#💐.drabbles

[madelynraemunson]

You can answer this privately, but a few weeks ago I was thinking about if Reader was trying to make Eddie jealous with the song I kissed a girl in the background making out with some girl on the stage you know. Or tryna make him want her more lol.

def need to catch up tho

ooooh a lil toxic lovin’ i see i see 😏💋 thank you for helping with the possessive!eddie dirty talk and reactions, my sweet.

from the CMWYW universe

timeline: shortly after chapter 013

𝐈 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐭 18+

a collaboration with @emsgoodthinkin 💌

modern!strip club owner!eddie x modern!fem!exotic dancer!hargrove reader

CW: jealous!eddie, wlw, possessive!eddie, boyfriend!eddie, biting, degrading kink, eddie calls us a slut lmao, bratty shy girl, dom!eddie, sub!shy girl, lmk if i miss anything

[WC: 2.0k]

“I just think you’re getting a little too into it.”

It’s crazy to think Eddie would draw the line at Gareth and not Steve. Yet here you two are, arguing in the dressing room mid-shift because Eddie realized his D&D friends — who are regulars at his D&D themed strip club — have eyes and money. 

“Babe, this is GARETH we’re talking about here,” you emphasize. “Gareth!”

You’re talking about the Gareth who’s gamer tag is ‘Gareth the “Gare Bear” Emerson’.  The same Gareth who still uses the bunny ear method to tie his shoes. The same Gareth who gets upset when his food touches. Aside from his now relatively toned build, clear skin, and knowledge on self-care and personal hygiene, Gareth Emerson is still the same guy. And that guy is a fucking dweeb.

“Yeah, but Gareth is conventionally attractive now,” your boyfriend points out. “And somebody who’s had no choice but to build their charm from the inside out is a dangerous person.”

Projecting, are we Munson? You think to yourself. You couldn’t believe the audacity of your boyfriend. Ever since you two became exclusive, Eddie has become extra protective of you. You didn’t mind it. You actually preferred it because it means he cares. But really, at work? The place you clock in every day (not only to see him but) to make a living?

“You left scratches on his back last time.”

“He paid me to make a girl jealous.”

“And let’s not forget whatever the fuck that was that you did with Creel,” Eddie adds refusing to hear you out. 

“Henry PAID me for a lap dance,” you hiss. “He was lonely, I was doing my job. He came in and spoiled me and your business on his off day, babe.”

The heat dissolves from Eddie’s cheeks when he hears his pet name. Albeit flattering, this conversation between you two wasn’t over just yet. 

Eddie knew what he saw. He knows that blank, fucked out stare from anywhere, and it was prominent when you were giving Henry a lap dance, using the crinkle of his pants to get yourself off.

There’s no arguing there. But you were single when that happened and Eddie at the time made it really seem like he didn’t want anything with you. None of this was taking away from how ridiculous Eddie was being.

“Okay,” you sigh, still choosing to honor his wishes. “No more dances for Gareth.”

“At least for tonight,” Eddie barters, issuing you a fake pout. “Feeling a little bit jealous, but I’ll get over it.”

Stay away from Gareth, or men in general tonight. You can definitely do that. 

Eddie’s a happy camper now. He watches as you do your thing at Vecna’s Lair, cock twitching eagerly in his pants as you swing down the pole and sink your pelvis onto the stage. The men douse you in ones, fives, tens, twenties. And you let it rain down on you with ease. 

But why is Eddie still so jealous? He can’t help but turn green with envy when he sees you smile at your patrons. When you lock eyes with them as you speak. And the way they gravitate towards you and your pheromones like some magnets on a fridge. 

You seem to be unbothered by everything, unbothered by his presence in a room full of other gentlemen. Eddie needs to test the waters. Eddie needs to know you care.

So he decides to grab a beer and approach the first customer of the opposite sex who happens to spiral into his periphery. It happens to be good ol’ Stephanie tonight. 

A regular during the beginning days of the week, this kind hearted, very approachable redhead welcomes Hellfire’s owner with a smile, offering her beer bottle to Eddie for him to give her a clink, hello. 

“Hey!” he chimes. “How uh, how are you doing?”

“I’m doing well, and yourself?”

Eddie grins. “Not too shabby.” 

Performatively studying her with his eyes, he decides to ask her an innuendo-filled question. “You enjoying yourself tonight?”

“What’s it to ya?”

“I always like to make sure my customers are satisfied.”

Her brow does a fruitful quirk upwards.

“So you’re the owner huh? Already so young and successful. That’s quite impressive.” 

“D’aww,” your boyfriend’s hands clutch his chest. “I appreciate that.” 

You can’t help but look over, stomach warped into knots.

Eddie told you to stay away from guys. So why is he flirting with a girl? Specifically a customer you’ve interacted with before. Not that Eddie would know that, since he’s always in his office when Stephanie is here.

Eddie knows you see him now and that’s all the satisfaction he needs. Knowing he got the reaction he wanted, he excuses himself from Steph, strutting back over to his office to disappear for a while and let your mind wander.

But your mind is already two steps ahead. When Stephanie catches a glimpse of you, her eyes sparkle. You wave her over.

“You just keep coming back for more, don’t you?” you infer as she strides towards you. 

Stephanie chuckles. “You just can’t seem to keep me away, Shy Girl. I owe Vicky and Robin one for putting me onto this joint.”

You swing your legs over so you can divert your attention to your stunning regular. She seems to be receptive to your flirtatious nature. And conveniently, the DJ transitions into a very fitting song:

“How are you doing tonight?” you assess her.

Stephanie shrugs. “I’m doing okay. The chick I was telling you about last week stood me up. So I’m here just trying to make myself feel better.”

“OMG I’m so sorry dude.”

But she brushes it off. “It’s okay. The loneliness will die down. I just gotta feel sorry for myself first.”

You rest a consoling hand on your shoulder. Before becoming exclusive with Eddie, you knew the feeling of rejection all too well. 

“You’re welcome here anytime. Even if you just wanna talk. Girl to girl, we can even do a private room for an hour.”

Just then, Stephanie reaches into her bra and pulls out a twenty dollar bill with the smuggest look on her face. 

“What about center stage? You tryna kiss it all better?”

You could’ve… and would’ve done it without the money. But knowing Eddie is in for the plot twist of his lifetime, you’ve rendered the deal priceless. Happily obliging, you accept the money Stephanie insists you take from her and extend your arms out.

“Bring it in, chica.”

It’s not what I’m used to. Just wanna try you on. I’m curious for you…

And then it happens. It starts with a timid smack of the lips to feel out both your comfort levels. The feeling of safety and trust propels you both further into realms of intensity you wouldn’t have thought of exploring with one another before. She tastes of cherry, with a hint of minty coconut. 

You let out a satisfied hum. It registers as a vibration against her full, vivacious chest. Dancing your fingers in her wavy hair now, you pull her closer to your chest as your lips lock in tandem. 

“WHEW!” you can hear Argyle shout all the way from the kitchen. “GAH DAMN!”

…I kissed a girl and I liked it. The taste of her cherry chapstick…

The uproar creates a chain reaction and soon all the gentlemen at Hellfire are hooting and hollering at the relatively unscripted act of affection in front of them. Soon, the money follows. Grinding your hips against her torso now, you chase the feeling of self-indulgence as you unravel yourself onto Stephanie. Right in time for Eddie to see.

I kissed a girl just to try it. I hope my boyfriend don’t mind it.

Floored, confused, and just a tad aroused, your man stands at the foot of Vecna’s Lair with his hands curling at his sides.

It felt so wrong. It felt so right. Don’t mean I’m in love tonight.

His stiff cock protrudes at the posterior ends of his zipper, boxer briefs shamefully laced with the salty spouts of his leaky tip. Fuck, he’s so hard. But still, oh so very pissed.

I kissed a girl and I liked it. I liked it.

