#sit up all the time so it doesnt stretch over the little bit of room there is to walk now since my fucking bed is in the MIDDLE

[arcadequeerz]

Right on that limit right now.

[privitivium]

some kinda yan gamer, streamer "catboy/eboy/femboy" guy who posts stuff with lewd undertones. liek... i just love dudes being all pathetic and desperately trying to get yr attention but all u do is look at them in mild disgust........................ obsessed with that rn. ;;

like the dude uses :3 consistently. emoticon user, in a negative way. horny freak. he'd say you're best friends; slowly making your way towards a friends with benefits type deal, so desperately wanting to be those friends who r super touchy with each other, borderline fucking, but he doesnt wanna cross any boundaries by suddenly sitting on ur lap or cuddling into you, hugging you out of no where... you, on the other hand, would say you're friends, but that's a little bit of a stretch. its generous, is what it is. you find him weird and hard to be around, but he's a bit of a loner around campus ( surprisingly ) and you have a soft spot for the quiet type, thinking you should be the one to give him a chance. he gives you this weird vibe, like hes trying way too hard... like a little kid trying to impress. a bit cringe.. no?

ㅡyeah, it was. very much so.. trying to hype him up when he posts videos on his socials. trying so hard not to cringe at the thirst comments as he posts himself in a skirt, thigh highs, oversized hoodie, cat ears, and a black face mask.. congratulating him and telling him that he deserves it because he is quite pretty; words without love, you mean them with stony-platonic affection.

obviously he takes this the wrong way.. you first notice his affection for you ( it was quite obvious. ) after he continuously mentions this "friend" in his streams and posts, speaking so fondly. to say that it didn't make your heart flutter, would be a lie. you felt a bit honored, disgusted with yourself for feeling such a way - he was a suffocating person - smothering you in his popularity and trying to make you jealous, but how could you be if you were his friend he "spoke fondly" ofㅡ? you wouldnt know how to deal with that if he was your lover. embarrassingly enough, the thought does come up multiple times throughout your mind..

you can't help it. those thoughts, they intrude on your normal train of thought like a disgusting plague... you were one of his top supporters, not donor, as he did stream playing dating sims and the like... he'd gloat, definitely meaning to, telling you about all the weird shit they'd say about / to himㅡand he was totally imagining it was you telling him all that stuff.. wondering just how lewd you are, fingering himself to the thought of you watching in a dark corner of his room.,, weirdo. ( <- spoekn with love...... )

you try to open yourself up, making more friends to hangout with after noticing that he took up all of your time. when did that happen? what happened to all your other friends before him? you wonder, but not wanting to relight those candles... it would be awkward, having left them for one guy without even knowing it yourself..

"did i do something wrong?" he'd corner you at your apartment, pouting, eyes glazed over with tears of anguish - his face scrunched as if he were about to break out into sobs. "why are you.. avoiding me?" his voice pinched, and you feel a wave of,,, what, repulsion? he's making you uncomfortable, just a tad more than usual.. "i'm not avoiding you." you'd reply bluntly, lackadaisical, a front. "yes.. yesㅡyou are, i can feel it. i know you are!" a whiny voice that morphs into a low hiss.. "no... i just made new friends so i'm not spending that much time with you as i used to." you speak slowly, as if he were an idiot - his face darkening with an embarrassed flush; heart palpitating faster as he promptly closes his mouth from continuing. why did you sound so... hot? argh, you always sound hot, but... whatever, he already knew that he was crushing hard on you - he has the preserved cumrags, bottles with a printed picture of you inside to prove it...

after that, he would take the time off posting so much, a hiatus, and would begin focusing on his one-sided relationship with you... trying to lure you away from your new friends, quite easily and you have no idea how he does it - a manipulative bastard in a way as he begins to get a little too comfortable with touching on you without your consent, he doesnt listen anyway - pulling the "cute guy who can't get punched" card;; asking you questions if he wasn't enough for you. it wouldn't work out, as you would often ignore his stupid queries. it was draining.. but.. you realize, that maybe you were just jealous? your cute friend posting himself for everyone else to ogle at, even if they didn't know what his face looked like. you weren't the disgusting one here, he was. they were only thoughts - nothing you were going to act on. rather, he would act on them for you.

[piratefishmama]

okay but winged!eddie has THEE potential— he gives himself away constantly with his wings, whether he notices it or not like he gets all puffed up when he’s embarrassed but he also ends up cocooning himself within them a bit, them tucking around his body a little closer. he also uses them to bug steve. so much. needs his attention? eddie does just a little flap that sends a tiny gust of wind that always messes steve’s hair up & steve has to pretend he’s annoyed every time as he fixes his hair. eddie tucks them in as tight as he can the first time he’s in steve’s room but he’s too busy turning to have a look at everything to notice how he’s knocking everything off a shelf in one fell swoop and is mortified, his face pink and the wings all bunched up behind his back :’) he also uses them to block the sun, block the rain, whatever— he loves being able to stick them in steves face and make it impossible to see past anything BUT his wings hehe

oh his wings are SO expressive, he cannot for the life of him keep anything to himself because his wings will give him away immediately. he cant even hide his like for certain pop songs because they just start bouncing away.

so his rebellion is MESSY WINGS.

He's one of the very few people in Hawkins with wings, came from his mothers side of the family, Wayne doesnt have em, so thats why he gave Eddie the only bedroom in the trailer so he's not all cramped in the living room, he does spend a lot of time up on the roof though, likes it up there.

It's not like... uncommon for people to have wings either, there's tons of them in big cities, but it's rare enough out in bumfuck indiana that Eddie's considered a freak for having them in such a small town so thats also a stigma.

messy wings, plus being one of the only few in town to have em? tricky life to live that one.

they're real big too, so rain or shine he's solid, freak rainshower? he's got a built in umbrella, too bright out? instant shade.

and he does so enjoy being a shit with them, he'll nudge his friends with them, use feathers he's plucked to tickle noses, his friends will find random eddie feathers in their backpacks and stuck to their clothes cause he's forever molting down feathers cause he doesnt groom them properly.

Steve though, Steves bedroom is not built for wings though. his house is big sure, and Eddie can stretch out his wings properly in the backyard without knocking anything over, but his bedroom isnt built for a winged person to be in there, so he's KNOCKING STUFF OFF SHELVES AND HE'S VERY SORRY ABOUT IT SO HE'S JUST SITTING THERE AS STILL AS POSSIBLE BEING VERY QUIET TRYING NOT TO BREAK STUFF.

but Steve is... a little in awe of him. hard not to be really, yeah Eddie's always been a bit of a scraggly mess, but those wings... they're so big and fluffy and Steve just wants to tidy them up, groom them, an then Eddie lets him and it's just-- wow.

very wow. softer than he could have imagined, like silk under his fingertips, each feather lighter than air, he's got pinions longer than his entire goddamn arm twice the size at least, they're big.

and eddie is losing his damn mind.

[glazesunflower]

would u feel comfortable enough to write comfort for depression with Albedo, Lumine and Wanderer?it doesnt have to be detailed, just maybe characters being there for reader when they cant finds it in themselfes to even get up from the bed and do things around the house or smth like this?maybe some soft cuddles in bed or characters helping reader with a chores?if not to your liking thats alright, no pressure at all and welcome back!i hope to read more from u.

How They Comfort You

Characters: Lumine, Wanderer and Albedo.

Warnings: Mentions of depression and overall apathy. GN Reader.

Notes: How they would comfort you when you're just feeling under the weather. Thank you for requesting, I'm very happy to be back and I hope you enjoy this!

You’re in your room, the bed sheets are tangled all over your legs. The sun is way up in the sky and you should be up as well, doing things around the house and working, but you just can’t bring yourself to it.

You hear the sound of Lumine’s footsteps in the house. She must’ve arrived early today. You want to get up and greet her but you’re ashamed of the state you’re in, so you don’t move when you hear the door creaking. 

Lumine enters the room and you turn to the side, your eyes finding hers, golden like the sun beyond your window. You don’t know what she saw in yours, but her expression softens when she looks at you.

“You look tired, my heart.” She approaches with careful steps, the bed sinking by your side when she sits next to you on the soft mattress. “What happened, if it isn't too much to ask?”

You take a moment to reply, closing your eyes, welcoming the darkness of your eyelids. “Nothing… Nothing really happened. I’m just…” You can’t find the words, the excuses piling up on your tongue. “I know I should get up and be productive but I just can't bring myself to it…”

Lumine shakes her head softly, locks of golden hair falling over her shoulders. Her golden eyes are gentle on yours.

“There is no need to push yourself to do anything. We all feel a bit tired sometimes and there is nothing wrong with that. If you feel like resting today, then rest.” Lumine reaches a hand to you, placing strands of hair behind your ear gently. You feel the softness tucked there. “Try not to be too hard on yourself, okay?”

You let her words fill the room for a moment, sinking in your bones. You let out a sigh, your ribcage shivering. “I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing for you to be sorry about, my love. Take time to recover from whatever makes you feel like this and don't worry about accomplishing anything today, okay?” Lumine stretches her arms above her head, her back popping. “Ah, in fact, I could use a break as well. Do you mind if I lay in bed with you for a little while?”

You nod easily —Yes, of course, you say— as you make room for her on your side of the bed, your warmth still lingering. Lumine scoots close to you, smiling softly at the close contact.  

“Let me take your mind off things, if just for a moment.” Her soft hands reach to cup your face, stroking your cheeks gently with her fingers, and your skin tingles. “You don't have to do anything but to lie here and snuggle up with me. Does that sound okay?”

“That sounds wonderful.” You close your eyes to her warmth, resting your cheek against her palm, breathing in deeply her sweet scent. “Thank you, Lumine.”

Lumine strokes your hair softly, her fingers caressing your scalp sending waves of calmness through your skin. You’ve never felt warmer than you do now. “You know… I’m a little happy. That you trust me enough to show your emotions around me. I want you to know that you can cry in my arms, you can laugh in my arms, and you can feel sad, too. I’m here to hold you, and all of what you feel is okay.”

You snuggle closer to her, almost involuntarily, your breath tickling the skin of her collarbone. “Thank you, but I… I don’t want to be a burden to you, Lumine.”

“Please, don’t say that.” She is quick to say, her fingers still playing softly with your silky hair. “Emotions need to be felt properly in order to heal, you have to let them out eventually. So feel your sadness, feel your worries, and express them as best as you can. I promise to hold you for as long as you want me to, okay?”

You feel a familiar warmth sitting behind your eyes. You lean to her, letting her easy affection melt away your sorrows. “Lumine, you’re too nice to me.”

“Not at all. It’s my pleasure.” Lunine smiles tenderly and nuzzles her head on your hair, wrapping her legs around yours with a familiarity that overwhelms you in the best of ways. She lets out a soft and cozy yawn as she continues to stroke your hair. “I’m happy to be with you. Always.”

“Are you tired?” Your voice comes out muffled by Lumine’s chest, rising slowly with her breaths, calming. “You can rest if you want, too. I will be alright now.”

Lumine chuckles lightly as she gently caresses your arms and shoulders, holding you tightly to her. You let her do, pressing closer to her still. The safest place in the world.

“Don’t worry about that, my love. I still have energy to spare.” She smiles fondly at you, her fingers caressing your cheeks and your jaw with an easy joy that you’ve learned to recognize, tucked in her touch. And then, she yawns again. She leans to you, gently pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Maybe just for a few minutes?”

You smile at Lumine’s tired grin, bright like the evening sun. You nod slowly, resting your head again against her chest again, letting her heartbeat fill your ears and calm your mind. “Just for a few minutes.”

Lumine smiles and closes her eyes too, her head resting on your pillow, her arms full of you. She closes her eyes, and you feel her warmth spreading to your bones, soaking you in warm affection. She whispers, I love you, and you finally let yourself relax in her familiar touch. Taking a break is okay, from time to time, if it’s in her welcoming arms.

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You’re in the living room, laying on the couch and scrolling through your phone. You’re not seeing anything interesting at all. Your eyes are itchy, but you can’t seem to do anything else at the moment. You told Wanderer you were going to do the dishes a million hours ago, but you haven’t found the energy to get up and get to it yet. And you don’t feel exactly good about that. You wish you could just lock your phone, get up and do the chores you’re supposed to, but your brain is fuzzy and your limbs are heavy and you simply can’t bring yourself to do anything today. And it’s draining to feel like this.

You hear the front door opening and your heart shatters. You hear Wanderer’s steps, heavy and familiar, walking up to the room you’re in. You don’t look up at him, but you know he’s stopped in front of you, seeing you’re in the same position he left you in. He frowns, his brow creasing at the sight of you.

“You’re wasting your time lazing around when there are chores to be done.” He says, almost harshly. “It’s about time you start pulling your weight around here.”

“I’m sorry.” Your voice sounds so tired. “I’ve just…”

He stops you, raising a hand. His ocean eyes raging like a tempest.

“There they are! Those are the excuses I've been waiting for. And there's the guilty look on your face… What's the matter? Are you going to complain that you don't feel appreciated?”

“No, no! It’s not that!” You let out a sigh, defeated. Your heart is pumping, clamoring against your ribcage. “I’ve just been struggling with depression lately and… Doing chores just takes a lot of my energy… I'm sorry.”

He throws his hands in the air, huffing.

“Depression, anxiety, apathy…  It's always some sort of mental health issue with you humans, isn't it? You know…” He looks at you, and something in your eyes makes the words on his tongue die. He just stares at you for a moment that feels too long, and rubs his face. Eventually, he lets out a long sigh. “…Alright. You know what? I’ll help you with the dishes. Just this once.”

His words are menacing, but his ocean eyes are softer on yours. You feel your lips drawing a small smile, the tempest on your chest dying down. “Really?”

“Yes. But don’t get used to this.” He crosses his arms over his chest, rolling his eyes. “They’ll be done faster if it’s two of us. Now come on, let’s get this done before I change my mind.”

He reaches a hand out to you, not looking at you directly when he helps you up. You go to the kitchen and he hasn’t let go of your hand yet. It’s warm on your skin, slightly bigger than yours, his warmth pressed to you like it was made to fit there, to soothe your raging heart and storming mind with its presence. You let the comfort slip in your veins at the contact.

“…Let's divide the tasks among ourselves. You take the cutlery, and I'll take the bowls, cups, and plates.” He instructs, pointing at the things on the sink. He turns to you. “That seems fair, right?”

“Absolutely.” You say, and you begin cleaning the spoons and forks eagerly. With him by your side, encouraging you silently, this task doesn’t feel as tasking anymore. You still feel slightly guilty for not doing it earlier, considering it’s not a hard task at all, but you’re a little happy that he decided to help you out. His soft spot for you makes you want to smile as you clean the spoons.

“Ah, and make sure that you wash the knives extra well, okay?” Wanderer draws a mischievous grin, his ocean eyes sparkling. “You never know when you might need self-defense against a home invader.”

“You’re insufferable!” You nudge him. The water splashes a little and he gets a little soap on him.

“Ohoho! How rude! Don't you know that the dishes are my sacred time for contemplating life's mysteries? You really can't let me enjoy one thing, can you?” He splashes a bit more water on you in retaliation.

“Oh yeah? And what mysteries are you contemplating?” You let yourself draw an easy smile at him.

