional complication.

“I mean, I probably have to, don’t I? This makes me so sick, ugh. Not gonna lie, my stomach feels like a laundry machine.” You laughed quietly and drifted off again into a place where you didn’t need to think about this.

“What did you really expect though? You know I love you, respectfully, but like, this feels like an incredibly bad move to do.”

“Don’t you think it would be worse if I didn’t show up at all? I’ll just need to go through this weekend and I’m outta here. No one will know anything.” It might feel like a nightmare but at least a nightmare you can actually run away from and not actually have to face at some point.

“Well, I hope you’ll keep your confidence. Because imagine I saw the person, I love getting married to someone else. Oh my, believe me, you wouldn’t find me for the next three weeks.”

“Not very helpful, a good three out of ten. I guess, I’ll just stick to sulking around then.” A dead smile crept up your lips following a stern look from your side at your opposite.

“Seems like a good plan, just stick to me, maybe we will find someone to take your attention away from this, huh?” A sly grin was visible on Kev’s face.

“Ughhh, of course. Let’s do this. It can’t get much worse than that”, you cleared your throat, “thanks, though. You actually make this here somewhat bearable.”

“Awww, come on. We should pack out our suitcases.”

No one can really prepare someone for a moment like this. Most older folk turned into their hotel rooms which left you in a party like situation seeing your closest friends turning it up in a huge pavilion while the future groom sits comfortably on a velvety sofa hand in hand with his fiancée.

The air was quite warm even at this time of the evening, not humid, just warm enough for everyone to taste the end of this era with nostalgia and a slight feeling of energy to experience what’s to come afterwards.

You as well sat down, continuously processing your environment. With a cup of your favorite drink, you felt invincible, nothing able to shake you down.

Now while this wasn’t a preferred environment, this was manageable; you could look your best friend into his eyes and proudly congratulate him on his wedding. You would be able to get over this and continue to be a great friend. Black hair with an intense facial expression made its way into your viewpoint along with a somewhat tipsy Kevin. Simultaneously the lighter hair of your best friend fought his way through the crowd.

Lee Sangyeon, the man lighting up your mood with simple touch of his fingertips was now signalizing for you to head outside towards the veranda of the pavilion. He exuded patience, yet clearly waiting for a response of you. You nodded and brushed cautiously over your evening attire.

“Hii, [Y/N]! Can I introduce this someone to you? This is Juyeon, he might look a bit intense, but he’s really nice to talk to! So, I’m gone for a sec then!” Kevin started drifting off into a different direction where you stopped him in his tracks.

“Could this wait? Sangyeon needs to talk to me. I think it’s important, I’ll come back though in a bit!” You gifted both of them an apologetic face and made your way around the men towards the going to be groom.

Surely it wasn’t exactly clear why he wanted to speak to you, especially on his own. He was still waiting for you after all.

“[Y/N]! What has it been? Like three? Four months? I missed you so much.”, Sangyeon pulled you into his chest abruptly and sighed softly into your shoulder. Engulfed entirely in his figure you never wanted to wake up from this again. Was it now 10 seconds? 15 seconds? Neither he nor you really seemed to let go, taking in all the scents of his that were formerly familiar to you.

“Yeah, I think so. You were probably busy planning this all and I just had to work, I guess.” Trying to keep it short was your main goal, appearing distant maybe. He didn’t mind at all though. Not discouraged from continuing this conversation Sangyeon pointed at the veranda, showing the only speck of space with little to no crowd.

The veranda was close to closed off to the party. Non distinguishable palm trees in the far distance were playing right into your cards for not having to look into his eyes. Magnetically glowing, that’s how he appeared. All happy and smiley about the obvious luck he was experiencing. Now again, he sat down with you in the beach chairs without loosing a word.

“The palm trees are so pretty. You remember me wanting to buy some new plants?”, you tried to invite him to the conversation.

“You always want to buy new plants, which time do you mean?” Sangyeon grinned to himself. “You know what? It’s so weird. Everything feels still so unreal. This wedding, also you at my wedding… So weird.”

“I am literally your best friend, where else should I be? Your funeral? At home? Who else is going to charm the hotel staff for some free capri suns and new towels?” Your mouth crinkled up and you let out a soft laugh.

“[Y/N] … You know exactly what I mean!”

“Noo, not at all. I’m so confused right now, not gonna lie.” Your face finally moved towards his direction, seeing his gentle gaze resting on you.

