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[keyotos]

face-to-face

summary ↯

aventurine has a bit of a staring problem while shopping

tags ⎯ unestablished relationship. like we are in the baby stages of their relationship. minor jealousy. lots of banter. lowk dialogue heavy.

word count ⎯ 3.3k

tana's thoughts ⎯ aventurine has taken over my brain so here's a snippet of the series i'm writing

over the years, it's become easier for you to notice when someone stares at you. before, it was an uncomfortable feeling. you felt eyes peering over your shoulder as if you were a pest–it made your skin churn and shoulders twitch up self-consciously. now though, gazes move past you like air. you don't care as much about the opinions of other people–it's not like you'll be seeing them for long anyway.

except, today is different.

you can feel aventurine's colorful eyes trail your every move. from the moment you chose the necklace, to the moment you took it up to the cashier. he wasn't being as inconspicuous as he assumed to be: that died after the fifth glance that he shot your way while you were inspecting said necklace.

even through his glasses, aventurine's stare was burning and heavy. you never thought that such light-colored eyes could install such a hefty weight on your back, but aventurine proves you wrong.

while the cashier rings up your necklace, you look back at aventurine. coincidentally, he was already eyeing you before you even turned around. so when you catch him, he thinks that the other pieces of jewelry in the store are far more interesting than your face could ever be.

you scrunch your eyebrows and shake it off. by now, you're quite used to his unusual antics, so you brush him off. the cashier engages in light conversation with you, and then you feel it again. the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and everything feels like it's weighted down.

you bid the cashier goodbye, and aventurine follows you outside. his hands are in his pockets while he whistles, almost like he wants you to start talking. you shoot him a confused look back, your eyebrow raised and nose crinkled.

when he only whistles louder, you decide to poke the bear.

"okay, what is it?" you stop and turn to face him.

"what? you don't like my whistling?" aventurine responds with an innocent tone; he even shrugs his shoulders like he has no idea what's going on.

you huff, "not just the whistling. what's up with your staring?" you raise a hand up to his eyes, "we're supposed to be acting normal. i don't think gawking at the person you're shopping with is exactly normal."

aventurine's jolts back, like he was accused of murder instead of ogling. "i wasn't gawking."

you nod, "yeah, you were staring."

"those mean the same thing."

"i think you've been hanging out with the doctor too much," you roll your eyes and continue walking. aventurine quickly marches up to you, matching your pace sooner than you thought.

"are you trying to compare me to him? we're completely different people, you know that, right? i don't act like him at all," aventurine rambles on. his head is turned to you so that his mouth is directly next to your ear, meaning you hear all of his words. you can't tune him out like usual.

"first of all," it's your turn to look at him, "i just said you hang out with him a lot. and you do, don't you?" aventurine's lips fall into a flat as you say that.

"and second of all, stop changing the subject. why were you staring at me back there?"

the man next to you huffs, and it sounds nearly childlike, "i'm not changing the subject. i'm just trying to tell you that i'm nothing like the doctor," he says with disdain.

"you are changing the subject, otherwise you wouldn't be talking about dr. ratio as much as you are now," you glance around at the various stores surround the two of you, and for a second, you swear that you see aventurine's eyes linger on you once more.

"you did it again!" you fully stop, pointing a finger at his eyes.

aventurine has to catch himself before he falls over at your sudden stop. "what? what are you talking about?"

"you keep glancing over at me! do i have something in my face? my teeth?" a large smile blossoms across your face as you beam at aventurine. for a moment, his annoyed facade falters, and his face relaxes.

"no, and if you did, i'd tell you," he swats a hand in your face, "i don't know what you're talking about."

you roll your eyes. it's obvious that he's hiding something, because usually his lies are more believable. but when you're catching him in the act, denial is not a good way to refute false claims.

"yeah, whatever," you look around the plaza the two of you are currently in when another store catches your eye. your face instantly brightens, and you wander towards the doors.

it's another clothing store, similar to all the other ones on the planet. except, something specific drew you here, and it was the display of hats they had near the window. you walk up to it, spinning the shelf around a few times to grasp onto all the options. your eyes are wide and your mouth is slightly parted as you examine each hat with awe.

unbeknownst to you, aventurine catches up to you and finds you fumbling around with each hat on the rack.

he sneaks up behind you, mumbling, "now, that's what you call gawking."

you jump up in surprise, hitting your head on something more soft than the hard shelf. aventurine quickly redacts his hand from the top of your head.

"i'm just doing what any normal shopper would do," you rub the top of your head before going back to the hats. aventurine's long sigh rings in your ear as you browse.

"yeah, okay," he looks at the selection of hats beside you, "i doubt anything you do is normal, but–" aventurine doesn't get to finish his sentence. he hears your boisterous gasp, and his eyes are on you once more.

"do you see this!!" you lift a fedora up to his eyes, "we could match," you whisper it like a secret, as if matching would be your thing. like matching would only be a tangible thought between the two of you, and no one else.

"yeah, no," aventurine lifts the hat down and places it back on the shelf, "sorry sweetheart, but the hat is my thing."

you grimace at the pet name, "mkay. so, you're gatekeeping fedoras now?"

aventurine sputters, "what? what is gatekeeping?"

you heavily sigh, and aventurine is pretty sure you're putting on an act right now. "are you serious? how do you not know what gatekeeping is?" you shake your head as you grab the hat from the shelf, "anyway, i think i know the real reason you don't want to match."

"because it's childish? and totally not my style?"

you turn around and flick your partner on the shoulder, "no. and you really have been hanging around the doctor too much." you shudder and place the hat on your head, "i think it's because you know i would show you up in it."

aventurine muffles a chortle when he sees you put on the fedora, "keep in mind that we're in the land of dreams."

your lips curl up in the way that they always do when you're annoyed. you are not very amused by his bits today. "you suck," you take the fedora off and continue browsing for different options.

you hear aventurine's footsteps gradually get softer and softer as you keep browsing. that's fine, you think, this is his shopping trip too–he's allowed to find things for himself.

one hat after another: that's your current predicament at the moment. you're glad aventurine is off doing his own shopping, but you also wish that you glued him to the ground so he could give you a second opinion. unfortunately, he is nowhere to be seen, and you are having trouble deciding between two caps.

"do you need any help finding anything?" a voice perks up from behind you, making your shoulders jolt up. it's not the voice you want to hear, instead it belongs to a lovely retail worker.

"ah, no thank you," you smile politely and turn back to the two hats in your hand.

"okay, let me know if you need anything!" sometimes, you wonder how retail employees are able to maintain such a chipper tone of voice for hours on end. do they really want to help you or are they just saying that because they have to?

and that's when the thought hits you: either way, they're still offering themselves up. your eyes widen and you rush towards the employee.

"actually, wait!" he turns around when you touch his shoulder, "i do need help. and this is gonna sound super random–and possibly weird–but what do you think of these two hats?"

you put one hat on–a red one that seems to flop on your head, "this one is nice, right?" the employee in front of you just nods. he's a bit tense and stiff; it seems like he's trying not to offend you.

"yeah, i think it's nice too. only thing is that it's kinda flopping on my head, and caps aren't really supposed to flop," you take it off and hold it in your hand.

you're surprised the employee hasn't made his break yet, because he's still standing in front of you when you grab the other cap.

"and this one," you hold your free hand up to the new, black hat, "is the one that belongs to my favorite team. well, i guess the other one also belonged to another one of my–"

"what are you doing?" you can recognize that voice anywhere. that voice that carries a slightly whiny tone. that voice that always seems to have some judgement sprinkled throughout it.

you and the worker both seem surprised. well, the employee seems to be more intimidated than surprised, but either way, his entire face had gone pale.

"um, trying on hats?" you take off the cap and hold it up.

"i can see that," he looks over towards the employee in front of you, "but is it seriously a two-person job?"

you scrunch your eyebrows together, "i needed a second opinion."

"you could've asked me," aventurine whispered, though it sounded more like a hiss.

"i think someone else needs help," the employee takes a few steps back from the both of you, "i hope you find everything!" there it is. he tries his best to sound cheerful, but his voice quivered as he moved away from the two of you.

"he was such a nice guy," you said as you waved goodbye. aventurine did not look as pleased as you did.

"we're supposed to be laying low. you know that, right?" the blond emphasizes.

you shake him off, "yeah, and tell me how a regular retail worker is gonna rat us out? what about us possibly screams 'sleuth'?"

"we're buying hats." aventurine isn't very proud of his answer, and he can tell that you thought it was weak as well.

"so everyone that buys hats are suspicious?" you retort, putting on the cap you previously took off. "do i look like a murderer to you?"

aventurine sighs. his fingers go to his temples and you're sure that you've brought him to his last nerve.

"this hat is better than the other one," he puts the red one back onto the shelf. "the other one practically fell on your face. i doubt you could even see with that one."

you look at the red hat and then look back at aventurine, furrowing your eyebrows together. "that was a specific answer. i never even showed you what the red hat looked like."

aventurine cleared his throat, and the ceiling must look extra nice, "i overheard the other guy talking. you're loud, y'know that?"

your face immediately breaks out in a huge grin, so wide and bright that aventurine looks back at you for a mere second, before turning back to the ceiling.

"you were doing it again!! the staring! goodness, i thought you were good at lying," you laugh, slapping him on the shoulder to garner his attention, "admit it. i've caught you."

"i'm being serious. you're a little loud," aventurine crosses his arms, biting on the inside of his cheek.

"la-la-la-la. can't hear you. guess i'm speaking too loudly to notice," you put the black cap on again–the brim sticking the opposite direction–and look in the mirror. "hey, since you're here, can you give me another opinion."

aventurine nods for you to continue, and you smile, "perfect. does this make me look like a cool galactic baseball player?"

this is what takes him aback, "huh? why would you want to look like that?"

"well, i'm going to a game soon, and i didn't want to look like a fake fan," you shrug and look in the mirror again. "but now that i'm really looking at myself, i think i’d be an amazing galactic baseballer. what do you think?”

you pretend to hold a baseball bat in your hands, getting into a hitter stance. you make sound effects as you swing your pretend-bat into aventurine's chest, aiming for the open hole in the middle.

aventurine reaches over your head, "well first of all, i'm pretty sure baseball players wear their caps the right way." he grabs your hat and places it on the right way, but not without making sure the brim covered your eyes.

"are you serious right now?!" you yelp, quickly pulling up the hat so you can regain your vision.

and there aventurine is, staring at you again.

you briefly gulp before broadcasting, "you're staring!" you march closer to him. "i caught you!" you're only inches apart now. "and it was obvious!" your finger is pointed at his eyes, but unlike earlier, your finger is much closer.

if you had gotten only an inch closer, you would be able to feel aventurine's heartbeat, despite not even being chest-to-chest.

"okay, okay," aventurine is the first one to step back, and you feel something sinking, "but that was only once."

"yeah, whatever. 'once.' not like i haven't caught you a million other times," you shook your head and regained your baseball posture, "you can't hide from these sharp eyes. told you i'd be a great galactic baseballer."

the blond chuckles, and your eyebrows raise up at the sound, "keep dreaming."

"well, a really weird guy did tell me earlier that we are in the land of dreams. so, if i dreamt that i could be a galactic baseballer, it'd actually happen."

aventurine tilts your hat down once more, dismissing your cries while he does it.

"remember what i said about acting normal?"

"this is actually pretty normal for me," you take the hat off.

"can't argue with that," aventurine looks towards the cashier and then back at you. you raise an eyebrow, as if to raise the question, "is there something wrong with my hair?"

if there is, aventurine doesn't do something about it. surprising, since he's practically been doing something this whole trip. "are you ready to go up?" he asks you.

"you're not gonna get anything?" you look around the store, "we can look at stuff for you. there's tons of things here."

aventurine shakes his head and gives you a wink, "i've got everything i need." you suck in a sharp breath, and you try to focus on anything else other than how fast your heart begins to beat. when aventurine turns his back away from you, then you gulp.

when the two of you get to the cash register, you stand next to aventurine, preparing to pay. you're well aware of how costly things on penacony are–after all, this whole planet is like a tourist attraction. that's why you're paying with card instead of the usual credits.

"did you find everything?" the cashier asks you. you smile at the woman and nod, making idle chatter with her while aventurine idly stands next to you.

the woman turns over to aventurine, "i'm guessing you also want to pay for your item too?"

it's aventurine's turn to plaster a smile on his face. from what you've gathered from being with him so often, his smiles are often sly. some would compare it to the cheshire cat, but you thought he rather resembled an evil cartoon villain.

"yes ma'am," his saccharine voice masked his villain grin, "do you still have it?"