Wanderer rolls his eyes, looking away from you for a moment.

“The mystery of whether I can spend the rest of my life with a person who deliberately splashes dirty dishwater on me…”

You smile softly up at him, your chest blooming with flowers at his words.  “And what is your verdict so far?”

“So far all evidence points to no.” He sticks his tongue out. And then, he turns his face to the side and you can see the glimpse of a smile. “But… Let’s give it another few years. Just to be sure, you know?”

You can’t help yourself. You lean in and kiss his cheek softly, your lips tenderly pressed to his soft skin. “Thank you for helping me out with the dishes today.”

He’s silent for a moment, his cheeks flushing.

“Don’t mention it. Just try not to ruin my contemplating mood too often, okay?” He kisses the top of your head. If you didn’t know him better, you’d even say he’s acting a little shy. “What do you say we grab a bite after this and watch a movie? I will even let you choose this time. How’s that for generosity?”

You gasp, taking in the opportunity. “Can we watch Barbie?”

There’s a silence. Wanderer looks at you with no expression on his face, his ocean eyes deep and empty. Then, he sighs.

“…Do you ever grow up?” He shakes his head, locks of deep blue hair falling over his eyes, but he draws a small smile. Just for you. “Okay, fine. We can watch Barbie.”

“I love you.” You lean in and kiss his cheek again, smiling. You suddenly feel much better than before. Your limbs don’t feel heavy anymore and your mind doesn’t feel as fuzzy. You feel comfortable in his presence.

“I… I love you too.” You feel Wanderer’s cheeks grow warmer. He turns away from you, focusing on the dishes again. “Now, let’s get these dishes done. That Barbie movie isn’t gonna watch itself.”

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You’re at your desk. Again. After what feels like the nth hour. You were supposed to focus on working today but your brain is doing everything in its power to prevent you. You feel exhausted, mentally and even physically now. It shouldn’t be so hard to focus, but today you can’t seem to win against your sabotaging brain, and you sigh loudly. Albedo hears you from the other room.

You see his face peek at you from behind the door frame, his emerald eyes glowing in the dim light. “You sound tired. Have you had any breaks today?”

“A break is the last thing I need.” You groan, burying your face in your hands, defeated. You’re losing the battle against yourself today and you don’t feel like trying anymore.

“You seem… Exhausted.” He steps into your room wearing his work-robe, and places a heavy hand over your shoulder. “Do not push yourself too hard. I have noticed the past few weeks that you’re sighing considerably more, and I cannot understand why, especially when some days you loom clearly fatigued when you work. I hope I am not being too overbearing…” He strokes your shoulder with his thumb, comforting. “I cannot help but notice your declining energy, and I worry for you.”

“Thank you, Albedo.” You let out a sigh, placing a hand over his on your shoulder, stroking his smooth skin. “I don't know why, but lately I can't find it in myself to get to work like I've always done. It's like everything's just… Overwhelming.”

“I can certainly understand the feeling.” He takes a chair and sits by your side, a bit closer than usual. He looks at you with attentive eyes. “Hmm, you must have a lot of worries for your work, and yet in turn, this causes more pressure for you to perform. I know my words are not much of a comfort, but I am here for you, not just as your friend, but also as…  Your lover. If you require some time off, I shall make sure your rest is undisturbed. Do not be hesitant to ask me.”

“Thank you, Albedo.” You smile up to him, sincerely, the insides of your chest warming at his words, like your own personal sunlight in the gloom of yourself. “You’re very kind.”

Albedo draws a small smile, the kind that you adore. “Oh. This is my time-tested experiment. I have discovered it has a 100% success rate to make someone smile. Please, look at this.” 

He pulls out a piece of paper which contains a drawing of… A cow. You stare at him for a few seconds before starting to laugh.

“How is this supposed to make me feel better?” You chuckle.

“It is a cow. I cannot see how this does not result in happiness.” He stares at the drawing and then at you with a satisfied smile. “It works by taking advantage of the human brain's pleasure mechanism to release endorphins. Studies have shown that this picture generates a sense of joy in 90% of test participants, even for those who usually remain apathetic to such things.”

“I don't know about the cow, but you being a nerd always cheers me up.” You shake your head, still feeling the laughter tickle your throat like bubbles. You turn to him, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek. It lasts only a moment. “Thank you, Albedo.”

“I have achieved my mission, then.” You smile as Albedo’s cheeks turn slightly pink at your praise. He caresses your cheek slowly, his warmth melting to your skin. “Would you permit me to try another experiment?”

You tilt your head, curious. “What is it?”

Albedo draws a small smile, his bright eyes gentle on yours. “I wish to comfort you with my lips. A simple kiss, a symbol of affection. I can tell you are upset. It is best to express our feelings together.” A pause. “I also want to observe your facial expression while I stroke your hair.”

You chuckle at his strange words. “Are you saying you want to give me kisses and cuddles to cheer me up?”

His cheeks grow pink but he nods still, taking your cheek in his warm palm. “Yes, the experiment calls for a series of kisses and cuddles from an affectionate male partner to be administered to the subject. The longer the series, the more effective the results. Is this experiment to your liking?”

“It is.” You nod softly, taking in his warmth, his kindness and his love for you, evident in the curve of his smile. “But not here. On the couch, maybe?”

Albedo strokes your cheek for a moment. Then, he lets go and reaches for your hand, smaller and familiar on his. “Yes, we can certainly conduct the experiment on the couch. Come, this way.” He says, and lets you be guided by warm hands, your worries forgotten even if for just this moment in time with him.

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[writingsbymo-mo]

A Tiny Surprise

Tighnari x F!Reader

Contains: pregnancy and a very worried reader

Word count: 772

You're at home waiting for Tighnari to return to tell him about your little surprise while he is in Pardis Dhyai when a freak lightning storm hits. Yes I forgot Haypasia exists while I wrote this...oops

First fic I wrote in two years! Sorry I'm a bit rusty tho i hope you guys like it uwu

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It was a clear, sunny day, no clouds in sight. You stretched as you sat at your desk, staring at the pile of books on various topics from flora and fauna to fantasy. It would be about another half hour before Tighnari would return from Pardis Dhyai. You looked down at your stomach with a smile then grabbed a book, opening it. The two of you had been together for a few years after graduating from the akademia, only growing closer through those years.

As time passed, the room grew darker. A chill ran down your spine. 'Did I get that absorbed in this book? But that doesnt make sense....' You thought. You turned your head to your window. Dark clouds were rolling in, spouting lightning every second. Your eyes widened in awe and fear. It was nothing you'd ever seen before. "A storm with no rain? Strange...I hope everyone's alright." Though despite this, you couldn't help but feel a sense of dread washing over you. Something wasn't right.

The second the skies cleared, forest watchers scattered, searching for any possible injured people or animals through their usual patrol routes. Given the situation, you knew it would be some time before Tighnari returned.

And so you waited.

And waited...

....and waited....

A good hour had passed and still...nothing. Your body began to tremble as you brought your arms inward. Tighnari will be fine is what you keep telling yourself. It doesn't stop the bubbling anxiety in the depths of your stomach. You sighed in an attempt to calm yourself.

Suddenly, the door to your home burst open with a worried Collei, panting as she caught her breath. That was all you needed. You bolted from your chair, grabbed your bag of supplies and ran, thanking her on the way out.

You'd never ran so fast in your life. A few scrapes from stray branches didn't even phase you. All that mattered was knowing Tighnari was alright.

Before you knew it, you were at the entrance to the greenhouse in Pardis Dhyai, taking deep breaths as your eyes locked onto him sitting on the floor. It didn't take much for you to conclude what had happened.

One of his ears twitched, turning his head to face you. The hiss and groan he let out didn't go unnoticed despite the way his eyes lit up and a small smile forming on his lips. "Don't worry my lotus, I'll ugh be fine. Some forest watchers came by and patched me up already so they'll just need to be dressed again later. But for now, I just need to rest for a while. I'll also say you should get your scrapes disinfected."

'Oh Nari.'

You scrambled to your knees in front of him, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. "I was so worried Nari," you cried, "I had to make sure you were safe."

He brought a hand to your face, cupping your cheek, brushing away the stray tears then pulled you into a hug. His ears flattened briefly as he winced. You melted into him, wrapping your arms around him, careful of his wounds.

You breathed in his scent, earthy with a hint of musk that was just him. A sigh of relief escaped you when you remembered what you had to say.

Cautiously, you lifted yourself from him, repositioning yourself a little closer. "So...Nari," he tilted his head at you as you continued, "I have something I need to share with you."

You grasped his hand, gently placing it on your stomach. His breath hitched as his tail began to swish. He threw you into a hug once more, trying to mask the pain the shot through him at his quick action. "S-sorry," he winced, "I'm...so happy. My lotus is having a little lotus." His hand brushed your stomach once more, rubbing in soothing circles lovingly as you rested your head on his shoulder. He brought his lips to your forehead, peppering you with soft kisses.

An hour had passed as the sun hovered over the horizon. "Mmm, we should head back," Tighnari yawned, pulling himself up, "I'll be fine to walk now. How are your scrapes by the way?"

"They're fine Nari. I'm more worried about you."

He shook his head and laughed softly, "I'll be on light duty for a while so I'll be staying in Gandharva Ville most of the time. Which means, I'll be able to spend more time with you until I'm fully healed."

You nodded, placing a hand on your stomach as you both began to walk home. "I can't wait to meet them, our little lotus."

[technicallyvivi]

NSFW WARNING!

yeosang being your little kitty

you had finally gotten home after a busy day at work, you had assumed yeosang was sleeping so you took the chance to walk over to the kitchen and make yourself some ramen before going to bed. you sit on the counter and lean your head back to rest on the shelves, propping your head back up when you hear small shuffling footsteps moving towards you in the hallway. you smile and hop off the counter "baby?" you turn the stove off seeing your food is ready and start putting it into a bowl, yeosangs face peaks out looking into kitchen, you turn and look at him; his cheeks are a rosy pink, eyes half closed and hair all messy. he's wearing an oversized shirt, boxers underneath that you can only see once he stretches and the cutest pink fluffy socks. "hi.." he yawns stretching his arms out and walking to hug you. you set your bowl of ramen down and take him into your arms, resting your head on his and finally taking in his scent and warmth after a long day. you both let go and sit down, "you want some ramen?" you ask him pulling his chair closer and running your fingers through his hair. he shakes his head leaning it on your chest and smiling to himself. "you look pretty in those socks." you say, watching how his ears turn the same shade of pink as his cheeks. "really?" he asks. "mhm, not that you ever dont." his small giggle makes you laugh too. all of the sudden he stands up and speed walks into your shared room, you yell, "where are you going?!" giggles can be heard from across the house and he walks back to you with a pair of kitty ears put on. you smile. "come sit on my lap yeo." he nods and moves to do what you asked. your fingers caress his hair softly as you start leaving kisses on his cheeks trailing your aim down his jaw, and getting sloppier by the minute. "y-y/n.." he whimpers in your ear trying to grind himself on you, you grab his hips to stop him. "patience baby." you smile planting soft kisses down his neck. he stands up and takes his shirt off, which you do too, leaving him in his boxers and pretty socks and you in your work skirt. "okay i want boxers off, leave the socks on. i wanna see you all fucked out in them and those kitty ears." he nods and follows your orders sitting on the chair and fumbling to take his boxers off, you laugh at how clumsy he is, so needy and desperate to receive any form of pleasure. his veiny member rests on his belly upright, slightly curved to the left. he's not too big but lord he knows how to use it, he acts so innocent and cute but whenever he tops you. it's definitely an experience. you get on your knees in front of him slurping the last of your ramen as quickly as you can. "i'm gonna make up for the time missed while i work, yeah?" he nods petting your hair. yeosang isn't very talkative whenever he subs, that doesnt mean he isnt noisy though. you lean down and stroke him a couple times hanging onto his shaft while you give his tip kitten licks, and he starts. "m-miss, hurry please." he pleads for you all whiny using the nickname he knows you like. you take his length is bit by bit and slowly build up a pace going up and down, he intertwines his fingers through your hair and throws his head back. "fuck." you come off with a pop, "good kittys dont curse." you say bluntly going back down on him. you bob your head up and down just letting your ears be filled by his sweet sounds. "ah- ah! miss, please." you lick a strip up his shaft to his tip licking around it and teasing him. "fuck my face, kitty." he nods almost immediately pushing your head down, you choke on your own spit gagging and drooling all over his cock. you take this chance to start rutting against his fluffy socks to try and stimulate yourself in anyway you can, you imagine pegging him with those cute socks on, him holding his kitty ears in place when you fuck him so heard with that with every thrust he shifts forward. he thrusts his hips up tip hitting the back of your throat moans echoing throughout the whole apartment, eyes closed and head thrown back. "i- god- i cant.. miss!" he whines thrusting upwards again.

you continue to rub yourself harder and faster against his foot, you moan around his dick pushing him over the edge almost in an instant. his cum spurts down your throat and fills your mouth, your release coming right after soaking his socks in your cum. you feel his cock softening in your mouth and you come off. you look at him and stick your tongue out showing its all swallowed. "you did good pretty kitty." you smile, standing up and sitting on his lap as he pants. "you look adorable all fucked out like this." you kiss his cheeks and rub his sides gently, careful to not scare him whilst he calms down. you sit there for a while hugging him and resting your head on his shoulder as he draws shapes on your back. "i love you." he says, almost in a whisper. "you must be tired" you answer and he simply nods. "i am. but you woke me up coming home and i really wanted to show you my socks, and these." he points at his kitty ear headband making you laugh. "you should wear them for me more often, i'd like that." he giggles taking you off his lap. "let's get cleaned up and sleep sound good?" you nod kissing his forehead. "you might have to throw away that sock too." you wink. "i guess ill have to get more pairs." he laughs, and you nod, happy to be getting to see more of those, and in different colors. "i still cant get over how cute you looked." you smile walking towards your shared room in fresh pjs after cleaning up. "i tried my best." he smiled back. and his best was always enough.

[b-00-biez]

"Getting Romantic with Thomas"

Warning: Fluff and a bit of a smut at the end

Character: Thomas Hewitt x reader

It has been a long week, and you barely get to see Thomas. Hoyt has been giving him more chores than he normally does which kinda pisses you off. You need your man and you want him.

You're only limited in seeing Thomas, one he doesn't allow you to go to the basement since he doesn't want you to see the bloody things hes doing. Two he's either out helping at the gas station or chasing victims. You only get to see him during dinner when all of you are eating. He sleeps in your shared room but once he touches that bed hes passing out.

So you devised a plan to help Thomas out. You do the things that arent involved killing so he doesnt get burnt out when its night time.

You're dressed in a pink lingerie he liked and put your normal clothes up top. It was almost time to go to bed and it was time for Thomas to get into the bath so you went before him. Lighting candles and putting a bubble bath for you two. You heard Thomas knock and peeked outside seeing your boyfriend standing, sweaty and bloody. You let him in and he was a bit shy. You know you haven't done it in a while, bathing together. So you put your hand on his arm caressing it and looking at him sweetly " I know you're working hard sweetie so I wanted to make it a bit special for you" he blushed. He grunted in satisfaction, approving of your efforts . You gently took off his clothes and stroked his muscles as you did so. You could kiss every inch of his massive body if you could but you decided to go for the neck where he likes. As your boyfriend is totally naked, it's time for you to undress. He helped you quickly undress and you see the blush on his face grew redder. Seeing you in this lovely shade of pink made him want to take you now. You lead him to the bath and you lovingly scrubbed this man's body. You loved his physique, his large arms and buff chest. Under all that blood and grime you get to see his tan color. He wraps an arm around pulling you closer as he watches you bathe him.

