#pure and absolute fluff

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

I love it when c!BorealTrio is just like

c!Phil and c!Techno about c!Ranboo: "Ranboo is our friend who we would fight the world for to keep safe and happy. He is one of few people in this world we would entrust with our and lives." (Even if one of them, not naming names, won't admit it)

And then c!Ranboo's like: "Ah yes, my neighbors! Friendly acquaintances! They sure have been awfully nice to me, practically a total stranger! I can't imagine what it would be like if they cared about me on a personal level :]" (aka: I love these two but I'm sure they just kinda tolerate me)

And then not a single one of them ever catches on

[sillystappen]

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS MAXIEL IDEA

Daniel is one year older than Max, they live on the same street and play in the park together as well as attend the same school (except when daniel moves up a year before max does).

When Max goes to secondary/high school (whichever you prefer) he gets all nervous and Daniel is all comforting saying that everyone is weird but Max is cooler because he shows it. If someone picks on Daniel suddenly theyre faced with a not as tall but very threatening Max and if Max gets worried about other peoples perceptions Daniel is there for him. In conclusion very cute stuff. Everyone viewed them as a duo, a package deal - there’s no Daniel without a Max and vice versa.

They go out together for pizza, spend summer days running around through a field, Max helps Daniel with his maths homework and Daniel helps Max with his English, they have sleepovers together, movie trips etc.

They have other friends in their respective year groups but everyone knows at the end of the day it’s Max and Daniel, Daniel and Max. Always has been. Always will be.

When they’re properly teenagers they actually get together (im thinking 16/17 years old) I like to think its at the park they met at, both sat on a swing as they talk. Daniel obviously tries to go as high as he can and Max just swings back and forth before both of them calm down into little rocks, their feet planted on the ground. They talk about nothing in particular and end but pushing their respective swings together, meeting in the middle. Cue very fluffy confession and then leaning back a little to kiss behind the chains of their swings.

And when Daniel moves to uni Max buys himself a rail pass to visit him as often as possible, and Daniel (thinking Max is so smart for having a rail card, he gets one too) comes back home every break, even if it’s just for a week. When Max goes to a different uni, it’s pretty much the same thing. Max visits Daniel, and sometimes Daniel visits Max, they go home for the longer breaks like christmas and summer but stay with each other for the shorter ones. Some of their uni mates didn’t believe that either Max or Daniel existed until they visit - which both of them found hilarious considering how much they have probably talked about the other.

But at the end of it all, they will always return to that swing-set in the park back home where Daniel drew M&D in a heart on one of the supporting poles and Max put little stars around it.

[If you want extra sap and fluff listen to some songs by late 00s/early 2010s boy bands such as One Direction, The Vamps, New Hope Club, 5SOS, etc to catch the vibes]

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Just read through your post about Konigs fantasies and ughhghuguhg the one about an M/F/F/F fantasy has my mind reeling, imagine a BiPoly Engel who wants to try threesomes with her best friend (bonus points if she and her are the same person in different fonts lmao) who's having a hard time with men so Engel suggests she joins them. I mean Engel cares SO much about her and wants to make her happy, nothing wrong with sharing the best thing in her life with her life long bestie right, Koni? (of course this isn't about watching him completely wreck her friend while she watches then eats her out when he cums inside, followed by a nasty make out sesh)

also imagine doubling the amount of praise he gets "god he's so good" "isn't he the best?" "jesus how do you even walk after taking him so much?!" poor guy is gonna have a heart attack.

Konig can finally be both big spoon and little spoon at the same time.

eventually Friend stays over when Konig is away on long missions because it gets so lonely without him and she needs someone who GETS it, can't decide if he would be excited by the amount of new content he gets from his surveillance cameras or annoyed because he's not there to join them.

Asdgdhhdgsgag this is the last straw I can't take this anymore

CW: polyamory, smut & fluff, 18+ ONLY, minors DNI

Like, personally I would never share this man with anyone but GOOD GOD THIS IS TOO CUTE & HOT I NEED TO SWIM IN THIS FOR A MOMENT because

Imagine if it was König's birthday present too??

Like Engel is waiting for him with her cute friend, both are naked as he comes in, or at the very least standing there in nothing but their cute little underwear, there's birthday balloons all over the place and they have made this beautiful big birthday cake for him and König almost faints when he sees it all. ("Und was ist das hier?" 👀)

Lol and the poor friend?! She freezes too when she sees König, almost gets cold feet there on the spot and blurts out something like "He's so big… Uh, I mean, tall," to Engel (as if König can't hear them) and Engel tries to reassure her that "Please, don't be shy, you're not going to regret this" (again, as if König wasn't in the same room at all) and "I tried to tell you he's big! But don't worry. He can be very gentle. Isn't that right, König…?"

And that's where König finally gets to join in, promises that Ja he is very gentle there's no need to be afraid, and just, how could he say no? It's all wrong and right at the same time, and damn him if he's not tender and careful with these two compliant, needy ladies, both of these women are just shivering, Engel from anticipation and the (quite frankly horrified) friend from the prospect of getting impaled by the biggest cock she's ever seen…

But because König would never hurt women, he of course treats his birthday present with utter care. And perhaps they prepare the friend together with Engel…?

And when she finds out how much she enjoys their kisses, she would soon demurely ask if König could perhaps prepare her with his fingers…? *shy* And Engel would kiss her all over while König eats her out, adds a finger, two, then three… Next thing she asks is if they could both ride König a little (like this is a situation where you could really get the subby side out of top!König, he wouldn't say no to any of these suggestions) and they almost get into a little fight at some point because, well, there's just one cock :(((

Meanwhile König could break down and cry because clearly, he's in heaven... He just basks in their attention as they finally come to an agreement that ok, one of them can sit on his face while the other rides his cock, and then they can change ❤️ But Engel & co clearly underestimate König because they end up cumming together, they even reach to hold hands when it happens (like who's birthday is it here, theirs or König's?) and only after they're both a sloppy mess can our King properly enjoy them both, move them around and use them however he wants ❤️

And König praises them both for sure (tries to coach and talk them through it, like "You can take it, just a bit more, that's it, does that feel good?" and "Wait for your turn little one" and "I want to see you two kiss")

But… What if they praised him? You know, listed all the things they like about him: his thighs, his eyes, his hands, his mouth, his accent, his cock (of course)... Our friend is just mewling when König gets that cock fully inside her, like: "He's so big… Baby… Where did you find this man?? Oh god, he's going to make me squirt–"

And poor brave König is trying to think of sticks and stones and bricks and anything that wouldn't make him cum on the spot, but he really has nothing to worry about because these ladies are not that easily satisfied. They want to play with him for hours I'd wager, until they've tried all kinds of things with him and König is so spent he can't get it up anymore (imagine that) and there's no choice but to sleep the weariness away, and they curl up together, all cute and purring, in a sweaty heap, and of course our birthday boy is in the middle, being held by these two happy, giggling women ❤️

He's the happiest man in the world as he falls asleep between their warm, soft, thrumming bodies that cling to him like he's the best cuddly toy in the world ^^ Engel is telling him how much she loves him and they both plant kisses on his body and the friend is like "I'm falling in love too" and König is trying his best not to tear up.

(I'm crying at the polycule idea, it'd be so cute to have him come home to these two gals wearing his t-shirts and playing Jenga or something, there's food and cuddles aplenty in store for him and he'd get them a big big tub where they can all relax together, König would have one woman on each side and the tension and stress and aches in his muscles would melt away in minutes.