"that i do," she responds, grabbing something from underneath the counter. your eyes fly from the woman to aventurine. you simply couldn't believe what you were looking at.

"you're buying the freaking feodora?" your posture straightens and you beam up at him, "i knew you wanted to match!"

"slow your roll," aventurine puts a hand up to you, "who said i was buying this for you?"

your smile drops and you shove his shoulder, "are you serious? i thought you didn't like that hat."

"i didn't not like the hat. i just didn't like the thought of us matching," he tilts his head to smirk at you.

the cashier's eye's bounce between you two, not knowing whose side to take. eventually, she settles for ringing your cap and aventurine's feodora up, not even wanting to say a word.

"alright, who's paying?" she looks up at the both of you.

"i am," you and aventurine say in unison. your face contorts while aventurine displays a confused expression.

"um," you whisper, stepping closer to the blond next to you, "i'm paying."

"um," aventurine mocks you, "you're broke."

"not broke!" you kick his shin, and aventurine grips onto the counter in order to keep his balance, "just budgeting."

"yeah, and you know who don't have to budget? people that aren't broke."

"so he's paying?" the cashier interrupts. you step away from aventurine out of shame. he can have this.

when aventurine sees you put away your wallet, he proudly hands his card up to the woman in front of you. when she looks down to scan his card, he shoots you a sly look and a wink. your mouth rests in a flat line and your eyes show no signs of hilarity.

the moment the two of you step out of the store, you immediately go for aventurine's bag. before he could even catch you, the hat is already in your hands.

"we can switch!" you try to reason with him, "you would be a great baseball player. just, y'know, not as great as me."

"and..." you sing, "we wouldn't match. wouldn't that suit both of our goals?"

aventurine looks over at you, and his gaze is softer. this time, you don't get onto him for gawking. how could you, when he's looking at you like that? you don't think you've ever seen him like that... ever.

you squint your eyes, trying to decipher his real expression. but there's nothing for you to investigate.

"what?" you ask.

"you can keep it."

immediately you take a step back, nearly bumping into a bystander walking behind you. you shout a quick apology before returning back to aventurine, "didn't you buy this for yourself though? what's the point of me keeping it?"

"i just realized that it didn't go with any of the outfits i have," he sighed, looking into the distance, "what a waste of money. so, it's yours."

"what kind of bullshit is that?" you scold the blond, "you always have to think about whether or not you'd actually wear the item before you buy it. that's like... number one rule of shopping."

"i don't shop that much," aventurine shrugs, glancing at you one last time before focusing on the street ahead. he bites the inside of his cheek and tries his hardest not to look to the side. you'd give him hell for it.

but you're not focused on that. everything's slow, and it feels like the street is empty.

"well, then we're gonna have to go more often."

#tana writes (∗´ ᨔ `∗) #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr #hsr x reader #aventurine #aventurine x reader #aventurine x you #aventurine x y/n #hsr aventurine #IM BACKKKKKKKKKKK #he has risen and so have i #im not religious i just wanted to make an easter joke #also obv the series is a work in progress soooo don't take what i'm writing too srsly... it will need revisions #the way this was supposed to be a snippet (max 1.5k words) and it ended up being 3k. #there's more to the chapter btw.

[httpiastri]

literally any driver: burying head in crook of neck, night kisses and shutting the other up with kisses

lacii my love <3<3 did this with lando, hope that's fine! merry christmas again, and i hope you enjoy this!! 😁

"lando, did i tell you about that time when i first met my friend clara?" the words are flowing out of your mouth like you're spitting bars. your boyfriend doesn't even get a chance to answer your question before you've started talking again. "oh my god, it's a great story. you'll love it. so, i was in a french class when my other friend, sarah-"

lando is smiling subconsciously as you ramble on about your adventures, just as you have ever since he picked you up from the club. his fingers help you slip out of your heels – not that you even seem to understand what's going on, way too focused on speaking – before one of his hands lands on your waist. he takes a deep breath to keep his composure and hold back the laughter threatening to burst from his chest at your continuous gibberish, before he guides you to his bedroom with soft touches. he chuckles quietly at the way you almost take the wrong turn and end up in his kitchen, too engaged in your storytelling to remember the layout of his apartment. he isn't surprised, though, because;

alcohol always makes you blabber.

in most situations, you're not the most talkative, preferring to choose your moments to speak with great care. but when you start to get tipsy, it is like you are the world's greatest extrovert. even after getting just a little alcohol in your system, you talk to anyone with ears, somehow assuming that they're really interested in whatever you're ranting about.

thankfully, if you have your friends around, they usually drag you away by your arm, apologizing to the poor stranger to whom you've over-explained the storyline of your favorite movie.

lando learned about this side effect of your drinking early on in your relationship. on your third date, after sharing a few drinks at a local bar, you wouldn't shut up for half an hour, not giving him a second to interject with anything. he'd been surprised, but mostly confused, until he got your text message the following morning: oh my god, i did it... didn't i?

he'd tried to pretend he didn't know what you meant, wanting to put it all behind you, but you'd persisted. i didn't shut up. i never do when i drink. i'm sorry :(

lando was always one to be quick to forgive and forget, not wanting you to feel too bad. everyone does some questionable things when drunk, and he'd seen tons of people act worse than you did. but after that date, there would be uncountably many more occasions of you not being able to hold back when booze was in the picture. award shows, drinking games at home with friends, podium celebrations. once, he even found you outside a club after a race, sitting on the curb with one of your hands petting a stray dog as your other helped you explain the meaning of life. safe to say, he is used to your habits by now.

so tonight, when he picked you up from your night out with a few of your friends, he wasn't surprised that your mouth didn't shut once during the trip back to his apartment. you were excitedly telling him about the people you'd met and the drinks you'd had, so eager to explain every detail to your boyfriend when you were getting into the car that you forgot about everything around you and he had to lean across the console to put on your seatbelt for you.

most of the time, he finds your habit endearing. but sometimes, like right now, it gets just a little tiresome.

"and then, when jamie came around, she was like, what are you doing?, and i was like, i'm just having some fun!"

you're both sitting on the edge of his bed by now, after lando's helped you change into something more comfortable for the night, your mouth still running like you're one of the gilmore girls. you don't even flinch when his hands reach for your cheeks and he stares intently in your eyes – but he can't do anything other than smile.

lando loves your voice. he loves it when you're whispering something in his ear when you're out with friends, when you're ranting to him about some stupid coworker, and maybe especially when you're moaning and whining his name.

but now, he reckons you've talked enough for today. your vocal cords must be sore, and his ears are about to fall off, so it's time to call it a night – and he only sees one way to shut you up.

mid-sentence, lando leans in, pressing his lips to yours. he swallows the yelp you let out in surprise, one of his hands gliding to the back of your neck to keep you close. it doesn't take long for you to relax into the kiss, your lips moving with his while your hands reach for the neckline of his hoodie.

it's so easy to get lost in kissing lando. when he parts the kiss, you find yourself wanting to seal your lips again, already missing the feeling. your mind is now completely blank; all you can think of is the kiss. the man beside you laughs at your hazy expression, utterly amused by how you're suddenly quiet for more than five seconds (something he's sure hasn't happened yet tonight).

when you slowly open your eyes, the very content look on lando's face makes something click in your mind. he sudden kiss, his big grin...

"was i rambling again?"

the silence that follows gives you your answer, and you throw your head back as you let out a little groan. "hey, don't worry about it."

"i really didn't mean to. you know how it is, it just happens, and i don't really feel it as it happens, you know? it's just, the alcohol, it's not my intention. i actually told sarah today that-"

and for the second time, lando pulls you into him, quieting you down with his own lips. this time, as you (for the most part) understand what he's doing, you can't help but giggle into the kiss. your boyfriend matches your smile, taking your bottom lip between his teeth as a joking warning. he lets it flop back against your teeth as he pulls away to look at you again, but you've already lunged forward, head resting against his shoulder.

"i'm sorry," you start, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck. "i really am."

his arms snake around your waist before he leans back against the bed, pulling you down with him and into his side. "don't be," he answers, one of his hands reaching up to the back of your head, stroking your hair. "it's cute. you're cute." you continue hiding in his skin and he makes himself more comfortable in bed, pulling the blanket over you both. "we'll talk more tomorrow, okay?"

he feels you shake your head. "i'm done talking. i've talked enough. you know those tiktok videos where you only have a certain amount of words you're allowed to say every year? that's me. i've run out of words, i used them all today."

"oh yeah, i can tell," lando chuckles, pressing his lips to the top of your head. "close your eyes, baby. tell me about those tiktok videos tomorrow."

"didn't you hear me? i said no more words. i won't talk tomorrow because-"

lando sighs. it's going to be a long night.

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[fuckmymunson]

🎄𝗨𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲:

Dom Eddie M. + prompts 97, 42, 39, 68

(if u can add in prompt 89)

💗💗.

I have, no words. Words fail me. I am so excited to do this. This was such a journey. It's WAY longer than intended. It's FILTHY. It's ME BEING A WHORE. Thanks to my wife @lil-quinnie who was there during the process and brainstorming with me.

CW: 18+, SMUT, MeanCheerleader!Reader (god, my favorite), (KindaMean)Dom!Eddie, daddy kink, use of toys, slapping, dacryphilia, slight subspace, dirty talk, a bit of a rushed ending cuz I didn't want to make it THAT big. I am a bit mean too but I love being a bitch too. | Word count: 2.5k (omfg), not proofread!

#39: “Enough, please, I can’t take anymore!” #42: “Spread your legs for mommy/daddy, I want to see you.” #68: “Shh, just look at me, baby.” #89: “Your thighs are shaking so much.” #97: “I was good while you were gone! I didn’t even touch myself.”

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Behind that bitchy, confident mask, there’s a whiny, submissive bitch. And Eddie knows it very well.

He knows how much of a fucking tease you are, and he learned how to handle it. He knows exactly what to do in order to turn you into a putty, teary-eyed mess. Eddie is extremely patient with you as well, even on those days when you are the brattiest brat in the whole world. Even when you are doing everything in your power to tease him, to edge him, to needle with him. When you grind up your cute, little cheer skirt against his crotch? He just sighs and smiles. When you spread your legs at the other side of the cafeteria by «accident», giving him the tiniest peak of the lacy, black underwear he bought for you? He just shakes his head and smiles, again: but, the grip on his lunchbox almost bends the shitty handle. When you drag him to the nearest empty classroom in between classes, kissing his neck and leaving him hard, on edge after the bell rings? He just fucking smiles again and kisses your lips lovingly.

Although, on his insides, his stomach twists with anger. He’s fucking pissed, and he knows the perfect way to get back to you.

It’s a Friday, so he knows you have cheer practice and you know he has Hellfire. Before leaving, you swing your bag on your shoulder, your orange and green pompoms peeking from your backpack. Standing on your tiptoes, you close your eyes ready for your goodbye kiss…

Which never arrives.

Eddie just tilts his head, kissing your cheek, not your lips.

“Baby—” You protest, but he’s already walking away with his hands in his pockets. “Hey!”

“Good luck, doll!” He says with a wave. Eddie is glad you can’t see the mischievous smirk on his rosy lips. 

You don’t catch the game he is playing at the moment. You feel upset, deprived of your goodbye kiss. Your respective activities flow without any problem, although you truly feel upset, because why on Earth wouldn’t he want to kiss you!? Eddie, on the other hand, just sits on his Dungeon Master throne, smirking, hiding his plans, and crafting new possibilities inside his twisted, little head. 

The rest of the club knows something’s happening, but they know better than to question him. 

Eddie knows how clingy you are to him, how the simple act of denying you a kiss will mess with your mood, and he relies on that.

When both after-school activities are over, he waits for you patiently outside the building, lighting up a cigarette. He hears you before he sees you. The loud snap and bratty tone only made his 

cock twitch inside his black jeans, the excitement runs high because he knows you have no idea, what he has in store for you. 

The front doors slam open, your furious stomping and kicking gravel announcing your presence.

“Leave me the fuck alone, Jessica!” You snapped at your teammate, who just flinches in sudden fear. “Can’t you take the damn hint?”

Rolling your eyes your resist the urge to push her and smear that loud bubblegum she keeps chewing all over her fried, bleached, blonde hair. Sometimes you can’t believe how fucking stupid these girls are. No wonder why they voted for you to be Captain, everyone else it’s dense as fuck. 