“Do you remember when we were still in school, and we promised each other we would marry each other if we didn’t find anybody else?” His gaze got more intense with each sentence.

“Yeahh, kind of. I was probably tired and it’s like ten years ago. I’m not really sure what you’re trying to tell me.”

“I really thought I was going to marry you. For several years, actually.”, he laughed. “I had such a crush on you and then you met your s/o and all that. Ughh, it seemed so complicated back then. Kind of weird to think about what could have happened if I did ask you out or something.”

“True.”, you turned away again standing up and resting against the wooden railing of the pavilion. “But you didn’t so, let’s just drop it there.” The weather as well started rebelling a bit, the wind hugging your figure slightly too tight for your taste.

“Why are you so cold all of a sudden?”, he whispered closely behind you.

“Well, you’re getting married tomorrow. And you’re telling me about a crush you had on me?”, you croaked.

“I was just being nostalgic, I thought this would be fine with you.” Sangyeon appeared now next to you on the railing, waiting for you to face his concerned dark eyes.

“It isn’t for me. It just feels wrong.”

“What feels so wrong about it? It was a long time ago.”

It is here, the bitterness. Bitterness shouldn’t even be the correct term, the pain of your heart going into a slump didn’t feel like a fitting word. Being reminded again that you will never have a chance again.

“Wait or is it not a long time ago for you?”, The voice of his tried to word his next sentence very carefully.

“I went out with them because I thought you were joking. Then when I thought about you, it was always different. It was too late though, you met her.” Only the close ocean along with the wind were hearable, neither you nor he were able to form another thought put into a sentence.

“You could’ve told me. I would’ve-.”

“Broken up with her?”

“No, I-.”

“Then what could you have done?”, you interrupted Sangyeon’s rambling, trembling while speaking. Terribly spiteful with a bite that wasn’t too often dripping down your lips.

“This.” Sangyeon pressed a fluttery kiss against your lips. Slender fingers tapped onto the skin right under your chin, signalizing you to look at him.

The now much calmer atmosphere made you snake your arms around his torso. Heat rose towards your head, longing after a second out in the cold again just to see his lovely facial expression. Your lips broke off and touched once more in an almost hypnotic fashion.

His hot breath started sliding downwards your cheek to your neck, physically making you unable to resist his entrancing presence. Also his hands broached over from your face down to your waist, holding you with the lightest touch.

Sangyeon’s lips darted away from yours, catching you staring deeply into his eyes. The silence felt warm now as well, filled with the slow and recovering breath of the participants.

“[Y/N], I think I still feel that way.”, a rosy blush swept over the man’s face you wanted to hear say these things so many times and so long ago.

“No. No. No. You shouldn’t! I shouldn’t either! I have to go.” The reality of the situation caught up to you. This was bad. Incredibly bad. Still the disgusting feeling of hope within this made its way up to your head. Stinging alongside the feeling of remorse, you didn’t think clearly, especially now, next to him.

You darted in the fastest way possible from the pavilion up to the hotel to your room, leaving him there.

Today should be the final day. The hopes that already should have been buried a long time ago, crawled up again and clawed its way into your mind. What if he leaves her for you today? Like in those unrealistic rom coms. Yes, again, it was unrealistic.

Leaving her at the altar and running after you. While all those thoughts of hope and wishes came together you found yourself with a stomachache. His fiancée was an incredibly nice person, sweet and kind along with being a beauty. You shouldn’t even dare to think about Sangyeon that way anymore, she deserved a lot more. Quite honestly, you felt pathetic. Who were you to run into their possible future?

Just because of a simple brush over the lips, his eyes staring into yours like no one else existed but you and his soft hands delicately touching your waist. A tap on your shoulder put you out of your trance, “[Y/N]? Can you go up to Sangyeon’s room? He asked for you.” Kevin’s eyes glanced at you with uncertainty. Neither you nor he knew why he wanted to see you.

Even more importantly, why did he need to see you alone? This seemed like dangerous territory after, basically yesterday. Agony rose again, what if he really was going to leave her?

“Sure, I don’t know why he wants to see me again though.”, you said and left to see the groom’s room. You stumbled more and more over every step closer to the door of the man who’s going to rip your heart and air out of your lungs. The normally soft laid out carpet felt in this moment like you were stepping barefoot over glass. There was the door, brightly painted in eggshell paired with the digits of the hotel room.

Before you could reach the door to knock on it, light brown waves greeted your overtly surprised face.