And if he'd get all yandere and annoying and bothersome, Engel and her friend would simply shrug because they've made this silent agreement to suck him into compliance, like imagine König trying to be a bully and a menace when there's two women giving him a sloppy messy blowjob? Nope, not gonna happen. They're just gonna slurp him until he sees stars, and then cuddle him and shush him to sleep.)

[mangoob]

I’ve just about had it with this fucking Scollace angst/canon that’s almost Scollace

Why.. aren’t. the y kissing

Prett y pl e ase

[elitadream]

Hey! Love your art! :) I saw a post about the first time Mario saw Peach and how aww struck he was.

What about Peach's thoughts and feelings when she first laid eyes on Mario, though? 👀

Oh, so was she!! 🥰 One of my absolute favorite headcanons about these two is that Peach is just as swayed and smitten with Mario as he is for her, and their mutual affection cannot be concealed. 😌💕

Although, Peach has the advantage of having been raised with high class etiquette and impeccable notions of propriety, which means that she is only slightly better at tempering her own feelings and flustered reactions than Mario is. 😏

The very first time she spotted the man a short distance away, he was seen running a gloved hand through his unruly brown hair and nervously adjusting the straps of his denim overalls while an all too enthusiastic Toad eagerly nudged him forward. She already found his appearance quite striking at first glance, and his shy stance undeniably endearing; but the moment said man dared look up into her eyes was what officially did it. Before he even spoke, before she heard his gentle voice and witnessed his charming manners, his open and earnest gaze told her everything she needed to know. As he stood there before her, humbly shuffling his feet and gingerly clutching his cap in his fist, she saw his heart and it left her breathless.

His very presence enchants her to no end and his eyes bring her endless warmth. Whenever someone would directly ask her about Mario, she would smile very brightly and hold back a dreamy sigh, unconsciously clasping her hands together. 🤭💗

[fe-fictions]

Do you have the story where Robin steals Kellam’s shirts story? I love the way you write especially Kellam he needs more love!

(Another excellent old story that I got to rewrite!! I do love me some Kellam... one of THE beefiest babes in fire emblem U V U )

He really didn’t know what to expect when he managed to drag himself out of bed that morning. Ever since the war ended and you had wed, Kellam found it harder and harder to get up and do anything other than just laze about with you.

But when he lumbered into the kitchen, he did not anticipate seeing you cooking breakfast and humming along happily to some tuneless song…all while wearing nothing but your husband’s tunic.

His legs nearly fell out from under him, a gasp escaping him at the sight. Why did you look so good in that old thing?!

Upon the realization that he was standing there, you paused your tune and looked over your shoulder. Seeing the gobsmacked expression on his face did make you grin, though. You had a feeling he’d be pleasantly surprised to see you in it, but you didn’t think it’d floor him.

“Good morning, dear.”

“R-Robin…what are you…w-what are you wearing?” He barely eeked the words out, gripping the doorframe tight. 

“I’m afraid we desperately need to do laundry. I went to get dressed and realized nearly all my clothes were dirty. I thought we’d have breakfast before we hurried over to the river to get some cleaning done.”

“But you’re w-wearing my tunic- why are you in my clothes?”

“Well, you still have some clean things left.” You said, turning around to face him. You tugged at the fabric that settled dangerously on your chest, crossing your legs while you fiddled with it.

Perhaps it wasn’t so much that you weren’t wearing your own clothes, but the more pressing matter he realizingrealized when the hem brushed just past your hips.

“D-do you really not have any clothes left at all? Even smallclothes?” He pressed, trying to keep his distance so as not to offend your gaze with his growing problem.

You simply shrugged, releasing the shirt from your fingers and leaning back against the counter. “I’m afraid I’m simply all out of clothes to wear, my love. You seem oddly concerned about it…do you find this shirt unflattering on me?”

“N-n-no!! I could never- you look amazing-- I-I mean, you always look amazing!! I just…I wasn’t expecting it.”

“What, that your wife might have to borrow a shirt from you every now and then?” You asked innocently, slowly closing the distance between you.

“N-no, I…I just wasn’t expecting it to look so good on you.”

“Oh-ho…there’s that smooth talker I married.” You giggled, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him close. Kellam froze, his arms rigid in the air around you.

You grinned, knowing he was just seconds away fro his resolve breaking. “Who knew you could be such a charmer? If you ask me, I think you wear it better, but…I can also think of a few places it would look best.”

“O-oh? Like where?” He swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down. Considering you were now flush against his chest, there was no doubty ou were fully aware of the effect this new look had on him.

The mischievous grin you donned did sugggest you were conscious of the next words out of your mouth.

“Well…I think it would look better on our bedroom floor.”

Kellam just couldn’t take it a second longer.

He hoisted you over his shoulder, earning a delighted squeal from his troublemaking wife. Breakfast would have to wait.

Right now, he needed to deal with the fact that his wife looked ridiculously hot in his shirt…and that she was very clearly trying to get a rise out of him by wearing it.

Perhaps he should leave bed more often…it seemed you would drag him back anyways, and he did quite prefer your tactics over anything else.

You did need to do laundry though, you confided in him once your morning was thoroughly ejoyed.

He scrubbed with extra vigor, that afternoon.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

air. popping in to just give u the biggest kiss on the cheek for the tags u left on the yuta drabble!! it made me so happy u have no idea !! I WAS SO SCARED ABOUT POSTING IT LMAO. ironically because of the parts u seemed to love so much,,,,so it just makes my brain do a little skip and dance LOL

ari when i tell u these two are insane.....im so excited to post more about them and share more with u!! im so glad u enjoyed their dynamic i was hoping it came off as understandable but still sorta weird ! hes The weirdo,, the Freak (and freak lover) AGH IM JUST SHAKING U SO HARD RN U GET IT U GET IT

agh but thank u thank u!! im really happy u enjoyed it seriously !

(i have one question for u tho,,,,im curious! im not sure how u imagine reader when reading fic but in this case did u see them as very monstrous or sort of as a hybrid of sorts, like more human still?)

also!! do not think i missed that stsg poly fic that u posted!! i saw it on ur blog and my eyes popped out of my sockets IM SO EXCITED TO GET TO IT!! (++also also, i hope ur holidays r going well<3)

MOSS HI HELLO ‼️‼️ u r so so welcome, i know ive said it already but ur drabbles really do make me so so happy!!!! i loved this one sm <333

I GET WHAT U MEAN THO i also get nervous when it comes to posting more morbid/gritty pieces… which is ironic bc there’s literally nothing i love reading more LMAO. but pls dont worry i will literally eat any and all of ur pieces right up <33 this one was no exception!!! so so so wellwritten and tasty

and wahhh im super excited to see more of these two!!!!! im so in love w their dynamic already :’3 HES SO WEIRD ITS TRUE ….. i love yuuta sm bc he has this perfect contrast between sweet little guy / Weirdo Freak and its so funny. like. wdym this is the same fucking guy???? 😭😭

i <3 him. yuuta is one of those characters that i forget how much i love from time to time but ur drabble feels so in-character that it reminded me again!!! tysm !!!! 🌱🌱

(AND AND … thats a good question….. if i went back and looked at the drabble again i feel like i could see reader either way, but the first time i think i leaned more in a hybrid direction…. like. human-looking kinda but w lots of animalistic traits…

ohh but im so curious, how is reader supposed to be imagined??? 👀👀 are they just a whole Beast? bc thats sick if so)

[cosmictapestry]

I'd like to request B22 pls cause. Cause Lucienne

B22. lucienne's ears

me wh. when lucienne e,,,

prompt list + fills here

Lucienne rarely needs to sleep, given that her body is made of dreamstuff—it is only when her mortal consciousness grows heavy with exhaustion that she might find rest in her lord's arms. On nights she need not sleep and Lord Morpheus is able to stay and their lovemaking has run its course, she is perfectly content to just hold him.

