#STOP WIGGLING YOUR EYEBROWS SPARK

[itadorey]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

pairing: geto suguru x gn!reader summary: geto doesn't know if you've been looking for him or not, but he does know that he can't look you in the eyes after your last mission together. genre: friends to lovers, angst to fluff, hurt/comfort notes: reader lights a cigarette, doesn't actually smoke it. reader was previously injured on a mission (description of the incident), no actual timeline fit but kind of an au in my head where geto stays at tokyo jujutsu high wc: ~3.2k

Geto pauses when he walks through the entrance to the school grounds, stopping in his tracks when he sees you sitting on the front steps of the dorms.

He's silent as he observes you, one of your legs bent at the knee while the other remains stretched out, your body twisted slightly as one of your elbows rests on the step behind you. Your head is ducked down slightly as you fiddle with something in your hands, and when you toss your head back in what he can only assume is boredom, he sees the cigarette dangling from the corner of your mouth.

Your head perks up when you hear his footsteps approaching, and you give him a lazy smile before straightening up, hunching over slightly before patting the empty space next to you. He does his best to avoid looking at your left arm, hanging limply in a sling because of him.

Because he wasn't strong enough to protect you, he reminds himself.

"Are you just gonna stand there looking constipated or what?" you asks, your smile widening as you take in his pinched expression. He looks uncomfortable, a pained frown on his face as he shifts his weight from one foot to another and looks around.

"Does Yaga know you snuck out of the infirmary?" he asks, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he kicks a stray rock. He ignores the way you giggle at his question, refusing to look at you even though that's the only thing he ever wants to do when you're around.

"I was released. Does he know you snuck out of the school?" you shoot back in response, eyebrow arching as you pat the space next to you once again. "C'mere, Suguru. You're acting weird."

Geto is stiff as he takes a seat next to you, leaving a ridiculous amount of space between the two of you as he brings his knees up to his chest. He tenses even more when you shuffle closer, and he resists the urge to flinch away when you fix him with an unreadable stare.

A faint clicking catches his attention, and he lets his gaze wander down to your hands. His eyebrows furrow when he sees the pink lighter held tightly between your fingers, your thumb playing with the spark wheel absentmindedly.

"Isn't that Shoko's?" he asks, recognizing the lighter as the one that always seemed to be lost. He thinks about the way Shoko always rummages through her bag, her voice tired and exasperated as she constantly asks her friends if they've seen it. His question earns a laugh from you, and you nudge him with your shoulder before replying.

"Yeah, and so is this."

He can't help the way his eyes immediately drift to your mouth, and he stares intently as you purse your lips to wiggle the cigarette in a teasing manner. He gives a half-hearted huff, eyes still burning into you as you raise the lighter to your face.

The lighter sparks to life at the first touch of your thumb, the soft, orange light of the flame dancing across your features as you bring it to the cigarette. You look ethereal, the shadows dancing across your face and highlighting the bridge of your nose, the curve of your lips, and the sly shine in your eyes as you cup it with your injured hand to shield it from the wind.

Geto feels his heart ache with want.

A hum of content leaves your lips when you see the end of the cigarette burning, and you tuck the lighter back into your pocket before turning to face Geto. His eyes are still fixed on you, eyes dropping down to your lips every few seconds before he suddenly leans forward.

You feel your breath stutter slightly at his close proximity, studying the slope of his nose and barely sparing a glimpse at his eyes before he presses even closer and your own eyes flutter shut. A moment of silence passes before you feel the cigarette being pulled out of your mouth, his fingertips brushing against your lips before they pull away.

It's embarrassing to admit that you're waiting for a kiss that never comes, so you awkwardly clear your throat and straighten up as you hear more than see the way Geto crushes the cigarette under his shoe. The same one that he had just pulled from your lips.

(You try to ignore the way you can still feel his touch, instead deciding to focus on the fact that you had just lit the cigarette up).

"Hey! I didn't even take a single drag!" you complain, lips pursed in a pout and eyebrows furrowed as you nudge him with your shoulder once again. There's a soft look in his eyes as he turns his head to look at you, and you find yourself softening slightly before you roll your eyes and lean away. "It took me forever to steal that from Shoko. She never lets those things out of her sight."