“You clean up well.”, Sangyeon’s rang in your ears clearer than freshly hung-up laundry in your nose. His previously concerned face curled up into a faint smile.

“Same goes for you”, you tried your best to hide the very apparent frog in your throat, “So, why do you need me?”

“Just needed to see you before going out there, I guess.”, his voice got a lot quieter. It got silent.

Not sure if a said word was necessary, you plopped down on a small, velvety stool. Every whisper was to be heard. An otherness surrounded Sangyeon, like he wasn’t there anymore, and his thoughts took over his being. You scooted closer towards him, just wanting to see him up close for the last time like this, smelling his earthy cologne from this distance.

“Why are you doing this to me?”, your voice went close to hoarse after the question. He was just as silent as before. No sound, nothing. This torment of a weekend was supposed to end with no gratification, not feeling free from this feeling on your chest? Your hand slid over his, the most desperate attempt to get his attention while also experiencing his touch again. Sangyeon jerked his hand back and returned to his absent posture.

“Why do you want to hurt me like this? I am your best friend, and you use me like I’m nothing.” The lack of power you had now made you sink down to the beige teddy carpet. Small tears started swelling up in your nearly dry eyes, kind of contradictory, yet the more tear drops rolled down your cheeks the rottener and hollow you felt.

“You were my best friend until you-.”, he stopped midsentence, “made me feel things again I didn’t need, I didn’t want.” Also his face was wet, ridden with tears making his usually calm and cheerful persona look like a painful insult.

“You asked me here. It hurts, Sangyeon. I can’t make it stop hurting, I don’t know what to do”, you reached for him again, “Could I ever be enough for you?” He returned your former attempts to stroke your face. Cornering both of you, the air trapped you in the toxins of heartbreak and hopelessness.

Once again, Sangyeon’s hand glid over your soft skin and halted on your face. Glaringly staring into each other’s eyes, you were there again. The day before, yesterday. Close to baring the soul of each person present.

“[Y/N], it’s not about being enough. It never has been. I have made a commitment I already broke, I…I can’t do this”, he sighed, “you know I love her.”

“I thought you loved me as well.” Overwhelming nothingness overruled you, almost scaring you about this reaction. You weren’t crying, yelling nor having any physical reaction at all. It was convincingly numb; the resting hurt would come later. Sangyeon’s head dropped in the dip of your shoulder and neck.

This sort of closeness would never happen again. You feeling him breathing into you while having his comforting heartbeat close to yours.

“I do, but I can’t do this to her. I would never do this to her.”, he whispered into your shoulder. A sigh came from his side.

“Then, please. Kiss me, for the last time.” The last part of the sentence left a disgustingly bitter taste in your mouth. This was over, right? His head, which was formerly resting on your shoulder, drifted up and towards yours. Also his expression blank and hollow, like he didn’t know anything.

For the last time, his hands cupped your face in a comfortable manner. As always, he felt homely, but he surely wasn’t yours ever. Not even waiting a good second or two, the light brunette’s face came closer to yours. With no hesitation both of your lips touched tenderly, releasing every sort of affection that could be expressed at that second. You inhaled again his intoxicating scent, in the hopes of having him all over you. His now reddened lips moved closer towards your jawline making you gasp for air.

Also, you weren’t completely still, constantly shifting your hands up and down over his torso upwards his neck, desperately feeling everything, you can for the last time. Sangyeon’s locks tickled you softly while he suddenly latched his mouth onto your neck right below your ear.

“No. Please, I just want a kiss on my lips.”, you said lowly, closely resembling a whine afterwards. He complied pretty quickly, leaving you with no thought but him tickling your bottom lip with his warm tongue. With him being this fast, you didn’t want to keep him on his toes. Entirely engaged in this moment, hands surprised you again on your waist, wandering closer and closer under the blouse you were wearing. You moaned into the kiss, making him take the opportunity to maneuver his tongue into your mouth.

Similarly to you, he was also stunned for a short moment when you grabbed up onto some strands of hair. A sigh left his now plump lips, a need of fresh air arrived onto both of you. Yet this was short lived, his hands captured your chin and attached his lips again onto yours in a matter of mere seconds. A bell rang, close footsteps to be heard across the floor reminding you of the situation you were in.

“Why am doing this? I am so sorry.”, you broke off his lips and took a step backwards at the door.