Instead of greeting Eddie with a kiss, you just walk past him, opening the van’s passenger door and pouting the whole ride to his trailer. Eddie pays you no mind, he just hums along to a random Metallica song, drumming his fingers against the wheel. The fact that he is ignoring you only irritates you even further, when you arrive at his lovely home, he doesn’t open the door for you, he just walks straight to the trailer, fidgeting with his keys and all the damn hello kitty charms you gifted him. You curse on your walk to his bedroom, throwing your backpack next to his bed, and sitting on the edge. He insists on ignoring you, removing his rings and leaving them on his nightstand, taking off his vest, and the worn leather jacket.

“Eddie” You call for him, starting to feel huffy at his behavior. 

“Eddie!” You call again, louder this time. 

No answer.

Eddie walks back to you, standing in between your spread legs. You raise your head to look at him, frowning: The look in his eyes, it’s something else. It’s feral, and you can see the darkness that lies within. The frown on your pretty face quickly melts. You gulp, suddenly nervous.

You know that look. 

His cold, pale hand squeezes your cheeks, and the way he looks at you it’s nothing more than belittling. 

“You’ve been nothing more than a damn tease, All. Fucking. Day” He speaks, in that deep voice. “You know better than to act like a whore, don’t you?”

At the lack of reply, he squeezes harder, making you whine in discomfort. 

“I asked you a question. Do you know what happens to girls that act like whores?”

After a brief moment of silence, you reply with a meek voice. 

“They get fucked like whores” 

He smiles, pure venom dripping down his pearly teeth. “Good girl, at least I know you can get some shit through that thick skull of yours” At his condescending words, you open your mouth to oppose. “Nuh-uh, I know what you gonna say, and don’t you dare apologize, it’s too late for that”

“Are you— are you gonna punish me?” You ask.

“You have no clue, doll”

A part of you, it’s somehow thrilled. Only god (or the devil) knows what Eddie has in storage for you, his look is a bad omen, but your tummy twists in anticipation. He can read it in your eyes, and at the way you press your thighs together. He checks the thrift clock on his nightstand and smirks.

“Gotta go, princess” He talks, nonchalantly. “Got a deal at 8 pm—”

Sometimes Eddie thinks you are the one who’s stupid. His hand yanks your hair the second you open your mouth, successfully shutting you up. 

“I’m talking, whore”

“Sorry, daddy”

“Like I was saying, I’m leaving, you are staying, and no pouting. You are gonna stay here, tied up, with your stupid pink vibrator inside your pathetic little pussy, okay? You are not allowed to cum, if you do I’ll know. You are gonna lay there, like the pitiful slut you are, thinking about what you did today, and how brats get punished” He slaps your cheek lightly, one, two, three times. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, daddy”

“Good girl, now get naked before I rip that uniform off you”

Spread, naked, humiliated. You bite your lip as he slides the pink, texturized vibrator inside you, on the lowest setting. Reaching for his back pocket, Eddie uses the black handkerchief to tie your wrists above your head in a simple knot. You could undo it with an easy hard yank, but you wouldn’t, and he knows you won’t.

A part of you wants to put off a fight, to see how far he can go, but Eddie is so goddamned scary when he acts like this. You watch his every movement, how he changes his shirt, the peak of his naked torso and tattoos making you clench around the toy. Grabbing his jacket and his beaten lunchbox, he kisses your forehead before leaving.

“Love you, sweetheart”

“L—Love you, daddy”

The next minutes, feel like fucking hours. You start to wonder if he’s taking more time than usual just to bother you and neglect you. The tears appear quicker than expected, and you bite your lip suppressing a moan, it’s so embarrassing, to be used as a sex doll, to be treated like an object, to be edged over and over, but… it feels so good. Having that power and authority snatched that quickly only turns you on even more. To even imagine what people would think if they saw the local mean, spoiled, vicious cheer captain being lowered to nothing more than a needy, beautiful bitch in heat, arching her back and moaning like a desperate slut, ready to beg and plead for the tiniest bit of release.

You close your thighs, which doesn’t really help at all. 

Pressing your head against the pillow, you inhale his scent, his shampoo, the lingering smell of cigarettes and week, getting lost in that hazy subspace slowly. Every single thought is being drained from your smart head, replaced by the only one who can make you feel like this.

“Eddie—” You cry to the empty room, closing your eyes and evoking him. Thinking about his strong, calloused hands maneuvering you, manhandling you. “Eddie…”

You think about the way he spreads your legs, how he slides his thick, hard cock inside you. God, you are so deep down in your own mind that you can hear him, calling for you, pushing you over that dreamland where he is the only habitant. His soft voice sounds so close, so real…

“Hey, doll” Eddie, the real Eddie whispers in your ear. He’s holding a strawberry milkshake, your favorite. “Missed me?” He chuckles when you nod dumbly. He places the cup on his old desk, walking back to you, he knows it’s your favorite. “Spread your legs for daddy, I want to see you” 

With a weak nod, you part your legs slowly. Your thighs shake slightly at the now unbearable overstimulation. Eddie smirks and palms himself over his black jeans, rubbing his cock unashamedly. He is obsessed with every single inch of your persona. To him, you are nothing less than a goddess. 

The stickiness drooling from your poor, neglected pussy makes him sigh spellbound. Eddie reaches for the toy, still buzzing cheerfully inside you. The hazy state brings you sweet illusions, he’s going to remove it, unbuckle his belt, strip down and finally fuck you. 

Spoiler alert, he doesn’t.

“Your thighs are shaking so much.” He points out, sliding the toy in and out of your soaking cunt. Eddie bites his lip when he notices the little puddle on his bedsheets, he wants to lean down and lick it clean.  “Want me to fuck you, baby?” Eddie asks with a fake pout, but you buy it anyways. You are so dumb you would agree to anything he says. 

“Uh-uh” You mumble, a tiny string of drool running down your pretty lips. “I was good while y—you were gone! I didn’t even touch myself— Daddy, I—I was good” Your hips rock in rhythm with the vibrator, the spirals in the toy rubbing against your tight walls deliciously. 

“No, you weren’t. You were a damn tease all day, bitch” Eddie huffs and keeps the toy inside again, licking his thumb before attaching it to your clit. He moves his finger in circles, making you moan his name loud enough for his neighbors to hear. “I’m gonna fuck you like the whore you are, maybe after it, you will keep in that stupid empty head of yours to not be a brat”

“I—I’m sorry!” You cry when he speeds on your puffy clit. 

“I’m sorry!” He mocks you with a chuckle. Eddie leans over you, his curls tickling your neck and face. He’s so close you can smell the cologne you gave him for Christmas, the tobacco of those disgusting Marlboros he smokes. His breath smells like a vanilla milkshake, he probably had one on his way home. “Look at you, fucking wrecked. That’s how I like you, you know my love? A beautiful, cock hungry slut”

Eddie laughs again when you seek his lips, urged to feel something else. You want his warm body against yours, his cock in and out of you, sending you down those special spirals of pleasure that only he seemed to crash into your body, mind, and soul. 

“My beautiful girl” He whispers, giving you a quick kiss. 

“Please, please—pleasepleaseplease fuck me!” You implore one last time, looking at him dead in the eye, biting your lip and arching your back sensually.  “Enough, please, I can’t take a—anymore! I need your cock Daddy” The last part is a murmur, just for him.

It works, though.

You watch with hearty eyes how he undresses at light speed, nodding excitedly when he yanks his jeans and boxers down, his cock exposed big and proud. You see every vein, the curve of it, you eye his balls, how heavy and tasty they look. You can’t help but lick your lips greedily when he strokes his cock watching you still from above, your pussy clenches around the toy. The way he is looking at you it’s absolutely sinful, he looks like the fucking devil itself. The mattress protests under his weight and you do too, impatient to have him ruining you. Eddie frowns, annoyed by the little attitude rush and slaps your thigh.

“Careful, bitch” He warns and you nod. 

When he, at last, removes the toy, he presses the vibrator against your clit just in time for him to replace the emptiness in your pussy. The action makes your pussy clench and then stretch to take him in. Eddie groans loudly at the extra tightness and you just gasp, feeling how the air is punched out of your lungs. 

“G—God, it should be illegal to have a pussy this tight and wet, baby” Eddie grunts bottoming out, still playing with your clit. He thrusts after a few seconds, moaning with you, reminding you how much of a slut you are, his slut. His precious fleshlight. His pretty bitch, his lovely angel. 

His, his, his.

“Mine, mine, all fucking mine” It’s all he says.

He fucks you until you go crosseyed, not even being able to talk, to thank him, to curse him. Eddie notices this and slaps your face, smiling when you cry. 

“Shh, just look at me, baby. Keep those cute eyes on me, okay?” 

The vibrator is soon discarded, substituted by his thumb. Eddie abuses your dripping pussy, his free hand torturing you as well. He slaps your face again and again and again until it’s warm and numb. He twitches inside you when the tears run down your cheeks and you sob, barely formulating dumb words. But he gets them anyway. His lips meet yours, basically drooling all over you, it’s such a sloppy, soggy kiss but it does the trick. 

More. 

You are so close, almost touching heaven. He slaps your tits a few times, pinching your nipples and making you arch your back. He’s also close, it’s almost painful. The form he is molding your cunt in order to fit his whole it’s intoxicating, it makes your head go fuzzy, and it feels so good to let go, to leave the conscious state and to be taken care of. 

Now that he knows you want more, he’s gonna give it to you, punishment already at the back of his mind. He’s gonna fuck you all night if he needs to or wants to. Either way, he knows you will let him. 

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[bussyslayer333]

dancing together in the rain with bradley for your blurb celebration please ❤️

this is so cute eeee

pairing: bradley bradshaw x wife!reader

word count: 0.5k

warnings: some swearing,,, i think that’s it?? mostly cute af

send me a prompt, get a blurb!!

“You’re fucking crazy!” you squeal with no bite, rain pelting down onto you.

San Diego was usually dry and hot, something you loved about the place was it’s general consistency in weather. Today however, dry was replaced with wet, very wet.

“Dance with me baby!” Bradley shouts over the rain.

His white shirt is almost fully see through and his jacket he’d already deposited as it was weighing him down. You eyed the way his large arms strained and moved beneath the transparent fabric and ultimately folded, rushing into his waiting arms.

You should probably be mad. You’re wedding dress was going to be ruined. The cake had turned to an inedible mush and your guests were huddled under a small gazebo meant only for the bar and speakers for the music.

“There’s no music, Brad,” you wonder aloud.

As if on cue, the melodic sounds of Abba come spitting loudly out of the speakers being scarcely protected by the gazebo. You look around curiously to find none other than Jake Seresin stepping out of the gazebo, already shirtless and smacking Bradley on the shoulder.

“God, Bradshaw do I have to save your ass all the time?” He teases, hair still perfectly tousled even when soaked in rainwater, droplets dripping down his toned chest in a way that could almost be staged.

Bradley can only laugh in disbelief, “why is your shirt off?”

“I’m here to fuckin’ dance, Bradshaw that’s why!” Jake cheers.

You shrug and bend down to slip your heels off, flinging them to the side.

With your approval, streams of people come from under the gazebo, shrieking as the rain hits them. The squealing quickly turns to singing as people familiarise themselves with the weather and begin to dance.

Bradley is jumping up and down wildly, his hands never leaving your waist. You can feel his strong hands gripping onto you through the sodden fabric of your dress, spinning you round to face him. He continues to sway you as he pushes at the wet strands of hair framing your face.

“You’re so goddam beautiful.” He declares, running his thumb over your lip.

“Even with my makeup ruined?” you query.

“Especially.” Bradley decides, hurriedly smashing his lips into yours.

You can hear your friends and family whooping as Bradley deepens the kiss and lowers you down in a dip. He was always one for theatrics.

And when you’re scooped back up and allowed to take in the surrounding scene, Jake twirling around your grandma and your girlfriends dancing wildly with Bob and Fanboy, there’s no way on earth you could be mad at all. Even when the rain is still slashing down heavily.

“I hope this hasn’t ruined our day Mrs Bradshaw?” Bradley whispers into your ear.

You turn back to face him, nose nudging against his own, “No day is ruined with you.”

Bradley’s arms come to wrap back around you as he lifts you up.

“Put me down!” You squeal, slapping at his rain soaked shirt that was practically useless at this point.

“Never.”

a/n: I LOVE BRAD UGHHH and i hope u guys love this 😘😘

icl i love writing lil blurbs hehe

pls comment or reblog and tell me what u think :))

ty for requesting and reading !!!

- honey <333

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[i23kazu]

HIII YING, CONGRATS ON 1.5K AGAIN!! You deserve it all and more, and hopefully we all get to watch you grow some more <33 Keep going and slay like how Xiao slays his demons <333

Speaking of which, there's that sentence starter thing, right? Would you mind if I requested a "You came..." "You called." with Xiao + Romantic? Honestly, hurt/comfort sounds pretty good but I'm interested to see what other big ideas you've got from it 👀

“you came.”