Or to be held, as the case may be. His arm holding her close to his chest, his breath soft on her neck, Lucienne finds, sometimes, that she is not quite as satiated as she thought herself to be.

The moment she decides this he snuffles cutely against her nape as though roused from sleep. He hums questioningly when she turns her head to see him, but that hum turns happy when she raises her hand to beckon him to kiss her. He obliges, propping himself up on one elbow and leaning in to slide his lips with hers at an odd angle that neither of them mind. The arm around her waist pulls her flush to him, and she pushes her hips back into his. “Why are you hard?”

“Why are you beautiful?” her lord retorts, and he kisses her to swallow up her laugh. His hand splays over her belly, caresses down over her hip and thigh and back again. “And warm. And soft.”

Lucienne coos and raises her hand to hold his cheek. “All the better to seduce you with, I suppose.”

“It is effortless,” he agrees with a grin that crinkles the corners of his eyes and that he presses to her cheek. “You need only exist in my proximity and I am done for."

"If I'm awake, you need only ask," she scritches her hand up through his hair.

He blinks at her. "That would be rude."

Lucienne tilts her head and frowns. "I do it to you all the time."

"I like when you are rude. It's funny," he says, and he takes her full-bodied laughter as an opportunity to drop his head to her neck and bathe her in kisses. She arches her neck for him, and he licks at the vibrating laughter in her throat, makes her breath hitch and waver and spill from her lips.

Lord Morpheus sets his teeth light and teasing at the tendon in her neck, his hand wandering down to grip her thigh and knead and stroke. Lucienne pushes her hips back and he grinds forward to meet her, his mouth falling open the slightest bit. He pants on her neck while his fingers descend to brush teasingly over her slit, and Lucienne mewls, and her lord shushes her softly. "Sore?" he murmurs.

"Sensitive," she corrects, and she tugs him up by his hair to kiss him again. "Wanting you."

He groans against her lips. His fingers dip between her thighs, nudge gently between her lips, stroke over the hood of her clit. Lucienne lets her head fall back on the pillow, and she pulls him down with her to rest his forehead against her temple. He rocks against her idly while he plays with her, and she strokes his hair, and she feels his lashes brush her cheek when he closes his eyes in contentment.

Lucienne finds herself doing the same, relishing in the heat and flush of her body, the sparks and the dampness between her legs. She rolls her hips forward into his hand, backward into his erection, feels as warm and soft and resplendent as he sees her. When his fingers on her get a little rougher and his grinding gets a little wetter and his breath on her cheek gets a little more ragged she concedes defeat to his seemingly limitless patience. "My lord, please."

"Mm?" he blinks his eyes open innocently. "Ah, you want—"

"Yes, I want," she hisses, because she is not at all convinced he does not tease her like this on purpose. She grinds back on him, and he bites down on a noise, and his next exhale washes over her ear and makes her shiver. "And if you do not give me what I want—"

"What will you do?" Lord Morpheus asks mildly, with a little rush of a laugh that makes Lucienne's entire body thrum, makes her nearly stop breathing. He noses up along her jawline, lays his lips soft under her ear, then his teeth. "Tell me how you would punish me."

Lucienne swallows several times before the fog of arousal clears enough for her to respond. "Would?"

"Well, I am going to give you what you want," he says, and his hand grips her under the thigh, slides down to the hinge of her knee and hoists her leg up. "So it won't actually be necessary."

Lucienne does not try to respond beyond a tiny whimper, and then a gasp when the head of his cock nudges at her. He kisses behind her ear, licks around the shell of it, and she shudders and reaches back to grab his hip, to try and tug him forward. He hums to her, soothing, and he rubs against her folds, and he sinks in at the same moment her nips at the sharp tip of her ear.

Lucienne's back bows, her mouth open in a long keen as he pushes into her, slow and sweet and dragging, a jolt racking her with every touch of his hot tongue to the gentle sting of his teeth. He traces his lips down the shell of her ear, suckles at the lobe just when he bottoms out, and Lucienne lays there and trembles, helpless.

Lord Morpheus stays still for a long time. "Alright?" he whispers finally, when her body begins to fall lax again.

She pets his hip, flush to her own, shivering with his own pleasure already built close to his limit. Speared on him, full of him, Lucienne manages a garbled moan before she speaks. "Good, love," she says. "Come on, now."

Her lord begins to move, rocking into her shallowly, grinding himself deep. It keeps her steady enough for him to continue lavishing his attention on and around her ear until she is squeaking from the oversensitivity of it, cool wetness of saliva and hot stinging of teeth and soft gentle press of lips.

He buries his nose behind her ear when his rhythm begins to falter, breathes in her scent like a hound, rolls and circles his hips and twitches in her. "Touch yourself, Lucienne," he murmurs. "Let me feel it."

Lucienne does as she's told without hesitation, bringing her hand down to rub at her clit—and she need only do it once, twice, before her mouth is falling open and her toes are curling and she's wailing, high and warbling and nearly inaudible.

The heat and the shivers and the ecstasy recede quicker than does the clenching of her body, and she comes back to herself in time to feel Lord Morpheus tense and shudder and hear his tiny, shattered moan, followed by a sigh so pleased it makes her want to kiss him.

So Lucienne raises her hand behind her again, takes him by the hair, and tugs him up to do exactly that.

[aroaessidhe]

2023 reads // twitter thread

Catnip

space explorer goes to restore an abandoned Venus colony, falls in a vat of nanites turning her into a catgirl

about coming to terms with being a trans woman & also falling in love with the perviously-dormant lesbian AI from the station

[the-bi-space-ace]

I just found a bunch of old stuff I wrote literally over ten years ago and I know I'm supposed to be all 'I'm so embarrassed this is so cheesy it's so old oh no' but really I'm sitting here smiling so big bc little me just had so much enthusiasm and wrote things that she just really wanted to write and it is so damn cute all of it is precious

[jemmo]

minato shoji coin laundry is back which means summer has officially started

[bitchfitch]

i was chatting off handedly with a guy friend about OCs n such and it made me realize How absolutely skewed my sorta roster is.

Like, i knew I leaned dark, I knew that more of my pairings are based on saying "hey you know what would be fucked up?" over and over again

but having to actually like, sit down and acknowledge the most fluffy and sweet relationship I've ever written between my own characters, Still started with one loudly threatening to rape the other and getting his face permanently scarred up for it, has been a moment.

[prismatic-starstuff]

thinking hard about writing something about the spider man... thinking about gently bathing him... thinking about him nibbling at his partner and mumbling worshipful praises... thinking about him getting kissed and cuddled... thinking about them falling asleep together after they're done bathing...