"They're bad for you," is all Geto murmurs in response, his foot still absently grinding down on the cigarette. You see the way his eyes flicker down to your arm, all softness in his gaze having been replaced by something akin to guilt. "You got enough problems as is. We don't need you having respiratory issues on top off everything else."

"It was one cigarette, Suguru," you argue, rolling your eyes before waving your arm around. "Besides, this is healed thanks to Shoko. In fact, hold on."

Geto watches as you remove the sling, tossing it behind you as you wave your arm once again.

"Put it back on," he says with a scowl, reaching behind you to grab the sling. The close proximity causes the both of you to freeze, and you stare into his dark eyes before turning away, refusing to have a repeat of the earlier incident. You feel Geto's hand cup your cheek, and your eyes slightly widen as he turns your head back to face him.

He holds your gaze for a few seconds before he lets the sling drop into your lap. Neither one of you backs away, and Geto's eyes drop to your lips when he sees your tongue darts out to wet them. He leans forward slightly, the hesitance in his eyes clearly visible as he stops himself mere inches away from your lips.

That same hesitance is nowhere to be found in you when you surge forward, your lips connecting with Geto's briefly before he jerks away from you. His hand separates from your cheek as you scramble backwards, your hands scraping against the stone of the steps as you try to put as much distance between you and him as possible.

"I-I," you stutter, clamping your mouth shut and shaking your head before stumbling to your feet. Your actions send the sling tumbling to the ground and you do your best to suppress the sob crawling up your throat as you look down at the ground. "I'm sorry."

Geto is still frozen in place, hand hanging limply in the air as he stares at the spot in front of him. There's a conflicted expression on his face as he turns to watch you, mouth parted slightly in surprise and eyes shining with a mix of elation and grief as he lets his hand fall back down to his side.

"I'm going to bed," you say, your voice much more composed than it had been mere seconds ago. You clasp your hands behind your back, nodding your head diplomatically and avoiding Geto's gaze as you turn around. "Good night, Geto."

It's the use of his last name that has Geto scrambling to his feet, so unused to the sound of his family name coming from your lips. (The same lips he's been aching to kiss for more than a year. The same lips he pulled away from no more than a minute ago.)

You do your best to ignore the approaching footsteps, hastily wiping away the stray tears falling from your eyes as you start walking faster. You flinch when you feel Geto's hand close around your wrist, gently tugging you back as his other hand comes to rest on your waist in an attempt to keep you in place.

Your free hand lands on his chest, and you briefly struggle against him before you manage to break away from his hold, stumbling back a few steps and giving him an undecipherable look.

"Don't," he mutters, shaking his head lightly when you give him a puzzled look. "Don't apologize. For kissing me."

"Why?" you ask quietly, your hands clenching as you make a sound halfway between a laugh and a sob. "Why, Geto? I don't get it. You give me all these soft looks and tender smiles and give me signals that make me think you like me but whenever I try to take a step forward, you take five steps back."

Geto's heart aches in pain this time, and he breathes in shakily as he watches you blink back your tears desperately. Your shoulders slump as you run a hand through your hair, and your tone sounds defeated when you address him once more.

"If you don't like me, just tell me. But please don't keep making me think you do."

You raise your head to watch him silently, your face deceivingly calm as you nod and finally turn away.

"I couldn't protect you."

His words make you pause, and you turn back to face him with squinted eyed. He can see the way you softly shake your head, silently mouthing his words to yourself before straightening up and squaring your shoulders.

"What?"

"I couldn't protect you," Geto repeats, taking another step toward you. His face softens when you don't move away, and he takes that as an invitation to walk up to you. "This mission with Gojo, when you were trapped I was the first to arrive, but I couldn't help you. Gojo had to step in and save you."

He gets lost in thought as he thinks about the mission, down to the very moment he realized you were missing. One minute you were smiling prettily at him, your hand brushing against his as you shot a teasing remark at Gojo, never once looking away from Geto even as Gojo turned to give you a hurt look. The next, you were gone, Geto's hand unnaturally cold in your absence as Gojo scanned the area around them.