“you called,” he pointed out, mask dematerialising as his hands once again become free to hold yours.

“i thought you were on a mission?” you held him close, fingers meeting his shoulders in a tight grip. you buried your head into his crook of neck — the ache in your heart wishing you could stay there forever.

“you know already that i’d drop everything for you. the call for war is weaker than your call for me.”

the two of you stay like that for a while — your hands intertwining and untangling and twining together as it takes time for the pieces to fall naturally into place again, after so long.

“i wish you didn’t have to go again, xiao.” your face contorts to a tired, longing smile; when would you see him again?

“when you next call me,” xiao seems to have read your mind. “i will be here. like i said, my will to be in your arms will undoubtedly always be stronger than my will to fight for liyue.”

you hold on to that promise.

#AHHHH THIS WAS SO CUTE THANK U ES ❤️❤️❤️❤️ #xiao x you #xiao x reader #xiao x traveler #xiao x y/n #genshin x reader #genshin impact x gn reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin sentence starters #genshin drabbles #genshin fluff #xiao fluff #astronetwrk #[📝 stewardess' notepad!] #ambrosial; i23kazu's 1.5k event

[burningupp]

how about skz reaction or headcanon about you being pregnant

oooh okay, I do love when men are whipped for their pregnant partners i find it so cute :((

I'm gonna write this as a shorter headcanon paired with a tiny bit of dialogue for each, I hope that's okay <3

pairing: afab!reader x skz (no pronouns - if i used any, lmk <3)

warnings: really fluffy, mentions of pregnancy (duh), mentions of body insecurity, mentions of anxiety about becoming a parent (jisung), mentions of food, joke about the word daddy (minho), lmk if there's anything else!

Chan

I feel like he would be so extremely happy and proud all the time when you're pregnant. he'd just be like "we made that!! look at my partner, they're carrying our BABY!!" and lowkey everyone would be tired of him talking about you and showing pictures of ultrasounds, you and your belly bc mans shows everyone he talks to for more than 15 seconds. Real proud boi. also, 100% goes to birthing classes with you simply because he's more nervous for the birth than you are :((

"Y/n, have I ever told you how proud I am that you're carrying our baby?" he asks one night. You're half-laying on the couch, because honestly, that's one of the only comfortable positions you have left as your body grows.

You smile over at him, lightly rolling your eyes. He tells you every single day, but you can't say you don't appreciate it - kind of makes some of the pains and aches worth it. Well, more than having a baby already did.

"Yes, my love," you hum. At your answer, he cheeses harder than ever, his heart and chest so full at spending time with you and seeing the way your body changes to accommodate for the little one. He doesn't think he will ever be happier, except for the day that he finally gets to meet your little one.

Minho

okay but this one would definitely be nagging you every single day to take your vitamins and eat enough to feed both you and the baby. he would be cooking every single day, just to make sure himself that the food is safe for you to eat :(( I genuinely think that while he may be a tsundere at times, this would really bring out his affectionate and responsible side in a whole new way. he would definitely whine every time you ask him to do something for you, but then turn around and do it with a smile after like 2 seconds. Whipped.

"Baby, did you take your vitamins today?" the love of your life asks over his shoulder while cooking lunch for the both of you.

"Yes, dad," you sigh dramatically, but you can't help the smile spreading across your features anyway. Instead of bothering him, though, it fills him with indescribable joy. He's going to be a dad, and soon. He can't wait.

"Yah, you eating the vitamins means that the little one will get them, and I'm their dad, so," he says back, squinting at you while he stirs the contents of the pan to make sure it doesn't stick.

He also wants you to have the vitamins, but you don't need to know that. It would ruin his image if you did, obviously. Although he thinks that if he thinks of the concept of being a dad again, he will explode.

"Mhm, well you could do with asking me less than five times before noon, daddy."

His heart damn near bursts, and he can no longer help but grin hugely at you and abandon the food on the stove in favor of kissing your forehead gingerly.

Changbin

the biggest hype man ever. tells you you're beautiful every time he sees you and 100% means it. tries really hard to do research on ways he can help you, and asks his mom and dad questions all the time. buys baby clothes from the moment you tell him that you're pregnant, and buys matching clothes for all of you. hears that swimming can help with the back pain, so he starts taking you swimming every single week - and compliments your swim suit every single time bc it accentuates his favorite belly.

"Wow," you hear your partner breathe as you walk into the living room in your new maternity pants. "I really am the luckiest man alive."

You know he means it, but it doesn't stop you from blushing and looking away. Changbin isn't having it.

"Hey," he says, coming over to wrap his arms around you gently and press a tender kiss to your forehead. "I'm serious. You've never been more beautiful to me. You're incredible."

Your knees grow weak, because honestly, what are you supposed to do with that? You just cheese at him and kiss his cheek in return. "Thank you, baby."

"I mean it," he murmurs, his hand coming up between you to touch your stomach softly. His eyes are so filled with love you almost start crying. "I can't wait to see you be a mom."

"I can't wait to see you be a dad," you grin, and his eyes widen for a second.

"I'm gonna be a dad," he says incredulously, the biggest smile on his face. His eyes glitter with excitement, and you think you've never been more in love with him.

Hyunjin

he's kinda scared, ngl. not to be a dad, that he's super excited for, but for you to give birth. he knows you're strong, but he doesn't know if he can handle seeing you in pain </3 definitely anxious all the time. you want to shower? not without him, you don't. wanna cook? don't you dare. reaching for something on a shelf? absolutely not. you're so annoyed but endeared bc he's so doting and cute :')

You know that Hyunjin doesn't like it when you change the sheets in the state you're in, but you couldn't help yourself. You changed them while he was at practice, and now he's huffing and scowling like you did something to offend him.

"Babe, I'm sorry," you plead, and due to the hormones, you feel tears build up before falling without your permission. At the sound of your sniffle, your partner immediately shoots up from the couch to come check on you.

"Hey, no, it's okay! I'm sorry, I shouldn't be treating you like this," he says sadly. You shake your head though.

"I know you just want to take care of me. It's okay. It's just the hormones," you pout. Hyunjin laughs.

"Okay. In the future, just wait for me, okay? I don't care if I'm tired; you're carrying a freaking baby, in comparison I'm better than ever, even after practice."

You nod, smiling at him and holding your tummy. He's going to make a fantastic dad.

Jisung

a Babie. kinda scared, and this time bc he doesn't know if he's gonna be a good dad. he's still super excited, though! cannot believe the way your body is changing, and keeps touching your belly in awe. also super impressed by how you're handling it all and your knowledge of babies. literally perplexed as to where you learned it all. just like hyunjin, he's super protective. he doesn't know much about pregnancies, they kinda freak him out ngl, but he knows you shouldn't be overexerting yourself. always asks for advice and reassurance, even though you know he's gonna be a fantastic dad. you're just lowkey worried it's gonna leave you with two babies instead of one lmao

"Hey babe?"

It's 3am, but it's not like you could get comfortable enough to sleep anyway. Not being allowed to lay on your back is literally the worst. As soon as you even accidentally try, Jisung yells at you - lovingly, of course.

You give a hum and wait for him to continue.

"What if it doesn't like me?"

You almost laugh, but the genuine fear in his voice makes you pause. It breaks your heart that he's scared, but you understand him - becoming a parent is scary.

"First of all, call my baby an 'it' one more time and I'll punch you," you say softly, and it makes him snort. Success. "Second of all, there's no way they won't like you. Have you met you? You're amazing with kids. You'll be just fine."

"Thanks, love," he mutters, turning around in bed to look at you in the dark. An arm slides around your waist gently, his hand predictably landing on your tummy. "It can't be that bad - I mean, I have you. Super-mom," he says with the biggest grin you've ever seen. You snort.

Felix

hyper, learning everything he can from whoever he can. bothers any staff members with families, asking about their kids and how to parent. literally won't stop touching you for even a second, cheesing 24/7 like a total dork bc he can't believe that the love of his life is gonna give him a baby :(( keeps an eye on you, but isn't overwhelmingly worried - he knows you're fine to do most things despite your huge belly. he mostly lets you judge what you can and can't do, and thanks you every time you tell him something is difficult for you bc he's adorable like that <3

You're cooking dinner in the kitchen, but to no one's surprise, you're not alone. Felix hasn't left your side since he got home and wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your temple with a huge smile that would put the actual sun to shame.

You're feeling a bit crabby; your back hasn't stopped hurting for the past week. Your bump is becoming a lot more prominent, and boy, are you feeling it. You stir the sauce again, and step away from the stove. Your hands are on your back before you can help it, and you're hissing out a breath through your teeth. Of course, Felix notices.

"You alright, darling?" he asks gently. He's by your side in less than a second, hand on the small of your back to give you some support; it may not be much, but he's trying his best.

"I'm okay," you breathe after a second, smiling at the father of your baby. "My back's still feeling rough, that's all."

"I'm sorry, baby," he pouts, rubbing your back where his hand is resting. "If you want, I can finish this up?"

You consider it for a moment, but ultimately decide that you want to finish. You shake your head, and while you know he's dying to give you a moment to rest, he just nods and kisses your forehead. He doesn't leave your side until you're safely sitting in your chair at the dining table, just in case, but he doesn't try to take over. You have a big dumb grin on your face for the rest of the night.

Seungmin

he's not very outwardly expressive with other people, but it's always been different with you. it's not very overwhelming tho, he just doesn't always know how to express what he's feeling. that changes when you get pregnant, bc suddenly he can't help but constantly tell you how amazing you are. it's insane to him to see your body modify itself to fit your little one, and the thought of a mini you makes him absolutely die on the inside. definitely does as much as he can to make life easier for you, but in the subtlest of ways <3

"Seungmin?" you ask out loud as you pad down the hall to the spare bedroom - soon to become the nursery for your first child together. You smile at the sight of him carefully placing the throw pillows you just bought together on the small loveseat in the room.

"Oh, hey," he says, moving towards you when he sees you. He puts a piece of your hair behind your ear and smiles at you. "Did you see the sandwich I placed on the kitchen counter?"

Your heart is bursting with love (and hormones), so you can't help but well up a little bit. You duck your head to hide the unshed tears, removing any lingering evidence lest the man teases you to infinity.

"Baby," he grins in a teasing tone, eyes twinkling mischievously, "did I make you cry?"

The question is accompanied by a pretentious and over exaggerated pout, so you snort and smack him on the arm. He just giggles and goes to bring you to his chest gently, carefully maneuvering around your belly.

"I'm sorry, baby," he laughs.

"No you're not, you liar," you tease back, and when he laughs even more, you somehow don't mind anymore.

"No, I'm not. Now, let's go get you that sandwich, yeah? Or are you gonna waste all my hard work?"

Jeongin

kinda scared, but somehow calmer than jisung. just like felix, he asks literally anyone he can think of for parenting advice. people get sick of him real quick lmao. really adamant that he do literally everything in the house, since you're "hard at work cooking up a life". gets a tiny copy of every single ultrasound and puts it in his wallet. buys stupid books like "astrophysics for babies" and thinks they will genuinely work </3

"Y/n, come look at this!"

You turn around in the aisle of the grocery store, going back around the corner of the shelf to stare at Jeongin. He's holding up a tiny onesie with a matching hat. You quickly realize it matches his sweater and hat pretty well, and you can't help but giggle at him.

"Baby," you start, but he's not listening.

"Now we just need to get you one, too, and we can all match! Actually, we should just throw everything out and-"

"Jeongin. Sweetheart. Love of my life. You-"

"You forgot father to your baby," he grumbles, which makes you laugh even harder.

"Yes, my sweetheart, the love of my life, and the father of my baby," you correct, and when he looks satisfied, you continue. "I'm only like, 3 months along - we don't need to buy clothing yet."

"But-"

"We also in fact did not need the bottle warmer, the book for teaching our child Chinese, or even the very expensive walker you bought." When he pouts again, you soften a little. "Look. One outfit, okay? But no more until I'm at least 6 months along, yes?"

He's not listening, but you don't care much when he presses an almost bruising kiss to your cheek in glee. You're definitely going to be losing a lot of arguments for the coming 20 years or so.

a/n: that's it! i hope you enjoyed it <3 i'm sorry it took me a while, as i alluded to before, i have some pretty difficult uni courses rn but i am doing my best!

if you like my work, please let me know through a comment or a reblog! it gives me motivation to keep writing &lt;3

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[cobrakaisb]

omg but jack def sits in the hallway to make sure y/n doesn’t sneak into luke’s room 😭

oh for sure

when y/n left her room at 12:42 in the morning, she did not expect to be blinded by a flashlight. "what the fuck?" she hisses, hands coming up to cover her eyes. "and where are you going missy?" someone asks, who y/n immediately recognizes as jack. she mentally groans, knowing that there's no chance she could pull this off.