[satoruxx]

pairing: toji fushiguro x reader | 1.6k words summary: boyfriend!toji headcanons, fluff, soft!toji, grumpy x sunshine, he’s a simp but he’ll never admit it !! rheya's note: grumpy man being soft for the person he really loves? i’m here for it. mamaguro is literal proof that he can and will love !!

bf!toji who is silent with his care for you. he's not one to be open or dramatic about his feelings, but you bet he'll show them in actions. small, mundane things that could only be picked out under critical eyes—like quietly placing an extra mug of coffee next to you as you work, or being the one to walk closest to the street, fingers firmly clasped around your palm. if you point it out he'll just grunt, shaking his head with a quiet "keep walking" all while pretending to ignore your silly little grin.

bf!toji who isn't really the type to be big on words of affirmation, but huge on physical touch. you tell him you did well on a project at school or work and he just hums, giving you a little nod. he doesn't say anything else—doesn't really have to because the soft lingering pat on your head is enough to tell you that he's proud.

bf!toji who is an aggressive yet affectionate lover. if you're doing something and he's not receiving your attention he will come up behind you and put you in a headlock. he thinks it's an appropriate response considering how much he craves your attention and company—why on earth are you focused on something that isn't him anyway? so be prepared to have his heavy bicep playfully curling around your throat or slinging you over his shoulders at random times—it's his way of telling you he misses you. and if anything, he'll do it to hear you whine and attempt to shove him off.

bf!toji who will absolutely take your phone and change your lockscreen to pictures of him. every so often, you'll turn your phone on and see an entirely different picture—sometimes a picture of him at the gym, other times a picture of him blocking out his face—but it's always him.

bf!toji whose own lockscreen is always something that's related to you. he's sneaky with it, always stealing pictures of you when you're not looking. he's got a separate album with them—probably hidden behind a password because it's something only he should be allowed to see. but whether it's a snapshot of his hand intertwined with yours or a blurry image of you fast asleep in his bed, it's always you. because of course you’re the first thing he should be able to see when he turns his phone on.

bf!toji who, as cliché as it sounds, is exactly the type to go feral if someone's made you upset. and he's freakishly observant, noticing even a slight pinch of your nose or wobble in your lips—he's caught them all. whether you're just down or outright sobbing, he's there, standing in front of you with pure anger weighing heavy on his brows. and yet for all his rage he's nothing but gentle as he firmly takes your face in his calloused hands, muttering a strained "what the fuck happened?" as he forces you to make eye contact with him. his own eyes will dart over your features, searching for discomfort or any other emotion as you explain, barely holding back his own emotions because there's no reason on the fucking planet that you should be upset at all.

bf!toji who rarely says the words "i love you" not because he doesn't but because the words themselves don't hold all that much meaning to him. no he'd rather spend his time proving it to you than just saying it for the sake of saying it. but, sometimes if you pretend to be asleep long enough, you'll catch him quietly whisper the words into your hair, almost like he doesn't want anyone to hear it. don't even bother trying to call him out for it—he'll deny deny deny.

bf!toji whose eyes flutter when he lets you trace over his scars. not just the one cutting over his lips but the ones that litter his back and torso—battle remnants that he doesn't remember much of. he's always hated the look of them, indifferent to old memories of a much more chaotic time in his life. but when your gentle fingers graze over the raised skin he'll sigh, oddly quiet but yet so comfortable.

bf!toji who will drop everything if you need him. don't ever hesitate to ask him for things because you're scared of being a burden—he will yell at you (affectionately). you drank too much with your friends and can't get a ride? call him and he'll pick you up even if it's 4 am. you're feeling nervous about walking home from the convenience store even though it's only ten minutes away from home? stay put and he'll come get you so that you can walk back together. shut up about all that "it's an inconvenience for you" bullshit—he'll do it and that's that.

bf!toji who asks if you've eaten today, and when you answer with a sheepish smile he'll click his tongue, crossing his bulky arms over his chest and giving you a pointed glare. then he'll say "get your ass to the kitchen. c'mon, up." while hoisting you to your feet—most of the time he'll just pick you up and plop you on the counter himself.

bf!toji who wordlessly makes you something to eat, whether it's a quick snack put together with leftovers or an actual full meal. then he'll stand in front of you with the plate and demand you eat. even a slight word of protest and he's scowling, already holding up a spoonful while grumbling a low "don't wanna hear it. open up, kid."

bf!toji who hates when you fall asleep on the couch waiting for him to get home. his job doesn't allow for the comfort of a strict schedule, and he's told you this many times. but you're nothing if not stubborn, and he can only sigh heavily as he sees you dozing against the armrest when he pushes the door open late at night. he'll click his tongue quietly, hooking both arms under your back and knees to cradle you against his chest before walking to the bedroom. though some part of him is pleased, knowing that you seem to care about him enough to make sure he's coming home every night.

bf!toji who glares at anyone who even breathes in your direction the wrong way. some guy eyeing you while you're walking on the street? toji looks like he's ready to rip his head off. some "friend" of yours asking too many questions about why you're dating a man like him? well…if looks could kill.

bf!toji who pulls you into his lap when he kisses you, because he likes the way you fit into his space so perfectly. he won't ever admit how it makes him swoon when you giggle against his lips, instead choosing to tighten his grip on your hips and pull you closer to his chest.

bf!toji who enjoys watching you sit on the kitchen counter and swing your legs back and forth—finding it so unbelievably endearing that he ends up just standing in between your legs and burying his face into your neck. his lips will map chaste kisses across your skin, and he'll hide a wry smile as your quiet giggles wash over him.

bf!toji who will notice when you eye something at a store, whether it's a pretty piece of jewelry or a new sweater or whatever—he keeps note. and then weeks later, once you've forgotten all about it, he'll come home and drop a bag into your lap before shoving his hands into his pockets. when you open it and start gushing about how much you wanted it and how pleased you are, he'll huff and turn away, muttering a low "whatever, kid. 's not a big deal."

bf!toji who sees you upset about something, and loops his bicep around your neck and tucks you under his chin. to an outsider it doesn't look like the most comforting form of a hug, but it's toji, and he's secure and he's safe and he's all the comfort you need—a tight squeeze that grounds you in a way that you can't quite describe.

bf!toji who will never admit how interested he is in your gossip. his ideal way to destress after he comes home is to sit on the couch with you in his lap, your arms looped around his waist as you press yourself against his torso and tuck your head under his chin. and even though his eyes are trained on the tv, he has no clue what's going on—he's more focused on the drama you're spilling or whoever you're ranting about. and he makes it known too, occasionally asking "then what happened, baby?" and adding in a few sounds of disbelief. by the end of your rant, he'll be saying something along the lines of "what a fucking bitch," or "honestly he deserved that," and then asks for updates on the situation over the next few days.

bf!toji who silently watches you trace your fingers over the lines on his palms. you're blabbering about something, tucked against his chest as his other arm remains wrapped around you securely, but he's just focused on your hands. it scares him a little bit—the difference between you and him. his palms are calloused, rough with battle and death, while yours are soft, clean of the horrors he's determined to keep away from you. and a small part of him tells him he shouldn't taint you with all his faults, that you deserve someone more capable of loving than he is. but then he feels you brush your lips over his scarred fingers and he sucks in a breath, tightening his grip imperceptibly. even as he hides a half smile against your brow, he knows he isn't going anywhere.

[altruisticalastor]

↳˗ˏˋAlastor x Readerˊˎ˗ ↴

☒ Summary: The Radio Demon proves to be quite a doting husband as he and his doe expierence many firsts together. Exploring his softer sides, may bring out a more posessive side of Alastor in the process.

☒ Warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns used, doe!reader, the reader is shorter than al, implied size difference, soft!alastor, posessive!alastor, lots of tooth rotting fluff, sexual themes but i wouldn't consider this smut, first times, alastor in a rut, knotting, breeding, pregnacy, many domestic moments between reader and alastor

☒ Word Count: 2,337

Alastor was drawn to you the moment you crossed paths. The spotted ears planted atop your head, heart-shaped antlers, and a plush tail to match were striking. The Radio Demon hadn't ever seen a fellow deer hybrid in hell until you. But Alastor just knew that he had to have you all to himself. 

Since your first meeting, the two of you were inseparable. It didn't take long until you wed, and anyone who dared to try and cozy up to The Radio Demon's darling doe joined his next broadcast. Alastor was insanely possessive of you. He always had you tucked underneath his arm, crimson eyes following your every move. The only time they weren't on you, was when The Radio Demon was busy... taking care of business.