Loud calls of your name had escaped both of their lips as they checked the neighboring rooms, eyebrows pinched together in worry as they heard no response back from you. A minute of silence had passed before they heard a sharp shriek, and they had exchanged panicked looks as your screams rang out.

Gojo's entire body had tensed while Geto's hands started shaking, his breath catching in his throat as he tried to pinpoint where your voice was coming from. He had shot off like a bullet, Gojo hot on his heels as he sprinted through the halls. It was easy for him to track down your voice, and he had burst through the door of a room at the end of a hall to find you suspended in the air, a humanoid hand tightened around your neck as the curse they were hunting held you tightly.

It was hard to ignore the way your left arm hung limply at your side, your elbow twisted at an unnatural angle as it swayed ever so slightly. Your choked gasps filled the air as you fought against the curse, your right hand holding tight onto the curse's arm as you channeled raw cursed energy in order to injure it.

Geto's brief moment of stillness, his eyes darting around as he assessed the best way to deal with the situation, had allowed the curse to dig its nails into your throat, causing weak rivulets of blood to stream from the small cuts it left. That brief moment of hesitation had allowed Gojo to come in, easily separating the curse from you and grabbing you before you fell to the ground.

"Make sure it's dead," Gojo had said, motioning towards the curse with his head. "They need to get to Shoko immediately."

Geto had wasted no time in making sure the curse was dead, his footsteps heavy as he immediately followed after you and Gojo. The last thing he remembered was not being allowed into the infirmary, with Gojo and Yaga holding him back as they told him to let Shoko help you. To let Shoko heal you.

That had been mere hours ago.

In the hours that followed, you had been healed and released from the infirmary, fretted over by Gojo, and searching nonstop for Geto. Geto had instead shouldered past Gojo and Yaga, ignored all their calls and questions, and left the campus as fast as he could, hoping that putting distance between you and him would help divert his thoughts.

It didn't.

All he could think about was the way you looked in the curse's grip, feet dangling and eyes wide and panicked as you did your best to survive. He had flinched when he felt his nails digging into his palms, and he had let out a sigh before running his finger through his hair, ruining his bun in the process.

How could he proudly call himself a jujutsu sorcerer if he hadn't even been able to protect the person he cared about.

"Geto?"

The soft murmur of his name draws him back to the present, to this moment where you're healthy and breathing and alive and standing right in front of him, giving him a concerned look. You hand (the left one, he notes silently) is halfway raised, fingers moving slightly as if to rest on his arm. There's hesitation on your face and Geto watches quietly as you let your arm fell back down to your side instead.

His hand darts out to grab yours before it fully lowers, pulling it up and pressing his hand to yours. His gaze is still lowered, and he presses his hand closer to your urgently, palm to palm and fingers lining up before he decides to intertwine his fingers with yours and pull you close.

A soft gasp escapes your lips as he pulls you into him, hands still intertwined as his other arm comes to wrap around you, pressing your head to his chest as he wonders if you could feel how fast his heart is beating.

"I don't deserve you," he murmurs, nose brushing against your hair as he whispers into your ear.

"Geto, what do y—"

"You should be with someone like Gojo," he says, interrupting your words and refusing to let you go. "Someone strong enough to protect you in the way I couldn't. I'm not even strong enough to protect the person I love."

"Geto," you begin, your voice small and shaky as you use your free hand to push yourself slightly away from him. He's still holding you to his chest, his hand flat and warm against your back while the other is still enclosed around your own. "Did you mean that?"

"What?" he asks dumbly, confusion glinting in his eyes as he looks at you questioningly.

"What you just said," you explain, your fingers digging into his shirt as you look at him imploringly. "You said 'I'm not even strong enough to protect the person I love'. Ge— Suguru, do you love me?"

A breathless chuckle leaves Geto's lips, and you can feel the way his fingers tense against your back as his eyes widen in realization. The use of his name, his first name, makes him feel a little woozy, and he lets his head drop to the curve of your neck when you make no move to pull away.