Standing where you knew he’d be, you shoot him a wink, letting him know that you’re well aware of his foiled plan. And after you and Stephanie thank one another for each other’s time, you prance off to the dressing room with mountains of bills in your hands.

———

“You think Eddie’s gonna like this green set?”

There’s an itch to burn the cash you got tonight, so you find yourself browsing the internet for lingerie on your phone.

“Oooh,” Nina coos in approval. “Yes girl. You’re gonna look like a sexy dragon of sorts.”

“Mm. And what about this g-string?”

“Yes, get it. I have the same one and it’s so flattering and comfortable. Look!”

Just then the door shoots open.

“Eddie, what the hell?!” Nina shrieks, quickly donning her cloak to cover up. “Knocking, fucker. Ever heard of it?”

You turn towards the entrance to find your flustered man at the door, scowling at you briefly before turning to apologize to Nina.

“Sorry, Neens,” his gaze softens sincerely. But Nina is already storming out. “I was dumb for that.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” you tsk.

You two wait until your colleague is out of range to engage in what you both know is about to be some pretty reckless behavior. When all is clear, Eddie wastes no time, pouncing on you, pinning you by the wrists to the drawer of your vanity, leaving love bites at the crook of your neck just keen enough to draw blood. 

Pathetically, you love it. Your dripping cunt swells for the intensity — the fury of his rough hands — the vampiric blows to your hot pulse points — the rugged buckling of his hips as he digs his claws into the tender indents of yours.

“Eddie…” you whimper.

“This familiar?” he demands between breaths. 

“Rings a bell,” you muster, tracing his large display of excitement with your trembling palm. “Though it seems like you don’t necessarily…have a problem with it.”

A sinister laugh escapes his throat.

Eddie huffs. “Think you can be a smart aleck with me without repercussions?”

As swift as they come, Eddie flips you around, easing you safely onto the desk portion of your vanity by the your neck. You squirm around like a brat, whining and kicking at him with your heels in playful retaliation. His fingertips then tightly enclose around your thin lacy bralette, causing a minor tear of the sparkly chrome fabric.

Too far. Grabbing him by the wrist, you eye him in disapproval.

“Eds!” you hiss at him, seriously this time.

“You’re buying new sets anyways,” he shrugs indifferently. “You know, with the money you got for being a needy little slut.”

You issue a low grumble as Eddie sinks his body atop the small of your back. The softness in Eddie returns again when he presses delicate kisses around the tip of your chin.

“Mine, remember?”

He spins you around again, ordering you to your knees with an authoritative snap. You oblige a little too quickly, but you don’t care. You’re at the mercy of him tonight and always.

“Yours…” you breathe, knowing he’s about to fuck you and your mouth to spit and tears. “Yours only…”

He smirks, satisfied with himself. You bite your lip eagerly as you watch the King of Hellfire — and your heart — unbuckle his belt, ushering his pants down to line his pulsing cock up against your lips. Desperate for more already, your tongue peaks out to say hello. The deep lines of his snarky face concave further.

“Pucker up, sweetheart.”

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[lovelyhan]

hi beloved. i am here to bother you with the idea of cucking shua by fucking jeonghan in front of him and blindfolding him so he cant watch he can only listen to ur moans and get off to the thought of his best friend fucking the life out of you and he cant even see

03:05 — JH & JS

i was supposed to go to bed but then i remembered this ask exists and now i won't do that anymore 🗿

warnings: cuckolding, smut (MINORS DNI)

you love your boyfriend. you love him more than anything in the entire goddamn world. so when joshua lets slip that he wouldn't mind seeing you get fucked by his best friend during a silly game of truth or dare at a night out with friends, who are you to deny him what he wants?

unfortunately for your sweet, sweet shua, jeonghan plays out the fantasy in a much more sinister way.

"hear that, joshuji?" he chuckles and you feel every word breathed against the sensitive skin of your neck. "she's soaking. all wet and ready for a cock that isn't yours. how's that make you feel?"

the words are delivered in a tone that isn't so different from a stereotypical villain that's out to take everything away from the main protagonist. but if there's something you know about the nature of your boyfriend's long-time friendship with jeonghan, it's that they bond over the most unorthodox things.

one being: jeonghan being balls deep inside you while joshua sits helplessly on the plush reading chair near the bed — wrists tied together behind his back while a silk black blindfold robs him of his sight all at once.

"can hear her pretty cunt all the way here," he sighs almost dreamily — what a freak, but you adore him for it anyway. "jeonghan-ah, you better fuck her right. nice and sloppy so i can at least hear what you're doing to my girlfriend."

joshua sounds so awfully casual about the entire thing that it makes you wonder if this odd pair has done this before. you wouldn't really put it past them to be insane enough to do that, but whatever girls they tag-teamed before don't matter.

it's your pussy that they want now.

"h-hannie," you whimper, hips gyrating ever-so slightly to give yourself the friction you craved like a drug. "need you to move."

jeonghan lets slip an amused laugh, pulling his hips back only to force you back onto the mattress with a powerful thrust. you mewl at the sensation, loving the way his cock drags against your velvet heat — the way your insides squelch with his intrusion. he feels so much different from joshua and you find yourself wondering if it makes you such a terrible person to enjoy getting fucked stupid on another man's cock.

"both of you are perfect for each other — so fucking demanding," jeonghan comments. "don't worry, shua. i'll rail our sweet baby so good, she'll keep coming back for more."

as promised, jeonghan makes it sloppy. spit dribbling from his puckered lips and onto the spot where his length disappears inside of you. he fucks the stringy liquid into your tight cunt — making the slide easy and smooth and so fucking divine that you're moaning into the sheets in no time.

jeonghan's heavy balls slap against your thighs with every forward thrust — unrelenting with his vigor as his teeth find purchase on the shell of your ear. "so fuckin' cockhungry, aren't you? couldn't be content with shua's? had to let me fuck this tight little pussy to keep you satisfied?"

he says the words sharply — like a knife to the ribcage before he twists the proverbial handle. but all they do is send another rush of slick gushing out of your hole, soaking jeonghan's cock even more as your eyes flutter open to let your gaze land on joshua.

he isn't putting much of a fight, but you see the way his thighs clench with the itch to get up and stuff you full alongside his best friend. the erection straining against his sweats makes your mouth water, wanting nothing more than to take his heavy length into your mouth as jeonghan fucks you from behind.

"tightest fucking pussy i've ever had," jeonghan hisses as he smooths his hands over your ass — squeezing your perky flesh hard enough to leave angry red marks. you arch your back in pure ecstasy. "you're so unfair, joshuji. keeping such a slutty cunt all to yourself when we could've been filling her up together."

joshua lets out a shaky laugh, bottom lip wedged between his teeth with a no-good smile. "i'll give you a call when she's in the mood to get stuffed by two cocks."

"fuck— she got tighter," jeonghan groans before rolling his hips deep enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your skull. "you like the sound of that, don't you? both your holes filled with cock? or do you want me and shua inside this tight pussy at the same time? you can take it, right?"

"wan' it so bad," you practically sob into the sheets as jeonghan fucks you harder, faster. "need your cum in me, hannie. please, please, please —"

"fuck, you sound so desperate, baby," joshua moans from his spot in the corner, hips bucking ever-so slightly. "begging so fucking prettily for jeonghan's load. shit. i might just come untouched."

the older man simpers, reaching between your thighs to find that sensitive little nub with unrelenting strokes. "you hear that, sweet thing? your pathetic little boyfriend is gonna cream himself to the sound of you begging for my cum. go ahead, baby. come around my cock so i can stuff you full."

his filthy words coupled with the quick, precise circles he's tracing around your clit makes your walls clamp down on him tightly — milking jeonghan's cock as you muffle a long-winded moan into the sheets.