You were timid and pure. Alastor had no clue how you even ended up in hell. Surely, the gods were mistaken by not taking you. But alas, that softness you carried only made The Radio Demon's obsession for you all the more extreme. You were his weak spot, his darling wife. The love of his afterlife. 

You adored waking up next to Alastor each morning. He didn't rest often but snuggled into you each night to appease you. Which just made your heart flutter with delight. The only time you awoke to an empty bed, was when your husband slipped away to make breakfast for you. 

For the most part, you would sleepily wobble into the kitchen. Wrapping your arms around Alastor's waist from behind while he cooked his heart out. Alastor would hum a soft tune while he finished making your breakfast. Reveling in the warmth his cute wife emitted.

The Radio Demon would often spin on his heel. Encircling his large palms around your waist. He loved lifting you, so the tips of your toes planted flat against the top of his shoes as he spun you around the kitchen. Your laughter and his singing filled the sacred space you shared. You may have been in hell, but anywhere you were with Alastor was heavenly. 

Alastor never failed to notice how flustered you got as you gazed up at him. The man was over seven feet tall, so typically, he was taller than most. However, you were adorably short in comparison. His hands blanketed yours entirely. Alastor absolutely loved to bend down before you. Treasuring how your ears tipped back coyly as he met you at eye level. You were so easy to read. You couldn't hide anything from your husband. Even if you tried. 

You came to notice that physical touch wasn't something Alastor particularly liked. Except when it came to you. Your husband was constantly all over you. Holding your hand, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap anytime he sat down. You name it. Knowing that you were the only exception made you feel special.

But even still, you never pushed the matter. If anything, you waited for Alastor to initiate the physical intimacy, which happened more frequently than one might think- considering The Radio Demon's reputation. 

Sex wasn't something you discussed much at the beginning of your relationship. Alastor briefly mentioned that he never desired such things when he was alive. But once he became a demon, a deer hybrid at that- he started experiencing ruts. He explained that he would usually tuck away from the world until his rut passed, but that was as far as the conversation went. Relief washed over you, knowing that you weren't alone in that aspect. Your periods of estrus always made you feel shameful but, most of all... unbearably needy.

Alastor prided himself on knowing that he was a man of great composure. However, when his routine rut hit after you both had tied the knot- he expected to be able to control his urges. But that proved to be impossible for The Radio Demon. At the start of his rut, he kept his distance. Avoiding all physical contact with you. Naturally, you understood and tried to support him the best you could from afar. 

But it didn't take long for Alastor's poise to completely crumble. Your scent was all over your shared home, and any glimpse of you had him throbbing in his pants. 

Before you knew it, your husband was on you. Nipping and kissing up the expanse of your throat. Grumbling and groaning against your neck, begging you to help in through his heat. Your body trembled with need as Alastor's hands roamed along your frame in a way he never had before. 

His touches were prompt, frantic, and perverse. You wouldn't dream of denying your darling husband during his time of need. Knowing that Alastor would be your first and last lover; as you would be his, sent your heart pounding against your ribcage.

As desperate as your husband was for release, his touch was undoubtedly gentle. Alastor was slow to undress you, laying you flat atop your shared bed. He placed chaste kisses on every square inch of your skin, making your ears twitch with delight. Your husband whispered sweet nothings into your skin as he worked a finger into your tight heat for the very first time. 

Alastor's deft digit stretched you out slowly. The copious amount of slick dripping down your thighs made it easy for him to add another finger. You were on cloud nine being touched by your darling husband in such a way. You could feel the need he had for you, and it only added to the pleasure. 

Your husband was a bit hesitant the first time he pushed himself inside your welcoming walls. His hands were trembling around your waist as he buried himself to the hilt inside you. You could tell he was unfamiliar with such things; it was endearing. Alastor's face loomed over yours as he beckoned into you slowly. He gazed down at you with so much adoration as he succumbed to pleasure. 

You didn't fail to notice the tears of merriment trickling down Alastor's flush cheeks as his pace quickened. Carefully, you wiped them away. Moaning in pure ecstasy as you and your husband reveled in the unforgettable moment you shared. A gasp escaped you as you felt him begin to swell from deep within you. 

From the look on Alastor's face, you could tell he was just as perplexed as you were. The base of your lover's length swelled so much, that he could hardly pull back. You were quite literally stuck together. It didn't take long for you to understand what had happened once Alastor released his seed deep inside you. 

The feeling of your husband being so close, enveloping and marking you as his, pushed you over the edge. Once Alastor's knot deflated inside you, finally allowing him to slip out of your heat, his eyes averted from yours. He was uncharacteristically quiet as he attempted to regain his composure. 

Slowly, he explained that he had no clue that he was capable of knotting until only moments ago. You couldn't help but flush as you admitted to liking it more than you probably should have. Your confession unlocked something from deep inside your husband's psyche. Safe to say that you both shared a long night of exploring one another's pleasures and eccentricities. 

Your husband began craving you sexually even when he wasn't in a rut after your first night together. Alastor seemed to have developed a fixation with breeding you, which you weren't opposed to. The thought of starting a family with your doting husband plagued your mind often. 

So it wasn't a massive surprise to you when you discovered you were pregnant only a couple months later. When you broke the news to Alastor, he was elated. Your husband lifted you in his arms, spinning you around the kitchen as you both grinned brightly. Alastor wasted no time pitching name ideas for your fawn, melting your heart entirely.

You were about seven months along when your husband informed you of his next prospect at the Hazbin Hotel. Happily, you joined your husband in his endeavor. At first, the people you met who resided at the hotel didn't believe you were Alastor's spouse. For crying out loud, he was the infamous Radio Demon. The ruthless overlord that moved up the ranks faster than ever before. 

But to you, he was simply the doting husband that took pride in loving you. Who rubbed your feet from how much they swelled during your pregnancy. The man who hummed his favorite tunes to you as you dozed off each night, caressing your ears lovingly in the process. 

It took a good while but over time you developed a good relationship with the residents. Charlie was so caring and helpful. She did tons of research on pregnancy to be able to aid you. The Princess of Hell loved rubbing your belly, feeling the little kicks, and humming happy songs to your little fawn.

Vaggie was overly protective of you. Not to Alastor's level- but certainly up there. She acted like your bodyguard at times, even in the safety of your and Alastor's room. It made you giggle, but you appreciated it nonetheless. 

Angel was a hoot. At first, he would ask you indecent questions about your and Alastor's sex life. But Husk always put him in his place at times like that. Eventually, Angel became somewhat of a brother to you. He and Fat Nuggets would sit on your bed with you late at night while Alastor worked in his radio tower. Angel would put on all the best rom-com movies, laughing and crying alongside you.

You knew Husk beforehand, having a civil relationship for the most part. But as more time passed at the hotel, he began to warm up to you. If anything, Husk feared for you. He didn't like Alastor in the slightest- and he didn't want you to get caught in The Radio Demon's crossfire. So he kept a watchful gaze on you, especially now that you were pregnant. 

A small smile etched into your features as you heard the bedroom door swing open. Alastor was home early, something that didn't happen often. You sunk lower into your bubble bath, letting a soft sigh escape you as your husband's footsteps got louder. A moment later, the bathroom door swung open. Revealing the one and only; Alastor. 

"How is my darling doe and fawn doing on this wonderful evening?" Alastor boomed, approaching the tub swiftly. Wasting no time kneeling beside the tub. You giggled as your husband slipped his gloves off, dunking his palms beneath the water to caress your plump belly. 

"Hmm, better now that you're here," You whispered. Rubbing your palms over the back of his hands. Alastor craned his neck, giving you a chaste kiss. You couldn't help but smile against your lover's lips as your little fawn kicked right at that very moment. "See! Our little one is happy too, now that daddy's here." 