"Thomas, do you want me to do your hair?" he nods. You took some shampoo and lathered it with your hands. Massaging his scalp and his beautiful long hair, sitting on his lap to get a good reach of it. You turned on the shower and rinsed his hair.

After you were done, he stood up and carried you on one hand. He can't take it anymore. He smashed his lips against yours and kissed you passionately. He misses you so much so you're going to help him with his sexual frustration. He carried you to your shared bedroom and roughly puts you on the bed. He caressed your thighs with his big hand going up to your breast fundling on them. He carefully took your lingerie off, he wants to see you in it more often in the future.

He wrapped your legs around his shoulders and started eating you out. Passionately making out with your pussy like he did with your lips. You moaned softly trying to suppress the noises you two make so that the family doesn't wake up. He puts two of his giant fingers in your cunt and you yelp with the sudden intrusion. He slides in and out of you softly, trying to prepare your tight little cunt for his big cock.

Once you're wet enough for him he slides in his cock as you moaned a little too loud. He puts your clean panties in your mouth and starts thrusting his hips. He stretches your legs up to your shoulder and starts pounding deep in you. You couldn't help but moan more and more louder as he fucks you silly like this. Stretching your pussy to fit his cock. He starts picking up the pace and you put your hands on his back bracing yourself.

He takes out the panties and smashes his lips against yours wrapping his tongue around yours. He pulls out and flips you over like a pancake with ease then starts to do it from the back. As he puts his fingers in your mouth trying to cover your moans. A knot formed in your stomach as he keeps fucking you. He felt your pussy clamp onto him. He then carried you and slammed you to a wall and fucks your poor pussy. You pulled his head closer and kissed him as you both released your cum. He thrusts deep inside you pouring his thick cum, breeding the fuck out of you.

He both put you in bed then..

"AYE ITS 12 AM KEEP IT DOWN YOU TWO!"

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 (2)

In which Jungkook can't help but be drawn to you- for whatever reason there might be.

Tags/Warnings: Vampire!Jungkook, Blood Donor!Reader, mentions of 'being high' (drug usage in a way), strangers to lovers, blood (duh)

Additional Chapter Warnings: fluff!, flirty JK

Chapter Length: mid

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It's late when he visits the store a few days later, hands in his pockets. He technically doesn't need anything- but that doesnt mean he can't look and see if he gets an appetite for anything.

Picking out a few snack for himself, he walks to the cash registry where you do actually sit, yawning tiredly as you stretch. You immediately interrupt the action, shyly scanning in the items as you apologize under your breath. "it's fine." he reassures. "long shift?" he wonders, and you nod.

"yeah, but I'm almost done. Just waiting on my coworker to take over so I can go home." you tell him, sleepily smiling. "I've got an entire week off after this!" you excitedly tell him, and he chuckles.

"I- can I wait up and maybe walk you home? Of course if you have a boyfriend-" he hurries, when the store doors slide open automatically, chime of the door signalling someone walking in.

"she does." a voice answers, a little raspy and deeper than his own. The man who it belongs to is definitely shorter- though not at all less menacing because of it. "so fuck off, bloodsucker."

"Yoongi!" you scold the guy, hitting his shoulder as he walks around and takes out an employee card. "I'm sorry- he's not my boyfriend, just my coworker. And sure, if you want to!" you say, while Yoongi doesnt seem happy in the room close to the cash registry.

"No- nuh-uh. I can tolerate you donating but going home with someone like that?" he grumpily scolds, and Jungkook feels out of place. He doesn't want to make you fight with a coworker you're clearly on a friendship base with.

But he also doesn't want to back down that easily.

"look, I won't hurt her I promise. I just want-" he starts, but Yoongi, now wearing the same employee vest as you, leans on the counter as he faces him.

"a quick fuck? I know guys like you." he says.

"I- No! I seriously just want to talk, walk her home- that's it!" Jungkook defends himself.

"Yoongi stop, please, you do this every time." you roll your eyes, before looking at the vampire, more friendly. "I'll just change real quick, then we can leave, okay?" you say, and Yoongis gaze darkens.

"give me your number." he says, and Jungkooks eyes widen. "if you've got no filthy intentions you'll have no issues with it. Give me your number and text me when she's home, easy."

"okay." Jungkook says, getting out his phone. It actually surprises Yoongi- maybe he's been too harsh on the kid. Kid? Who knows how old this dude actually is, considering what he is, he thinks. "here." he offers, and Yoongi copies the number into his own phone, before you walk out, dressed casually and comfortably again.

"don't burn the store down okay yoongs?" you say, hugging the guy for a bit before you walk around the registry. "ready to go?" you ask, holding onto your bag, and Jungkook nods. He looks back at the store for a second- yoongi making a pointing to his eyes then at him movement, and you roll your eyes at that, pulling the vampire at his sleeve.

"so!" you say. "you gonna murder me in an alley now like in those movies?" you giggle, and Jungkook cringes, shaking his head.

"no, definitely not." he answers. "I just- saw you last time and I kind of couldn't stop thinking of you." he bashfully confesses, and your eyes widen at that.

"oh.." you say. "so you do want a quick fuck?" you ask, and his eyes widen as he almost chokes on his own saliva.

"I- what- no!" he answers hurriedly. "I'm not like that- I know it sounds cliche but I really am not." he says. "no dirty intentions, pinky promise!" he says, and you laugh, holding your pinky out. "huh?"

"you said pinky promise for no dirty intentions." you clarify, and he can't help the blush that colors the tips of his ears red as he intertwines his way bigger pinky finger with yours.

"you're so cute." he chuckles, and you can't help but be shy now as well.

"so, what do you work as?" you wonder, walking down the busy streets next to him. "you know my job- it's only fair I know yours too." you tell him, and he chuckles, shrugging.

"I suppose so. I'm a tattoo artist." he informs you, and your eyes sparkle.

"that's so cool! Not like my lame ass job at the grocery store." you laugh, as he shakes his head.

"your job is important, don't think so low of it." he says. "and also, if you didn't work there, I might've never met you." he smiles, and you can't help but notice hoe his tonge runs over his lip ring.

"Ah-" you say, struggling to form a good thought. "yeah, I guess so." you shrug, unable to really give an answer to that. You're not used to being flirted with at all, so this is all new territory.

"too much?" he wonders gently, and you shake your head.

"no no, I just.." you start, sighing. "It's my first time like.. Having a guy be interested like this. It's weird. I don't know what to do." you admit, and you know he's gonna find it weird now too-

"that's fine." he shrugs, hands in his pockets. "just be you, and I'm sure I'll fall for you in no time." he shamelessly says, and you look at him in surprise.

"eh?" you ask, as you both wait at a red light.

"I said just be you, and I'm sure I'll fall for you." he answers.

"yeah no I heard you, but like, are you sure?" you wonder. "if it's that blood kink stuff-"

"no, geez, everyone always thinks I've got some ulterior motive just because of this." he whines more or less to himself, irritated.

You're quiet for a bit, until you're at the entrance of your apartment building. "I'm sorry." you apologize, bowing a little. "I shouldn't have said that."

"its fine- maybe I came off too strong." he smiles reassuringly. "I'll text your coworker you're home now, otherwise he will provably find out where I live and stick a knife to my chest." he chuckles, before waving to you, turning to walk away.

"w-wait, Jungkook!" you call out, and he turns around to look at you, streetlight above him making his piercings sparkle. "I- I wanna fall for you." you say, before you realize how stupid that must've sounded like. "I- like-" you struggle, and he grins boyishly.

"I'll do my best then." he promises, and you nod, waving him goodbye.

But maybe he doesn't need to do his best.

Maybe you already did fall for him.

[dr4cking]

Bad Grade.

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draco malfoy x reader | smut |

warning : professor!draco 🥵 reader is of age! and you can make up draco's age whatever you wanted.

y/n waited nervously in her class, she was early than the others and it makes her sitting alone in the class.

she had exams last week but she didnt really study for it and that was the exact reason why she was nervous today.

if she got a bad grades her parents would make sure to threatened her.

she looked up from her desk as a loud footsteps walking into the class, she found the youngest and the hottest teacher in hogwarts staring at her deeply, a smirk formed onto his face making her gulped.

"morning, miss y/n" she gets goosebumps when she heard his deep voice calling out her name.

"morning professor.." draco’s smirk get wider as he saw her body tremble in her seat, only his voice and she already like that.

"why so tense, miss y/n?"

"nothing, professor.." she replied, staying her gaze on her desk, trying so hard not to look up at him and get herself in more embarrassment.

draco clicked his tongue around his teeth making her turned her head at him instantly.

he raised his eyebrows at her sudden action.

but when he was about to taunt her more, the door burst open by the students filling the class one by one.

>>>>>

"miss y/n." she looks up at her professor as he called her name, her body jolted out at his voice echoed in the room.

"yes, professor?"

"come here, please." she gets up from her seat nervously, all her classmates already interrogating her by their eyes.

"care to explain to me why you get a P for my subject?" she swears she almost passed out at his intonation.

"i- i'm sorry professor, i wasn't study-"

"great, meet me after class, you need to fix your grade" y/n unknowingly rubbed her thighs together when draco said that, she secretly hoped he doesnt noticed that.

but he did and thats why he was trying to hide his smirk.

"yes professor, i'm sorry" she took her test and made her way back to her seat. hell, he's so intimidating.

>>>>>

after the class ended, y/n being the only one who stayed in her seat.

she sighs and stares at draco's back who was still cleaning the board.

"well, which part of my subject that you dont understand, miss y/n?" draco said as he takes a seat in front of her desk, opening her book.

"its the draught of living death potions, professor." she was trying her best to not let her voice getting shaky.

draco nodded and begin to explaining the subject to her, his fingers were pointing at her book.

but all she could think now is about the tension filling the air, and the more she stares at his fingers the dirtier her mind gets.

his hands-

merlin, even his hands are so hot. the veins decorating his arms suited him so much, and his long fingers are the perfect size to reach her spot when they're going inside her cu-

no.

y/n shook her head in disbelief at what she just imagined in her mind not realizing that draco has stopped talking.

"lost in your dirty mind, princess?" draco chuckles as he sees her cheeks heated in embarrassment, his eyes turned dark as he examining her face.

shit.

she forgot he has legilimency.

"i-"

"sshh.. i see you're not as innocent as the others think of you, yeah?" she gulped at his question, her face was flushed as the thick tension filling the room.

"no answer hm? tell me y/n, what is it that you want?" he rose up from his seat moving to stand beside her, looking down at her.

"tell me whats going on inside your dirty mind" he tilted her head to look up at him, his thumb running on her bottom lip making her shuddered.

"i- i want you, professor.." y/n said quietly not be able to look into his eyes much longer.

"want me? for what?"

"i want you burying yourself deep inside me, professor" she slapped her hand over her mouth and her eyes widened at what she just said.

"filthy little thing." draco chuckles lowly before moving down his hand and grabbed her throat.

"earn it." she nodded at him before her hands shakily unbuckled his belt and his trousers letting it falls down to his ankle making draco gripped her throat tighter.

she pulled down his boxers making him hissed when his semi hard cock hitting his lower abdomen.

she quickly wrapped her hands around his length and squeezes him tightly causing him to pull on her hair.

"dont play with me if you dont wanna face the consequences." she nodded before spitting on his cock stroking it with her hand making him groaned.

y/n wasted no time and pulled him all the way in her mouth moaning when his tip hit the back of her throat.

she starts to fucked him in and out of her mouth. her hand pumping on what she couldnt fit in her mouth.

she pulled out for a second to rest her jaw then she swirls her tongue on his slit making him groaned and bucked his hips. she gagged instantly when draco pushed his cock back in her mouth, tired of her teasing.

"you look so fucking filthy, y/n. sucking your professor's cock now, hm?" she let out a moan to answer him making him whimpered at the vibrations.

one of her hands gripping on the back of his thigh pushing him deeper down her throat as she continues sucking him. her other hand playing with his balls giving them attention too.

"fuck- gonna cum down your throat til you choked out, shit- y/n" he moaned out loud as he shoots his thick cum down her throat, y/n swallowed instantly moaning at the taste. some of it dripped down onto her chin but she quickly wipes it and cleans it.

"get up" she obeyed at his order, now facing her professor at the same level.

draco leaned into her face and capturing their lips together kissing her roughly as his hands roaming around her body.

"get on your desk." she immediately throw away all her things on her desk and get on top of it, like he asked.

"you're my good girl, dont you?" he asked as he stands in between her thighs, his cock rubbing her inner thigh making her clawed on the desk underneath her.

"yes prof-"

"its draco" she nodded as she starts to unbuttoning her shirt showing him her clothed breasts.

"yes draco, i'm your good girl" she said seductively and taking his hands in her guiding them to her breasts.

"please, touch me draco.." draco squeezes her breasts in his hands and snatches her bra off of her making her winced, now she was exposed in front of her professor.

"such a pretty tits, all mine?" he twirled her hard nipples in his fingers, pulling and pinching it making the owner hissed in pain.

"yes, all yours draco.." with that draco latched his mouth onto her left nipple as his hand playing with the other one.

"mmh.. yes draco.." she tugged at his blonde locks as he continues assaulting her puffy nipples.

draco plopped out her breasts of his mouth, her nipples now red and swollen.

he gives her a smirk and he pushed her skirt up to her stomach, taking off her panties placing it in his pocket.

"souvenirs." he grins cheekily at her confused face.

he suddenly inserts his fingers into her, stretching her out a little bit making her breath hitched.

his fingers pumping her faster and when he curls them inside she screams his name out loud.

her legs spasmed when she feels her high approaching her, she dug her nails on his shoulder deeper.

but before she could reach her high, he abruptly pulled out his fingers making her cried out as her aching cunt clenching around nothing.

he quickly shoved his fingers down her throat letting her tasting herself, he moaned when he sees her sucking on her fingers delicately.

pulling her hips closer to him and lining up his now hard cock again on her entrance.

"now be a big girl and lead me into you." y/n whines as a protest but she quickly grabbed his cock and pushing it inside her.

she wrapped her legs around his waist and bucked her hips to get him deeper inside her and finally all of him was inside of her. they both throw their heads back in pleasure.

"you act so innocent yet here you are, burying my cock deep inside you." y/n moaned at his words starting to fuck herself on him.

"i'm not innocent draco, for you i'm not.. please just fuck me already" draco chuckles devilishly at her attempts to bounce on his cock.

"cant even fuck yourself properly, such a dumb girl" he gives in to her, snapping his hips forcing his cock hitting deeper inside her and starts to thrusting at steady pace.

"oh my god.. yes yes please feel so good.." she moans loudly, her body writhing on the desk. she propped herself on her elbows to support herself as she rolled her hips to meet his thrusts.

"so fucking tight baby.. never felt this good before" draco praised as he pounding harder into her, he guides her hips with his hands to meet his thrusts making both of them moaning louder.

her eyes rolled back when his tip brushed her spot, he noticed and pounding into her spot over and over again making her seeing the stars.