"the bathroom," she answers, thinking that he'll buy it. "uh huh," he says, arms crossed. "yup. just going to the bathroom," she mumbles, closing her bedroom door as she walks down the hall. she takes about two steps before jack grabs her shoulders, turning her around. "bathroom's that way," he says, puhsing her in the opposite direction of luke's room.

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[lunarbuck]

" Are you wearing my shirt?"

AHHHHHH thank you for the ask alice <3

pairing: Sam Wilson x f!reader (any race)

wc: 1.5k

Sneak Peek: I know what I want, what I’ve wanted since the moment I laid eyes on you all those months ago. I just need you to say the word.

warnings: swearing, oral (f receiving), smut (p in v), fluff

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You grumble to yourself as you walk down the hall, your t-shirt sticking to you like a second skin. You know it was an accident, but still. No one enjoys getting beer dumped down their chest. 

As you approach Steve’s door and shove it open, you look around for his bag. The safe house is smaller than what you’re all used to, and everyone’s rooms are not only closer together than normal but way smaller. 

Since Steve did all the spilling, he told you you could steal one of his shirts. It’s only fair. You find his go-bag open on his bed, and as you dig through the few clothes the man brought, you find a soft, olive-green t-shirt and tug it out. It’ll be big, but you’ve always loved an oversized T-shirt.

You tug off your beer-sticky shirt and replace it with the new shirt you’ve found. The door swings open as soon as you pull the shirt over your torso. There in the doorway, in all his wet, half-naked glory, stands Sam Wilson. 

Your eyes follow a drop of water as it trails down his gorgeous muscular chest, his firm abs, and the v of his waist. The water continues its way down below the towel that’s wrapped tightly around Sam’s hips, and for a moment, you wish you were that drop of water.

Sam clears his throat, pulling your attention back up to his face. He grins confidently. “My eyes are up here, sweetheart.” 

“Shit, sorry,” you stammer, suddenly embarrassed at the way you’d just ogled the man. Sam has always had this effect on you; his ability to draw you in with just a glance makes you weak in the knees. His charisma, his charm, are all your kryptonite. Whenever he comes into a room, it sends butterflies bursting in your chest. But he’s never seen you that way, at least, that you know of. 

Sam can have any girl he wants. Why would he pick you?

“Are you wearing my shirt?” he asks, stepping further into the room. You feel your heart begin to pound in your chest. Is this his shirt? 

“I– I don’t think so,” you answer, trying not to stare back at Sam. “I grabbed it from Steve’s bag.” Sam cocks an eyebrow, and a small grin appears on his lips.

“That bag right there?” He motions with his head to the bag you’d just gone through, and your stomach flips. 

You nod. 

“I like seeing you in my clothes,” he tells you, voice unwavering and calm. He steps even closer, forcing you to step back to try to keep the distance between the two of you. Sam’s resolve never breaks; he never loses himself. It’s something you admire about him but also something you can’t help but want to change. What would it be like if he just… gave in?

“It’s a nice shirt,” you say, internally scolding yourself for not having something better to say. Sam smiles, laughing lightly.

“You’re right, it is,” he agrees, turning to face you. “But I think what matters more is the girl wearing it.” Your fingers tingle with anticipation for what he’ll say next. Months of pining after this beautiful man has kept you on edge.

“Oh,” you breathe. Sam has managed to walk you back into the wall with nowhere to escape. But there’s not a bone in your body that wants to escape. No, you’re perfectly happy to be here, pressed against the wall by Sam.

Sam takes a moment before he replies. He runs his fingers up and down your arm, feeling the soft skin there. “I’m glad you’re here,” he tells you in a whispered voice. “In my room.” His fingers trace up your shoulders and neck until his hands cup your face. “Wearing my shirt.”

You’re putty in his hands, melting at his touch. Want and need settle in your belly, and you ache for him to close the distance between you two.

“Sam,” you whisper. 

“Sweetheart,” he replies. “I know what I want, what I’ve wanted since the moment I laid eyes on you all those months ago. I just need you to say the word.” The smile he gives you makes your world stop turning. It sends you tilting on your axis.

“Please.” Sam’s lips are on you a breath later, sealing your fate. He kisses you sweetly, but you can tell that he’s barely holding back the fire and passion he feels. You want him to let go, to stop holding back.

Your hands fly up around his neck, pulling him closer, and you let your fingernails scrape slightly against his scalp. His hands leave your face, instead finding their way to your waist so he can bring your hips to his.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he practically moans into your mouth, pressing himself against you. Even through the towel, you can feel how hard he is, how much he wants you. 

“Then take me.” It’s like a switch flips in his head. In an instant, he tears the towel off, leaving him naked before you. You do your best to tug your pants down your legs, but when you go to take off the shirt, Sam stops you.

“Uh uh,” he teasingly scolds, shaking his head as he kneels in front of you. “When I fuck you, sweetheart, you’re gonna be wearing my shirt. Screaming my name. Coming apart on my cock.” You swear your heart stops beating in your chest. As the last word leaves his lips, he presses a kiss to your clothed clit. Sam soon remedies this, though, and the moment you’re exposed, he devours you.

All you can do is hold on to him for dear life as he eats you out with a fervor you’ve never experienced before. He eats you out like a man starved, like you’re the first drink of water after he’s been lost in the desert. Every time his teeth graze over your clit, you see stars, and when he presses two of his thick fingers inside of you, you nearly keel over.

“You taste so sweet,” he tells you, sucking a mark into your inner thigh. “Just how I knew you would.” Sam plays you like a fiddle, feeding the fire in your belly until you’re about to fall over the edge.

“Please, Sam,” you whimper, fingers digging into his shoulders. “Please.” He smiles up at you, and the sight alone nearly makes you come.

“Come all over my face, sweetheart. Lemme taste it.” Your orgasm hits you like a truck, sending you spiraling. Sam doesn’t slow down; he just works you through it, prolonging the pleasure until it becomes too much. When you finally push his face away, he stands, a million-watt smile on his lips.

“Oh my god, Sam,” you say, laughing as you come down from the high.

“You’re perfect,” he says, leaning in to kiss you. The taste of yourself mixed with him is intoxicating. Sam reaches around you and picks you up, walking you over to the bed. He lays you down carefully, and you take in the sight of his sculpted body.

“Please fuck me, Sam,” you whisper, surprising yourself. Sam flashes you a big smile in response. He takes a second to grab a condom from his bag, and you watch as he rolls it into his length.

When Sam returns to the bed, he hovers over you and kisses you breathless before lining his cock up with your pussy. When he presses into you, you bite back a moan at the perfect way he stretches you. 

“So tight, sweetheart. So fucking perfect.” Sam sets a perfect pace, hitting spots so deep inside you that you see stars but quick enough to build your pleasure all over again. His lips worship your lips and neck, pecking and nipping at your skin. His hand anchors on your hip, holding you where he wants you.

Everything works together to bring you right back to the edge. Sam doesn’t let you come yet, though. He watches your reactions and changes his pace to tease you. The entire time, he whispers words of praise of how well you take him, how good you feel. You’ve never felt so cared for during sex before, and his words alone could make you come at this point. 

“Shit, baby,” Sam grunts, thrusting deep inside of you. “Need you to come for me now, sweetheart.” You nod, moaning wantonly. Sam snakes a hand between the two of you and uses gentle fingers to circle your clit.

“Please,” you moan, moving your hips with him. “Please, Sam.”

“Come for me, sweetheart. Come all over my cock.” You come apart under his touch, writhing and moaning as you fall over the edge. Your vision practically blacks out, and Sam picks up his pace as he follows you in finding his orgasm. 

Sam rolls off of you with a sigh, tugging you into his side. His fingers trace over your back, feeling the soft fabric of his shirt against your skin. “You should wear my clothes more often,” he jokes, tickling your sides. You laugh and snuggle closer, soaking in the smell of him and the way his body feels against yours.

You make a mental note to steal another one of his shirts as soon as possible.

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[fayes-fics]

Since you’re the best…

I desperately want some classic jealous Anthony. Part 1, no. 10,

“Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you.”

Anthony + Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you

March 2023 Mini Drabbles Masterpost

HI lovely!

Ooh, who doesn't love a bit of jealous Anthony? With this prompt, my mind went to a place where they BOTH get jealous hehe. I hope you enjoy! 😁🧡🧡

You back him into the wall and kiss him hard. He chuckles into your mouth, and you pull back, irritated.

“What?” you bark.

“Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you,” his tone pompous.

“Likewise,” you spit back, then drag his bottom lip between your teeth until he hisses.

“I was not flirting,” Anthony counters, hands grabbing your bottom and heaving you against his body so you feel every inch of his muscular form even through the layers of clothing, knowing just what that does to you. “I was merely making small talk, just being polite.”

“Same,” you counter, and he makes a noise of disagreement.

“At least I didn't touch that woman,” his voice suddenly gravelly and steely. “Don't think I didn't see you with your hands on that man's arm.” the jealousy rolling off him in waves.

“He spilt his wine; I was helping him clean up his sleeve,” you argue back before diving in for a kiss that is all biting and teeth. He gives as good as you serve, a warring of tongues.

“I saw. He did it deliberately just to get you to touch him,” Anthony volleys, breathing heavily over your lips as you break apart for air.

“And that woman was undressing you with her bloody eyes; I'm not fucking blind.”

You could go on like this for hours, just taunting each other, arousal and indignation blending together in an irresistible elixir.

“If it gets you this riled up, I will talk to every bloody woman in the world,” he posits, knowing he is playing with fire now.

“Don't you dare!” you growl, hand sliding possessively into the hair at the nape of his neck and grabbing a handful. 

It's his turn to growl back as you pull his chestnut strands between your knuckles until he manhandles your arms and, with sheer strength, forces them behind your back, you fighting the hold. 

“You have no fucking idea how sexy you are when you’re angry,” he snarls, looking down at you imperiously, drawing himself up to his full height, enveloping and surrounding you as you keep writhing in his hold. “Now, the most pertinent question is, are we going to fuck to get this out of our systems right now or later tonight?” You know the answer before he finishes his sentence, your body desperate for him.

“Now,” you demand hotly, pushing up onto your tiptoes to capture his lips again. “Right here.”

“As my lady commands…” he smirks, pulling you into a quiet alcove.

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[starg1rlie]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮

⟡ rating. fluff ( general audience )

⟡ prompt. "calla lily" ( getting married to character )

notes. joined ying's lil' milestone event , hehe , hopefully this doesn't botch on me . . . personally , weddings to me are so vv cute and magical !! ( also pardon if the wedding vows don't match the ones that you're used to , i just did it from memory ) reblogs and likes are appreciated ! | wc. 852 words ( 4,742 characters )

⟡ feat. various x fem! reader ( tartaglia, ayato, diluc, alhaitham, zhongli, thoma )

ㅤㅤWhat a feeling it is to be wed to someone, to be linked to the love of your life, to feel such joy and happiness as you look into your spouse’s eyes and know that your unconditional love is reciprocated, maybe even multiplied by tenfold. Marriage. Wedding. Vows. 

ㅤㅤYou liked to replay that night, the night he proposed to you, in your head as the two of you began wedding preparations. Thinking of the engagement ring sliding down your finger as you made plans for the wedding cake (he preferred a cake with the sweetness level lowered accordingly to match his palette), thinking of the way he swept you up in his arms while you were being fitted for your dress, thinking about the amount of unbridled affection and love in his eyes as you prepared yourself to do a practice walk down the aisle you’d walk on come next morning.

ㅤㅤ“You’re beautiful,” he murmured that night as he wrapped you up in a blanket and pulled you into his warm embrace. “You’re amazing.” He then pressed a kiss to your cheek. “You’re all that I could ever want or need.” He burrowed his face into the crook of your neck, warm breath fanning out against your collarbone, eliciting a giggle from you. “You’re my everything.”

ㅤㅤYou remembered quite vividly how happy you felt in that moment, simply you and him, tangled limbs under the bedsheets, thinking of the future that you two would share together. You remembered linking your hand with his, fingers lacing through his own, and staring into his eyes, his dazzling and mesmerizing eyes. You remembered watching him sleep, head propped up by one hand, the other still clasping your fiance’s, watching his chest rise and fall steadily with each intake of breath, admiring the curve of his jawline, drinking in every detail of his face, his body, his entire being so it would be permanently seared into your brain. 