Alastor gazed at you with much adoration as he felt another kick, further solidifying your words. "Well, in that case! I suppose I should strive to get home earlier from now on, hm?" Your husband remarked, slowly pulling his hands from the tub. Alastor didn't miss a beat as he grabbed a washcloth. Lathering it up with your favorite soap before dipping his hands below the water once more. 

"Miss falling asleep next to you, Al," You sighed, eyes fluttering shut as your husband washed you. Alastor was so gentle as he scrubbed you clean. Making sure to massage your sore muscles in the process. "I know, my dear, I know." He cooed. Humming a gentle tune as he slid behind you from outside the tub. Working the knots out of your tense shoulders. 

"Our little fawn will be here soon... you nervous?" You asked softly, letting out a pleasant hum as Alastor massaged your back. His lips ghosted along the shell of your ear as he whispered, "Quite the contrary, my darling! I'm over the moon with excitement. I simply cannot wait to meet our little one."

Alastor's words caused your heart to flutter against your ribcage. You were the nervous one. You just hoped your child would be happy and healthy. "Don't worry your pretty little head, my dear! Our fawn is in good hands. Don't you see how much the patrons here adore you and our unborn child?"

Your husband always knew when you were nervous. It was as if he could read your mind. The sound of the soapy water sinking down the drain caused your eyes to flutter open. Alastor now stood with a towel outstretched in his arms. He beckoned you toward him, wrapping you in his arms as you stepped out of the tub. Your tail wagged with joy as your husband dried you off. 

"You're right... thanks for reminding me, my love," You smiled, tilting your face up against your husband's chest. Alastor took the hint, craning his neck to press his lips against yours. The kiss was warm and loving. Making you feel safe in his embrace. "No need to thank me, my dear! Come now, let's get you tucked in."

You squealed as your husband scooped you in his arms. Carrying you bridal style toward your shared bed. Alastor softly placed you under the duvet, wasting no time getting you warm and cozy in one of his button-up shirts. It smelled just like him, your favorite scent. Your husband stealthily removed his overcoat and shoes before making himself comfortable beneath the sheets.

Alastor cuddled up into your backside, wrapping his slender arms around your waist. He caressed your tummy lovingly as he kissed the top of your head, pulling your back flush against his chest. "There, now my darlings are ready to rest!" Your husband quipped, allowing his droopy eyelids to flutter shut. All you could do was hum in agreement as sleep overtook you. "Night, Al... love you..." 

"I love you more, my dear."

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[redcherrykook]

── ‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ brothers best friend - request, club vibes, fluff

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content: JK is yn´s older brothers bestie, clubbing, mini sexual banter, teasing, make out, humping, chest play, confessions , childhood friends 2 lovers, biker JK, movie night, pining mutally, hopeless romantic reader, FLUFF

note from cherry: cloud anonie, this is a lot more cutesy than u requested, but i hope that's okay!!! Mwa!!

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Fleeting, a look of tension is sent your way, a familiar pair of eyes being the messanger

Jungwon is a good older brother; caring, supportive, kind. Even introduced you to his friends, let his two year younger, kind of loser sister hang out too

Talk for hours about video game interests and never really understanding the jokes until she got old enough, still, always sharing a laugh.

His best friend, Jeon Jungkook, is the complete opposite. Someone you have grown up with and always hated the guts of.

A huge ego, sexual jokes, a player who shamelessly stared at every pair of tits he saw, yours included. A guy who, honestly, didn't fit into the working class, grateful life you and Jungwon live.

Somehow, you found a way to enjoy his company, grown acustom to his banter and flirting, adapting to his sense of humor and finding yourself get a little bit excited whenever he announced he would be coming over

Nonetheless, he had always been around. For every birthday after jungwon turned 7, Jungkook was always there. Every holiday, every special dinner, countless weekends, sleepovers, parties, homework.. you name it.

Through the transformation of childhood to embarrasing teenage phases and crushes, now adulthood, young adulthood

22 isn't that grown up yet, Jungkook is closer with 24, however his mind hasn't aged since age 14, not to your understanding

The point is, he has always been there. In your life, your home, your heart.

You still remember when both of you were teens, sitting alone at your dining table and listening to him explain algebra to you,

You didn't understand a word though, distracted by the big brown doe eyes his face came with.

To be completely honest, Jungkook had been your crush from childhood.

Sure, you hated the way he did absolutely everything but you adored it at the same time. Jealous when he talked about his hook ups and that one serious girlfriend he had,

Hurt when he complimented your looks but would call you annoying afterwards

Your brothers cool, older best friend who came over almost every day.

From finding him pretty as a little girl to humping your pillow thinking about his shirtless body as a teen, the way in which Jungkook showed up in your brain always changed with maturity,

It had been clear however, that your attraction to him is more serious than purely physical, given that it had been years

It took a few exes to take your mind off for sure but at the end of the day, you would always come back to wishing the lips on yours would belong to someone else

The someone that's currently in your kitchen, drinking a glass of water and scanning over the miniskirt on your body

"Where are you going?" he asks, leaning his fully tattoed arm against the large kitchen island,

"You sound like Jungwon" you say, gathering up the coat you would wear to shield yourself of this breezy night.

He cocks his head, "i watched you grow up, i think i have every right to sound like that"

"hmm, sure. Going to a bar" you reply, putting on the black high heels next to the front door

Truth be told, you were going to a bar to attempt at meeting someone to leave with.

After years of pining and useless hope in his flirtatious nothingness, enough is enough

Enough of falling over Jungkook.

"A bar? Alone?" his muscular arms cross over his chest, grey tshirt bulging along his flexed bicep,

Was he working out more?

You nod, replying "yep" with a popping p,

He humms,

"Can i join?" his smile is infuriating, innocent and almost making you question if that was a sincere thing to ask, you giggle,

"Seriously? No?"

"A shame. You look sexy, be careful out there" he nods his chin upwards, disappearing into the depths of your brothers bedroom once again.

"He called you sexy, stop kidding me" she exclaims, rolling her eyes and throwing back yet another shot

Going out alone didn't work when you panic dialed your best friend,

The bar bustling with pretty girls and handsome guys entertaining them,

Searching for a manly snack to take home, you double take with every sleeve tatto having guy,

Looking for a piece of Jungkook in each one of them

"It's nothing nayeon really, he's always like this"

She widens her eyes, crossing her arms in front of her chest,

No bullshit with nayeon, if someone was gonna feed into your thoughts or pull you straight from delusion, it would be her

"No. No its not, he never called you sexy so casually. He didn't make fun of you this time. He said YOU LOOK SEXY" she empathizes the last sentence by tapping her hand on the table, Scoffing with her words

"Okay yeah, but come on?" doubtful about the possibility that he would return your multiple year long feelings, this conversation is seemingly going no where

"What?" She asks, rasing an eyebrow

You take a sip of your untouched mojito,

"If he liked me back, he would have said something. He's jungkook after all yeonie"

the sigh escaping your lips compliments an array of people leaving the club with little whispers and kisses,

Slow, quiet hushes of passion trailing out with them, leaving behind a yearning wish to feel what they must have felt in this moment

Having found love and lust in one place, taking it home, possibly cherishing it

Turning your head back to your best friend in front of you, her face glimmers in the dim light of the bar,

"I think he's been trying to show you for a long time" she says, pausing for a brief second before her face lights up

"Isn't it Jungwon's birthday next week?"