"draco please.. i'm so close!" y/n wrapped her hands around his shoulder to pull him closer and kissing his lips to muffled her screams as the coil tightened in her stomach.

"cum on me, you- pathetic- little slut" draco snapped harder leaving no space between their bodies.

his hand slapping and pinching her clit making the girl squirmed letting the coil snapped through her body. her legs are shaking and her vision blurry.

her body burns when she realized she just cummed hard on her professor's cock, she looked down and see that her juices coating him. then looking up at him making eye contact.

"fuck- you're a mess, gonna cum inside your tight cunt, stuffing you up full with my fucking cum- holyshit-"

he came to a full stop with her name left his lips as he spilled all of his warm thick cum inside her, spraying all of it into her filling her up like he said.

draco stay inside her for a few minutes, both of them are still catching their breaths and he pulled out of her gently as he softened.

he looked at her flushed face before cupping her cheeks and reconnecting their lips again. the kiss lasted a minute before they pulled away to redressing themselves.

"i'll change your grade. but in all seriousness, study harder, baby" y/n melted at the nickname he gave her, pecking his lips one more time.

"of course, thank you professor" she shots him a wink before leaving the class, making him blushing madly.

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[toziersspaghettihead]

So I was thinking once again of dark!Richie and Soft!Eddie

That Richie wears mismatched silver rings

And Eddie has this silver chain tight against his neck that he wears everywhere simply because Richie gave it to him

That Richie filled out a bit after their first encounter with pennywise and he has lean muscle to match the amount of fights he lands in

Eddie always patches him up, Or he waits for Richie by his truck only to be mauled by his boyfriend the moment he’s in grabbing distance

Richie has a habit of making out with Eddie against either of their lockers- The taller one will cage Eddie between his arms and against the metal, Of course they’ve gotten in trouble for this on multiple occasions but Richie didn’t care and for a few more kisses to convince Eddie not to care either

One time Bowers makes the mistake that Eddie would actually be walking home alone but Richie had only been at the corner store getting cigarettes- Bowers ends up more bloodied and bruised than any of the losers had been in years.

Richie has upped his nickname game and decided that ‘baby’ and ‘kitten’ were his favorites

Eddie likes to plant flowers so Richie built him a little garden area in the Tozier’s backyard- Richie just likes to sit and watch as his baby does his thing

Some days Eddie wakes up to Richie already in his bed and kissing his neck and Eddie resigns himself to never looking another person in the eye for the rest of the day- Especially while they’re in school and Eddie can still feel his lover inside him

One day Richie sees some rando talking to Eddie, The boy must be in their grade but Richie never noticed him until now- Apparently Eddie had bio class with him but Richie was too busy gripping Eddie’s waist in a familiar pressure that Eddie seemingly melts into- A thick ‘Hey baby’ against Eddie’s throat that has Eddie quick to mumble ‘Sorry Eric, This is my boyfriend Richie- He doesnt understand boundaries’

Maybe it was the way Richie had fucked him senseless in the janitors closet right after, But Eddie never talked to Eric again- Or it could’ve been the ugly black eye the poor kid was sporting in bio the next day- Eddie had raised an eyebrow at Richie but never said a word.

Some days Eddie would show up in one of his boyfriend’s jackets- Sometimes it would be a stretched out band shirt that hung off his shoulder just to tease him

Other days Eddie would see Richie talking to some blonde bimbo of a cheerleader that had Eddie crying in the bathroom until he went to lunch and hung off of Bills arm enough to draw attention from any lunch shenanigans.

On those days, Richie would see red- He’d get pissed beyond belief but Eddie wouldn’t back down because maybe, just maybe he was equally as jealous as Richie. His boyfriend would ignore Eddie’s ‘tantrum’ as best as he could until he snapped and would drag Eddie into the closest room to have a screaming match. The moment Eddie admits what was bothering him, His boyfriends face splits into a grin and Hes peppering kisses to Eddie’s face because “His kitten has claws” and “No one gets me hard like you, baby”

One time Beverly caught Eddie giving Richie a blowjob In the clubhouse and the couple had been banned from their hideaway for a week

On the off chance Bill got to spend time with Eddie, Ben was usually around and they spent most of their time playing board games- All of which Eddie won

Beverly smokes with Richie on a daily basis and usually helps Richie shoplift huge loads of shit from the giant mall in the next town over

Mike likes to give Richie good books to smuggle to Eddie when he gets grounded on ‘serious offenses’

Just some HC’s

[hobilluvvr]

lost ocean troubles | 2

college au! sub!armin x dom!reader

words - 2.7k

warnings - vomit, blood, mentions of abuse , injuries

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so incredibly sorry for this late update but testing season is approaching and I need to study sadly :/ this part is very rough with spelling errors and grammar but will be revised later !

please enjoy this update and constructive criticism is always welcomed :D . If you want to be added to the tag list please don’t hesitate to ask !

taglist - @haikyoonn @kenmas-nintendoswitch

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The flowers had this magnificent pale blue color to them, the sun hitting them just at the right angle and the sage leaves accented the stem, the weight of the beautiful petals making the stem slightly wilt downwards .

this piqued armins interest, so much so that he walked towards them , feet trudding against the soft sand. As he comes close the overwhelming smell of coconut with a hint of sea saltseasalt overwhelmes his senses, his nose srunching up in question, the scent resembling of clean linen,a quite odd observation , even more so for a flower .

Just as he reaches to pick the flower up, the sun all of the sudden blazes furiously, the rays bouncing everywhere and blinding armin, now groaning as he squirms in abrupt discomfort. His feet dig at the sand … or what was the sand… the feeling of plush fabric instead meeting his skin, surrounding his body in comfort and warmth.

Snuggling further into this random source of heat, the sudden realization hits him. His eyes open the tiniest bit and he stops for a moment … this isnt the beach… in fact he’s laying on a bed… an unknown bed

At this his body jolts upward and armin frantically looks around his surroundings, the white pillows and the grey blanket not correlating in his mind as his. ‘This isnt my room’ the panic quickly sets in, quickly throwing the blanket aside and standing up abruptly which proves to be a grave mistake as a headache and the urge to vomit surges up his throat.

He clutches his stomach as he runs to the bathroom ,quickly kneeling over the toilet, emptying the contents of his stomach, the acidity already making his throat burn angrily. The sound of quick footsteps echo the walls and he goes to turn his head towards the door when the second round of bile threatens to escape his throat.

His ingers clutch the toilet ,violently puking when a second presence is felt . armin feels someone kneel next to him and gently rub at his back

“Its okay , its okay ,let it all out “ you push his bangs away from his face while the other hand rubs at his back . armin lifts his head up ,groaning as he moves away from the toilet feeling his head throb way too violently.

You hand him the cup of water and pain killer you set down when you entered the bathroom

“Here take this, dont move too much . your head is most likely killing you” he takes the items and pops the pill in his mouth quickly downing it with the water. When he sets the cup down he looks at you ,eyes squinting, clearly confused

“Where am i ?”

You chuckle lightly, standing up and lean against the counter “you dont remember anything do you huh?” the boy sitting on the floor thinking ...

Suddenly armin visibly stiffens, his cheeks flushing “uh w-ww di-idnt do i-it ,rig-ght?” his eyes all of the sudden finding great interest on the floor tiles .

You give him a light smile and laugh even louder this time “no, no we didnt ,dont worry about that. Here cmon” you reach out a hand to lift him up off the floor

He takes your hand sheepishly ,shoulders relaxing in relief, his red cheeks calming down “ then what happened? Why am i here ?” he asks following you out of the bathroom and into the room.

You cringe at the events that happened the previous night and you wonder if you should tell him everything. You head over to your drawers and open them, turning your back to the stumbling boy “well you got extremely wasted and this creep saw that you were alone and he tried messing with you but i took care of it”

your hands clench harshly at the shirt you were holding thinking about the old fuck. God humans can be pieces of shit

“Oh.” armins bit his lip and he desperately tried to remember exactly what happened , your answer being quite vague , but this did nothing but make his head throb once again . wincing in pain he goes to lifts his hand up to hold his head when he notices the bandages around his wrists ‘what happened ?did i get injured ?’

After picking out what you needed , you turned to face him and you catch his line of sight , looking at his wrists . as if you heard what his thoughts you say “ the perv was being really aggressive towards you and he injured you quite badly but i brought you up to my apartment and fixed you up a bit “giving him a warm smile you hold out the clothes you had previously searched for

“ here , take this and clean your self up a bit then i can take you home, yeah ? you got a little bit of a stain forming on you “ you chuckle, head nodding towards the vomit on the shirt before walking out ,leaving him in the room alone

His eyes widen at your comment immediately rushing to the bathroom and sure enough his vomit is all over the shirt , the mirror reminding him of his earlier commotion . armin sighs in embarrassment ,blue eyes scanning his appearance, finally now knowing how much of a hot mess he looks like . he notices another bandage on his face, his cheek specifically , a bit of blood staining the white bandage along with another few scratches all over his face.

His finger traces around his facial injuries ‘wow, what exaclty happened last night ?’

He shakes his head , not wanting his head to pound again, instead just focusing his attention on the shirt you gave him noticing that it looks similar to the dirty one he is wearing currently.

‘Oh god …..dont tell me …. Im wearing her clothes ‘ the realization hits him and his ears turn an angry shade of red. ‘God how much more of a burden can he be to you ?’ he groans before closing the bathroom door

…

As soon as you close the door , your eyes land on a very dishevled eren leaving his room , hand shielding his squinting eyes away from the harsh sunlight “what happened ? i heard what sounded like someone vomiting” his morning voice rasping out, following you to the kitchen and sitting down on the kitchen bar stool

“Oh he woke up and well... , you know how hangovers are like “ you open the fridge , scanning the interior “wait why is the fridge empty ? i thought i told you it was your turn to go grocery shopping this time ? what happened ? “ you frown turning towards him, crossing your arms

Eren only yawns and stretches his body, not seeming to mind that you were glaring holes at him “dont you remember ? i couldnt go so you said we’d go together after we ate something yesterday but then you got too caught up fighting someone if i recall correctly ” he confidently said, fingers tapping at his chin , eyes meeting yours, glaring back.

You sigh giving up “ ahh yeah i remember now….” you take a quick glance around the kitchen and see nothing of nutritional value “ the hell are we going to eat then ? and why didnt you clean up the medical supplies from last night ?” you badger him looking at the medical supplies messily strewn all over the counter

Eren scrunches his face , hand running through his bedhair, still groggy from just waking up a few minutes ago “ we can always just doordash something” he picks up the bottle of rubbing alcohol remebering how you carried armin into the apartment when he passed out and set him on the couch leaving eren to tend to his wounds.

*

Just as armin was falling , passing out after just vomiting all over you , you quickly grab at his waist and preventing him from hitting his head on the floor . the stench of the vomit was awfully intense and you scrunch your nose trying to stop the smell from affecting you “ can you be any faster over there ? you tease seeing him struggle with the keys , his fumbling being weirdly endearing somehow

“Im trying , im trying. I swear this cold is messing me up or something “ he puffs out now fumbling with inserting the key right . you roll your eyes upon seeing this , giving a light chuckle before reaching a hand underneath the blonde boys legs and bringing them towards your chest, effectively lifting him up bridal style.

You walk into the apartment and set the boy softly onto the couch before looking down to the mess that your clothes are in , heading towards the bathroom “ hey eren could you patch him up for me ? i have to clean myself up before he’s not the only one with body fluids all over the floor.” you smirk

Eren scoffs “dont you go throwing up on me , you hear ? i just mopped the floors yesterday and im sure as hell not letting you mess my hard work up “ he hears your distant laugh down the hallway , before the sound of boots fade, leaving him alone with the boy

Eren looks at the boy slowly sliding down on the couch and ultimately sighs before going to the cabinet where all the medical supplies are stored. He opens it while lowly muttering “just cause my dad was a doctor and he taught me a few things doesnt mean i have to tend to everyones wounds “

Grabbing a few bandages and bandaids, and rubbing alcohol, he grabs a stool and places it in front of the boy. ‘Your injuries shouldnt be that bad ‘ he thinks before he lifts the boy and positions him upright. Immediately the sight of scarce blood and vomit greets erens eyes . eren winces in slight sympathy and disgust before he wipes armins face clean with the cloth he has in hand and disinfecting the wounds next

The rubbing alcohol stirred a reaction out of the blonde boy seeing as he squirmed in discomfort , the position he was put in faltering, falling into the nearest thing, which so happened to be erens chest, more specifically his neck

Eren was flustered ,not knowing what to do he freezes , his ears turning red upon feeling the shallow breath of the boy on, his sensitive neck . Eren looks down and he admires the peaceful features on the petite boy .’he looks so peaceful, pretty even ‘ eren stares for a bit before he snaps out of it and pushes the boy off his chest , tending to his wounds , doing what he first came to do.

*

“ i left the supplies out because i knew i would have to tend to your wounds too “ he gets up , walking to the other side of the bar, heading where you are

You squint your eyes in visible confusion “ my wounds ? what are you talking about ?” he scoffs rolling his eyes, “dont play dumb with me , you beat up someone to a bloody pulp and dont expect any damage to your hands, more specifically your damn knuckles ? “

He reaches down, grabbing your hand and lifting them up as to make a point “look at this “ you look down towards your hand and the sight of multi colored bruises,blood and even some open skin greets you.

“ you didnt let me tend to them yesterday so let me do it now “ you meet eyes and his are practically pleading you, but before you get to open your mouth to say anything, you hear rustling and you look behind eren to see what it is .

Armin is awkwardly standing there in the living room, the clean shirt you gave him reaching his knees , and the sweatpants a bit too baggy . you have to physically stop yourself from cooing , the sight being way too adorable for you to handle this early in the morning

Eren senses his presence as well , turning around , both of you guys forgetting about your previous conversation . you clear your throat, sensing some sort of tension in the room “ hey youre finally out ! i was going to make you something to eat but turns out the fridge is empty “ you rub your neck sheepishly , making a mental note to go grocery shopping asap .

Armins eyes widen at this , his hands extending and quickly shaking “ oh no no , please you dont have to, i dont want to be more of a bother than i already am ,” he shyly looks down at the floor , swinging his body , slightly nervous

You smile seeing his cute habit of not making eye contact, fetching your car keys off the wall “ well i bet youre missing your home right ? i can drive you home now if you want “ you also grab the plastic bag off the floor by the corridor

Armin seems to stiffen again , eren now chuckling , his hands stuffed in his sweatpants , noticing how the blonde boy seems way to nervous around you guys . armin looks at eren momentarily before he looks at the floor again ‘ how the hell do you guys look so good this early in the morning ‘ he thinks ‘ meanwhile here he is looking all messed up ‘

“I actually dont live too far away, i can walk home by myself “ armin lies straight out of his teeth , clearly not doing it well judging by the look of your face . youre not convinced seeing as the whole reason why he’s here in the first place was because he was wandering alone.

“ id feel much better knowing that someone is walking you home , i dont want a repeat of what happened yesterday .” you bite your lip, now staring more intensely at the boy in front of you

Armin mentally groans ‘ damn you and your kindness, why cant you get the hint that he doesnt want to hassle you any longer ?’