"that's our girl — our cock drunk princess," jeonghan hisses before slamming his hips against your ass one last time, dumping his white hot cum into your hole until it overflows.

it takes you a while to come down from sheer bliss — so disoriented from that mind-shattering orgasm that you belatedly realize that joshua is right in front of you. blindfold missing, restraints undone.

before you can even ask what's going on, your boyfriend is already taking out his rock hard length out of his soiled sweats — all while his best friend's cock keeps his own cum from leaking out of your sloppy hole.

jeonghan smirks.

"your boyfriend deserves some attention too, right baby?"

#seventeen smut #svthub #jeonghan smut #joshua smut #hong jisoo smut #💘 mutuals #june 💐 #📝 drabble #lovelyhan #i ended it a lil differently bc i forgot how u worded this on dc #BUT ITS TOO LATE TO CHANGE IT NOW 😔

[yenqa]

NEW ROMANTICS!

in which…

y/n continuously struggles to contain her growing feelings for her crush (and longtime friend), lee heeseung.

PA!R!NG : heeseung x afab!reader

❥ GENRE : short smau (10-20 chapters), highschool au, childhood friends to lovers, literally zero angst… whole thing is like fluff, pining

!WARN!NGS! : profanity, food/eating, y/n is a literal Nerd (jk she just likes tswift and reading), kissing, one too many your mom jokes, jokes abt kms/dying

FEATUR!NG : nam y/n as minju (ex. iz*one), enhypen, wonyoung, yunjin, chaewon

≫ D!SCLA!MER !! in no way am i trying to sexualize any idols! nor am i saying this accurately depicts any idols. this is purely a work of fiction!

TAGL!ST : closed! thank u for being interested!

☆ YENQA < new smauuu!! “yen it took you so long to finish mtwy-“ shut Up. and i will Never let go of the ripped paper

STATUS : finished! april 20th, 2023 to july 25th, 2023

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profiles! ⁀➷

major swifties!! + the mentally ill.

001 : the song lover

002 : Not a help fr moment

003 : invisible string wc .6k

004 : open your front door

005 : hanamaki?????

006 : geniuenlly

007 : uhh about that

008 : BC YOURE LIVING IN DELUSION

009 : you Freak

010 : shy smiles wc .49k

011 : maybe

012 : hallucinations r becoming real

013 : favorite girl wc 1.0k

014 : y/ns boyfie

015 : who said 🤨

016 : he only smiles at other girls so u should break up

epilogue : the time heeseung failed to propose (and the time he did) wc : 1.3k

end.

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[http-tokki]

Happy birthday, pretty girl

~ bakugou katsuki x fem!reader ~ tags/cw: aged up bakugou, time skip to when everyone is pro heroes, fluff, friends to lovers, deadbeat boyfriend, explicit language, katsuki outdoing ur stupid boyfriend, toxic relationships, y/n is written as honey (that's ur name cause I hate reading y/n) ~ wc: 2.8k

A bouquet.

A $350 bouquet had been the catalyst to the end of your relationship.

The break-up had not come out of the blue. Resentment had been building for months now with endless bickering and sniping, fights over Instagram likes and hidden accounts, your ex’s inability to hold down a stable job for longer than a month and when he was let go from his last job a few months ago, the lack of effort at finding a new job, which in turn left you to pick up the slack with the rent and bills. It hadn’t been like that in the beginning; no failed relationship ever is, but as the months rolled into years, what was once cute ineptitude at basic life skills morphed into weaponised incompetence that had you acting as mother and girlfriend for the twenty-something-year-old man child. If only you could go back in time and warn your former self of the absolute hell waiting for you at the end of the road. 

A different form of bitterness seeped into your relationship this past month. A monstrous animosity had taken up residence in the chests of both you and him, causing a fight like no other and all because you were inviting your childhood best friend to your upcoming birthday dinner. Your ex had spotted the name Bakugou Katsuki on the list of guests and scoffed, muttering displeasure under his breath. A few back-and-forth quips rolled into a screaming match that had ended when you laughed out your final killing blow. 

“You can either suck it up and come to my, your girlfriend’s, birthday dinner or sit at home and mope around. It’s your choice, but make up your mind before I book so I know if I’m paying for you or not.”

It had been a tad cruel of you to add the last part, but you were growing tired of having to cover his half of the bill at dinner and skip out on outings with friends because he didn’t want to look cheap and have you pay, so your insult was justified its own brutal way. 

You sent out the invitation texts the next day to your close friends and their partners. RSVPs flooded your inbox within half an hour. All, except for two who had work engagements overseas, eagerly agreed to the dinner with feverish excitement. All but one. The loser that was your boyfriend sent a thumbs-up reaction to your message in the group chat, which he the. promptly left. 

Katsuki, however, had called you the second he saw the short message. 

“I’ll be there; I just might be a bit late ’cause I’ve got that TV gig that afternoon.” He sighed into the phone, and you could practically see the scowl forming at the idea of being late to an event. “Actually, let me see if I can move it around.”

“‘Suki, no. Just come afterwards, please. Don’t move anything,” you pleaded, dropping the stack of papers you had organised a few minutes prior. “If you need to miss it, it’s okay.” you added lightly, disappointment evident in your voice despite your best efforts.

“Hey, I said I’d be there, didn’t it? I just might be late,” Bakugou assured you, tone stern to avoid further protests from you. “What’s the name of the booking under anyway?”

“Mine, why?” your brows furrowed in suspicion.

“Just wondering.” He replied with a tone far too casual for him.

Gasping at the sudden realisation, you shouted down the receiver. “Katsuki, if you even think about putting your card down as payment, you’re-“

“Ohh wow, would you look at that, call waiting! I’ll call you later; text me when you’re at work.”

--

Your boyfriend is the ninth person to arrive at dinner. After kicking him out for the evening before your reservation time, wanting to have time with the girls to relax and debrief the situation of your current partner. The girls were never fans, Mina going as far as to add him to her own personal hit list should he ever commit a minor law infraction, and his continued behaviour just added to their growing disdain. It didn’t help that you were growing to loathe him too. The loser arrived well beyond the appropriate amount of time to be late without an excuse or text and just strolled in without acknowledging the hostess, who smiled and offered to guide him to the table.

Ick. 

“Is he wearing-?” Mina whispers, sliding up next to you to stare at your underdressed boyfriend.

“Yep. He’s wearing track pants.” You confirm as you spot the familiar print across the left leg and the slouched cut of the sweat. 

“Is he for real?” Jiro’s voice comes for your left, looping her arm through yours. 

You frown at the lack of effort and complete disregard for the dress code, but that small part of you screams in vindication at his disinterest. He strolls to you with the confidence garnered only from the current lack of Bakugou and presses his cheek to yours in a polite kiss. He would have gone in for a side hug, but your two friends were unmoving from their positions. 

“You’re late.” You mutter, tone entirely indifferent. 

“Yeah, well, traffic” is the excuse given, and a poorly made bouquet is shoved at you before he walks away. Jiro reaches out and grabs the flowers with one hand, tossing them at the present table. 

The frown you have deepens. Blue chrysanthemums and white roses wrapped in what appears to be yesterday’s newspaper. No card or note, just flowers in colours you despise. He had to be doing this purposefully, giving you another reason to fight with him and pull the plug on this trainwreck. The three of you watch as he makes the rounds, and your frown grows into something that can only be labelled as repulsion. God, you need to end this. Everything about him is giving you the ick. Your mind wonders about the breakdown of your relationship and how to do it, how to get out of tonight a single woman and – Kirishima’s voice disrupts your daydreams.

Eijiro greets Bakugou first. Spotting the blonde as he steps into the restaurant, he calls out to his best friend with a loud Hey! You look up and see your best friend standing in the entryway to the restaurant, strong arms full of the most beautiful bouquet you have ever seen. Pink and purple hydrangeas spill over the lilac wrapping paper, adorned with baby’s breath and pastel tulips, stalks of greenery, and there was even a hint of jasmine bordering the main bulk of the blooms. Your heart squeezes. He had gotten all your favourites despite most of them being out of season and insanely hard to acquire. You hear shuffling from the far end of the table, but pay it no mind as Katsuki saunters towards you. He had followed the theme, dressed in a suit and tie with his hair combed down in a slicked-back style that accentuates the sharp lines that make up his face. The suit was snug but not small, fitting his muscles and broad shoulders just right in a way that made your stomach twist. Heat blooms across your face, and you squeeze the hand that is now in yours.