You hum, then tell her that he's planing to go to the club,

"Do you want to join too? He wouldn't mind" you ask, knowing that Jungwon always likes as many people around as possible

She nods happily, giving you her bright smile once again,

"I'd love to. Maybe you should try to get closer to him. Just try, it's gonna be okay"

Advice is often easier to give than to recieve and follow through with, especially when a good friend is on the line

Saving her from the immediate worry of absolutely embarrassing yourself when you attempt to grow closer to kook, you just smile,

"I guess it won't hurt?"

"Yeah," she replies, "maybe it will feel good"

You leave the bar without a man to fulfill a spot that wasn't molded in his shape to begin with

Slowly, the front door closes with minimal noise, only the tv playing from the living room can be heard,

Illuminating the hallway with bright, colorful flashes ever so often, you walk in without your heels and in your closed coat,

Gazing torward the large grey couch, it's occupied by your brother peacefully sleeping on one end, snoring away like it's the best sleep he's ever had

His best friend sitting a bit further, awake and attentive to the movie playing on the screen,

A rom-com you've seen dozens of times

He glances at you with a small smile, patting the space next to him,

"How was the bar?" he asks once you're planted down next to him, a strand tucked behind your ear while you let your eyes dance on the delicate features of his face

"Good, met up with nayeon" your reply only makes him nod in return, silently mustering your body up and down,

You can't tell what's behind this look,

"Movie night?" your question falls naturally to make up for the tense silence between the two of you, having long forgotten about your sibling a mere two meteres apart

Until he mentions him again

"Yeah, but hyung feel asleep as always"

With a small giggle both of you look at him,

"Typical" you say, rolling your eyes

"Wanna join me? It's pretty lonely down here"

There's a moment where his eyes stay lingering on your lips, bottom one tucked under your teeth

"Sure, i'm gonna go change first" he nods again, granting himself premission to gaze at your legs when you walk up the stairs, the silver ring in the corner of his lip now wet from being toyed with,

When you're back down in a comfortable lounge outfit and without your make up, Jungkooks breath stalls,

"Ah! Scared me" he teases, a playful smirk planted on his plump lips,

"Ha ha jeon" the face you make is enough to make him giggle, nose scrunching up and tongue sticking out

"I'm kidding i'm kidding- ouch!" exclaming dramatically while clutching his chest, he makes a fake sobbing noise before breaking out into the same laugh you're captured in,

"I was really joking, you look beautiful" he says, still focused on your bare face,

Without a second thought just hum mockingly, signaling you took it as a joke as much as you are offended

"Sorry, sorry princess" the tone he uses for your nickname is sultry, low and sounds like something you'd always imagined him to say, maybe even to whisper in your ear and make your spine tingle

Every bone in your body goes limp when you feel a muscular arm wrap around your shoulders, pulling you into his firm chest,

His head is tuned to the tv, silently, without a word to utter at last you watch the movie,

Getting comfortable with the position, you're breath is still a little ragged from the sudden move, his hands now playing with strands of your hair, gently moving them around

"What's with the heavy breathing?" he says, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear and pinching your cheek,

His eyes stay on the tv, knowing he wouldn't contain himself at the sight

You're looking up at him, glancing over the tv's reflection in his big, brown eyes,

"No idea what you're talking about" your reply is close to a whisper, still adimiring the man that's holding you near,

He chuckles, patting your head

"So the staring is probably nothing too right? Come on, you're missing the movie princess" his note comes with a little smirk,

You laugh softly, mumbling out your words

"I've seen this movie a million times"

It wasn't the first time you two cuddled either, while watching a movie he used to pull you closer. However, it had been a while since then,

You must have been 18 the last time it had happened, your reaction then no different to the one now

Rosy cheeks and a racing mind, going places far from the reality of simply laying in his arms

Remembering how you told yourself that this is enough, this is all you would want and need,

It didn't stay that way, desire of things to experince with him only growing with each passing moment of proximity

The two characters of the movie kiss and naturally you smile, entraced with the love they share

Entraced with the desire the guy feels, a spark igniting within your heart to feel this type of kiss,

Lost in thought, you don't seem to notice how Jungkook's head has turned so he could look down to your precious smile,

Contemplating wheather or not to just risk it all and pull your chin up for a kiss, upon seeing the way you melt for the love shown on screen, he wanted nothing more but to make you familair with the feeling

Get you used to what he had been wanting to give you for years

His heartbeat increases, thumping with the thought of feeling your little smile against his lips,

You do notice however, how much quicker his heart is beating, pressing your head closer to his chest,

It must be because of the loving scene, after all, once you did look at him, his head had been turned back to the tv

He decided not to risk it all,

if only he had contemplated a little while longer.

Proud, confidently gesturing to the girl he's engaged in a conversation with

He adjusts his leather jacket, leaning on the counter with his back and casually putting his hand in his pocket,

The pretty girl in front of him smiles, tracing her fingers on his arm

You're left dumbfoundedly looking at nayeon,

"See?" you say, a sad smile dripping from your lips

You can barely make out nayeon's reply though the blaring Club music, people pushing torward the bar left and right

She tells you not to worry and come dance,

You agree, turning your head to look at Jungkook one last time, wishing to see him alone or talking to Jungwon

Instead, he's still busy making another woman laugh

Today was supposed to be your last chance at growing closer to him, your time to laugh and dance with him

You were supposed to go home with him, kissing him wildly at your doorstep and hiding from your disapproving brother

Now, you're swaying your hips with a random guy you haven't seen the face of, searching for your older brother in the crowd

Nayeon is dancing with her boyfriend, giggling, holding his hand that are placed on her hips,

You wanted that to be you tonight,

Jungwon sees you and smiles, assuming you finally let someone near you after being alone for a while,

He does judge the guy, letting you know that he's keeping an eye out for you, before he turns back to conversing with his friends

The music grows louder and so does the feeling of sadness that's being chased away by alcohol and strangers around you

Meanwhile,

"Oh there she is" he smiles, nodding towards you, he could only make out your hair from the back, long and silky as it sways with the music

"Ahh, wow she's pretty" the girl says, giving Jungkook a thumbs up

"Who is?" Another girl chimes in, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend that had been talking to Jungkook the past ten minutes,

An old friend he met coincidentally while she's clubbing with her partner

"His crush, the girl over there" she signals, pointing her finger to your figure, dancing with the guy you haven't met

With his replacement, his never fulfilling replacement

"Oh wow she is but, who's that guy?"

Jungkook's eyes fall, smile turning into a clenching jaw, moving his body up immediately to get a better view

A view he didn't like seeing,

You looked absolutely gorgeous, a short, soft pink dress draping down your body, stopping mid thigh

The curve of your waist perfectly on display, light pink blush on your cheeks only adding to the glow you extent,

But your face doesn't match, he doesn't find the same glow radiating from it as he does from your body

"I gotta go, have fun minnie, you too!" He shouts while looking back, already pushing his way through the mass of people just to get to you,

You spot him too, alone, smiling with a worried expression when you make eye contact,

He snatches you away from the guy while pulling your hands in torward him, sneaking his arms around your waist

"You okay?" he asks, gently swaying the two of you around,

Your heart lights up, already sewing itself together with what you believe to be false hope

Still, your hands press on his shoulders, moving your hips to the music

The alcohol in your system not nearly enough to have gotten you tipsy

"Yeah. Why?" you reply, smiling at the way his eyes seem so focused on your face,

He glows beneath the colorful lights,

"You look sad dancing with that dude" he explains, pulling you in a little closer

A smile hits your face again, you love that he noticed, you love that he watched you

"I was sad you were busy"

The boldness of your claim takes him by surpirse, chuckling at the unusual comment

He didn't know if you were serious, but he wanted to keep playing your game

"I was talking to my friend, waiting for you actually" he winks, spining you around once before you stumble against his chest,