“Well um … “ he pauses, intensely thinking of a solution that doesnt involve him burdening you guys any further when he hears some shuffling and then someone handing a phone to him. Armin looks up and green eyes stare back at him

“Do you have anyone you can call ? a friend maybe to come pick you up ? “ eren suggests , reading right through the boy

“ o-oh y-yes i do umm thank you , for your phone i mean “ armin scrambles to take the phone and calls his roommate , knowing for sure she is freaking out about his whereabouts

He hands the phone back to eren and shuffles his feet “ luckily she is around the area and can pick me up in 5 minutes , i can wait outside …” you ponder for a second at this suggestions , before ultimately nodding

“Yeah sounds like a solid plan , okay , here take this bag before you head out “ you hand it over and armin looks at you and tilts his head slightly “ its your clothes from last night , i washed them and folded them , oh and your bag is also inside “ you explain while he peeks at the contents inside grief striking his face

‘How much exaclty did you do for him , he’s the worst guest ever in history , throwing up all over your bathroom ‘ he cringes at the thought. He's definitely gonna think about this experience at night,when he reminisces about all the embarrassing moments he's had in his lifetime

“Thank you guys so much for all youve done , i really do appreciate it “ armin rubs at his nape laughing out softly “ well i should get going “ he goes to the entrance, hand on the knob

“Yeah absolutely no problem , take care pretty boy ! “ you say waving , smiling brightly when you see his cheeks flush once more , eren just nodding goodbye . he waves a small goodbye before leaving , closing the door gently . sighing in relief when he got out.

Armin walks out into the street and sure enough there is his roommate , waiting and the look on her face looks not so pleasantly happy .he knows what is going to happen. he opens the car door ready to hear her badgering soon enough

“Look , mikasa , i can ex-” not so shortly as he begins his sentence, she yells out

“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOUVE BEEN ? DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED SICK I WAS WHEN YOU DIDNT PICK UP MY MANY PHONE CALLS ? ARE THOSE BANDAGES IM SEEING? “ armin winced at her reprimations, slowly sinking further into the passenger seat as she kept rambling, knowing that he has to face her wrath for the whole drive home .

he still has no clue as to what exactly happened last night, the only thing he can do is hope his memories would come back soon and clear up his many questions

[machinegunbun]

Hi, can you finish that blurb? Just curious

ok ok hold your death threats everyone :)

tw:smut, obviously. throwing up and Painal too ig, but also if you saw the first part of this blurb Colson mentions “making sure it hurts.” so we’re going by implied consent in this one. Some shit may be a little morally eh (as pimping your girlfriend out to your best friend goes) but its all in the name of smut so if youre not into it then just pretend it didnt happen? If that makes sense?  okay have fun drink water

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shutting the door behind him, you hear a faint click as he twists the lock. Your eyes go wide as you look up at him from your place on the bed, mouth propped slightly open by the shiny red ball. 

Rooks hand is already massaging his hard cock through his jeans as he admires the sight infront of him, his free hand coming up to brush a piece of hair from your face. 

You just can’t help but look, your eyes trailing down to where his hand is stroking himself through the rough confines of his jeans

Flipping you on all fours. He doesnt bother to take off your skirt, opting to flip it up and out the way. You feel the tip of his dick against your entrance, a small pain as he tries to push himself in your tight hole and the shaft of his cock as it slips. 

After a few attempts he gives in with a sigh, his thumb slipping into your ass, bending it when he reaches the hilt. A moan comes from your throat at the new and slightly intrusive feeling.

It took him putting two fingers in your tight hole, switching from his thumb to pointer and middle finger and pumping in and out for a few minutes each before he managed to fit himself inside you. 

It hurt, but in a good way. You could feel him stretching you as he pumped in and out, but you liked knowing you were making him feel good at your own expense. Plus, the noises coming from him only worked to make you wetter. Laying down a bit so your back was arched, you reach under your body and play with your clit, moaning at the release of tension that had built in the bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, has Colson ever had your ass before?” He asks, a blush coming over your face. You go to respond verbally, quickly reminded of your current handicap. You shake your head, made slightly difficult by the grip Rook had on your hair. Groaning at your response, his thrusts increase in pace, along with your whimpers, your pleas quickly silenced by the shiny red ball in your mouth.

“Tell me how much it hurts.” He demands, removing the gag from your mouth and sliding it down to your neck, using it like a leash to pull you back towards him.

“Fuck,” you gag, getting used to the feeling of your newly empty mouth “It hurts. I can feel you stretching me.” Whimpering as you make eye contact with him, his eyes full of lost as they trail down your body, grip on the gag wrapped around your neck tight as his gaze lands on your fingers playing with your clit.

“Oh, but you like it? Colson’s right, you are a dirty little slut, and you’re getting exactly what you deserve.” He hums, whispering in your ear “You know, I actually felt bad for a minute, punishing your tight little asshole, but the whole time you were getting off on it. You slut” his tone so accusatory as he releases his hold on your gag, letting you fall to the bed.

“Do you think Colson would be mad if he knew I played in your tight little hole before he got the chance? That I fucked you in your tight little asshole and you liked it. That you’re such a horny little slut you’d let me go against his wishes.” Rook moans, placing a harsh smack to your ass while he relentlessly pounds away, his middle and pointer finger hooking into your mouth and pulling back.

“He’d kill us.” He groans, his pace quickening as he chases his orgasm “M’not gonna cum in you.” he hums, choking on his words “M’not gonna cum in your ass, okay? Colson will never know. And you’re not gonna tell him, yeah? Just gonna be our little secret.” He whispers, hot breath fanning over your neck as he moves a piece of hair from your face

“Ride me.” He says, breathless and laying back in bed, his hard member standing straight. You’re ontop of him, facing the door when you feel his hand come across your ass once more.

Reaching back, you wrap your hand around his hard cock, watching as he admires your body, his hand coming up to squeeze your breast. Lining him up with your hole, you sink down slowly, a small whimper falling from your lips. Rook groans at both the feeling and your reaction to taking him in your ass, your hips lightly bouncing against him. His gaze locked on your tight asshole taking him, the way it squeezes around his cock, the way you whine everytime you take all of him.

Rooks hands come up to grip your hips, pushing and pulling you to maintain the pace, forcing you to take him again and again and again. Soon his heels are digging into the bed and he’s thrusting inside you, eager to reach his high.

“Fuck, m’gonna cum. Get off me.” He says, not strong enough to pull out himself. You gladly do as he says, slowly turning around to face him, your asshole empty and burning, completely used. You relished in the feeling, knowing that you’d have to deal with it long after he’d came. 

The thought that he had just used your asshole and didn’t even bother to cum, causing you so much pain only to pull out at the last second. Fuck, was it hot. You were completely his and there was nothing you could do about it. He could do whatever he wanted to you and you weren’t allowed to object. His toy, his fuck thing, whatever he needed to reach his high. You could cry and beg for Colson, but it didn’t matter, he wouldn’t stop until he was done with you.

Rook took a moment to catch his breath, his abs lifting up and down as he attempts to slow his heart rate.

“Get on the floor.” He says simply, breaking the silence. Doing as your told, you feel your knees hit the carpeted floor, glancing up at him for further direction.

“By the wall.” He says. You crawl over slowly, your knees dragging against the floor as you make your way. Standing on your knees, you let your back rest against the wall, staring intently as he makes his way over to you.

He pulls your arms up over your head, ripping the shirt from your body and tangling his fingers in your hair, pulling back so you’re looking up at him, watching as he strokes his cock. Pushing down on at the base, he rubs his tip across your tongue before pushing all the way in. He falls into pace quickly, throat fucking you, gagging as you feel him hit the back of your throat with nowhere to go, trapped between the wall and his hips. 

Your head bumps lightly against the wall as he thrusts into your throat. You try your best not to gag, but his thrusts are relentless. You try to warn him by tapping on his leg, but he’s too lost in his own pleasure to notice. It’s not until you have an especially loud gag that he realizes what’s happening, a smirk coming across his face as he continues his actions.

“Is that too much? Are you having trouble breathing. Huh? can’t hear you through all that gagging. Lemme see, are you touching yourself again, slut?”

It’s not long before you feel something start to come up your throat. You can’t tell if Rooks actions are purposeful or not, so once again you try to warn him

“Are you gonna throw up on my dick? Good.” he hums in response, pulling a trashcan over quickly. You bend over it, throwing up in to the plastic bag within.

“Keep fucking going.” He says, pulling you back into place, sliding back down your throat. You continue to suck his dick, shakily. The burning in your asshole from being stretched and the burning from your throat starting to take a toll on you. 

Just when you think maybe you can’t do it anymore you feel him spurting down your throat, swallowing his load hastily. Rook remains full submerged in your mouth for a moment before pulling out, his head hung back in pleasure.

“Oh shit, are you okay?” He asks, laughing a bit, his hand coming down to support your chin. The action was soft and sweet in complete contrast to the last thirty minutes.

“Yeah, im good.” You squeak

“Awh, let me go get you some water. Poor thing.” He says, throwing on a pair of pants and making his way to the kitchen. Colson must’ve seen him leave, because he made his way into the room, his eyes falling on the bed first, eyebrows furrowing when he saw you weren’t there. His eyes begin to scan the room, eventually landing on you.

“Oh, hey.” He greets softly, making his way over to you “what are you doing over here? Did you throw up?”

“Rooks a fucking freak.” You reply, wiping your mouth. Colson snorts softly at this, picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom. The bath was already all set up for you, bubbles and all. 

“Clean up real quick and then we can cuddle.” He says, placing a kiss on your cheek as he allows you to stand on your own “Need any help?”

“No, thank you.” You reply, climbing into the bath.

Eventually, you were out and dry, wrapped up in blankets next to Colson while he rubbed your back, Rook sitting at the end of the bed.

“Wait, so what all did ya’ll do.” He asks, straining his neck a bit to look over at you.

“I dunno,” you blush, burying your face in his shoulder “we fucked.” Both of the boys laugh softly

“Yeah we just like- Fucked,” Rook laughs again as he explains “she blew me for a little bit.”

“That’s it? She just, like, blew you?”

“Nah, I mean, we did anal at first.” Rook admits, Colson’s jaw dropping in shock as he looks over at you.

“You didn’t tell me you were into that.” He says softly, pouting. You glance down at Rook, who’s rubbing his eye “I’m not mad, I just didn’t know it was something you’d be into.”

“That’s okay, now that he knows he’ll be sure to use that information to his advantage.” Rook adds, smirking.

“Yeah, exactly.” Colson laughs, booping you on the nose and taking a moment to look at you before placing a kiss there aswell. 

“Alright I’ll leave you guys to that, i’m tired.” Rook says, yawning and stretching as he stands up.

“Really? It’s only 12Am, you never go to bed this early.” You say, glancing over at the digital clock next to you and colson’s shared bed.

“What can I say, you tired me out.” He winks, getting hit in the back of the head with a pillow as he goes to leave.

“Hey, watch it.” Colson jokes, “and give us our pillow back, please.” He continues, mumbling the last part.

~*~taglist~*~

@kidtheekid @cclynn88 @lonerlee @friedwangsss @rumoured-whispers @nichmeddar @sunflowerbebe107

[honeytae]

could i request something fluffy with joon like an ice cream date and when the reader orders mint chocolate chip namjoon just doesnt shut up about it lol

Are you telling me I have to choose between you and mint choco?

okay so i absolutely loved this idea lmao. i’m sorry it took a while for me to get this posted, but i really hope you like this, anon!! here we have a grumpy tired joon in the studio so the reader takes him out for a little break and..you know the rest :) thank you for sending me this adorable scenario <3

tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy

genre: fluff

word count: 2.1k

“Ugh, no.”

At Namjoon’s sudden groan, you glanced over from the opposite side of the studio as he tapped the pad of his pointer finger around the mouse, rapidly moving things around on the monitor in front of him.

Frowning, you placed your phone down onto the coffee table, pushing yourself off the loveseat you’d been reclining on to investigate.

Fingers plucking at your shirt to readjust it from where it had shifted around in your position, you walked across the room to where the man sat, sneaking up behind him to drape your arms over his shoulders.

“What’s going on?” You asked as you folded your fingers over his arm, appendages soothingly rubbing at his bicep as he let out a deep sigh.

You felt Namjoon’s shoulders ease even just the slightest at your touch, tension draining from the muscles as you set your chin atop his head to peer at his computer screen.

“I just don’t know why I can’t make this chorus work.” He sighed, and your heart twisted at his saddened tone.

He sounded genuinely disappointed in himself, something you despised and wanted to wash away immediately.

“You’ll make it work, Joonie. I know you will.” You pressed a kiss to the side of his head, the man letting out another breath as he dejectedly sunk back into his mesh chair.

Feeling the need to step in, you guided his hands off the desk and away from the monitor, smoothing over his long appendages with tender circles of your own.

“I think you need a little break.” You proposed, the man grunting a bit in protest before huffing a breath out past his lips, letting you rub at his stiffened shoulder with a stretch of his neck to give you easier access to the sore spot.

“Hey,” you spoke softly, “you deserve a break. You up for a drive?” You offered, the man shaking his head, palm placing itself onto the back of your hand as he soothed his fingers over your skin graciously.

“I’d love to babe, but I can’t.” He frowned, an expression visible to you by the reflection of his face in the fading computer screen in front of him.

“How about a walk?” You offered, adding when you sensed his hesitation, “Just fifteen minutes?”

You could see him internally debating his options before he seemed to pull the plug, nodding slowly before he began inching his chair back from the desk.

Cheering internally, you walked over to grab his coat from where he’d slung it over the back of the couch upon his arrival hours ago, offering it to him with a smile as he thanked you.

While it always took a bit of persuasion to get Namjoon out during his funks, you had learned over your time with him that he would eventually cave; although a bit stubborn, deep down he knew he needed a break from continuously racking his brain for all the right words.

And it always helped; a little bit of fresh air and non-work related conversation went a long way, his head typically clearing up within a half hour so that he could head back to his desk with fresh ideas.

“Oh, it stopped raining.”

Those were the first words out of his mouth as you both exited the building, peering up at the hazy clouds, eyes squinted at the sun appearing from behind them.

“Did that ruin your romantic fantasy of kissing me in the rain?” You flirted, alluding to the slightly disappointed tone in his voice, the man biting down on his bottom lip to contain his shy smile before he shook his head, turning toward you to pull you into his chest.

“I don’t need rain to kiss you.” He laughed, cradling your jaw in his palm as he brought his lips down to yours, tilting his head to deepen the action only slightly before pulling back with a dimpled grin.

“Romantic enough for you?” He raised his eyebrows, quiet laugh escaping his mouth when you only pulled him back for more.

Leaving chaste kisses on your bottom and top lip, butterflies erupted in your chest when he slid his palm against yours, locking his fingers around your hand as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“Yeah.” You exhaled, Namjoon chuckling quietly at your sudden flustered demeanor, smiling fondly as he watched you try to regain control of yourself with a clearing of your throat, nodding your head toward the direction of the sidewalk as you gently tugged him along beside you.

You easily recovered from the moment of weakness, confidently leading him down the street with soft hums escaping your throat as his fingers gripped yours.

He couldn’t help the smile that spread on his face when he noticed the tune of what you were singing; it was the song he’d been working on all day, bits and pieces most likely leaking out of his headphones as he worked only a few feet from you.