“[Y/N], we both did this, and it won’t happen again. We just need some time without each other. I think it would be for the best if we don’t spend time together alone anymore.”

“Are you doing what I think you’re doing? I don’t know what to say. I-.”, His lips captured yours again fast with a lot more force behind his kiss.

A strong arm shut the about to be opened door again and hovered over your head. The other one caught grabbed your chin with an almost contradictory feeling to it, the lightest touch just to shove you into his direction. You sighed into his lips, waiting for him to commit with his tongue one more time. Buttery lips pressed against yours and clang inside your mouth. Fiercely did your tongues meet, ending with him sucking on yours. Wet cheeks batting against each other with no intent of separating, your movement still came to a halt.

“You know what? I hate this. I want you to be happy, then if it is with her, I will just y’know…go or uhm mind my business.”, you slurred the last part. It wasn’t really one of your most prideful moments. Still flushed with tears and embarrassment you dropped again against the room door.

“I ask for one condition though,” incredibly hearse was your voice after the crying and even more so because of your follow up, “I do not not want to see you for some time, I don’t want to have to see your face ever again.” Tears weren’t anymore swelling up in your eyes, they never seemed to stop running down with no chance of leaving this conversation with an ounce of self-respect and pride.

It wasn’t even really much of a problem to leave him behind for a bit, it most likely would be for the best anyway, yet while his words should only leave a small mark and feel like a ripped off band aid, you felt alone. A sense of loneliness crept stealthily into you leaving you with nothing but a severe feeling of dread.

“If that is what you want, I’ll respect that.” The room got quieter till you heard the last of his words: “Of course, I still want you in on my wedding though, you’re still my best friend.” Sangyeon’s usual soft and kind smile appeared on his face, seemingly reaching you an olive branch. The former assertiveness and confidence drained through the conversation; you were nothing but a wreck.

“Alright, I’ll be there.”

The ceremony was beautiful. Fairy like flowers were hung all across the beach space, making the place more surreal than it was to begin with. Everything light with a hint of light green and an even lighter lavender tone. The air seemed to have evaporated all the tension and sadness from your face. All across the seats were relatives and friends sitting with a nervously happy face. Ironically, he really thought it was going to be you someday.

“You’re [Y/N], right? Everyone always tried to introduce me to you. Now we’re sitting next to each other at Sangyeon’s wedding together! I’m Juyeon by the way.”

[theyanderespecialist]

Their Darling Light (Headcanons) Sun X Reader X Moon (Sharing) (FNAF: Security Breach) (Yandere)

[Hello My Sexy Readers, I am here with a new chapter This was requested off of wattpad by  So it is of sun and moon sharing their darling as yandere headcanons please enjoy these questions and such my sexies!]

-Sharing Headcanons With Sun X Gender Neutral Reader X Moon-

.These two are separate and do not like each other very much.

.Though they have some things in common.

.They both care for the kids.

.They both do not like messes.

.And Most important they are both in love with you.

.It started with sun, he was the first to see you and was smitten right away.

.He warned you to stay away from moon's domain which was the nap time area.

.Sun tries to protect you from Moon as he is afraid moon is going to hurt you.

.Your like a small butterfly to him.

.He could so easily tear you apart but he keeps you nice and safe.

.So that means he does everything to keep moon away from you.

.In general at first sun is shy and just loves holding hands with you.

.BUT He HAS To be the center of your attention as he is very lonely and needs human connection badly.

.He also gets very possessive with your attention and sometimes does not want to share you with the kids.

.He never wants you to leave at the end of the day when you have to leave the pizzaplex.

.Then moon meets you and he well he is a bit more forward than moon and more confident.

.While sun is shy and easily pleased.

.Moon is not like that at all.

.Moon is possessive right off the bat.

.HE HAS TO HAVE YOU

.And unlike sun he is more than willing to use some force to get what he wants.

.May it be holding you, snuggling you or straight up kidnapping you.

.His is also the one that would be the firm hand with punishing you and keeping you in line.

.Moon is the one who gets sun to agree to share you.

.Because with the two of them you will never get away from them.

.They did not like the idea of sharing at first but it is what is best.

.Sun is the one who tries to keep you happy and smiling and pleasing you.

.Though he would not let you go.

.Moon. Oof he is a bit more extreme

.He would be the one to talk Sun into kidnapping you with him.

.And also the type to drug you with moondrops to keep you in line.

.Sun feels bad for doing this to you while Moon knows it is what is needed.