ㅤㅤAnd so when the fateful day finally came, when you slipped into the wondrous dress your friends had picked out with you one night, when you held onto the bouquet of flowers in your hands tightly, when you adjusted the veil so that it would obscure your face (he’d chastise you for wearing it, covering your beautiful face from him, and you’d simply brush it off with a “it’s tradition”), you felt ready. Actually, scratch that, you felt more than ready. The procession began; someone was playing the wedding march on the piano, a child (no doubt Jean and Lisa’s; they recently adopted an adorable little girl) was wailing before she was soothed by her mothers, and even a few sniffles and tearful gazes. What a wonderful day it was to be married, to be wed to the love of your life.

ㅤㅤ“Do you, (Name), take this strapping young man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death?” the priest inquired, looking up from his book. 

ㅤㅤYou nodded, murmuring the words “I do” as the man proceeded, asking the same question to your soon-to-be husband.

ㅤㅤ“And do you, sir, take this lovely young lady to be your lawfully wedded wife?” 

ㅤㅤHe looked at you for a moment, a smile flickering over his lips, before nodding firmly. “I do.”

ㅤㅤ“And so, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you, husband, and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

ㅤㅤA cheer rose up from the people seated within the quaint little chapel he’d picked out, everyone rising to their feet and clapping loudly. You turned from your now-husband to wave at them all, blowing kisses towards everyone before turning back to face him. 

ㅤㅤ“Hey,” he said softly, quick to pull you in by the waist, using his free hand to push up your veil to get a better look at your face.

ㅤㅤ“Hey,” you replied with a small laugh, tugging off the elbow-length gloves you were currently wearing, placing a hand delicately against his cheek, cupping it and rubbing a thumb over the skin soothingly.

ㅤㅤ“So. We’re married now, huh?” He said with a low chuckle, that smirk never leaving his face as he slipped his hand under your chin, tilting you up closer to his face. “Who woulda thought? If someone told me ten years ago that I would marry my best friend, I would believe them to have rocks in their head.”

ㅤㅤYou tittered. “Yeah, I wouldn’t believe them either. But here we are.”

ㅤㅤ“Here we are,” he repeated, fondness clear in his tone. His eyes darted down to your lips, ignoring the ongoing chants of “kiss him!”, instead, initiating the kiss first, turning his head to angle his lips properly, locking against yours. The cheers rose again once more, noise amplified even louder, ringing in your ears as he swept you up in his arms, true bridal-style.

ㅤㅤ“Shall we go, wife?” he said with a grin.

ㅤㅤYou beamed at him, pecking his cheek. “We shall, husband.”

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[shadowsandshapes]

stumbles and falls, dropping my files like a silly little thembo

O-Oh! Goodness silly me, I dropped this snippet from the chapter 14 WIP of FFtB! How clumsy!!

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[httpiastri]

Jackieeee my most favourite-est person ever <33333

i was having a look-see through your prompts for your 1.5k celly (ive forgotten if i’ve said congrats already but if i haven’t, CONGRATULATIONS MY LOVE YOU DESERVE IT SO SO MUCH) and i was wondering if you’d do a Santa Tell Me with Clement and a combination of “you don’t have to be so gentle. i won’t break, you know” and - moving hair away from their face.

i think it’d be really cute idk 🥰

MUAH<3

- shy little embrose from the discord lmao

embrose! my darling!! 🥺💘 thank you so much for your kind words, you're so sweet omg :(( and thank you for requesting! i altered the prompt a little, hope that's okay <3 have a good day sweetheart! and happy new year!!!

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"i have never seen a worse dancer than marcus," lissie says from next to you, nodding off towards the dance floor. when your eyes follow hers, you can barely hold back the laughter that wants to slip past your lips. it's quite clear that marcus and clement are racing drivers, and james is an insurance broker, not professional dancers.

it's easy to tell that none of them are exactly sober, though you're not sure if their moves would've been that much better if they hadn't been as intoxicated. at least they're enjoying themselves, you think to yourself, taking a small sip out of the glass in your hand.

"i wouldn't say either one of them is better than the other," alice pipes up, nudging lissie's shoulder with her own. "doesn't marcus want to join dancing with the stars, though?"

"yeah, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't get voted off instantly."

as if they heard about your discussions, the boys soon stumble back to your table. they're all cackling about something james just said, and clement has a big grin plastered on his face when he flops down in the seat next to you. you cock a questioning eyebrow to him, but he merely shakes his head, one of his hands reaching down to take one of yours. he gives you a gentle squeeze, eyes shifting back to james who's suddenly in the middle of telling some kind of story about a guy on the dance floor.

clement's touch is innocent, and he means no harm. as always, he has good intentions; he wants you to feel comfortable at all times. the thing is, you do feel comfortable – but his soft touches and gentle caresses are not enough.

it's especially easy to feel jealous when his friends and their girlfriends are around, showing off how comfortable they are in public. james and alice have been going out for ages, so pda is never a big deal for them. even marcus and lissie will disappear into a dark corner of a club every once in a while, only to reappear with swollen lips and occasionally a few poorly covered lovebites on their skin.

but clement? always so soft, always so delicate. too soft, too delicate.

behind closed doors, it's a different story. when it's just him and you, he's got no problems being rougher and showing you just how much he wants you. but when you're out in public, even a tiny kiss on your lips is highly uncommon. it all originates in his need to take care of you, to make sure he never does anything wrong – he would hate himself if he ever did something you disapproved of in public. so instead, he always holds back, even though he sometimes wishes he didn't.

the thought is sweet, and you're so grateful to be dating a man who cares so much about your feelings. but you do wish he would... do more.

you aren't sure how to tell him about this, though. it's something you've thought about a lot, but a good time for the conversation just never seems to appear.

when clement looks over at you from james, he notices how your expression has changed. from the bubbly exterior you usually show off to a slightly more gloomy look, and he frowns. he leans down towards you, his mouth brushing your ear as he whispers. "everything okay?"

when he leans back and sees you nodding, a soft smile spreads over his lips. his hand reaches for your face, taking it in his palm and letting his thumb run over the skin of your cheek. his other hand brushes away a few stray hairs that have fallen into your face, and...

there it is again. that light touch, the gentleness.

now or never, you think to yourself.

"hey," you say, catching him off guard. he raises his eyebrows. "you don't have to be so gentle just because we're with friends, you know."

clement's mouth drops open, and then he closes it again. and then opens and drops again. his eyebrows furrow and he looks deep in thought, blinking a few times before finally speaking. "what?"

you let out a groan. "just kiss me properly, you muppet."

he doesn't need to hear anything else. he captures your lips instantly, kissing you like his life depends on it. the hand that was on your cheek just seconds ago has reached down to the back of your neck, pushing you further into him as his thumb runs along the front of your throat. a sound escapes from your mouth and he feels the vibrations as he swallows it, hearing it loud and clear in his head despite the loud music. it's like you're in your own bubble now, completely unknowing of the dancing and music around you, and of how your friends have all stopped to watch you with raised eyebrows.

it's nothing unique per se – you've gone much further than this before – but in this context, it's new. out in the wild, in front of strangers, right before your friends. it's strange, but exciting.

when you eventually pull away, your arms have draped over his shoulders and you've moved so close that your legs are practically on top of his. your eyes flutter closed again when clement's hot breath fans over your face, both of you trying to catch your breaths.

suddenly, a loud cheer erupts from your side as james starts hollering and clapping his hands. marcus soon joins in, his wolf-whistles loud enough to probably be heard all the way across the club, and you lean forward to hide your reddening face in clement's shoulder. you forgot that this would be the consequence of your actions...

but then again, it was worth it. definitely.

clement wraps his arms around your waist, chest bouncing with laughter. "good on you, mate," james yells, and you can practically hear the smirk on his lips. "is this the first time you guys have kissed, or-"

"shut up."

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[hollythius]

PURPLE LILAC — the first few days of getting together

i’m so happy to be apart of @i23kazu ‘s ambrosial collab! ^^

note: alhaitam x reader 😋 he is my little stress ball i lob him 💕 newly established relationship, reader is gn, they read together 🤭 giggling and kicking my feet writing this…

alhaitam isn’t affectionate.

you know that better than anyone. you were his best friend for years, somehow, and that blossomed into a little more over time.

now, you are officially partners.

something changed. “haitham?” you ask one night. a meal cooked lovingly by you sits on the table as your lover stares it down. he doesn’t respond, and you begin to worry. did something happen at work? was he having trouble with his roommate?

“hm? sorry, let’s eat. i don’t want to waste this food.”

his typical bluntness seemed forced this time, and your uneasiness only grew. dinner passed, and you eventually migrated to the couch. reading together was an activity you had both partaken in many times over the years, but this was the first time having done it as lovers.

what was different? nothing really. but your hand on his forearm and your face smushed against his shoulder to see the words on the page was making him stumble. alhaitam rarely stuttered during your reading sessions— in your head you feared that you were the reason for his discomfort. which was true, technically, but not for the reasons you thought.

as you followed along with alhaitam’s voice, the words on the page began to blur together as you dozed off. it had indeed been a long day. alhaitam only noticed once your head had fallen from his shoulder— he immediately tensed, gripping the book tightly before gently moving so that your head rested on the plushness of the couch.

as you continued to slumber, alhaitam mulled over his options. he could lay you on the couch and sit in the kitchen, waiting for you to awake. no, then you might wake up stiff. perhaps he could leave you like you were now? definitely not. hm, the only option left was to carry you to bed. he had been in your chambers before, but that was as friends while being expressly told to go in there by you yourself. would you be okay with him in there? even if only for a minute?

while alhaitam stressed himself out, you tiredly blinked, your momentary nap over. peeking through your eyelids, you saw alhaitam with his pondering, decision-making face. what was he planning? you thought, and shut your eyes again. faking a little can’t hurt…

it wasn’t long before you felt alhaitam pick you up bridal style, and the only reason you didn’t react harshly was because of a whispered “y/n, please don’t be cross with me. i simply want you to be comfortable.”

your heart melted. was he thinking about you being mad at him? how could you even think of being cross with someone so cute?!

he carefully opened your bedroom door, depositing you on your comfy mattress. alhaitam stared down at your figure before leaning down.

“i know that…i am not affectionate. or particularly loving. but i’m happy with this, and i hope you are too,” he whispered, kissing your temple.

alhaitam leaves, returning to his book in the living room.

sure, alhaitam isn’t affectionate. you know that.

but you wouldn’t have him any other way.

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[fuckmymunson]

🎄Under the christmas tree

“Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.”

with steve harrington <3

Another day, another (flop) slay.

18+, smut! oral (f<3), fingering, exhibitionism?, lil' bit of overstimulation <3. Steve's god skill to eat pussy!

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With your back against the cold leather of Steve's backseat, you tangle your elegant fingers on his soft, long curls. Your rings, courtesy of the man between your legs get caught on his hair with every pull, making him moan in delight at the extra yank it gives him. The position looks uncomfortable, and to be honest, it is; But, you are touching heaven.

His tongue swirls around your clit, puffy and pulsing. You can hear the distant crickets and the water crashing against the rocks at Lover's lake, the full moon shining above your naked forms.

"S—Steve, stop, I can't" You whine, trying to push him away but he won't budge. You can see it in his eyes, warm as honey and glassy, lost in the pleasure he is giving you.

"Yes you can, and you will" He mutters against you, licking his lips sensually. Your hand cups his cheek, tracing your thumb against his lower lip, wet with your juices and his spit. Bringing it to your face, your tongue darts and licks it from your finger, making him groan in delight. "Dirty girl, my dirty girl"

The overstimulation it's almost too much.

But the way he's almost begging for you to cum one last time it's intoxicating, alluring you to please him in every way possible. Steve's thumbs spread your pussy, giving him his favorite view.

"God, you have the prettiest fucking cunt I've ever seen" He murmurs, more to himself than for you to hear. He sees how your body shivers at the compliment and his cock twitches against the leather seat. His dick it's so hard it's borderline unbearable, but he's addicted to eating you out.

"Steve, stop, stop, stop" Your words are breathless, but your body language says differently. Your sweet pussy keeps feeding him, trying (and failing) to satiate the insatiable: Which was your boyfriend.

“Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.” He implores, flicking your puffy clit with his tongue and sliding two fingers inside of you. The action makes you scream and clench, and your back arches in pleasure and a little bit of pain. "Please, princess, cum for me, I fucking need it"

Your thighs spread even wider and your head barely touches the seat, closing your eyes you basically grind against him as you orgasm for the third time that night, by his tongue and fingers. Steve's hand leaves your drenched hole and squeezes your thighs in a futile attempt to find leverage. In the end, he just lets himself go and forgets to breathe, inhaling your cunt as if it provides him the oxygen he needs to live.