"Oh yeah?" You laugh, focused on his little foot movements, the dance is becoming second nature, much like your back and forth

everyone disappears when he smiles down to you,

"Yeah, she and her girlfriend said you look pretty. We all agreed on that, maybe we do have a lot in common"

Suddenly, the weight of a thousand stones have been lifted from your heart,

A fresh breeze blooms within it, filling you with what you can only call confidence and hope,

Although it feels more secure than hope, almost evidently factual,

Both of you realized it in that very glimpse

"Wanna get out of here?" he whispers into your ear, having wrapped both of his arms around you, pulling you flush to his chest

You nod, biting back a grin you have waited to unleash

He returns it, taking your hand and rushing outside the club

From the corner of your eye you see jungwon shaking his head,

"Took them long enough" he tells nayeon

She smiles, sighing

"I know right"

Once the night has quieted down from outside of the busy club, only small street lights and some pedestrians are around

Even the music is almost completely deaf to your ears, a faint melody playing in what you wouldn't need to remember

He takes you by the hips, pulling you closer to his body,

"You know what this means i hope" he says, running his tongue over his lips,

you did, you knew the moment both of you smiled at each other after the relief of the truth,

You had waited your time, it was now finally your turn to collide

"What do you mean ?"

He snarks, tilting your chin up to him with a sincere look

Knowing you just needed him to say it,

"I love you. I've liked you for years, but i think today we were meant to connect"

The soft kiss he places on your longing lips seals his sincerity, moving slowly against you in a rhythm you've dreamed of

He feels like home, he feels like years spent were worth this one kiss

You kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer,

"I love you too" you mumble, losing the words to a kiss that had spoken for you before you did,

"I know" he says, resting his forhead on yours with an unsteady breath, you can't help but scoff at his cocky tone

He just laughs in return, capturing your lips in another kiss of the same kind

"Wanna ride home with me?" he asks, clasping his hand in with yours and already walking along the rocky road

"On your bike?" you're snapping to look at him, glimmering with excitment

It has been one of your teenage dreams to ride on his bike with him, wrapping your arms around his waist and just feeling the freedom of the trust you have in him

His heartthrob allure only growing after he had gotten his license at 17

He says yes, stopping in front of the black, sleek looking bike,

"But it's late kook"

Without missing a beat,

"Stay the night. I've slept over a million times. I can sleep on the guest bed if you want me to"

Your cheeks fill with heat, turning your head sideways to hide your excitement

Still, he catches it, cupping your face to turn you back towards his loving eyes,

"So?"

You grin, "hell yes"

"Okay, you need to hold on tight" his head is covered by the large helmet, leather jacket zipped up all the way to the top,

Like a scene from a movie, your hair flows with the wind, hands tightening around his waist when he begins driving, not to slow, not too fast

"Feels so nice!" You shout, closing you eyes to indulge in this new found satisfaction,

He chuckles, shouting back

"Right? I'll drive you anywhere baby!" the sweetness of his voice doesn't feel forgein or like he's jumping ahead

It all falls together perfectly, like it had always been this way

Arrving at his front door a couple minutes later, he takes off the helmet and assists your leave from the bike

Unlocking the door and getting rid of the thick jacket, he stares at your revealing dress, this time, all of his sense fully able to concentrate on you

"Are you cold? You look stunning, by the way, in case you couldn't tell from how i can't stop looking" he takes his hands to run down your sides again, placing a small kiss on your nose,

"Thank you, i know i don't have to tell you, but you look really good too" you say, caressing his face with your hands,

He notes you didn't answer his question but he doesn't push, leading you to his couch to wrap you up comfortably either way

"I do know, but it's different when my girl says it" he mutters against your lips while he places you down on the couch, climbing to hover over you

Your lips move on their very own, focused on chasing after the love in his kisses, softly humming while playing with his hair

He sneaks his tongue into your mouth, wrapping it around yours and causing for a deeper kiss,

You take it, moaning softly into it and then you play with his bottom lip, swiping your tongue across the small metal ring,

"You're my girl, you know that, right princess?"

his hands wander to your arms, caressing them while his lips move to kiss down your neck, leaving traces of wet spots and little bruises on your soft skin

Moaning in pleasure and happiness, this feeling is what you've been longing for,

It's him, he is what you were missing

It's you, it's you he needed all along

"Yours, wanted it for so long" you mumble out, getting lost in the feeling of his warmth all over you,

You can feel him smile against your neck, his head lifts to look you directly into the eyes

He's a little blushed out, lips swollen and glazed and his pretty hair is slightly messed up

One of his hands makes its way to your face, grazing his thumb over your cheek and bottom lip

"Me too, i first realized when i was 17. You were so pretty and just so.. you. It only got worse by the day" he says, although he's slightly breathy in his voice, the statement is firm

Your heart jumps, you are you

And that was enough for him

When he shifts in the couch to be more comfortable, his hips press into yours

The barrier of your thin dress not nearly enough to stop feeling his bulge inside the jeans he's wearing,

You let out a small whimper just as he groans, quickly you hide under your hands

"Oh god i-i-m sorry" you stutter out but he makes it known he didn't mind, prying your hands away immediately

"It's okay pretty, you sound cute. Are you okay with this? If we're moving too fast-"

"Please?" your whine is soft; a plea to feel him more,

He smiles, kissing you with grace and lust,

"Anything for you"

Slowly, the bulge in his pants presses into you again, his hips roll into your heat carefully, the friction immediately eliciting small groans and whimpers from your mouths,

You kiss him again, moving your hands under his shirt to touch his abs while you continue cherishing his closeness, growing wetter by the second

He takes every little moan, starting to groan himself and growing more eager, more rapid with his movements,

"So pretty, can i touch your chest baby?" he whispers against your lips, opening his eyes to watch your tits move with every roll to your core, breath fanning over your lips as ragged as yours

"Mhh, yes, please kook"

His hands occupy themselves immediately, pulling down the straps of your dress and releasing them from the cups of your bra,

He takes a second to stare, listening to your little pleas while your face is glazed with pleasure and your exposed chest moves with you,

"You're a dream" he keeps pressing small kisses to your lips, hands now working against your chest.

Squeezing the flesh, rolling his fingers over your nipples

The moans from your mouth are now rapid, your clit overwhelmingly pleased with friction and the knot in your lower abdomen close to snapping,

"Feels so good kook, gonna cum" you whisper, pulling him into a deeper kiss by the neck,

"Cum for me pretty, doing so good" he says in that airy low voice and it only takes two more pushes to make you release into your soaked panties

He stops his hips slowly, listening to your little whimpers and collecting his breath

"Felt.. so good.." he mutters into your hair, pressing little kisses to your scalp

"Mhm.. you didn't cum did you?" your question seems almost absurd to him

He chuckles, looking at your pretty face under him,

"I did. I came like a teen in my boxers, i mean god look at you"

You laugh sweetly, kissing his cheek, he returns it shortly after

"Reminds me of when i once stole your shirt from jungwons room to masturbate with"

Shamelessly admitting to one of your most down- bad moments, knowing you wouldn't be judged

He gasps, sitting you up with him,

"Oh my god, i stole your panties once!" he laughs, your eyes widen in shock as you begin laughing with him

"The stuff we did as teens man" you say with a sigh, wrapping yourself in one of the blankets around

He furrows his eyebrows,

"Teens? I did that last year"

Another gasp, this time from you

He pinches your nose, shutting your words of disbelief up with a kiss,

"Shhh shh no more. Let's sleep, I'll give you my shirt, no need to steal them anymore"

You nod, yawning and falling into his arms,

He takes your body right up with him, picking you up to his room, where you'd be sleeping in his clothes, in his arms

Just where you belonged all this time.