.Once they get you to love them things get better.

.Your now allow to roam the day care when it is closed.

.They give you all the affection.

.So in the end Sun would be the type to try and keep you happy and moon will do what it takes to keep you.

.And yes they would share but not be happy with it at first.

.And still very jealous of one another.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS this is done, I hope you all enjoyed this and stay sexy everyone!]

[asmosmainhoe]

Omg I fell in love with your blog when I stumbled upon a post of yours! You don't have to do it in fact you can just ignore this one but can you do the brothers with an MC who can bend? (Like from Avatar the last Airbender)

Thank you! I'm glad that you like my stuff💞

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The brothers with a s/o who can bend

Gender neutral MC

Warnings: slight cursing, slight spoilers in Lucifer's part

Lucifer

He doesn't think much of it at first.

He never saw you bending and he can't imagine that a mere human can be so powerful.

Oh was he wrong.

The first time he threatens to kill you you weren't saved by Diavolo. The prince just calmed down Lucifer.

You saved yourself by keeping the angry demon at bay with your fire.

He doesn't like to admit it, but he's really impressed by your skills.

Sees how much he underestimated you and that won't happen again trust me.

He is also kind of relieved.

That means you won't die as easily as he thought you would.

Mammon

You're in the garden and training.

That's when he sees you bending.

Oh okay, so that's a thing they can do...

Wait wHAT?!

How can someone as fragile as you lift such big rocks?

Without touching them?

So he stands there with wide eyes and open mouth.

You giggle.

"Mammon, close your mouth before something flies inside."

He's turning red at your response.

Levi

Of course this boy knows Avatar.

And of course he watched both series several times.

And when he sees you bending for the first time?

"Wooooooaaaaaah" am I right?

He's all over you and bombarding you with questions.

He's falling for you quicker than Ba Sing Se.

The way you're controlling the water mesmerizes him.

Insists that he watches every one of your training sessions.

Looks like you're not a normie anymore eh?

Satan

He first sees it when you whoop some demon's ass with fire.

"Wait is that...fire coming out of their hands?"

I'd say that fire bending is quite an aggressive fighting style.

He totally digs that.

The way you're just straight up going for total destruction in a fight?

Absolutely smitten for you.

I mean they're demons. They can handle it when you burn their face. This is hell after all.

But that's not the only thing he loves so much about you.

Your gift allows you to stand your ground around Lucifer which you're 100% doing.

You're his hero.

Asmo

The swift movements when you're bending air do things to him oof. You have no idea.

Whenever you put someone back into place or you're simply training he doesn't leave you out of his sight.

His eyes are glued onto you.

"Look at them! Aren't they attractive?"

*sighs like he's in love*

I mean he is.

The way you move and control the air around you makes him all jwuxbudbw inside. (Yes, I'm the master of words)

The fact that you're so super powerful turns him on.

Beel

"Hey, Beel, can I workout with you?"

He has such a big smile on his face. It even puts the sun to shame.

"Of course!"

It's a dream come true to him. Now he can even spend time with you during his training sessions.

This boy has no idea what's coming.

You suggest to do it in the garden and he says yes. Fresh air during sports is always good so why not?

He accidentally drops his weights when he sees you lifting those huge rocks by yourself.

His face = :0

"MC, how are you doing that?"

He forgets about his workout and sits in the grass to watch you.

Belphie

You are a fragile human.

Easy to break. Easy to kill.

You- hold up what?

Are YOU causing that monstrous wave right now?

Asmo suggested to spend the day at the beach and you're currently taking the opportunity to work on your bending.

Belphie stands right next to you with a shocked expression on his face.

You're not so fragile anymore hm?

His perspective on you makes a 180.

He finds it hot that you can just crush others in only a blink of a second.

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Rules

Masterlist

[taetaespeaches]

“You cocky little bitch.”

jungkook x reader (or oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.6K

a/n: this was written in a love-struck daze for one Jeon Jeongguk and I have no idea if it’s any fucking good at all but ya know what, I needed to indulge myself. This is literally just Guk’s partner reacting to Dynamite with him and yeah, that’s the plot. I hope you all enjoy and thank you for reading :)) I’m gonna go watch dynamite 50 more times before I sleep! 

AS soon as your boyfriend walked through the front door of your apartment you were grabbing his hand and pulling him to the kitchen. The scene was set: laptop on the kitchen counter, white screen on display, volume turned up to the maximum level.