Smiling down at your joint hands swinging between your bodies, the sounds surrounding you completely disappeared, only your boyfriend’s soft yet sturdy hold on your appendages registering in your brain. It was just so him.

“Is that an ice cream booth?” He suddenly asked, squinting at a small sign in the distance as you lifted your head, effectively snapped out of your daze as you giggled at him.

Pulling Namjoon by his hand, you took initiative and led the way to the little ice cream shop, the man clumsily stumbling after you with a wide grin.

Wrapping an arm around your waist as you paused to stand in the back of the line, Namjoon set his chin on your head, swaying you side to side absentmindedly as his eyes scanned the list of flavors available.

“What are you getting, babe?” He asked, you humming in response with a slight shrug.

“I’m not sure yet. What are you getting?” You set your head down onto his shoulder to peer up at his face, eyes tracing his features as he blinked at the blackboard menu straight ahead of him.

“Rocky road, I think.” He answered, seemingly debating it in his head for a moment before nodding to himself, satisfied with his decision as he stepped forward to bring you both to the front of the line.

“Good afternoon, what can I get for you guys today?” The man in the vendor smiled, Namjoon giving his order with a polite nod before the man turned his attention to you.

“And what can I get for you?” He smiled kindly, causing you to step forward a bit to see the choices.

“Um,” you squinted at the menu, looking back at the man with a small grin, “mint choco, please.”

Shifting your gaze back to your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but laugh out loud at his expression, eyes widened and mouth agape in shock.

You had heard him debating his friends on mint chocolate before, expressing his open hatred for the flavor with a passion. And you’d always managed to keep quiet, only sitting back and listening with an amused smile on your face as they bantered back and forth about the topic.

But how could you not take the opportunity to mess with him when it was presented in scribbled green chalk right in front of you?

After all, you never saw a problem with mint chocolate anything. And the look on his face was fucking priceless.

The man continued staring at you in disbelief as you doubled over in front of him, clutching your sides as you wheezed at his face of genuine betrayal at the mere thought of you ordering his least favorite ice cream flavor.

“Wha- how could you?” He asked, smile lifting his lips a tad as you broke out in more giggles at his question.

“It’s good, baby.” You finally caught your breath enough to say, defending your choice as the man shot you another look of disapproval, his eyes widening further at your words.

“It’s good? It’s practically toothpaste!” He said, exasperated as he watched the man come back up to the counter with a rocky road cone in one hand, a green mint chocolate chip one in the other.

Thanking him, you took both of them in your hands, handing your boyfriend’s order over to him with a sly grin.

Walking out of the shop, you nearly snorted at the look on Namjoon’s face as you raised the cone to your mouth, his grimace evitable even from the obscured sight of him from the corner of your eye.

“Mm,” you hummed upon the ice cream meeting your tastebuds, Namjoon rolling his eyes at your exaggerated reaction with a sigh as he paused his steps and lowered himself down onto the bench beside the sidewalk.

“I cannot believe you dragged me out of the studio just to betray me like this.” He sighed, making you laugh again as you settled down beside him, easily melting into his embrace when his arm habitually fell around your shoulders.

“You like me.” You poked and prodded at his chest with your pointer finger along with the childish words, watching your boyfriend’s lips twitch a bit before he regained composure.

“I don’t know, babe. This might be a dealbreaker.” He teased, you humming in response as you licked at the pastel green ice cream once again, Namjoon pulling a scowl as he watched.

“Are you telling me I have to choose between you and mint choco?” You asked after swallowing the sweet cream, chewing on the small chocolate chip left on your tongue.

“I’m telling you that I’m very content in my rocky road bubble over here.” He smirked, raising his chocolate cone in front of his face for emphasis before glancing down at you.

“Good for you. I’m very content in my mint choco bubble, so take that.” You shot back, an amused grin on Namjoon’s face at the banter before he shook his head.

“I cannot believe you’re on that side of this argument.” He sighed, eyebrows pulled together as he watched your tongue swipe at the scoop of ice cream yet again.

“I like being on my side, personally.” You sassily shrugged a shoulder, smirking as your boyfriend scoffed at your smugness.

“The wrong side.” He muttered under his breath, chuckling when you jokingly widened your eyes at him. His dark eyes held contact with your own as a smile slowly filled his cheeks, causing your expression to do the same at the infectious dimples appearing by his mouth.

Squinting at him, you tried to place the source of his sudden change in demeanor, wiping at your lips with the back of your hand for any misplaced chocolate before pulling it away from your face to inspect your skin, clean of any chocolate chip remnants.

“What?” You questioned him, the man chuckling a breath out through his nose as he swept a piece of hair that had been moved out of place by the wind back behind your ear.

“I just can’t believe your one flaw is liking mint choco.” He responded to your confusion, smile widening when you laughed at his words.

“Yeah, and yours is being a mint choco hater.” You joked, your shoe scuffing against the cement as you kicked your foot out in front of you.

He chuckled in response, bringing the softening ice cream cone back up to his mouth again. When he pulled it away, you noticed a dark spot of chocolate gathered at the corner of his lip.

Giggling slightly at the sight, you brought your thumb up to swipe at his skin, the man’s eyes locking with your own as your hand fell back to your lap. The world around you seemed to fade away completely as you began leaning into each other, you throwing caution to the wind by pulling him in by the chin to meet his lips.

It didn’t seem to matter that your mouth definitely tasted like the mint chocolate ice cream you’d been licking at only moments before, Namjoon’s tongue swiping across your bottom lip as if you didn’t taste like something he wholeheartedly despised - or at least claimed to.

You smirked against him as his hand came up to secure the back of your head so that you couldn’t pull away, deepening the kiss with a push of his tongue into your mouth, pulling back to grin at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I thought mint choco was a dealbreaker, Joonie.” You said, tone smug as you watched the man lift his own ice cream cone to his mouth, effectively hiding his shy grin as he tongued at the chocolate swirls.

“For you, I may be willing to see past it.”

[feliix]

in his arms ↠ hhj (18+)

↠ Hyunjin x Reader 

↠ Genre: Established Relationship!AU, Smut Fluff, Angst if you squint 

↠ Rating: M 

↠ Word Count: 5.3k

↠ Summary: The average Netflix & chill night is just not doing it for you anymore. After conducting some research and gaining the confidence you needed, it’s finally time to suggest the idea of having sex to your boyfriend.

↠ Warnings: explicit sexual content, soft sex, unprotected sex, first time sex, virgin sex, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), fingering, nipple play, creampie, praise, aftercare?

↠ A/N:  @moonlightlino​ this is for you for being the best support system a girl could ask for, I literally would not have been able to write or post this without you AH I love you♡ and thank you to @jinterlude​ for beta reading this♡

It’s only been a few months since Hyunjin asked you to be his girlfriend. Needless to say, things between you have been a bit slow. Not that there was anything wrong with that, you loved getting to spend time with Hyunjin. Any time you get to spend together is greatly appreciated, but at this point you want more.

To put things into perspective, you are a virgin. And you know for sure that Hyunjin is not, making it difficult for either of you to bring up in conversation. He cares for you deeply, wanting to make sure that your first time is ‘perfect’ or something.

It’s not like you haven't tried to bring it up before. When make out sessions got a little too heated, Hyunjin would back away, wanting to take a break and ruining any shot you had to go further.

But by this point you are too exhausted from trying to suggest the desired deed, exhausting all options and being dodged each time. You aren’t sure if he’s doing it on purpose, or if he’s just really bad at getting the hint.

Taking it upon yourself, you decide to conduct some research of your own. If anything, you don’t want to embarrass yourself during your first time. You know that Hyunjin is experienced, and no, that’s not something that you’ve ever held against him. You're just a later bloomer than he is, and there's nothing wrong with that. What matters is that you’re ready now, you’re in love with him and you’re ready to take your relationship to the next level.

“So I’ve been thinking,” you begin, hands placed gently on your lap as your eyes meet his.

“Thinking about?” He questions, raising a brow in your direction as you nervously chew your lip.

“I think,” your shoulders tense, taking a deep breath and closing your eyes to get some composure, “I think that we should have sex.”

The statement is blunt, catching Hyunjin completely off guard that he nearly chokes on the air he breathes. Not giving him much of a chance to calm down from his coughing fit you speak up again, not able to bear the awkward tension.

“I’ve been doing some research and-”

“You’ve what?” His voice stammers out as he suppresses another cough from leaving his throat, his cheeks puffed out in an attempt to hold it back, “Research on what?”

Noticing the palms of your hands are quickly becoming clammy, you drag them across the fabric of your jeans, doing your best to coax yourself into relaxing instead of dwelling on how unbelievably awkward this conversation is.

“I’ve just been looking up some stuff online about how to like… I don’t know.”

Hands quickly covering your eyes, you sink into yourself. Maybe this isn’t something that you should have brought up. The internet has some mixed reviews, some saying to let it happen naturally while others say to make a plan. You’ve always been more of the spontaneous type, but alas, here you are, making a plan.

Hyunjin doesn’t interrupt you, but simply  waits for you to finish what you have to say. It's painful. Having him just sit there with his brows furrowed while your face heats up with nerves.

“I just wanted to make sure I knew what I was doing when we...I mean if we...you know.”

It’s beyond impossible to make eye contact with him now, especially when he knows exactly what you mean now. There isn’t anything else that you have to say. But thank god he doesnt let an awkward silence take over, quickly jumping to take your hands in his before speaking up.

“Y/N,” his soft voice instantly brings you comfort, his thumb stroking over your hand to ease your anxiety, “there's nothing you have to be worried about, I love you. You know that?”

A nod is all that you can manage in response, doing your best to just focus on your breathing before getting yourself all worked up. There is nothing to be worried about. It’s Hyunjin, he knows you better than anyone else and would never want to make you uncomfortable.

“We don’t have to do anything that you’re not comfortable with, baby. We don’t have to have sex if you’re not ready–”

“I am,” you’re quick to interrupt him, not wanting him to ramble on anymore. The nerves that once consumed you are now gone, your body props up straight as you make eye contact with him now. Confidence is key, and if you don’t show him you’re sure about this you know there’s no way he’d go through with it.

A gentle hand tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, exposing your supple cheek to him before placing a soft kiss on it. He’s being extra gentle today – taking his time to let you think about each of his movements and words before he moves forward. There’s nothing he wants more than to make sure that you’re comfortable.

Hyunjin waits a few moments, relishing in your gaze before his fingers take place on your hips, pulling you closer to him until you’re adjusting yourself on his lap. Nothing so far has been anything new, just his newfound calamity and regard for your comfort. His eyes wander between your forehead, eyes, and lips, visually confirming that you’re showing no signs of discomfort.

Sighing in acknowledgement, you rest your head on his shoulder, the earthy smell of his cologne consuming your senses as your nose brushes against his neck.

Hyunjin shivers in reaction; his neck is one of his most sensitive areas – something you figured out quite quickly. He finches each time your fingers brush his neck, whether it's accidental or on purpose, Hyunjin always gets a chill from it.

Rubbing your back soothingly, his hands gently roam to the swell of your ass, giving it a subtle squeeze. It's not something that you expect, your back stiffening in reaction as your head snaps up to him wide eyes. He’s not normally this cheeky with you, but as things are you can tell that this is a good sign. The smirk on his face says it all.

Hyunjin moves in slowly, his lips meeting yours with pure desire while your heart pounds against your chest. A gasp leaves your mouth when his lips start to move gently against yours, his tongue tenderly brushing across your bottom lip as he notices the part in your lips. The kisses he gives you are delicate, so faint and sweet to show you how careful he’s being with you. It's something you appreciate, smiling into the kiss as you begin to lose yourself in the thought of him.

Pulling away for a breather, his warm breath fans across your face. You take this opportunity to open your eyes to glance at his expression, but you can’t see much as he rests his forehead against yours. The look in his eyes was endearing yet filled with lust; it's unclear if he’s holding himself back for not. But he’s being extremely cautious, more so than usual.

“I want you, Hyunjin,” your whisper lands on his lips, your thighs unconsciously pushing together to ease the growing throb of your core. In an instant Hyunjin is adjusting himself beside you, his hips shifting backwards slightly as his thighs tense.  A hand is placed on your thigh, tugging you in his direction to shift yourself onto his lap. That's when you can feel it – his hard erection pushing up against your clothed core.

“Y/N,” your name sounds breathtaking as it leaves his lips, “I want to know that you’re sure about this.”

He doesn’t give you much time to respond, cutting you off in the nicest way possible as his mouth brushes lightly against yours. You pull away slowly though, savoring every moment of this build up that you can. You are sure, you’ve never been so sure about something in your life. It’s Hyunjin, it always has been.

Nodding your head in agreement, your peak up at him through your eyelashes. “I’m sure, Hyunjin.” Your voice sounds so innocent, a stark contrast to the filthy things that are racing through your mind.

Hyunjin’s eyes are looking at you like you’re holding his entire world in your fingertips, doting on your every feature. To him, you’re perfect, and he can’t help but want you in this moment, accepting that now is finally the right moment to kick things up a notch.

In one swift motion Hyunjin is placing an arm under your knees, the other stretching to support your back when he sweeps you off the couch. You follow his movements accordingly, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold yourself against him. As your head falls into his chest you take a deep breath, the comforting smell of his cologne consuming you once again. You aren’t nervous, he’s your safe-haven – his arms holding you tightly as his smell calms your nerves.

As he makes his way into the bedroom he lies down carefully on the mattress, resting your head on the massive heap of throw pillows it's decorated with. His stare is wandering your body, eyes raking up and down your figure in disbelief. It's not like he hasn’t thought of you this way before – but this time it's for real.

Shifting awkwardly in your place, you curl your lips into an apprehensive smile and tilt your head to the side, hoping that he’ll say something to ease the awkward energy beginning to fill the room.

“I’m sorry I would have made this like...better if I knew you wanted to do this tonight,” a defeated sigh leaves his lips as his hand reaches for the back of his neck. His fingers graze the skin, scratching it lightly and pushing his head forward to avoid eye contact. So much for easing the awkward tension.

“Better?”

Hyunjin had always planned on making your first time special, probably more than you would have realized. He wanted all of that stereotypical romantic stuff. Taking you out to a nice dinner, lining the hall with candles, having mood music playing in the background, he wanted it all. But you caught him off guard, which was okay. It's much more natural for things to happen like this; but he can't help but think about how he could have made your first time just a little bit more special.

“Yeah like, something more romantic, I guess.”

The disappointed look on his face makes your stomach twist. He’s always so hard on himself to be the best for you, when one thing doesn’t go his way he takes it to heart. You know the only way he’ll get over it is with reassurance, which luckily is something you’re always willing to give Hyunjin.

“This is romantic,” you smile, pushing yourself up onto your knees to place a soft kiss on his cheek. Hyunjin releases a sigh of relief, or displeasure, it was a little hard to tell with the disappointment still evident on his face. Either way, your instinct is to calm his nerves, hoping that it could also settle your own in the process.

“Can I?”

Your voice comes out stronger than expected, hiding the nervous feelings wracking at your brain. It's not until your eyes are wandering down to his crotch until he picks up on what your question is really about; staring at the semi-hard on that you can make out through his sweatpants. Not able to stare for long, your eyes quickly shift back up to his – wide in disbelief.