"I did say that, didn't I?" he asks rhetorically, exhaling deeply and causing a shiver to run down your spine when you feel his warm breath against your skin. The two of you stay wrapped up in each other for a minute, and you only move when you reach up with your free hand to toy with Geto's hair.

"You know," you begin, prompting Geto to raise his head when he hears the teasing tone in your voice. "Gojo's cute and strong and smart and all, but I'm more into the broody, mysterious, devastatingly handsome, deceivingly strong, cares-too-much-for-his-own-good type of guys."

"I'm not broody," Geto shoots back, his lips perked up in a half-smile as he sees the mirth dancing in your eyes.

"Who said I was talking about you?" you ask, your fingers weaving through the silky strands that tumble down his back. Geto chuckles at your words, pulling you back in closely to his chest as he studies you.

"Just a hunch," he whispers, squeezing your hand to get you to look up at him. The two of you stare at each other for what seems like hours, and it isn't until your gaze hardens that his smile falls.

"Suguru," you start, pausing and resting your head in the crook of his neck, much like he had done to you earlier. He finally lets go of your hand, raising it up to join your other around his neck before letting his own settle around your waist. The embrace feels a lot more intimate, minimal space between the two of you as clasp your hands together behind his neck and pull yourself closer to him. "You are strong, y'know? You're a special grade sorcerer for a reason."

Your words are hushed and whispered against his neck, and you can barely feel him shake his head before he goes to speak.

"You saved me," you say, cutting him off before he can even begin to talk down on himself. "You are the one who located me. You led both yourself and Gojo to the room I was in and that's the only reason I didn't get fatally injured. It may sound mean, but I don't think Gojo's could've pinpointed where the sound of my voice was coming from. Besides, I’m not stupid. I could see you looking for an opening to attack. Gojo just happened to step in before you could, without thinking I might add. You would’ve saved me regardless.”

You chuckle softly at your own words before raising your head, coming face to face with Geto's soft expression.

"If I have to hear the person I love talk badly about himself one more time, I might have to kick his ass," you tease, a pretty smile on your lips as you watch the way Geto's eyes widen at your words.

"You can try," Geto whispers back, his eyes narrowing slightly when he sees the way your gaze drifts to his lips. "I'm sure you'll succeed. I can't see him putting up much of a fight against someone as beautiful as you."

"Just shut up and kiss me," you grumble, half-laughing as you look at him with stars in your eyes.

And as you pull him down into a gentle kiss, Geto Suguru finally believes that everything might be okay.

rbs are appreciated <3 ty for reading!!

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[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

Hoodies - LN

Summary: Hoodies are Lando’s signature look and his girlfriend agrees they’re the best.

Lando frowns waking up to see his girlfriend rummaging around his luggage, she didn’t wake him up but he’s not impressed for her to be out of bed.

“What are you doing?”

Her jumping and spinning around with an expression that shows she has just been caught.

“Nothing.” Y/n smiles then crawling back onto the bed till she’s on top of him as she kisses him “Morning.”

“Morning, baby.” Lando smiles letting het think she’s distracted him for only a moment. “What were you doing?”

“You have trust issues you know that?” Y/n states before smiling at him when he deadpans his expression. “I was seeing what hoodies you had with you, I want to-“

“Steal one again?” Lando hums while she huffs and pouts. “I’ve bought you hoodies! Loads of them.”

“Ok, well I’ve had sex with you loads of times. Maybe you’ve had enough now.” She shoots back, not meaning a word of it. “I like your hoodies.”

“I do too. Stop stealing them.” Lando laughs earning a pout. Really he knows she’ll steal hoodies.

-

After the demand that she not steal a hoodie, y/n didn’t wear one of her hoodies because after checking the weather it’s warm and unlike her boyfriend she doesn’t just wear hoodies whatever the weather.

That backfires when the weather turns midway through the day and a storm starts to gather. It’s only Thursday so just a media day with a new seat fitting for Lando.