“Can you fuck him already, please?” Mina teases, squeezing your hand back.

“I’m working on it.” You whisper back as a joke despite the obvious heat filling your body.

The girls laugh beside you. “oh, she’s working on it,” Jiro echoes your confession, snickering as Mina makes a lewd gesture.

“She’s working on what?” Katsuki asks as he reaches the three of you. “Hi.” His greeting is solely to you.

“Hi.” You parrot, feeling the girls leave your side in exchange for Bakugou’s arms.

He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you right up against his toned body and squeezes. You’re lifted from the floor, hauled into the air and spun as soft laughs leave you, and for a moment, it is only the two of you.

You’re lowered back to the ground, arms still wrapped around each other as he whispers his congratulations. “Happy birthday, pretty girl.” A kiss is pressed to your cheek, and you feel lightheaded.

Cold air fills the space once occupied by him as he pulls back, reaching down to grab the bouquet he had placed on the table and shows you the arrangement.

“Pink and purple hydrangeas,” he announces just loud enough to be heard by your boyfriend sitting a few seats down. “And tickets to the flower festival next month. You can take him, but I’m also free that weekend, and I have a car…” his words trail off at the obvious jab at your car-less partner. “I also put my card down as payment, so go wild, okay?”

“‘Suki.” you reprimand in a breathy giggle, having already been through this with him via text, but you can’t help but swoon at his chivalry.

“It’s your birthday, angel. I can’t have you paying for it.” You blush again at the pet name but frown up at him nonetheless.

Bakugou smiles back and presses another kiss to the top of your head before pulling away to greet everyone else.

“I seriously thought you were about to kiss him just then.” Jiro snickers, reappearing at your side the second you’re alone.

“I seriously did, too.”

--

It is a small dinner. Only a handful of your close friends and their partners but all the people you know and care for, and they you, so when your cake is brought out, and the songs are sung, you feel loved, and that love is continued through dessert as the game Whispers from Heaven begins. 

Jiro and Mina gush about your undivided love and loyalty; Denki smiles and recalls your generosity and patience during the afternoon you had helped him through math homework (and he swore his eternal oath to you from that day on); Kiri tears up at the mention of his emo days and how you had been his friend even when he looked like a My Chemical Romance extra; Momo praising your loving and unjudgmental heart, Sero gifting you the title of World’s Best Mom despite having no actual children but the care and devotion you had shown to your friend group earned you many a mother’s day present and Bakugou toasting your entire being for you had been his friend since middle school and stuck by him through all the happened during UA and the subsequent years, how you had been a rock in his life and every year had been a blessing and he wished for many more to come. Zuku and Ochaco had written their whispers in via text (a mission had taken them away from your dinner ), and their words had been just as sweet.

You were tearing up as everyone gushed about you, wiping at your eyes before they could even fall, but as your boyfriend’s turn came, the air shifted.

“Uhh, she is….” He stammers, nervously looking around the table at your friends, all waiting for his answer.

In theory, he should have the best point. He is your boyfriend, after all, two years shared together, but as he sits there, floundering like a fish with his mouth opening and closing, you feel your patience start to snap. Maybe you were going to break it off tonight. The guilt of leaving him potentially homeless and broke had been keeping you around for months, and you think he knows that, and that’s why he hadn’t gotten a job or made any move to progress his life.

Are you about to be free and single again? Is he about to seal his fate of living out of his parent’s garage? Part of you hopes yes; is desperate to say goodbye to the soul and money-sucking leech that had been attached to you for months now, but part of you feels bad for him.

“Ohh! I’ve got it!” he announces, holding his glass of wine in the air in a toast.

You hold your breath, unaware of what his answer is going to be.

“She has a really good ass. So hot,” he laughs and tips his glass to the sky, “the back shots are fucking amazing.”

Your jaw slackens at this confession.

There is a chorus of gasps and snorts of astonishment as your group comes to terms with what has just been said. Jiro slaps her hand over her mouth as both Momo and Mina’s head whip towards her, eyes wide and brows raised. Denki blushes red but hides it behind his hands; Sero and Kiri are staring at Bakugou, who is glaring at your boyfriend.

“What?” Katsuki asks, tilting his head in confusion. 

Your boyfriend bristles. “I was put on the spot.”

There is a beat of silence as everyone comes to terms with what has just been said.

Bakugou shakes his head and gently returns the wine glass to the table, quiet rage simmering in his eyes. His gaze flicks to you in awaiting permission, and when you tilt your head approving of whatever it is he is about to do, he smiles and turns his fangs towards your boyfriend. 

“Get up.” the order is soft, as not to make a scene, but there is a promise of violence in his tone. 

Your boyfriend makes no move to stand, so Katsuki repeats his order. When there is still no movement from the slug sitting across from him, Bakugou stands with a grace only acquired after years of training to win fights and reclasps the buttons of his jacket, ever the gentleman. Each step towards your boyfriend is fuelled by hate and indignation, and when he finally reaches him, Katsuki grips him by the scruff of the neck, much like a father does to their young son.

“You need to get up and leave before I take you outside.” Katsuki seethes, bending down to your boyfriend’s level.

“You-no-I..” your boyfriend scrambles, face blanching at the pro-hero before him.

“Nuh uh, I don’t want to hear anything from you.” The hand on your boyfriend’s neck tightens. “Get up and go home, pack your shit and leave. I don’t care where you go, but by the time Honey and I get home, you will be gone because I can make people like you disappear in a second, yeah?” 

Your boyfriend looks around at the table, hoping to find sympathy from the other heroes, but none comes. “I’m going to tell everyone you’re threatening me; you can’t do this!” 

“I’m not doing anything, and everyone here has seen me ask you to leave nicely; I’m even offering to get you an Uber since I know you don’t drive.” 

A chorus of acknowledgement of Bakugou’s charity rises from the table. You bite down on your cheeks to stop the smile tugging at your lips as you watch your now ex-boyfriend scramble for his coat, dread dragging down each movement. He turns to you, brows furrowed in fear and confusion, hoping to find comfort in someone he had disrespected time and time again, but instead, you just beam and bid him goodbye.

“Are you really gonna call him an Uber?” Denki pipes up. 

Katsuki scoffs. “No, he can walk home.” 

--

“What are ya’ working on?” Katsuki asks from beside you as you sit on the curb outside your apartment building. 

You had pulled up ten minutes ago but opted to stay out and talk, enjoying the warm spring breeze.

“Huh?” you turn to face your best friend.

“When I turned up, you and the girls were talking about you workin’ on something. Is there something at work or?” 

You blush at the question. 

“Ahh, well, I’m-“you grin. “Well, I’m working on you.” Your confession falls from your mouth before your brain can process it. 

“Me?” Bakugou’s brows stitch together. 

“yeah, I’m working on not killing you for paying for dinner and shit like that.” You rush to lie in order to cover your confession. “You always do that after I-“ 

Katsuki’s hands grabbing your cheeks stop your rambling, and then his lips are on yours. He cups your face with a gentleness unknown to you, finger hooking under your jaw to tilt your chin up as he kisses you. You melt into his mouth, opening as his tongue swipes across your bottom lip. Breathing becomes difficult as your hands grab at his waist, desperate to close the distance between your bodies, but he pulls back and leans his forehead against yours. 

“You’re such a bad liar, you know that?” his breathing is ragged. 

“I was hoping you didn’t catch on to that, but I’m so glad you did.” 