“We’re watching it in the kitchen?” Jungkook asked you, a small smirk playing on his lips. You knew that look. He was about to wreck you.

“Don’t question me, Jeon, the counter provides the perfect height for me to be able to see the screen properly and the kitchen is a large enough space that I can jump around without kicking the fucking coffee table and stubbing my toe and running the whole experience,” you ranted to him, beyond ready to watching this fucking video.

“Ok, ok, you lunatic, are you sure you’re ready for this?” That smirk was still there. What the fuck do you do in this video, Jeon?

“What did I say about questioning me?” Jungkook’s smirk finally formed into a full smile, his eyes crinkling just the way you adored, you grinning in return as you faced the laptop. “Ok, no talking on the first play, you can tell me all the behind the scenes stuff later.”

“Aye aye, Captain,” he teased, you shaking your head as you pressed play.

You wiggled as the Big Hit intro played, your anticipation peaking. When the scene cut to a pinkish sky with six out of seven members standing in a group you smiled widely. “Ah, I see you went for the cocky vibe.”

Jungkook scoffed in response, but it wasn’t a scoff that was telling you to shush, it was more of a scoff that was telling you, just you wait. “You said no talking.”

“Shh,” you quickly shushed him, Jungkook snickering as he snuck his hand into yours, intertwining his fingers with yours.

As Jimin appeared front and center, the other members dispersing, and did a sassy little gun gesture, you let out an “oof,” Jungkook giggling beside you. “He’s cool.”

When it cut to Jungkook sitting in a bedroom, his vocals starting off the song, your eyes were glued to the screen, and Jungkook was entranced by you.

The Jungkook on the screen took a drink of milk and when he wiped away the milk mustache, giving a cocky little head snap, your eyes widened.

You felt you were keeping your composure pretty well for a person whose boyfriend was acting like, um, that in a music video, but Jungkook was highly amused by the way your jaw kept dropping open wide and wider as his verse went along.

And if your opened mouth wasn’t enough to give your lack of chill away, the gasp you let out as he sang, “like a rolling stone,” in the cockiest tone you’d ever heard come out of this man sure as hell gave you away.  You swear you didn’t fucking breath his entire verse and when he sang, “iced tea and a game of ping pong,” with another cocky ass gesture with his widened eyes looking like a whole ass fucking meal, your body reacted in a physical jolt, you covering your mouth as Namjoon took over.

“You ok, baby?” Jungkook asked you with that goddamn smirk.

You couldn’t help it, you had to pause. With the video stilled on Namjoon in a record shop, you slowly turned to your boyfriend putting your free hand on your hip as you looked at him with your mouth still open, perhaps in a state of shock.

His smile grew wider and wider and finally, you exhaled. “You should have fucking warned me,” you complained, raising your arm and using his own hand to hit himself in the chest lightly. Your boyfriend fell into giggles, you finally coming out of your shock, but you figured not for long. “What the fuck, dude?”

“Should we continue?” He teased, you taking a deep breath.

“Should I- just, should I be prepared for death right now?” You asked him, Jungkook giggling in that boyish way that you were beyond smitten with.

“You’ll be ok,” he grinned, leaning toward the laptop to press play again.

Jungkook continued to look from the screen to you, his gaze lingering on your constant changing facial expressions as Namjoon and Hoseok had their moments on the screen, you letting out a series of ooh’s and oh wow’s, hyping his members for their appearances and their verses.

When Jungkook reappeared with a donut in hand, your mouth widened again before you bit your lip, a small squeal slipping out. Your hand squeezed your boyfriend’s, Jungkook leaning into you, bumping his shoulder against yours, basking in his effect on you.

At Jimin’s part, you started dancing a bit, yelling out an excited, “Jiminnnn,” making Jungkook laugh loudly. When Taehyung appeared on the screen, you gasped, taking a step back, Jungkook throwing his head back as he cackled at your reaction. You started shaking your free hand excitedly, not sure what to do with all your energy in your elated state.

When Namjoon came back on screen, you leaned closer to the laptop, asking Jungkook, “is that Yoongi in the back?” Anticipation coating your words. As Yoongi started his part, you jumped up and down quickly, yelling out, “yes Yoongi,” dragging the words out, Jungkook giggling like a school boy. At Yoongi’s little kick move, you shouted an impressed, “oh goddamn,” Jungkook falling toward you as he laughed.

You were grooving along as Jimin started singing again and when the group showed up, your man leading the pack, you groaned in your fucked up state of glee.