Which, it's true.

#omel is writing! #omel answers! #ivy bby! #omenhel's 1.5k flowers! #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington imagine

[moonlitmeeks]

BEE!!! I’m here again with another one; let’s make a little Snowball!! Maybe for midnight baking with Rory Gilmore?

Thanks in advance, and I hope you’re doing well!! 🖤🖤🖤

rory gilmore my angel girl<3 thanks so so much for this request my lovely,, hope you like it!! i just took this as romantic,, so i hope that's okay!!<3

✩࿐midnight baking with rory gilmore (headcanons)

warnings: food mentions

though it was way too late to be giggling like you are, you and rory both know lorelai wouldn't really care

not when you'd have a whole batch of baked goods to present as an apology, anyway

it was around eleven pm when rory had the genius suggestion that you two should bake, in order to satiate both of your sweet cravings

how could you say no to a grin as pretty as hers?

the consequences of her idea?

a slightly messy kitchen and even messier hands and flour stained clothes.

rory's hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, and you moved to push her bangs out of her face now and then

after much discussion, the two of you had settled on cookies, something fairly simple that would be impossible to mess up

whilst rory measured out the ingredients, you settled for passing her each ingredient she'd need

you worked comfortably as a pair, wordlessly following the recipe and taking over different roles

as you worked to mix the ingredients together to form a dough that you could actually work with, rory disappeared into her room, returning with her cd player tucked under her arm

"rory, it's midnight!" "i'll turn it down, i swear!"

you shape the cookies to the soundtrack of one of rory's pj harvey cds, playfully singing to one another as you go

when you took a second to admire her, your heart skipped a beat

the whole scene was so domestic

rory in her pyjamas, her ponytail barely even holding her hair back from her face, baking with flushed cheeks and a content smile

she pulled you out of your trance by attempting to wipe some dough on your cheek

thanks to the consistency, instead of smearing like she had intended, it just fell to the ground as a smattering of crumbs

you laughed at her efforts, protesting with a soft 'hey!' that both of you knew held no malice

when the cookies were in the oven, you took the chance to just enjoy each other's company

talk, dance, press some soft kisses to each other's skin

sleep was beginning to take its hold when the cookies had finally finished cooking.

rory began to move your creations from the baking tray to a large plate, leaving two aside for you to enjoy right away.

still warm cookies in hand, you and rory retreated to the living room sofa, sleepily eating and curling in to each other

lorelai wasn't incredibly pleased with the mountain of washing up she discovered upon waking, but the offering of cookies definitely took her mind off of it.

#🌨️ ; bee’s 1.5k winter wonderland! #raven<3 #rory gilmore #rory gilmore x reader #rory gilmore x you #rory gilmore x y/n #rory gilmore imagine #rory gilmore fluff #rory gilmore headcanons #gilmore girls #gilmore girls x you #gilmore girls x reader

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hey^^ could you write lee know angst. idk i was thinking maybe childhood bsf to lovers and hurt/comfort. like minho has a crush on reader but reader has a boyfriend. maybe the boyfriend just broke up with them so minho comforts them…

first of all, sorry this took me like 85 years omg

second, i combined these two requests, i hope that's okay! the story is angsty, but has a happy ending (bc i can't handle bad endings lol)

enjoy <3

Minho’s heart was absolutely breaking. Seeing you like this, hunched over in your pajamas and sobbing your heart out… He didn’t know what to do with himself. He was rubbing your back and handing you tissues intermittently, lightly scrunching his nose when you put the snotty paper directly on your bed sheets afterwards. Still, he didn’t say anything.

He had received a call from you at 1:15am, and had fully intended on telling you (fondly, of course) to get lost before hanging up on you. His words had been caught in his throat as soon as he heard your sniffles and muffled sobs, shooting out of bed and starting to get dressed before he even knew what was wrong. Through your sobbing, all Minho could decipher was that your boyfriend had cheated on you, and he had never considered hiring a hitman before, but damn if it didn’t seem tempting.

When he had arrived at your apartment, he had let himself in with the code you had entrusted him with. He kicked his shoes off, not caring where they went as he speed-walked to your bedroom. He had knocked on the door gently, so gently you had barely heard him over your loud sniffles and stuffy nose. You had attempted to make yourself look less pathetic before calling him inside. You had failed miserably.

Of course, to Minho you looked beautiful, even with snot and tears covering half your face. He had gently sunk down next to you on your bed and given you a gentle smile. You had attempted to smile back, but your face ended up screwed up in pain as you remembered the reason why your best friend was interrupting your crying session. His chest felt like it was in a million knots at the sight of you, sobbing and crying and so obviously hurting.

“I’m s-so sorry for c-calling you here,” you got out through sobs, blowing your nose immediately after and depositing the tissue with the others on the bed next to you. It was disgusting, yes, but you did not have the energy to go fetch a trash can. “I know y-you didn’t even l-like him.”

This was true. Minho had always hated your ex, and in his mind, he had good reason to do so. In reality? Prior to today, not so much. He hadn’t realized he was in love with you until you were a good month into your relationship, and honestly, that was on him. The fact that you were in a relationship should have made Minho happy, and mostly, it kind of did; when he didn’t have to see the guy who was making you happy, that was.

Minho himself had always had high standards for himself in relationships. He always made sure to remember his significant other’s schedule, their favorite foods and restaurants, their plans with their friends… Your boyfriend had never done any of this, so he couldn’t help but think that he could treat you better. He had kept his distance, though - you had seemed so happy with the other guy, as much as he personally thought you shouldn’t be.

“I don’t care about him,” Minho scoffed. “I’m here because you’re sad. What the fuck has that got to do with him?”

He knew he sounded angry and resentful. He was. He just hoped you didn’t pick up on the poorly masked jealousy in his voice, because as much as he wanted to finally confess to you now that you were presumably single, you needed time to heal first, and he was more than happy to grant it.

He smiled when you snorted out a laugh; nothing would ever compare to your laugh, your smile. One of the seemingly endless knots in his chest loosened a little. God, he was down bad. His heart hurt when more tears flowed down your cheeks, seemingly without your permission, in spite of your laughter.

“Well, that might be true, but I figured you’d be all smug about it,” you muttered back, glaring at him jokingly.

Minho had never felt such relief as when you stopped stuttering through your sentences and started bantering with him. You were always beautiful to him, but seeing you in pain was more than his heart could handle.

“Mm, I still might be,” he teased back with a shit-eating grin. You scoffed and smacked his shoulder, which he jokingly clutched in mock pain. “Heartbreak makes you strong, what the fuck.”

Briefly, he froze. What if he had said the wrong thing? What if he made you burst into tears again? He was already thinking about ways to punish himself for hurting you (mostly through means of making you happy, which honestly wouldn’t be much of a punishment for him) when you laughed again. The sound loosened yet another knot in his chest. He looked over at you in relief, unable to stop himself from smiling softly at the spark that finally reappeared in your eyes.

“I’m sure it’s the heartbreak, and not you being a wimp.”

He gasped and tackled you to the bed, tickling you mercilessly until you were crying - this time out of laughter. Maybe the knots weren’t endless, after all.

~*~

After spending the night at your apartment, completely unwilling to leave you alone, Minho took you out to get coffee in the morning. He insisted on paying, and since your head felt like it was full of cotton, you didn’t care to argue all that much. Your eyes were puffy and your nose was still a little red from the absolute meltdown you’d had not even 12 hours prior, but you had showered, brushed your hair and put on jeans, so you counted it as a win. Apparently, someone else appreciated your effort. While you were sitting at the table waiting for Minho to bring you your food and coffee, a pretty cute guy approached you.

“Excuse me,” he said gently.

You tore your eyes away from your phone, startled. You had been watching a cute TikTok of kittens - a truly pathetic attempt to make yourself feel better, even if it did make you smile a little - and had not anticipated social interaction. Your eyes were wide as you looked at him, but the man just beamed charmingly at you.

“Hi, I’m Hyunjin,” he introduced himself, stretching his hand out for you to shake. You still looked (and felt) confused as you shook his hand and mumbled your name in return, which Hyunjin found very cute. “I’m sorry, I don’t normally do this, but uhm… I was wondering if maybe I could give you my number? I know this might come off as a bit creepy, so I’m sorry if that’s the case.”

His rambling was adorable to you, so just laughed lightly. You didn’t really know what to do with this situation, seeing as you weren’t even technically single yet, much less over your last boyfriend. You figured since you would be the one in possession of the (actually pretty cute) guy’s number, you had nothing to lose really. Plus, honestly, it gave you a bit of an ego boost.

“You’re fine. Uhm, sure, I’ll take your number I guess,” you answered eventually, biting your lip to keep from grinning like an idiot.

Minho was watching the exchange from the counter. He felt like he was losing his one shot with you, especially considering how handsome the guy who was obviously flirting with you was. The stupid guy even got you to smile, despite your last relationship going up in flames mere hours ago. He watched as the guy input his number into your phone, his heart cracking.

“Two lattes and two scones for Minho,” the barista said, handing the boy a tray with his order on it.

Minho snapped out of his reverie and started walking toward the table you had picked out. His timing was perfect, because he didn’t have to interact with the dude - he could barely catch the guy’s quick “hope to hear from you soon” before he had slinked away, grinning like an idiot.

He couldn’t let you know that he was feeling jealous, dejected and heartbroken - those were feelings reserved for you to feel. So, he bravely plastered a smug smirk on his face and teasingly lifted an eyebrow as he approached, the blush coloring your cheeks making his heart speed up without his permission.

“Someone’s got game,” he teased. God, the words felt so wrong to him. He wanted to fall to his knees, wanted to beg you not to look at anyone other than him ever again, wanted to beg for your sunny smile to never leave your face; but he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. What you needed was a friend, despite your somewhat positive reaction to what’s-his-face’s advances.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, grabbing your scone from the tray he was putting on the table.

“What, don’t wanna tell me about how you’re less heartbroken because I am amazing?” he teased. You glared at him, your eyes flicking between his face and the butterknife you were holding menacingly. “Calm down there, bucko. Anyway, do you think you’re gonna call him?”

Minho wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer, but something in him felt the need to ask either way. Maybe he was a masochist; somehow, he felt like not knowing at all would hurt more than knowing. You considered his words for a moment or two, taking a tentative sip of your drink in the meantime. Your beauty struck him hard in that moment - he couldn’t really blame that guy for asking for your number, honestly.

“I don’t know yet,” you sighed as you placed your cup onto the table between you. “I mean, he’s cute, but I don’t even know what’s going on with me and….” You sighed again. “I’ll figure it out.”

As much as Minho wanted you to feel better, he couldn’t help but hope that you wouldn’t text that guy. Maybe he was selfish (he definitely was) but his heart was breaking at the mere thought of watching you enter a new relationship with someone that wasn’t him. If you noticed that his smiles were tighter after that, you didn’t mention it.

~*~

Minho was helping you clean your fridge and freezer out when the subject of your love life came up again. It had only been about a week, but you were already doing much better. You had texted your asshole of an ex to end things the day you went to the café, armed with the knowledge that breaking up over text was nowhere near as bad as cheating on someone. It wasn’t exactly taking the high road, but fuck that - you were hurt and you didn’t want to see him ever again. Minho approved.

“So,” you started, and your best friend hummed from where he was hunched over your freezer. Him “helping” was actually him doing it for you; he knew you hated doing it more than anything, and he would do anything for you. In your defense, you were doing the dishes that had been piling up since your breakup. “I texted Hyunjin today.”

Minho’s movements paused for half a second. “Hyunjin?” he asked. He could only assume it was the guy from the café, but he hoped not.

Actually, he hoped you were just joking and the only person you had texted was him. Not that you weren’t allowed to text others, but his feelings for you had been growing exponentially as you spent more time together over the past few weeks, and considering he had already been very much in love with you, he was down bad. His first thought in the morning always looked suspiciously like your eyes, and his last thought at night usually sounded an awful lot like your laughter when he did something deliberately stupid. Screw down bad, he was falling down a bottomless pit and he just kept gaining speed.

“The guy from the café,” you said, focusing on scrubbing one of the particularly dirty plates. Your best friend took a deep breath in and blocked his unwarranted, jealous thoughts - they could remain in his head all they wanted, but he refused to let them taint his time with you. It was too precious for petty arguments.

“Ah,” he mumbled in reply, pulling out the last shelf from your freezer. When he stood up straight, his back crackled concerningly, making you look up from the sink at him and giggle. He considered doing it again just to hear your laugh again; it made his chest expand with a particular brand of happiness only you had the power to grant him. “Did he respond?”