~ a/n: NOT PROOFREAD! goes a long with this. x ( just another lil drabble about how my ex was a piece of shit and for my birthday got me the flowers I hate. but then on valentine’s day my friend got me a bouquet of my favourite flowers so it couldn’t have been that hard, right)  updated version 2.0

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[maddietries]

I’m home!

hello this is my first head cannon thingy so please be nice💕

Dad!bakugou x fem!reader

Character: K!Bakugou Warnings: slight suggestive comments at the end

Genre:fluff like tooth rotting fluff

Dad!Bakugou who just wants to go home to his little girl and his beautiful wife

Dad!Bakugou who yells “Honey I’m home!” Just to see his girls as soon as possible

Dad!Bakugou Who picks his little girl up and gives you a ton of kisses

Dad!Bakugou who ask his toddler to help him cook (she’s just taste testing things)

Dad!Bakugou who hand feeds his little girl at dinner, and oh if she doesn’t like it he’s up making her favorite food

Dad!Bakugou who is watches her favorite show with her while she’s playing but also while cuddling you.

Dad!Bakugou who reads her a story and cuddles her until she falls asleep

Dad!Bakugou who comes into your shared room plops on top of you and says “we should make another one, and maybe a few after that”

#-picking flowers 💐 #maddietries #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #dad!bakugou #bakugou x reader fluff #mha bakugou #bakugou drabble #bakugou fluff #first fic #bakugou x fem!reader

[dumbificat]

hi Dumbi!! Thought I'd drop by hehe :33

What about a small bouquet with Tulips and Lilies, wrapped in a ribbon with Argenti??

I say this with every request I've sent to someone, but sorry if I did anything wrong :,DD

hello dear ! thank you for your order, here is your bouquet:

☆ - argenti fluff | wc: 228 ♡ - no warnings | gn reader ♪ - note:: i hope this is okay for you :D ★ - taglist -> @ryuryuryuyurboat @imapencil | join my taglist / comment to join my event tag list

• flower shop event post

meeting argenti would be quite the occurrence, and one you’ll never forget.

you were just out and about in the city, going about your day when you spot a billboard nearby.

on it was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen, flowing fiery hair and gorgeous emerald eyes looking right back at you.

it left you awestruck to say the least.

you weren’t looking where you were going. though, you couldn’t be faulted when you bumped into someone.

you almost fell, yet their strong arms held you tightly to their chest.

looking up, you met their gaze with a wince, in pain from the impact. those emerald eyes…

it was him! what were the chances?

you gasped at the revelation, moving from his arms as quick as you could.

he looked… hesitant to let you go.

there was now some distance between you, though he still held onto your arm as gently as he could.

you sputtered out apologies before going to leave, not wanting to take up more of his time.

before you could, he tugged lightly on your arm.

you turned, eyes meeting once more.

“hold on, i simply cannot let you leave before i tell you this. you are truly beautiful. i must say, meeting you might have been an accident, but it was no mistake. i can only hope to see you again soon.”

thank you for your order, please reblog if you enjoyed !

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[hongcherry]

Hii! I hope you're doing well! Can you please write something based on this? I was thinking about the reader feeling jealous and wanting Jungkook's attention and he finds it cute, but the reader feels even more sad thinking JK is "laughing at their feelings" and not taking them seriously (happy ending, please 😀). I literally love your works and you were the first blog who came to my mind when I had this idea. 💖 English is not my first language and this is my first time requesting, so I'm sorry if there is any mistakes. Tysm in advance, take caree! 💕

my type || jjk

"For some, having a whiny, needy partner may be annoying. For Jungkook, you're just his type."

💗 Pairing: nonIdol!Jungkook x Reader (f)

💗 Rating/Genre/AUs: NC-17; Fluff; established relationship, non idol au

💗 Warnings: Pet names (princess, babe/baby, angel), a lil suggestive at the end if you use your imagination

💗 Word Count: 793

💗 Author's Note: Apologies for how late this is! Tysm for sending in your ask!!! So glad to have you here. I'm very honored that you thought of me first (no one has told me that before omfg 😭) and love my works D: And don't worry about mistakes, there's no judgment on my blog 💜 English is hard 😭 (and you wrote so well!). I hope you enjoy!

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Jungkook’s not supposed to be this invested in the movie.

You had put on a random film as an excuse to cuddle him since he’s been nose-deep in his music. You get it. He has a show he has to prepare for, but he’s been so focused on his performance that he’s been neglecting you.

Jungkook sits with his eyes glued to the TV, enraptured as the main character fights their enemy. His hand was rubbing your side earlier but stopped as his interest grew. You wait patiently for him to continue his light touches, but he never does.

You shift slightly in your spot in hopes to encourage him to pay attention to you. He remains still. You trace his tattoos. He doesn’t spare you a glance.

A small whine leaves your mouth.

“Kookie,” you say, peering at him to see if he looks at you. Unfortunately, he doesn’t seem to hear you over the screaming from the screen.

After your third attempt, you take matters into your own hands.

You climb into his lap and grab his handsome face.

“Please stop ignoring me, Koo,” you pout.

Jungkook’s gaze slowly moves from the TV behind you to your eyes. His eyes begin to crinkle at your expression.

“Have you been trying to get my attention, Princess?” he asks, hands coming up to massage your hips.

You huff, but it’s not from anger. More from anguish and eagerness. “Yes! For the past like… five minutes!”

Jungkook laughs. “Oh? Sorry, babe. The movie’s almost over, okay? Then I’ll give you what you want.”

Before you can reply, he pulls you closer so you’re forced to hug him. He’s quiet as he goes back to his movie, hands languidly rubbing you. However, like before, they eventually still.

You don’t want to be that needy partner who needs affection 24/7, but you’re starting to feel desperate. You’ve been deprived of his attention for weeks, and now a stupid movie has captured your boyfriend’s focus instead.

To make matters worse, he laughed at you. Laughed! As if he thought this is amusing to him, but you’re not amused.

You’re tempted to get up and leave, announcing something about how if he won’t give you interest then you don’t need to be there, but you’re tired of not getting what you want.

You’ve been wanting his attention for so long, and you’re going to get it.

Now.

You push against his chest as you sit up before cupping his face again. This time, you don’t give him time to say much before you capture his lips with yours.

“Wha-Hmph!”

You press your mouth harder against his when you feel him trying to pull away.

His lips stretch in a wide smile into the kiss, chest vibrating from his silent laughter. Finally, after a few more seconds, you pull away.

“You’re ignoring me,” you state matter-of-factly.

Jungkook laughs again, which causes your frown to deepen.

“And you’re laughing at my feelings! Do you not care that you’re in a relationship?” you whine.

Jungkook’s laughter eases as he becomes serious. “Awh, my poor baby. I’m sorry,” he says softly.

He guides you down to kiss you once more. It’s shorter this time.

“I didn’t mean to ignore you. You know how I get when I’m focused,” he explains. You’re aware it’s easy for him to zero in on whatever he’s doing.

“I know,” you sigh, “but I wish you would find some time for me, too.”

He nods in understanding. “I’ll try better.”

Your lips still linger in a pout as you stare at him.

“You’re so cute,” Jungkook chuckles. “My needy princess.”

“I’m not cute,” you argue with a huff. Sadly, you can’t argue the “needy” part.

“You’re very cute,” he insists. He brings a hand up and rubs your cheek softly.

“I just want you to stop ignoring me.” Your voice is quiet. Sad almost.

Jungkook smiles. “You have my attention. That’s all my baby wants, right? You don’t want me to look at anyone or anything else unless it’s you, hm?”

He sounds a little taunting, a little too cocky, but you don’t care. You don’t care if you’re boosting his silly ego or if you’re being selfish. You deserve to feel loved, and you know Jungkook loves you. He’s just been distracted.

You nod repeatedly.

Jungkook repositions you both on the couch, so you’re laying down. He hovers over you, strong arms resting on either side of your face. His long hair dangles down toward you.

“You can have it all, angel,” he murmurs. “You can have all of me. How does that sound?”

“Sounds like a dream,” you say, hands rising to play with his hair and earning you a cheeky smile from Jungkook.