“Dude, fucking stop,” you whined out, Jungkook swelling with pride as you shook the hand that was wrapped up in his vigorously. “Why do you look like that, what are you doing?” You complained, almost angry by how attractive your boyfriend was.

As Tae took the center position, you shook your head slowly. “Oh, our girl is dead,” you said, referring to Taehyung’s girlfriend. Jungkook giggled, and you continued the slow movement of your head back and forth. “There’s no way she made it through this.”

The video went through a series of shots, the boys having fun dancing and being the absolute cutest and you started dancing along with them again, Jungkook joining in next to you. You ended up in a coordinated hip bumping move, both of you giggling and having the time of your lives.

When Jin appeared at the center, you yelled out, “Jinnie!” Jungkook joining in this time, also shouting out, “Jin-hyung!”

As the dancing scenes continued, you and Jungkook continued dancing, Jungkook slipping behind you, grabbing both of your hands and holding your arms out straight, almost like an airplane. He directed your arms to move around, you both laughing as he led your dancing, your eyes still on the screen.

When the music cut out, Jimin appearing alone on the screen, Jungkook wrapped his arms around your shoulders, swaying cutely with you, kissing your cheek as you smiled widely. Then your boyfriend came back on the screen, Jimin jumping on his back making you audibly coo.

“God you guys are the fucking cutest,” you whined.

“Oh, not as cute as you, Holly,” he complimented, nuzzling his face in your neck as you started grooving again.

“There’s about 20 million ARMY’s piling into this video right at this moment who would definitely disagree, sir,” you teased back, Jungkook’s giggles tickling the skin on your neck. You beamed at the dancing scenes, especially your boyfriend’s bedroom dancing, Jungkook smiling widely as he watched the screen with you, his cheek pressed against your own.

When the song ended, Taehyung closing the video out by putting a pair of sunglasses on with a little smirk, you sucked air between your teeth. “She’s a goner,” you said, again referring to his girlfriend.

“And what about you? Are you a goner?” Jungkook asked, kissing the side of your face repeatedly, you giggling as you spun in his arms, wrapping your forearms around the back of his neck.

“I don’t really know what I am,” you giggled, Jungkook laughing with you. “I was unprepared, I can tell you that much.”

“Did you like the song?” He asked, you nodding immediately.

“That was so fun, baby, it was amazing,” you complimented. “Truly, and you opening it like that? How dare you.”

He threw his head back in laughter, you continuing your lecturing. “Like oh my god, Jungkook,” you let out a small laugh. “You cocky little bitch.”

“Did it work for you?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow as he kept up his cocky act.

You flashed him a slight glare, poking your tongue to the inside of your cheek. “Well why don’t you take me into the bedroom and find out,” you suggested, Jungkook’s smile growing as he immediately started dragging you out of the kitchen to your room. “Maybe after you can show me some of those sick dance moves you did towards the end there,” you teased, Jungkook’s eyes crinkling as he beamed at you.

“Which ones? Oh you mean,” he slid away from you, “these ones?” He asked, going right into the moves he pulled at the end of the video, which you later decided to dub the ‘high knee shuffle’ and the ‘I’m a cocky little bitch and I know it but I be jamming’.

“Oof, baby, oh my god, is this foreplay? ‘Cause it’s working,” you joked, Jungkook laughing as he made his way back to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, yours settling on his chest. “You’re just spoiling me now.”

“Always,” he whispered with another cocky expression before falling to the mattress, pulling you down with him.

He was cocky, but the man had reason to be. That’s for damn sure.

[evapunk333]

Time for my favorite girl Victra!

Red Rising Thoughts: Golden Son

I read this and I just see this mischievous smile on Victra's face as she glows in Darrow's presence..she is obviously so smitten with him, but the poor girl is barking up the wrong tree and has fallen for a man who loves someone else. 💔

Oof...I feel this rejection hard. It's like Darrow definitely sees in Victra a strong and attractive woman..and maybe if he didn't already have feelings for Mustang, he might take a chance with her. But, he also knows that she has her own faults and...tbh, I don't think Victra is gentle enough for Darrow. She's too harsh, too brash...it's not really his style, even if it is somewhat sexy, but not someone he would make a life with. At least to him anyway.