When he climbs back out the car he frowns looking over to find one of his mechanics has wrapped y/n in one of their jackets. Now he usually enjoys seeing that the McLaren team all care about his girlfriend and make sure she’s ok when Lando is busy, but there’s a spark of something in his chest that he doesn’t like the feeling of.

“Baby?” Lando frowns seeing her pulling the jacket tight around herself. “Are you cold?”

“A little but Andy gave me a jacket.” Y/n smiles then frowning when Lando practically yanks it off of her. “Hey-“

“You can wear my hoodie, dickhead.” Lando grumbles knowing that she had purposely taken the jacket when offered with the intention of Lando getting jealous and giving her his hoodie.

“No, it’s fine. You don’t-“

Lando pushes the hoodie down over her head immediately catching her in a kiss when she reappears into sight.

“Shut up. We both know you got what you wanted and I’d rather you wear my hoodie over anyone’s jacket next time.” Lando murmurs while Y/n looks at him for a moment then being kissed again. “Steal my hoodies all you like.”

“Really?” Y/n smiles even wiggling in excitement as she pushes her arms through the sleeves then hugging Lando tightly. “Do you know why I love your hoodies?”

Leaning back he frowns while she raises an eyebrow knowing he’d not put a second of thought into why she does what she does.

“Your hoodies feel like you.” Y/n states visibly melting her boyfriend who groans feeling like an asshole for having scolded her so many times for stealing the hoodies.

“I’m a dickhead.”

“No.” Y/n tsks then smiling when Lando kisses her several times. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Lando murmurs hugging her tightly as he rests his head on her shoulder.

Y/n sighs gently running her hand through his hair before she spots one of the social media team for McLaren capturing the moment on camera.

“Oh god, how much of that did you get?” Y/n asks making Lando’s head lift in confusion before he follows her gaze off to the side.

“Caught it from the moment Lando looked annoyed in the car.”

“Can you send it to me?” Lando asks earning a nod while y/n smiles knowing that Lando doesn’t verbalise it but he loves having moments like that captured for him to either just enjoy on his own or post when he feels like people are talking bad about the relationship. Though he notices y/n’s expression and rolls his eyes. “Don’t go all gooey.”

“I can’t help it, you’re so cute.” Y/n comes while Lando groans as she looks at him for a moment.

“Alright, have you warmed up?” Lando asks softly making her nod and smile at him. “Good.”

“And now I smell like you.”

Lando kisses her once more before moving back to his engineers.

The rest of the weekend is spent with y/n wearing Lando’s hoodies, to the point that Lando seems almost aggressive to make her wear them by this point. Any time she tries to put on one of her own hoodies or a jacket instead. She is sort of loving his need to assert that she’s his.

Really no one questions it or doubts that the two of them are very happy together but Lando knows how lucky is, though y/n thinks he forgets she’s even more lucky to have him. But he’d probably just disagree with her thinking she’s the luckier one.

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[storiesforthemoonchild]

Tiny Protector | Aitana Bonmatí x Reader

ew it feels weird to post a fic after so long, but hoping it sparks the creativity again. this request, enjoy!

Your foot taps nervously against the carpet in Aitana’s living room as she moves around the room excitedly. It was finally her night to pick the movie, and you knew exactly what that meant. The last light flicks off and you flinch, “why did you turn that off?”

Aitana grabs the bowl of popcorn from the kitchen before sinking into the spot next to you on the couch. “I am setting the mood.”

She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively and you groan, throwing the blanket over top her body, “stop learning things from Keira. Can’t we turn on a small light, it’s too dark babe.” 

“No, it will ruin the movie with lights. Have popcorn,” she shoves the bowl in your lap as she reaches for the remote. Her other arm reaches up to drape over your shoulder and pull you into her side as she hits play. 

“What are you doing?” 

Aitana looks down at you in her hold, “cuddling you. You are scared, sí?” You feel offended at the claim even if you both knew it was true. Aitana kisses your forehead and you melt at the small affection. 

“This feels weird,” you wiggle in her arms, struggling to get comfortable as the ‘little spoon’. “Let’s switch.”

Aitana laughs, shaking her head vigorously. She was enjoying this way too much for your liking, “no, be quiet it is starting.”