Thank you again! I need cheeky Jungkook 🫠 im needy, jungkook, we'd be perfect together.

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[sluttywoozi]

helloooo I’m sure you’ve got tons of requests but could you do Vernon reacting to and getting flustered by the reader in thigh high socks? Maybe nsfw 👀👀👀👀👀

Rating: M (18+) | Word Count: ~0.6k | Warnings: suggestive thoughts, not proofread

Vernon sits across from you on your bed, notes spread out around him and laptop resting on his knees. You haven’t been studying long, maybe twenty minutes, but Vernon just can’t focus. 

It’s not his fault though! How is he supposed to care about anaerobic respiration when you’re two feet away and dressed like this?

Your thumb swipes absently over your lip, and Vernon battles to hold in the sigh. He’s used to being affected by you, has always thought you were beautiful and hot and sexy and a walking wet dream, but now you’re wearing thigh high socks, and Vernon thinks his heart might give out from how hard it’s been pounding since you opened the door. 

You’re dressed normally otherwise, a big tshirt and your favorite lounge shorts, and he’s trying not to let his eyes wander but it’s just so difficult when your legs are right there, covered in soft white fabric, each curve and bend highlighted. And fuck, the way the elastic band pinches your thighs a bit has him salivating. 

Vernon bets you’d feel so good under his hands, so soft and smooth and warm, and he can imagine the way your plush flesh would give under his touch, thinks about slipping a finger under the band and pulling, making it snap against your skin, watching your thigh jiggle with the force. 

He knows he’ll dream tonight of slowly rolling them down your legs, of rubbing the indent where the band nipped into your flesh, of tracing the lines the seams left in your skin with his tongue. 

He wonders if you’d let him, if you’d want him to put his hands on you, slide his palms from your ankles to your knees to your thighs, if you’d let him kiss his way down and slowly guide the socks back up, if you’d let him push your legs apart and fill the space with his head, let him breathe you in and lick you open, let him taste you, let him know you, let him break you. 

And fuck, Vernon wishes he wasn’t thinking about you like this, knows he’s already lucky you’re nice enough to help him with Bio, knows he can’t afford to fuck this up considering how much help he actually needs, but he can’t stop thinking about your legs in these socks. 

He’s pretty sure you don’t even know, too wrapped up in your own studying to notice how his eyes are glued to you, and when you change positions for the 15th time, he has to close his eyes to escape the image of you stretching your legs out straight and pointing your toes. 

When he blinks his eyes open again, you’re sitting on your knees, your thighs flattened with the pressure, and now the band is tight on your skin, creating two perfect divots that leave just enough space for his hand. 

His gaze is locked on you, his eyes half-lidded and heavy, and he’s trying not to imagine tackling you onto the bed, pulling your little shorts to the side and sliding his fingers between your thighs, when you say his name.

He has to pull his laptop closer to hide the way his cock is starting to press against his jeans, looks up at you with wide eyes and what he hopes is an innocent expression, hoping beyond all hope that you have no idea what’s been running through his mind. 

You ask him about lactic acid fermentation, and he digs through his brain to find the answer, feels some tension leave his shoulders when you smile, feels his dick get just a bit harder when you tell him good job, and resigns himself to a very uncomfortable study session. 

continued here!

#vernon smut #vernon drabble #vernon scenarios #vernon x you #vernon x reader #vernon x gn!reader #vernon x female reader #✨emily answers✨ #monamonay 💐 #thank you for requesting ily!! #sorry it's not longer #ive got a lot on my to do list #i complain as if its not my own fault #anyway #hope you enjoy!!

[kavehayi]

neuvillette drabble

fluff - using his tail during cuddle sessions.

author's note: i was just thinking this in the middle of class i was like "ohmygodwhatifneuviusedhis-" and then my mind went to five different ideas and this one was rhe cutest, anyways enjoy the short read - 💐

ok so hear me out, neuvillette is a dragon sovereign right??? he has to have a tail then right? it just makes sense. so so so listen, listen…what if when you guys cuddle he’d wrap his tail around the both of you to make you guys closer. also his tail would warm both of you up enough to where you’d immediately fall asleep. unless you like sleeping cold then that works too.

#genshin fics #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin drabbles #drabbles #genshin impact #genshin #🍰 drabbles #made by 💐

[diorleclerc]

charles giving reader a facial 🤭

-💐

ugh yessss pls

i think charles would have a thing for cumming on you

when he’s not filling you up, he’s marking you up with his cum

on your tits, pussy, face… literally anywhere

the first time he cums on your face, you’re the one who brings it up and suggests it

you had sucked on his cock for a little bit before he took over and started jerking off, aiming for your chest

but right before he cums, you speak up

“can you cum on my face?”

he nearly cums on the spot at your request

“are you sure baby?”

and when you nod, he aims his cock at your face, jerking himself off quickly before his cum paints your face

your eyes close as his cum sprays on your face, opening your mouth to try and catch some on your tongue

“this has got to be the prettiest sight i’ve ever seen,” he says, watching as you wipe some of his cum off your cheek and lick it off your finger

“fucking love seeing you covered in my cum,” he mutters, wiping his thumb across your cheek before letting you suck on it

“i prefer when you fill me up,” you say, smirking up at him

“get on the bed mon amour.”

#cl #diorleclerc drabbles #💐 nonnie

[daisyvisions]

Help 😭 I was thinking about being CEO sangie’s wife and he’d be so fucking smug when he gets you pregnant 😭 like, you’d be a couple months along and your bump started showing, so at a fancy company event he has going on, he has you wear a dress that shows the bump. When he’s doing his speeches and all that, he’ll say, “and lastly, but most importantly, I’d like to thank MY beautiful wife who is currently carrying our child” or smth with the most smug look on his face 😭 When people go up to you to congratulate you on the pregnancy, he’d have his arm around your waist with the most smug “yeah I did that” look on his face

- 🍞

TW: Breeding & mentions of pregnant kink

ugh this post reminds me of this because that's EXACTLY how Sangyeon would be. Everyone perceives him as a gentle and very friendly guy (which he is ofc) BUT they don't know how he's like with you especially HOW he got you pregnant.

behind closed doors he's a nasty breeder and is obsessed with getting you pregnant. Seeing you pregnant does things to him tbh not only does he show it off but his pants? lets just say he's trying hard not to sport an erection in public 😵‍💫

#lee sangyeon #sangyeon #sangyeon smut #sangyeon scenarios #sangyeon fic #sangyeon x reader #tbz smut #the boyz smut #the boyz hard hours #tbz scenarios #the boyz fic #the boyz fanfic #tbz drabbles #kpop smut #Daisy’s 🍞💐 #sangyeon hard hours

[yenqa]

NEW ROMANTICS!

synopsis : y/n continuously struggles to contain her growing feelings for her crush (and longtime friend), lee heeseung.

013 : favorite girl

wc : 1.0k

"jake, i can’t do this."

he groans, and even though heeseung couldn’t see him, he knew jake rolled his eyes too.