Did he want to know? No, this time he definitely did not; however, he knew that you would get suspicious if he didn’t ask, so he resigned himself to hearing about it. He figured that even if he couldn’t have you in the way he wanted, he could at least look after you. He had done it before, as much as it had killed him.

“He did,” you answered, and Minho could hear your smile without even looking up. It was bittersweet, you being happy because of someone else.

“So you do have game, I’m impressed,” he teased. Your happiness trumped his, any day of the week.

“Shut up,” you whined and promptly flicked soapy water at him, making him screech like a hyena - mostly to make you laugh, but the water did feel cold as fuck. “We decided to go get coffee together, I guess, but I don’t know how I feel about it.” You turned back to the dishes, scrubbing intently at the same plate.

Even though you said it casually, like it didn’t matter to you at all, Minho heard the tension in your voice. He immediately dropped everything, standing up and turning to you. You always had 100% of his attention (the poor man couldn’t help it) but now he was laser focused. You were feeling bad in some capacity, and he couldn’t stand for it.

“Hey,” he said gently, placing a hand on your shoulder. He almost kissed you when you looked up at him, your eyes sparkling and looking so domestic in your rubber gloves. He forced himself to move on. “If you don’t want to go, you don’t have to, okay?”

You nodded distractedly, looking down at the soapy water filled with dishes. “It’s not that I don’t want to,” you muttered, “I do. I just… Feel like I’m not done. With… him. He really hurt me, Min.”

The tears in your eyes made him wonder what it would take to hire that hitman he had been thinking about two weeks earlier - it would probably be worth it. No, it definitely would, your happiness was more valuable than literally anything else, ever. He gently placed his arm around your waist, squeezing carefully. You smiled at him, giggling slightly. It was a sad sound, but better than crying.

“I know, baby,” he answered, leaning his head on top of yours as you placed the (finally clean) plate on the drying rack and picked up a wine glass. “Look, if you want to go, you should. Just tell me when you guys are meeting up, and I’ll make sure I’m free and I can come to the rescue if you need me to, yeah?”

You didn’t even blink as you dropped the glass in the sink and threw your arms around your best friend. Your tears spilled over your lower lashes, tracing streaks down your cheeks, but you didn’t care; your best friend was the best person in the entire world.

~*~

Minho was pacing. You were on your date with Hyunjin - was it even a date? - and he was feeling more restless than he had in his entire life. He was glad you had decided that your happiness was more important than the hurt your absolute dick of an ex had caused you, but he couldn’t deny the large cracks in his heart at the thought that he wasn’t the one bringing you said happiness.

When he received a text from you, he jumped to read it and answer it as soon as possible. He started walking toward the door before he even read it, just to be prepared if you needed him to come running.

y/nnie: it’s all good, min! no need to come :)

y/nnie: thank u for looking out for me <3

Oh. Well. He felt relieved as well as disappointed. He pushed the disappointment back as far as he could, hoping to bury it forever. He sat down on the couch and stared at his living room wall as his heart broke. Fuck.

~*~

“So how was your date yesterday?” Minho asked as casually as he could when you met up the next day. He only asked after you had pushed him onto your couch and stuck a facemask on his skin, his head tilted back. He basked in your touch.

“What?” you laughed, shaking your head as you pushed another mask onto your own skin beside him. “Min, it wasn’t a date.”

His mind felt numb. He was trying so hard to force himself not to get his hopes up again, to not allow himself joy for your lack of romantic interest in this Hyunjin guy. He closed his eyes but raised his eyebrows, his head lolling toward you in a manner designed to make you laugh. You did. He felt successful.

“Look,” you sighed. “Hyunjin also thought it was a date at first, and honestly, I thought so too. But then I just… It felt irresponsible and unfair to go on a date when I know for a fact that I am not ready for it, that I’m not emotionally available enough for that. It felt mean, honestly. So we talked, and I told him how I felt, and he said it was all cool. We’re friends now, and I set him up with Ryujin. She was ecstatic, by the way.”

Minho listened carefully to your explanation. He always listened to you, but this time he really analyzed every single word that spilled from your lips. He opened his eyes to look at you once you went silent, his chest filling with butterflies when your form registered in his brain. You were wearing sweatpants and a tank top, your hair a complete and utter mess on top of your head and looking like some kind of bank robber because of your facemask; and yet, you were the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

If you had been dating, he’s pretty sure he would have proposed just like that. Just ask you. Because that was so you and Minho, it epitomized your relationship; easy, casual, no need for embellishment or pretense. Just… you. And him. He hoped he would get the opportunity to propose to you one day.

“I’m sure she was,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. You snorted, and he fell deeper.

“Anyway,” you continued, “Hyunjin is a cool guy. We just didn’t… click like that. And even if we did-” you stopped yourself, shaking your head with a sigh. “He’s not for me. I’m not ready now.”

“You know,” Minho started gently, making you look into his eyes. He smiled a little at the thought of how you must look, both covered in facemasks and gazing into each other’s eyes softly. You sunk back on the couch and leaned your head back over the back, just like he was doing. “I don’t think you will be ready to date until you have a conversation with Fuckface McGee.”

His uncreative name for your ex made you burst into laughter, and Minho felt like he could fly. You looked beautiful like that, head tilted back, eyes scrunched up and mouth open in unabashed laughter. He filed the image away in his mind along with the countless other precious memories he had with you.

“You might be right,” you said when you had sobered up, the ghost of a smile still lingering on your lips. “Maybe I should… talk to him. Meet him.”

The room was silent for a while. He felt your hand sneak closer to his, and he grabbed it without hesitation. You often sought comfort from him like that, finding physical contact with him steadying. The silence was nice, comfortable and thick with unspoken affection for one another and the relationship you had. Minho started to feel sleepy.

When the timer went off, signalling for you to take the facemasks off, you shuffled into the bathroom together. As you were stood side by side, he caught your gaze in the mirror. He saw the discomfort, the insecurity and the pain that filled you and gave you the smile that never failed to fill you with calm.

“Again,” he said, “let me know when you’re meeting and I’ll make sure that I’m available.”

Your heart clenched.

~*~

“I met up with him today,” you said offhandedly as you watched a movie together a few weeks later.

It took a few seconds for the meaning of your words to sink in, but when they did Minho’s entire body stiffened. He didn’t need to ask who - your tone (combined with the proverbial storm cloud that seemed to have made its home above your head for the day) clued him into the fact that you were talking about your cheating scumbag of an ex. He didn’t know what to do. He had spent the past weeks helping you recover from what that asshole did to you, but he hadn’t actually asked you where your relationship stood. He decided that the best approach was to be nonchalant, objective; just be there for whatever you had decided to do. Even if it might kill him.

He knew he was being dramatic - he had seen you in a relationship before, it wasn’t new to him. The problem was that he finally felt like he could breathe now that he didn’t have to see you be in love with someone who wasn’t him, when he could finally start to cautiously give you hints about his feelings. He was sure you didn’t notice his advances, if you could even call them that. He was too much of a coward to do much.

“Okay,” he answered slowly, waiting for you to continue without taking his eyes away from the TV. He had no idea what was happening on screen. “I thought you were going to let me know when you were meeting? Did it go okay?”

“Don’t worry,” you chuckled humorlessly, “we did not get back together. Nor will we ever.” He felt like fist-pumping the air. “I just decided that I deserved closure, and went in there with that attitude.”

“You do,” he agreed, finally turning to look you in the eyes. “What he did was fucked up, Y/n. Never forget that.”

You laughed lightly and nodded, ruffling his hair a little. You turned around and rested your back against his chest, continuing to watch the movie. Minho wouldn’t be able to do that if he wanted, the weight of you against him combined with the smell of you too much for him. He prayed you couldn’t feel his heart beating against your back and did his best to relax and savor the moment.

“Actually,” you hesitantly spoke up after a minute or two, “he told me something.”

“Oh?” he hummed back, fingers absentmindedly playing with a strand of your hair. It was so soft.

“He, uh, he thinks you have feelings for me,” you mumbled, reaching down to play with the hem of your shirt.

Minho’s entire body went rigid. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? He did have feelings for you - actually, scratch that, he was full-on in love with you. He wanted to date you, move in with you, marry you, have kids with you and grow old with you. Without you in his life, everything looked bleak. Could he really tell you, though? What if it made you uncomfortable? What if you thought that all these weeks of him helping you get over Fuckface McGee was some sort of plan to woo you? It wasn’t, he hoped you knew that, but…

He was scared, but he couldn’t help but feel excited at the prospect of finally letting his feelings out. Being able to tell you felt like a huge relief, no matter the outcome. He decided to let the excitement win.

“I- uhm.”

Okay. Fucking great start, Minho. Truly fantastic stuff.

“I told him he was crazy, of course, but… Do you? Like me, I mean. As more than a friend.”

Your voice was so small, so careful, and he hated that you were holding back. You never held back with him, and he never wanted you to. He wanted to know everything about you, every single thought that went through your head. For once, prioritizing your feelings over his own meant that he could prioritize himself, too.

“I do.”

The answer made it feel like time was standing still. You were frozen, staring up at him. He was frozen, staring right back. He couldn’t breathe. The TV chattering on in the background faded away, feeling almost alien in the tense moment where nothing else seemed to move.

After at least 30 seconds of silence, Minho decided that he’d had enough. He took your stunned silence as a rejection, and knew that he would need to move on. That was okay, as long as he got to have you in his life as a friend.

“Y/n, it’s literally okay if you don’t feel the same. I will be in your life in whatever capacity you want me to be. I get it if you need a break from spending time with me while I sort my feelings out, but-”

“Please don’t.”

Your words made him stop. What the hell did that mean? Did you want him to stop talking? He could feel all his earlier bravado slowly exit his body, and decided to let you take the reins. As long as you were comfortable in every situation with him, he couldn’t care less what happened between you.

“I didn’t mean- I don’t-” You stopped and took a deep breath. “I didn’t mean for you to stop talking. I always want to hear what you have to say, so I’m sorry it came out like that. I meant… please don’t sort your feelings out. Unless sorting them out means that you want to be with me. Because I have been in love with you for years, and you’ve been so great these past few weeks that I-”

Your word-vomit was interrupted by your best friend’s lips on yours. He would apologize once he was finished kissing you, he would, but he couldn’t be held responsible for this reaction. He had been wanting to kiss you for so long, had been in love with you for so long, and it was finally reciprocated. You would forgive him. Hopefully.

Your lips were soft and warm against his, and you tasted like the strawberry chapstick you always wore as well as the chocolate popcorn you were eating during the movie. He would put up with your gross chocolate popcorn as long as you would be his. He couldn’t help the borderline moan that he exhaled when you kissed him back, and he definitely couldn’t stop the butterflies in his chest from erupting when he felt you smile against his lips. He was getting dizzy, but he wouldn’t stop; he couldn’t. You. You liked him. You liked him.

After a minute or two, you pulled away, breathing hard. The kiss hadn’t been particularly raunchy, but he always managed to steal your breath no matter what he did, so it didn’t surprise you that you were lacking oxygen after a simple kiss.

When you looked into his eyes, you saw the sparkles in them - the sparkles that you adored, the ones that would come out when he talked about his cats, his friends, and his latest experiment in the kitchen. The sparkles that only came out when he was truly happy. You couldn’t get any oxygen in your lungs if you tried, so you just collapsed against his chest, your face pressed into the crook of his neck.

Minho’s entire body erupted in goosebumps as he felt your breath brushing against the skin of his neck. He wrapped you in his arms as tight as he could, a big, dumb, dopey grin on his face. He was holding you. He had kissed you. You felt the same. He was flying.

“Please tell me you’re mine,” he whispered, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “Only if you want to be, of course, but I would really, really like it if you were mine. If I was yours.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, the thought of him being yours sending your mind into an absolute frenzy. You extracted your face from his neck and looked into his eyes again, your legs turning to jello. Thank fuck you were laying down.

“I’m yours, Minho. And you’re mine.”

Your best friend - well, boyfriend - grinned so big he felt like his face was going to split in half. He couldn’t help himself and planted a big kiss on your lips again. You melted into him, resting comfortably against his chest. You felt safe and warm, and like you were exactly where you were meant to be.

Minho’s heart, which had been cracking continually for the past month, was healed. It was pounding against his chest, reminding him of the fact that he was alive and breathing, and that you loved him back.

a/n: thank you for reading!! i hope you enjoyed it. i would really appreciate if you liked and/or reblogged my fics, as it encourages me to keep writing <3

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