It takes everything in you to not curl into a ball of embarrassment the second the words leave your lips. It's evident he’s nervous too, for different reasons than you, but still. Hyunjin’s lips begin to roll in between his teeth, bearing back a laugh. That's when you feel your cheeks heating up, immediately bringing up your hands to shield your eyes, far too humiliated to look at him any longer.

“You’re so cute,” a soft chuckle leaves Hyunjin’s lips following his words, grabbing ahold of each of your wrists in his hands. The barrier separating your embarrassed eyes from his looming stare is broken. A slight smirk present on his lips, quite contrasting to the pout overtaking your features. So you let your shoulders fall, sinking into yourself while you inhale deeply.

“I’m sorry,” you whine, letting a gush of air press out of your nostrils. Hyunjin’s reaction immediately changes, his hand letting go of your wrist to climb onto the bed with you.

“Sorry for what?”

It was a genuine question. There was nothing you had to apologize for, but the sliver of anxiety riddling your system is making your brain act out of whack. Hyunjin’s been nothing but patient with you, he always is, but for some reason you can’t get out of your head and just let things happen in the moment.

“I feel like I’m being weird now and you don’t want to do it anymore.”

“So you think that I don’t want to have sex with you right now?” He asks, his eyebrows raising in question.

“Maybe I’m just–” Hyunjin’s arms meet the backs of your bent knees, pulling them out from under you so you’re laying flat on your back. In that split second he is now hovering over you, your chest heaving for air as adrenaline begins to pump through your veins.

Hyunjin’s face is just inches from yours, his hot breath fanning over your flushed cheeks as he moves his lips closer to your ear, “Do you have no idea how hard I am for you right now?”

Breath catches in your throat as Hyunjin’s teeth nip your ear– arousal suddenly begins to gush from your core. You can’t see him but you know he’s wearing a shit eating grin, pleased with your reaction. He’s enjoying this effect he has on you.

Shivers run down your spine as lips graze your jawline, peppering kisses down to your neck until he reaches the collar of your shirt. In one quick motion, his fingers are sliding underneath the fabric and pulling it over your head. Goosebumps litter the surface of your skin as your torso is exposed to the cold air of the room. You’re flooded with emotions. Yes, things between you and Hyunjin had gotten hot and heavy before; the only difference is this time you know where things are heading. As you watch his eyes devour your figure, your legs unwillingly begin to cross. The arousal flooding from your center is far too prominent to ignore now.

Your core throbs in desire as Hyunjin’s lips meet the skin of your chest. His hands roam over your sides as you roll your head back. Mind racing with dirty thoughts, all you can think about is how badly you need him right now. It’s better to amp yourself up now than to dwell on the small fears swirling in the back of your mind.

Soon Hyunjin is ridding himself of his own clothing and tossing the fabric aside, getting back onto the bed completely nude before he rests his body over yours again. You swallow thickly, unsure what to do now that he is naked and on top of you. The google search history definitely does not have anything to guide you through a situation like this.

“Babygirl?” He’s quickly able to sense your sudden change in demeanor as he looks down at you with cautious eyes,  “you okay?”

His words snap you out of your thoughts, shaking your head as if you’re physically removing your worries from your brain. “I'm just…not really sure what to do now,” you say as you break eye contact with him, your eyes wandering down his naked figure.

With a gentle kiss placed to your lips, Hyunjin sits back on his heels, pulling your arms so you're sitting up in front of him. “Well normally this is the part where we get undressed, but if you’re not comfortable with that…”

He doesn't have to finish his sentence before a smile is creeping onto your face. Thankfully his lighthearted commentary is soothing your worries. It doesn’t hit you that this doesn't need to be as big of a deal as you’ve made it out to be. It's just you and Hyunjin here.

A small nod of your head gives him the go ahead; one of his hands reaches slowly towards your back to fiddle with the clasp of your bra. The feeling of sweet relief consumes you as the elastic releases from your body – there really is nothing like taking your bra off after a long day.

But Hyunjin doesn't stop there. Like the princess you are, you wait for him to finish undressing you; pulling your pants and underwear down your legs and throwing them off to the side of his bed and into a messy pile on the floor. You’re getting over that sense of anxiety now, there is absolutely no desire that you have to cover yourself from him. The way his eyes gloss over your figure with such admiration makes you feel safe under his touch – his touch that trails from the tops of your thigh and traces the curve of your side.

“Beautiful,” mumbles past his lips. Heat rises to your cheeks once again, fighting the instinct to cover your face as you blush at his compliment.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” Hyunjin asks one last time, one hand brushing your hair back as the other supports his body weight. You hum in response, lifting up to peck his lips tenderly. He looks so angelic over you, a slight blush tinting his cheeks the longer he looks at you.

In one swift movement he’s rocking back into a kneeling position. Tilting your head, you watch his slender fingers wrap around his hardening member, watching in awe as it grows with each slow pump of his wrist, the collection of bracelets adorning his wrist swaying with each movement.

Soon he’s pushing your knees up so your feet are placed flat on the mattress. The cool air washes over your dripping core sending shivers through your body. And just like that, Hyunjin’s lips are moving south, his tongue diving into the soaking depths of your cunt. Involuntarily your hips buck towards him, unable to control your own desire from the pleasure his mouth is bringing you. Hyunjin’s thumb soon meets your clit, circling the bundle of nerves gently as his tongue presses flat along your slit.

A moan escapes your lips as his tongue moves faster. Mind flooding with filthy thoughts about how good his mouth feels on you; you’re clueless to how anyone could manage to form a coherent sentence during something like this.

You let out an airy gasp as his fingers move down to your entrance, circling around it a few times before dipping inside. Unable to resist the urge, your hips jump up towards him, bucking into his touch. A hand flies up to cover your mouth, shocked at your own body’s response to his touch.

“Hm?” he smirks, well aware of the effect he's having on you. If he didn’t want to rub it in even more he’d give you a second to calm down, but you have barely enough time to react before his index finger is slowly pushing into you. Your eyes flutter shut as his finger draws outwards. Bliss consumes your body, the outside world slowly seeming to fade away with each motion of his wrist.

Your walls squeeze his finger deliciously as they adjust to the new sensation. And Hyunjin’s eyes are kept on you, taking into account your comfort and keeping track of how your body reacts to each of his movements. Another finger is soon added; your body reacting to the extra pressure by tensing for a moment, the greater size doing a number on you. But luckily the mild discomfort is quick to disappear. All thanks to the soft kisses being pressed to the inside of your thigh.

Your hips jut forward as Hyunjin’s fingers begin to separate, stretching your walls as they move in scissor-like motion. For a moment you think you’re seeing stars, the breath trying to escape your throat getting caught in reaction.

Hyunjin places his other on your lower stomach as his lips begin to trail up and down your thigh. A path of residual saliva is left in his tracks; the cool air meeting with your supple skin gives you a quick chill. But the scissor-like motions pick up in pace, your walls constricting and contracting around him as your arousal coats his fingers. You know he has to keep going. You’ll never be able to take his size if he doesn’t prep you enough.

As your hand reaches down to rake through his long blonde locks he picks up his head to meet eyes with you. The satisfaction from the way you take his fingers is written all over his face, as well as some residual arousal coating his lips. The expression on his face is unfamiliar to you – his eyes are so dark and filled with desire they look like they could swallow you whole.

Your stomach churns with anticipation as his fingers reach new depths inside of you. All prior pain is morphed into sweet pleasure, all thoughts in your brain swirling with Hyunjin and his control over your desire.

“Hyunjin,” you breathe out, a raspy moan-like sound closely following his name. You’re in need of more than just his attention, the cries of pleasure leaving your lips says it all. He narrows his eyes in response, his eyes still locked on your expression as he waits for you to continue.

“I-I think I’m–”

Euphoria consumes your body all at once. Back arching off the bed, your cunt squeezes over his fingers tightly. Hyunjin’s praises fall on deaf ears while your body enters the ultimate state of bliss.The pulse of your orgasm is unforgiving, rendering you immobile for what feels like eternity as you ride out your high.

It takes a minute for you to come down, but once you do you’re too in shock to even say a word. His eyes are pooling with desire after watching you cum on his fingers; you have no idea how long he’s wanted to see you like this.

“Think you can make it for another?”

The quick nod of your head is more eager than you anticipate, earning a satisfied chuckle from Hyunjin. Again, he’s rocking back onto his heels before leaving one last kiss to your clit. Oversensitivity makes you squirm in his touch, wondering if you’ll be able to last very long once he’s inside you for real this time.

His nimble fingers return back to their place on his cock. You can’t help but admire how pretty and delicate they look wrapped around his fully hardened member. His slender digits using the arousal from your orgasm to slide graciously down his shaft. Its mesmerising, eyes wandering up and down his toned figure and sneaking a peak at his facial features; eyebrows furrowed and eyes clamped shut.

He’s focused, caught in the moment of making sure he’s harder than he’s ever been. It gives you a minute to regroup as well, still quite sensitive from your previous orgasm. Hyunjin’s eyelids flutter open gently before locking eyes on you – it’s finally time for the main event.

Hyunjin moves carefully to adjust you, taking your hips in his hands and scooting you until you're in a comfortable position and he can kneel between your legs. One last glance grazes over you to make sure you still want to go through with this. All that's evident is your eyes heavy with lust and your chest heaving as you wait for him to push forward.

Slowly, the tip of his cock presses against your entrance. Adrenaline courses through your veins as the thick sound of blood pumping fills your ears. Is it nerves or excitement – perhaps it could be touch of both? But you’re sure to give Hyunjin a reassuring nod paired with your hand reaching out for his to hold.

Hyunjin accepts the gesture, interlacing his fingers with yours. And now it’s time for what you have been waiting for all along.

Hyunjin pushes into you slowly, your velvet walls surrounding his hardened member all at once. A muffled grunt leaves his lips, quickly disguising it as a cough as he tries to refrain from moaning loudly in satisfaction. He’d feel too selfish crying out in pleasure so soon while you’re still trying to adjust. You feel so tight around him it's hard for him to keep his composure, it's unlike anything he has ever felt before.

“Feels so good babygirl,” he moans as he begins to pull backward, gripping you tighter as he pushes back into you slowly, “so fucking tight.”

You keen at his praise, but the discomfort in your lower half is prevalent. Tears begin to prick at the sides of your eyes before you squeeze them shut, desperate to hide it from Hyunjin. You know it would worry him too much but you didn’t want it to stop. If it was anything like before the mild discomfort would soon turn to pleasure, you just need to give it some time.

Though your expression doesn’t go unnoticed by Hyunjin, who has been studying every inch of your body since the moment he undressed you. Out of instinct he’s leaning forward, placing a soft comforting kiss to your forehead and then your lips before tilting his head to your ear.

“You’re doing great, babygirl,” his whispering tone quickly brings you comfort. The sensation of his smooth, deep voice ignites a fire through your body. With a deep breath you’re finding yourself relaxing more, wanting more. But he doesn’t move, just waits for you to adjust to his size and strokes his thumb over your joined hands.

It's all in your head – the underlying nerves you still carry cause you to restrict yourself from living in the moment. Hyunjin had prepped you well enough – you’ve already cum once tonight. You’re ready.

Hyunjin is looking at you with apprehension, you notice once your eyes are languidly opening to meet his stare. A subtle smile graces his lips, his blonde hair pushed back by the hand that's not holding yours. He’s patient and he doesn’t mind – not as long as you’re comfortable.

You let him know you're ready with a soft smile and a squeeze of your hand.

With a determined look on his face, Hyunjin’s cock draws back once again. Your velvety walls squeeze him deliciously as he returns, this time the stretch more bearable than the last. It's becoming easier for you to let your body relax under Hyunjin. Just focusing on the way the soft skin of his hips graze against yours while his long blonde hair sways gently is bringing you back down.

With a few more slow thrusts, the uncomfortable stretch is no longer as noticeable. Hyunjin’s fingers roam your body to distract you from the pressure, finding other areas to pleasure you in accordance. A small gasp leaves your lips as his thumb finds its way to your mouth, dragging it down your bottom lip to coat it in saliva. Your eyes follow it closely as he makes his way down your body, stopping at your nipple and rolling the perky bud between his fingers.

“Fuck.”

You can’t hold back as his mouth takes the place of his finders. Hyunjin’s tongue washes over your sensitive bud greedily, your back arching off the bed in reaction. It's so much stimulation at once – your mind won’t stop buzzing. His cock glides in and out of you so effortlessly; like you were made just for him. Hyunjin doesn’t let that go unnoticed either. Words of praise leave his lips in the form of mumbles, only amplifying the sense of your arousal.

The pleasure you’re feeling is unmatched. Heart pounding in your chest and sweat beading down your chest, your need for him intensified. Slowly, your hips swivel downwards, meeting his eager thrusts into you. Desire consumes you, the mild ache in your core completely gone and replaced with lust. Your drive for him is only building; shifting and grinding your hips into his until you can feel yourself on the brink of white hot pleasure.

“So good for me,” he groans, his thrusts quickening, growing deeper to match your motions. A mutual moan is shared between you, his tip hitting new territory in your center.

This build up is much more intense than the last. The feeling of your muscles tightening beneath your skin and throbbing of your cunt only rises as his cock meets a space that hadn’t been touched before. Unable to control yourself you’re left screaming his name into his neck. It's impossible to get a grasp on your own body. The need to chase your high is much too strong to slow down now.

And now you know what everyone talks about. Yet all of the mindless google searches and skimmed over articles you read have nothing on this feeling. That much desired knot was tightening, begging to be tugged and snapped to lead you to your end.

The sweat that gathers on Hyunjin’s brow glimmers in the dim light as his hips buck harder into yours. You can’t help but notice how breathtaking he looks like this; pleasure squeezing his eyes shut and pursing his soft lips into a tight line.

“Cum with me?”

His voice is raspy, winded even. It's phrased as a question but you take it as an order, nodding your head although Hyunjin isn't able to register your response at this time. He can tell where you are from the pulse of your walls wrapped around his cock, whether it's intentional or not. His thrusts soon become sudden, craving a high so deeply that he’s not able to move fast enough.

Changing positions quickly, Hyunjin rests his arms on either side of your head. His hair comes untucked from behind his ears, shadowing his eyes from your view. Swiftly, you bring your hand up to brush it backward to read his expression; his soft features now morphed with determination. Sweat beads down the sides of his face with each surge of his hips.

Before you have any time to catch a break he was moving upwards, straightening his back and driving his hips into yours, chasing his high. Extending your neck back, you let out a muted cry – the force of his tip against a sensitive spot inside you beginning to push you over the edge.

“Fuck, Hyunjin!”

The tight band in your stomach snaps as you chase your release, Hyunjin’s name repeated from your mouth like a mantra as your back arches off the mattress. It was unlike anything you had felt before; your body felt numb yet so sensitive all at once. Pussy throbbing sporadically around Hyunjin’s cock, he isn’t able to hold on any longer.

Hyunjin’s head is thrown back in pleasure, an airy moan leaving his lips simultaneously. You can feel his release painting your walls; the white, hot spurts of cum making you feel so unbelievably full. You have never felt closer to Hyunjin as you have in this moment, his body collapsing over yours. A deep breath leaves your lips as his arms wrap around your tired frame, holding you close as you come down from your highs.