"dude, you literally planned this whole date out, you don’t have a choice."

and he's right, heeseung doesn’t. but nothing could ever prepare him for the amount of ways this date could go. and he doesn’t want to figure out any of the options.

but what’s the worst you could do? sweet, kind, you? you who made him cookies over just teaching you math? you who always made sure he was well fed?

heeseung always thought you were kind. he’s always known you as the sweet girl who helped him in middle school. it was a feeling he was content with, one that didn’t phase him when mentioned. but him liking you? that was a new feeling, one that he hadn’t known until recently, one that made his hands fidget or made his words come out faster than he wanted.

and the days he knew, he didn’t know how to act. your sweet smile made him melt, melting all the thoughts flowing through his head.

he couldn’t remember how he acted before he knew, or how you would’ve been acting if he liked you back—or even if you liked him back. but today, he was willing to take that chance, after all, today was a new day. a new day that would go well, he assured himself.

with a pep talk from jake, he feels like he’s ready. ready to face any feelings that you may have for him or not any feelings at all, ready to know what to say, even if it sounds stupid. all he knows is that he just needs to pick you up, and hopefully, he’ll find the right words to say.

he checks his picnic basket for the nth time, making sure all your favorite snacks, and drinks are there. he lets out a sigh of relief and turns on the car.

the car roars as he turns the engine on, he backs out of his parking before turning left, to your house.

the roads seem endless, the stoplights seem to be plotting against him, but still, he’s at your house at 11:03am. he walks up to the door, pushing the doorbell.

he greets your mom like he always does, secretly keeping his eye out for you. but, his searching doesn’t go unnoticed once you lock eyes with him. and-

he realizes he has it bad for you.

your sweet, sweet smile greets him once again, the same one that makes his brain turn into complete mush.

you both say goodbye to your mom. he slightly picks up his pace to open your car door for you.

you giggle, "thank you heeseung."

and—god was your laugh pretty. he could listen to it all day—everyday and never get tired of it.

"hi pretty, how was your day?" he asks.

"it was good! also—was i supposed to bring something? like food or drinks? because i feel bad that i brought nothing."

he chuckles, "you didn’t have to bring anything other than yourself," that was all he wanted anyway.

"what’s the special occasion? i feel like this is kind of out of the blue." you ask, silently scanning him. he hopes you don’t see how nervous he is.

his eyebrows furrow, "what? can’t a man see his favorite girl?"

your eyes widen slightly, and he’s scared he’s messed it all up. before you reply with, "favorite girl? i didn’t know i meant that much to you, pretty boy."

the car stops at a red light, and he looks over to you, "of course you mean that much to me, why do you think i would plan this out if i didn’t care?"

"you planned this out? is something happening that i’m not aware of?"

now he’s officially fucked his chance up, seems like he never thinks before he talks. quickly, he regains composure, putting on a playful smirk, "you’ll see."

the conversation continues with flirty remarks, ones that come out of his mouth without even noticing. soon he turns into the park, recognizing the spot that he had chosen the other day.

a spot of shade far from anyone, a pretty tree with bushes of flowers covering you from the bright sun. there it’s quiet, seeming like there's no one else in the world but you two.

he lays down the plaid blanket, flattening it out for you two to sit on it. you smile, a small gasp coming out of you when you see your favorite snacks and drinks all assorted for you in the small basket. "how’d you know i love these?" you ask, showing him one of the many foods in there.

"i told you, i pay attention," he chuckles, like it was common knowledge.

"thank you heeseung, for doing this. but if i didn’t know any better, i’d think you’d be proposing or something," you laugh.

"maybe another time," he replies without a thought.

"what?"

and heeseung takes a deep breath, and starts up again.

"y/n, you’re so sweet, so sweet that i smile everytime i think about you, and once i do i can’t stop. i can’t stop thinking about you all the time, about your contagious laugh and beautiful smile, one that makes me lose all composure once i see it. i just like you so much, i can’t help it. and i planned this all out just so i could ask you—"

you giggle, "god- just shut up and kiss me already," you plant your lips to his, and you can feel his initial shock, before relaxing, kissing you back. you wrap your hands around his neck loosely, wanting to deepen it before he pulls away.

his smile is big, so big. one that you can’t seem to get enough of either.

"does this mean i can be your boyfriend?" he asks, and his voice is more confident, more content with the outcome of his nervously planned date.

"does this give you an answer?"

and with that, you smash your lips against his again.

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[http-tokki]

Levi, am I your first love?

~ levi ackerman x reader ~ tags/cw: fluff, sweet moments with levi. levi fluff! teeth rooting sweetness ~ wc: 230 ~ “Levi, am I your first love?” "No."

“Levi, am I your first love?” You ask gently, afraid of prying too far into his past. Levi surely couldn’t have loved before, he had told you he has never felt the way he feels with you, the depth of his feelings; the closeness to love. 

“No.” his answer is blunt. There is no messing around with his response, factual and straight to the point. 

“Oh,” the noise comes out of you in a quick breath. He was so quick to answer, was he going to admit to something you didn’t want to know the answer to. 

“But, you are the only one that matters” he turns to face you. Silver eyes glinting in the low light, smile tilting his lips upwards ever so slightly. “I’ve never felt what I feel for you. You’re not the first, but you are the last and the most important.” 

“Oh” 

“It doesn’t matter who I loved first because you are the one I love the most and the one I will continue to love until I’m not breathing, and even then I might come back and haunt you.” he laughs quietly. “Scared you for a second, didn’t I?” 

“Yes, and I think it made me not love you,” you tease, pushing on his shoulder. “I’m rescinding my love.” 

“My heart, how could you?” Levi clutches his chest dramatically. “How will I go on?” 

“Go ask the one before me.” 

a/n: I think I’m back ? I’ve had a lot of shit happen in my personal life (death and what not) but I think I’m back. This one is inspired by Hozier’s new songs All Things End and Francesca.

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[lambden]

Three sentence fic:

Eskel and Jaskier

Florist/Bakery AU

💐❤️🥐

“I took this job because it meant getting up early,” admits Eskel. “Before I was a baker, all I did was party— I’d usually still be out by the time I get up to make dough now. I needed a hard reset.”

Before Jaskier can commend him for his recovery or even inquire further, the baker leans onto the counter, towards him. From this close, Jaskier can see all the colours shot through his kind amber eyes, and smell the dough he’s been toiling over for the last few hours. Everything about the man is warm. Jaskier can’t help but lean in too, forgetting the bouquet in his hands, until—

“But you don’t strike me as a morning person,” the baker accuses, his smile twitching up in both corners. “So unless you really do have to hand-deliver fresh flowers every single morning to someone else down this road… is there a chance you’re just here to see me?”

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[dumbificat]

may I have a small bouquet of sunflowers (shared pain/injuries) and lillies, wrapped in a ribbon from kazuha?

thank you, have a lovely day 🌻

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☆ - kazuha fluff | wc: 336 ♡ - no warnings | gn reader ♪ - note:: thank you for your request !! i hope you enjoy :D ★ - taglist -> @https-furina @ryuryuryuyurboat @imapencil @mccnstruck

• flower shop event post

you knew you had a soulmate. you were just waiting to find them.

your whole life, you’d felt pain even when you were sleeping. random bruises, small cuts and the likes could be found all over you.

you were down in liyue harbour, just enjoying a nice day near the sea.

of course, nothing can go to plan.

someone trips, stumbling towards you with a plank of wood held above their head.

you were quick to react, dodging just out-of-the-way enough to avoid the plank.

you weren’t, however, fast enough to avoid the man who tripped; he banged into your shoulder with a thud. he apologised and went on his way.

through the rush of adrenaline, you couldn’t feel the pain in your shoulder. you could hear someone else’s pain, though.

your head whipped around to see a man sitting nearby, ruby red eyes that matched the streak in his hair.

he clutched his shoulder, looking visibly confused at the injury. you could only think of it as a coincidence, but when he bit his lip and you felt it you couldn’t believe it.

you took tentative steps towards him, pinching your arm in different places in hopes that he’d react.

when you were closer, his eyes met yours and you knew.

you were in awe - in front of you was your soulmate! at the same time, you had questions for this mystery guy. like, ‘why do you get hurt so much? did you know it hurt me too?’

as he looked up at you from where he sat, a soft breeze brushing through soft cream coloured hair, the words got caught in your throat.

what you did instead, you might find yourself regretting in the future. you punched your own arm, hard enough to leave a mark.

the pain didn’t bother you but it left the man dumbfounded.

“now, is that really how you greet your soulmate?”

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[hongcherry]

hello 👋 if your requests are still open, can u pls write a jk x reader ff where the reader is planning to do a surprise birthday party for him - so they're busy and hiding things - and jk starts to think they're cheating on him or something like that (i wanna a happy ending, pls!) feel free to decline it, ty in advance, take your time 💓

in the dark || jjk

"Jungkook can't stop second-guessing his relationship when you start acting suspicious."