To me...this almost cements it in my mind that Victra and Darrow and not meant for each other..even if Victra is still totally in love with him. Darrow is used to Red women...strong, but only because they have to be or else they will break. And unfortunately, some do break. Victra is not one of those women... "breaking" to her means that she is dead. (I mean, look how she was when her infant son was killed??)

I also feel like she is slightly too sexually open compared to other woman Darrow knows. Mustang, however, was sheltered for a lot of her life and that made her closer to what he is used to. She is more vulnerable, more modest, but still unique because of her intellect and physical prowess. It makes sense that Darrow would be just a little turned off by Victra considering his background.

But, for a moment there, you can tell he did consider her after seeing her vulnerability. However, he knows he can't...or maybe he just won't because of all the things I just mentioned..he doesn't think he's meant to be with her.

God..I seriously love this woman even more when she gets vulnerable and cute. This interaction is so adorable.

It's also interesting she picked the "smell of stone before rain falls." Like...that's so specific and speaks to her personality so well!

God... Victra is one of those women that reminds me why I am bisexual 😍😍😍

[sachirou-senpai]

bby!! can i request komori pining after a chubby reader if ur okay w it 🥺🥺 thank u so much!! -keijination hehe

Komori Motoya pining after a chubby reader

disclaimer: yes, i'm aware @haikyuuhcz did this exact same request, but i talked with her and we both determined it would be okay for me to write it. so i promise i'm not ripping her off. :))

warnings: fluff. slight mention of dirty thoughts. a lot of fluff. pining. a lot of pining too.

okay. i personally hc that komori likes chubby people

like... he just sees them and goes: 💖💕💕💗💘💝💓💝💘💝💞💕💞💗💖💝💖💗💘💕💓💕💓💕

so the moment he saw your plush things, chubby fingers, soft cheeks

oh my god, he was so smitten

maybe not love at first sight, but it was certainly attraction at first sight

he just couldn't stop looking at you

definitely looked just like this: :000

he couldn't get enough of the way your clothes fit around your body, the way your cheeks looked when you smiled, just everything

the first time he touched you he felt like electricity was running through his bones

probably couldn’t focus on anything but how perfect you were for the rest of the day

whipped bby  🥺🥺

he's also the doting kind, so your water bottle is filled before you even notice it's empty, snacks on your desk before class, bag carried

he just wants to make your life happy and easy 🥺

god he's so cute

he thinks you're so cute

and hot, god he thinks you're hot

he definitely has some uh, impure thoughts about you

which he desperately tries to chase away

but then he sees your thighs jiggle just right, your smirk, and your perfect fucking lips

well, at least he tried

he tried really hard, but you're just so goddamn attractive to him he couldn't help but y'know,, get a lil hot n bothered

oh oh oh

but the first time he hugged you? you literally made him short-circuit

he could not

comprehend

you were soft and nice and warm and you smelled so good and he could feel you breathing and he just

how perfect you were (and are)

yeah

you’d think that if he couldn’t focus from a simple touch, he wouldn’t be able to do anything from a hug, right?

well yes, for a while

he was definitely starstuck for a while

like he stands there and just stares at you for a while

a huge blush all over his face

you thought it was adorable ofc

so you giggled

and god if he wasn’t already dead before, he was now

apparently his face was even funnier, cause you giggled again

“You’re cute, Komori.”

holy shit yeah he’s dead. no more komori for us.

but!! after he gets over it!! he is so energetic!! 

your touch and laugh and your everything just gives him so much energy!!

everything about you is just so angelic and perfect and god he wants to be able to love and cherish you sooooo bad

definetly on top of his game in practice!! just!! so!! happy!!

can’t top thinking about your voice and the way YOU CALLED HIM CUTE!!!!

WAIT YOU CALLED HIM CUTE HOLY SHIT

okay now his brain is fried, no more thinking for komori

he didn't need to though

his body was already working for him

literally sprinted out of practice

ran down the halls praying to God you were still there

you were, thank the heavens

he smiled, cause he always smiles when he sees you

and then shouts, at the top of his lungs (which he comes to regret because fuck that was embarassing)

"PLEASE GO OUT WITH ME I REALLY REALLY LIKE YOU!"

please say yes, he's so fucking cute

and smitten

and just in love

he would treat you so well oh my god

pls 🥺🥺

he'd give you a kiss right then and there if you did

"Can I kiss you?"

and when you nod he cups your cheeks and gives you the softest kiss possible

so soft and sweet you might melt

who am i kidding, you would

don't worry though, he'd hold you up

god he's so fucking cute

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