“I love you, Y/N.”

The words are whispered beside your ear, it's not the first time that you’ve heard him say it but something about hearing it now seems different. Soft kisses grace the clammy skin on your neck; your blissed out figure unable to move much more than a gentle smile.

“I love you.”

And for the rest of the night this is how you remained, wrapped in each other’s arms before passing off into a blissful slumber. Your heart is warm, satisfied with the night and the beautiful man you were lying beneath. Needless to say, it was worth the wait.

‘In His Arms’ is copyright 2020 @chaangbin​​, all rights reserved. Please do not repost on any platform or translate without permission.

[xiaaoluvr]

unforgettable

warnings : none

sfw, angst?? & fluff (idk)

hospital au ? (something like that)

word count : 1k

zhongli x gn! reader

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your fingers intertwined with his– as you sit and wait beside the hospital bed. a few seconds later, zhongli hesitantly opens his eyes groaning. he looks around the room, then at you, then at your intertwined hands.

"zhongli! youre up!" you cry, scooting closer to him. you kiss his hand, tears filling your eyes. he's unresponsive. he doesnt move much, but you dont expect him too. "are you okay?"

he remains quiet. he looks around the room again, and then you once more. "zhongli? how are you feeling?"

"i-i feel like fine.." he croaks, untangling his hand from yours. you stretches a bit before looking at the time. 10:12pm.

the nurse enters the room with a glass of water and hands it zhongli. he sips it quietly, not saying anymore. which is unusual, because he is rather talkative. especially with you. "babe, are you sure youre okay?" you ask, placing your hand on his shoulder.

he glances at the hand on his shoulder and sets the glass of water on little table beside the bed. "forgive me but, im feeling a little uncomfortable." he tells you brushing your hand of your shoulder. you feel a little offended, slightly embarrassed— but it's understandable. "are you sure youre okay? i know its because you're in the hospital, but cmon dont act like that." you awkward joke.

he just stares at you confused. "now that i think about it... i dont know your name.." he starts. "i dont even think i know who you could be."

you laugh a little. but hes not laughing. "youre joking right?" you laugh again. he stares at you blankly. "whats funny?"

your heart stops and your mind goes blank. you cant think. you dont wanna think. you dont wanna think what's actually happening right now. the nurse had told you earlier it was a possibility for this to happen, but it was unlikely. it was unlikely for the worst to happen. it was unlikely for him to get amnesia.

your senses came back to you when you felt hot tears streaming down your face. your throat felt heavy and your hands were shaking. you look over to zhongli, who is unreadable. "dont cry." he says sternly, trying to comfort you. you smile a bit, but that wont fix the pain youre feeling.

"im actually... youre significant other." you say quietly, standing beside the bed. you show him your left hand with the ring on your finger. he looks down at his hands again and nodds when he sees the ring on his own finger. "explains why that ring is there."

he pats down on the bed for you to take a seat, which you do so. he doesnt know how to exactly comfort you but he placed a hand on yours. "i dont, really remember anything... but i can tell what we had is something special– i assume." he says.

tears continue to stream down your face as he comforts you. he wipes your tears aways and reassures you everything is okay. but you know its not. nothing will be the same.

"so how long have we been married? or together rather?" he asks. you smile. "we've been married for about four years but we've been together.... for as long as i can remember." you chuckle.

you both continue to talk among yourselves, while he continuously asked you questions about your relationship, his life, his like and dislikes, and all sorts of things. he knows he has amnesia now but doesnt really seem to ask about that. you'd rather not tell him how he ended up like this anyways.

"my life was pretty interesting, huh." you nod in response, closing your eyes. it felt so good bring up old memories. you feel zhongli wrap his arms around you, pulling you closer. feeling the warmth of his body against yours felt nice.

"you really seem unforgettable y/n." zhongli tells you before pulling away. "but it will take me awhile to fall inlove with you again, i apologize."

"i understand." you say, forcing a smile. the thought of this being your fault, filled your head. you really believed it was your fault that he ended up with amnesia.

it had all started with an argument. a stupid argument. you were feeling jealous and insecure, which was dumb because zhongli treated you so good. no flaws in your marriage at all, but you couldnt help feeling so furious seeing them together. they'd often spend time together, a little more than zhongli would spend time with you. you told him you thought you were better off alone and to forget all about you— to forget all about this relationship. you'd even took off your ring and threw it at him. he was as hurt and angry as you but stormed out the house, driving off. hours later, you seemed to realize how rude you had been. you were worried when he didnt return home. but that worry you felt only grew when you got a call informing you zhongli had been hospitalized.

you feel so lost. you never meant for this to happen. you only told him to forgot because it was in the heat of the moment. this was your punishment. this is what you get. you dont even feel bad for yourself– you feel bad for him. all you want to do is save him. he doesn't deserve it.

"im sorry... for everything. this is all my fault." you tell him. he looks confused, he obviously doesnt know what youre talking about, but he nods his head. "dont feel like that y/n. its not your fault." he tries to reassure you. but thats wrong.. you look into his golden eyes, tears filling your own. "im gonna protect you this time, so next time... you won't forget us. you wont forget me." you say shakily before he pulls you into a hug again.

[honeypirate]

Fate of the Clouds

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

 Gajeel x Fem Reader 

unedited 

“Hi” you say softly, sitting beside him against the side of the guild house. “Leave me alone” he turned away from you, his voice gruff. He smelled like fireworks and his hair was singed in a few places. You reach out and pinch the end of a lock that was smoldering “all that gorgeous hair, would hate for it to burn” you twist on your butt, laying your back against the sun warmed grass and placing your feet up against the building, you place your hands behind your head as you looked up at the clouds. 

“Why?” his voice was laced with annoyance that you were 50% sure was fake. You look over at his face “why what?” you smile softly at him and you watch his guard fall just a little bit “why won’t you leave me alone?” you sit up again, crossing your legs and resting your hands on your thighs as you study him for a moment “Gajeel, if you really want me to leave and I’m making you uncomfortable, I will. But honestly, I’d like to get to know you. So if it’s alright with you, i’d like to lay here by you and talk, unless you don't want to, then we can just sit together.” 

You watch his emotions in his eyes, he couldn’t understand you. You were sweet and cute and he heard all about how strong a wizard you were. You watched him tear apart the guild hall but you were here by him. Telling him you wat to get to know him? He couldnt decide if you were joking or not. When he doesnt say anything for a few minutes you lay back again, smiling as you look up at the sky. 

After ten minutes go by and your eyes flick down to him, he’s looking at his hands in his lap “Do you mind if I talk to you? You don’t have to respond '' your voice was quiet, like it was carried to his ears on the breeze, his gaze froze on a scar he has on his knuckle “I dont mind” his voice was quieter than you had heard before. His usual anger was gone, just like you suspected it was just a cover for his real feelings. You sigh softly and look back up to the clouds “there is a cloud up there that looks like a horse” he looks up then, his eyes searching, you chuckle and pat the ground next to you softly. He looks down at you, considering, trying to figure you out, to see if you could be hatching a plan. 

He sighs and moves over so he was laying beside you, tensing and watching your face when you scoot closer to him, moving your head down next to his so you could find the cloud again “there” you point up and it takes him a moment to tear his gaze from your soft smile to follow your finger to the right cloud. You move back into your place and smile as you watch the cloud float away and become a blob again. 

“When i was younger..,” you look at him “now you have to promise me you wont tell anyone this, okay? Pinky promise me and since we’re friends you cant break it” you hold up your hand, pinky out and wait for him. His head turns, looking at your eyes and then down to your hand. His fingers drum against his stomach before he hooks his pinky around yours. You smile and pull your hand still connected to his and kiss the back of your thumb, pushing his hand towards his lips next “kiss or it doesnt work” his cheeks flush and he huffs in annoyance but kisses the back of his thumb anyway “thank you Gajeel” you whisper before your hands rest against your stomach again. 

“When I was younger, I had a job on a farm. I would use my water magic to help the crops among other things. I once rode a horse to check for the cows and was feeling really proud of my horse riding skill, I rode down the wrong path, got scraped off the back of my horse and thrown down the mountain. Had a nasty cut on my neck and i wasn't trusted riding alone again. I know this story is stupid, juvenile, but the point is this; trust is something that is really hard to earn, but worth every second. Sure i have other stories i could have told you, other magical ones where i fucked up missions. But all of them have the same point. Proving that you can grow as an individual, proving that people are worthy of a second chance, it’s nice that we even have that opportunity.” you point out another cloud “ooh look at that one! It looks like a starfish!” you chuckle and notice the smile on his lips  

 “Forgiveness has always come easy to me. I truly would like to be your friend and get to know you. No jokes, no dirty tricks. I’m here if you’ll have me Gajeel” he sighs gently, his hands holding his shirt in his fists, his knuckles turning white, after a few minutes his hands release his shirt and he relaxes into the grass.

 He doesn't get any bad vibes from you, if he had to put a picture to how you feel to him, he would picture a field of daisies on a summer day. “That one” he reaches up and points “that one looks like a dragon with a rider on it’s back” you chuckle and follow his finger to the cloud you could see the dragon but figured the rider smudged away “it does! That’s so cute” his cheeks flush and a true smile sits upon his lips. 

After another ten minutes storm clouds roll in as well as cold winds, you shiver and sit up again, turning towards him as he sat up next to you, you reach out slowly and when he doesn't move or say anything you gently run your fingers through his thick hair, pulling out the pieces of grass that stuck to him. “Thank you for letting me sit with you” you smile sweetly up at him, even sitting by him he was much taller and bigger than you. “Thank you, for wanting to” he avoids your gaze, his cheeks dusting pink yet again. 

Every day you would eat meals with him and talk, slowly you would convince others to give him a chance. Inviting others to sit with you both, he slowly opened up more to you and you would cloud gaze and chat about your missions and other things you have witnessed or experienced. but even then, you had to take missions that kept you apart occasionally. 

Excitement was flooding your system, you were a few blocks away from home and you haven't been back for a few months, your last mission was difficult and you spent some time in the hospital. You were so excited to see Gajeel you almost couldn't handle it, forcing yourself to take normal steps and not to run. 

You open the door and look around at everyone, looking for your specific person. Gajeel was in the back of the room, deep in conversation with Levy. Your smile disappears and you feel your heart skip before it crumbles into your stomach. You were happy for him, proud of his growth in the guild. You blink back your tears and then clear your throat softly, working your way through the crowd to the stairs to the dorm. 

You were supposed to be back today, where were you?! He was checking the door every few minutes, his heart racing and his foot tapping against the stone floor. He had gotten back from his mission a few days prior and was waiting for you, you sent him a letter saying when you expected to be back and he kept that letter in his inside jacket pocket. “Hey Gajeeeeel” Levy says as she comes over to his table and he groans internally, he just wanted to talk to you,. 

After humoring her for a few minutes he hears the door close behind him, he turns his head and looks for you but doesn't find you, his eyes lock with Mirajane and she points across the crowded room. When Gajeel followed her finger he sees the end of your hair and bag disappear up the stairs “excuse me” he says, cutting her off and standing quickly, running after you. 

The moment your door closes it’s being opened again, you gasp and your bag falls to the ground “why didn’t you come to me?” he asks, his eyes filled with hurt. You smile up at him and reach behind him, closing the door gently. “You looked busy” you laugh nervously and he furrows his brow “no, dont, don't do this, okay? I was counting down the seconds until you returned, I always count the seconds until you return. So please, come see me immediately next time. Okay?”  your breath hitches as you look at him, his words sinking into your heart. His eyes were wild and his hands were stretched out towards you, he wanted to hug you but you haven't broken the physical touch barrier.. until now. 

You throw your arms around his neck and he tenses, his breath hitching “I missed you so much Gajeel” you whisper and his body relaxes against you, his arms holding you to him tight as he buries his face into your hair. “I missed you too” you pull back and smile up at the dark haired man “wanna get some food and cloud watch and catch up?” you ask and he nods “i’d love to” he says, his gruff voice extremely softer than usual. 

Sitting at a table downstairs you eat your fill, after being gone for so long and not eating enough, it was like you were in heaven. “wow i cant believe you took 5 different missions in two weeks” you say as you finish eating. He laughs “i just took smaller papers so i could back here when you would '' you smile warmly, but he was too busy eating to notice the sweet look you’re giving him. 

You end up on your spot on the grass outside of the build, watching the clouds and talking. You show him your healing wounds that will most likely scar and tell him about your time in the hospital. He looks worried about you but tries to laugh it off “you were scars like badges” you giggle “well duh. I work hard for them” his finger tips brush one of your healed scars and he sighs “i wish you didnt have to get hurt though” he whispers and your heartbeat skips. His eyes meet yours and you smile softly, his eyes looking down to your lips and you almost lean forward to kiss him but before you can he’s turning his attention back to the sky. 

I am such a coward he thinks. How am i supposed to fix this? How do i get back to that moment. His eyes are on your face, watching the clouds reflected on your shiny eyes, the tufts of moisture that you gaze at like you’re reading his fate, and he gets an idea. “look at that one” he points and you don’t really know which one he’s talking about “which one? What does it look like?” He laughs “come see it from my perspective” he all but whispers and you roll on your side, bringing your face close to his to trace his eyesight to the right cloud. But his eyes were on you, on your smiling face and bright eyes, you were gorgeous.

“That one. Right there. It’s a cloud that looks like a cat” you reach out and place your hand on his bicep, your small hand traveling softly down his arm until your hand rests against his bracelet “I can’t find it” you whisper and pout, how could you be so adorable? “It’s right there I don’t know how you can’t see it” he chuckles and you turn your head around, trying different angles before you turn and look back at him “I can’t find it-“ your breath hitches when you notice his gaze is on you, a small smile on his lips and his eyes gentle. His hand moved to cup your cheek “you’re beautiful” his gruff voice was a low whisper, the wind blowing your hair behind you and rustling his into his face. Your hand moves without thinking, brushing his hair out of his eyes and cupping his cheek for a moment. 

“Did these hurt?” your fingers gently brush the studs along his eyebrow “they were magic” you hum, probably hurt as much as the guild tattoo. “These too?” your first finger gently slides down the side of his nose and he nods, his eyes never leaving yours, “what about .. these?” your thumb runs along his bottom lip before pulling it down gently, letting it smack against his teeth as you brush his chin studs. His eyes flick down to your lips and you lean in almost all the way before your eyes flick up to his “Gajeel.. Did you really miss me?” you whisper and a strangled groan escapes his throat “every day” his lips touch yours and you feel sparks burst across your skin, your hand moving to tangle in his hair as he pulls you closer to him. 

You pull back and sigh, your eyes closed for a few moments before they flutter open and meet his. He has a soft blush on his cheeks and a smile “should we form a group?” you ask and he laughs, bringing a smile to your lips “probably” he says as he brushes his fingertips across your cheek “but.. More than that right?” he asks with furrowed brows and you chuckle, pressing your lips softly to the tip of his nose before turning and looking up at the clouds again, like you could read your fate in the tufts of moisture. 

 “I love you Gajeel” you whisper and his breath hitches “you do?” he asks, reaching out and turning your gaze back to his. You smile and nod “yes” he smiles softly, a soft sigh of peace as he presses his forehead to yours “I love you y/n”