🥳 Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (gn)

🥳 Rating/Genres/AUs: PG-15; Angst, fluff; Established relationship

🥳 Warnings: reader has they/them pronouns, misunderstanding, mentions of possible cheating

🥳 Word Count: 1.3k

🥳 Author's Note: Tysm for the request!!! Sorry for being so late in fulfilling it! 😭 Also, I had to use this cute gif! It doesn't fit the vibe of the fic entirely, but it's so fun. Anyway, enjoy! ^-^

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Jungkook’s first clue is a phone call he overhears one night.

Your voice is hushed, making it obvious that you don’t want anyone to hear you. The issue with that is he’s the only one living with you, so whatever it is you are trying to hide, you are trying to hide from him.

He trusts you. He’s been with you for nearly three years and has never had a reason not to. Until now.

He can’t help the sneaking suspicion something is going on.

Jungkook’s second clue is when you rush to bury something when he comes into the bedroom. He’s had a long day at work and just wants to snuggle into your warmth, but he’s rigid with uncertainty.

“Hi, babe,” you greet with that pretty smile of yours.

“Whatcha’ doing?” he asks slowly, eyes drifting to the closet.

“Oh,” you startle. “I was trying to grab something from the top shelf and stuff fell by accident. No biggie!”

“I could’ve helped,” he says.

“I know, but sometimes I just wanna’ do things myself, you know?” you shrug, then walk toward him. You wrap your arms around his taut torso and gently guide him to the bed. You give him plenty of kisses to distract him. And it works.

He wakes in the middle of the night. He examines the closet but finds nothing. If something was there, you moved it already.

That doesn’t help his paranoia. He goes back to bed but ends up staring at the staring for thirty minutes, listening to your even breathing as he thinks.

Jungkook’s third, and final, clue is when he catches you sneaking back home in the middle of the night.

“Kook,” you gasp when you enter. It’s dark in the home; there’s only the light from the TV.

He watches you carefully from the couch. You set down your belongings, which don’t look out of the ordinary, before you sit next to him.

Jungkook’s known for his excellent sense of smell, so it’s not a surprise that he gets a whiff of… Cologne? Perfume? Whatever it is, it’s not normally associated with you.

Where have you been?

“What are you doing up so late?” you question, leaning into him and brushing some hair from his face.

He leans away slightly from your touch.

He’s not sure what to do. He wants to confront you, but he’s scared of the answer.

“Just couldn’t sleep,” he mumbles. Partly true. He also wanted to see where you had gone.

“I’m sorry,” you frown. “Do you want me to stay with you?”

He shakes his head. “I’ll be fine, you can go to sleep.”

You eye him, and he knows you’re trying to discover what’s wrong. Not wanting you to suspect he’s onto you just yet, he turns his face. He plants a quick kiss on your lips before giving your leg a soft pat.

“Really, I’ll be okay,” he reassures.

Sighing, you wish him goodnight and tell him you love him before you leave. He mumbles his love you under his breath.

Jungkook can’t even celebrate his birthday at work because he’s too busy thinking about what you’re doing.

“You’ve been acting strange,” Jimin, his friend and coworker, announces at lunch.

“So, I’m not the only one who noticed?” Namjoon, another friend, says. While Namjoon works in the same building, he doesn’t work with Jungkook directly.

“Do you guys think Yn is cheating on me?” Jungkook suddenly asks.

Jimin and Namjoon stare at him in shock.

“Why do you think that?” Namjoon questions.

Jungkook huffs as he thinks back to all the odd things you’ve done recently.

“They’ve been hiding things from me and whispering in other rooms. They came home really late last night smelling like someone else,” he explains.

Jimin pushes his food around his plate, uneasy. Though, Jungkook doesn’t notice. He’s too worried about you.

“They wouldn’t do that to you, Jungkook,” Namjoon speaks up.

“Yeah, they love you,” Jimin adds. “Maybe it’ll all make sense soon.”

“What do you mean?” Jungkook asks.

Jimin tries to offer some comfort through his smile. “Sometimes it takes time to understand things.”

“I truly wouldn’t worry about Yn,” Namjoon reassures.

Jungkook’s not sure if he believes his friends. Not to mention Jimin’s cryptic message didn’t help. He spends the rest of the day still trying to solve this strange puzzle.

By the time Jungkook’s outside his home, he’s fully prepared to sit you down and voice his concerns. He doesn’t want this relationship with you to deteriorate because he’s too afraid to be honest. If you’re cheating, he would rather know and get closure. He doesn’t want to end things on speculations.

“Okay,” he mumbles to himself as he rolls his shoulders. “It’ll be fine. Just open the door and—”

“He could be here any minute!” He swears that’s your voice on the other side. “You need to hide so he can’t see you!”

That’s enough, Jungkook huffs to himself.

He quickly unlocks the door and pushes it open with more force than necessary.

He’s prepared to find a half-naked person cowering behind the couch, but instead, his hair is blasted from his face with a strong puff of air.

Then there’s something falling onto his face as he hears, “Surprise!”

Jungkook finally realizes it’s confetti gliding down in front of him. He sputters as he accidentally eats a few pieces.

“Happy birthday, baby!”

Your face appears out of the confetti cloud, a smile so big it must hurt.

Jungkook’s so startled, he can’t say anything right away. His eyes roam his home, seeing friends and family gathered with matching party hats and noisy blowouts. Streamers and balloons are decorating the area.

“What’s this?” he finally voices.

“A surprise party for the birthday boy!” Jin says.

“A surprise party,” he repeats slowly.

His eyes catch Jimin’s and Namjoon’s gaze. They give him reassuring smiles before glancing at you. You stare at him, smile a little deflated now.

“Y-you weren’t cheating on me?” he asks quietly.

Your eyes widen and now your smile is fully gone. “Huh? Why would I be cheating on you? Y-you think I’d do that?”

Jungkook can hear the hurt in your voice.

“I-No? I’m—” he sighs. He doesn’t want to have this conversation in front of everyone.

“Yn’s been organizing this party for you,” Namjoon steps in. “It was their idea to get everything together. They’ve been planning for weeks and gathering supplies. Last night, some of us got together to blow up balloons and finish cooking the treats for today.”

The pieces to Jungkook’s puzzle gradually fall into place. From you whispering in a phone call, hiding things in the closet, and coming home late at night smelling differently.

Jungkook feels like an idiot.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he suddenly gushes and pulls you in for a tight hug. Relief floods him. He jumped to conclusions and didn’t even consider you were doing something nice for him.

Your arms embrace him just as tight.

“I’m sorry that you thought I was cheating,” you mumble against his chest.

“It was just a misunderstanding,” he says. “I should’ve talked to you.”

“Well, I don’t know if that would’ve helped,” you answer honestly and pull away slightly. He stares at you confused.

Sheepishly, “Well, I wouldn’t want to ruin your surprise party.”

“Right,” he chuckles slowly. “I’m sorry I doubted you.”

“It’s okay,” you say and lean in.

Jungkook meets you halfway, kissing you tenderly.

“Happy birthday, Kookie,” you whisper when you pull away.

“Thank you, baby. For everything,” he says.

“Now that’s all sorted,” Hoseok interrupts. “Can the party begin?”

Jungkook glances at you with a growing smile, heart lighter and free from worry.

“We’ll take that as a yes,” Taehyung cheers and looks for Yoongi. “Drop the beat, Yoongs!”

“Not sure why you had to word it like that, but fine. Beat dropping… Now.”

Music suddenly plays on the TV and streamers are thrown in the air.

You grab his hand, pulling him from the entryway and to the cleared-out living space.

Maybe Jungkook isn’t fit for surprise parties, but he still appreciates everyone’s hard work. The only thing he dreads is the cleanup.

Though, shouldn’t the birthday boy get a pass on that?

I've never been part of a surprise birthday party, receiving or giving, have any of you? 😅

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