You huff annoyed, but settle in popping a few pieces of popcorn in your mouth. Aitana strokes her fingers along your arm absentmindedly, eyes glued to the television with her mouth hanging open. “You’ll catch flies,” you tease, throwing a piece of popcorn towards her mouth but missing. 

Aitana spares you a quick glance before shushing you and refocusing. You are half paying attention much preferring to stare at your girlfriend. “Stop staring,” she commands after you finally wear her down. 

“You’re pretty, let’s kiss,” you move the bowl of popcorn to the table in front of you and shuffle under the covers so you are facing her. 

Aitana whines with a cute little pout, “please watch. You say it is my turn to pick and now you don’t watch.”

“You pick bad movies.”

You barely make out Aitana rolling her eyes in the darkness of the room as she ignores you. You deflate back into your spot, pulling the blanket further over you to shield your eyes. Aitana sighs and kisses your cheek out of pity. She knew you hated scary movies, but they were her guilty pleasure. “Come,” Aitana tugs on the sleeve of your shirt as she lays flat across the couch. 

You smile, making your way into her arms with your back facing the television and face nearly buried into her chest, “I like this view.” Aitana chuckles, her hand snaking its way under your shirt to rub comforting circles against your back. “What’s happening?”

Aitana takes a deep sigh, “Amor, quiet please.” You whisper out an apology and get comfortable in her hold. Her smaller frame envelopes you tighter each time you flinch from the chilling sounds of the movie. You’re amused every time you feel her laugh at something in the movie and mutter how fake it was.

You busy yourself over the next hour with trying to commit every inch of Aitana you can see to memory, noticing a new mole on her shoulder you’d never seen before and claiming it as your favorite with a kiss. Aitana’s eye’s drift down to you at the action, “estás bien? It is almost over.” 

“I am good. You’re perfect,” Aitana blushes at your words and pulls you closer. “My tiny protector,” you tease, poking at her sides as she blushes.

Her focus goes back to the screen as the music tenses once again, “I will always protect amor.” She doesn’t even look at you when she says it and you can’t help but laugh. She was engrossed in the film, eyes still wide and mouth open. You can feel the hammer of excitement from her heart in her chest each time something happens and she pulls you into her to soothe you. 

Your dislike of scary movies would never fade, but you think you could definitely get used to this, your tiny protector keeping you safe from all of the ‘bad things’.

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[whorediaries-09]

sweater weather;

pairing- roommate!sirius black x reader warning(s)- fluff, some silly banter, tad bit suggestive. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- aghhh just a brain rot 😞🤍. also this whole series is so self indulgent 🤭

masterlist of 'the seven lives;' series

the slut club

and now, so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater

he doesn’t like cats.

much to his dismay, you’re bending down and cooing at the little kitten that curls up against your ankle. it has got soft blue eyes which reflect innocence. you run your fingers through its black fur, picking the small animal up. he likes the soft smile on your face. it fills his chest with a warm fuzzy feeling he can’t explain. neither can he explain why his heart skips a few beats when he notices the twinkling in your eyes. it almost makes him drown into a frenzy of warmth.

‘can we keep her?’ you ask. there’s something in your voice that sends sparks of electricity down his spine. it’s as if he’s known you his whole life. he doesn’t want to say no, but he can’t help it. he digs the edge of his boot on the loose gravel of the path. twirling around the loops grocery packet between his fingers, he whispers, scared to let the joy in your eyes leave.

‘no,’ he tries to predict your reaction, but fails to. surely the joy in your eyes melts, but the hope doesn’t. from what he knows about you, he knows you’re a stubborn person who stands their ground. you always get your way around in some way or the other. but you’re also a people pleaser. you hate it when you’ve to truly go against somebody’s wishes to do something you want.

so, he watches as you wrap the little kitten between the folds flannel you’re wearing. there’s a mischievous glint in your eyes, a small smirk between the curve of your smile. it’s the same one you wear when you read something mildly suggestive in your books.

‘please, sirius,’ you drawl. the kitten mewls from the folds of the fabric, her eyes glinting the same mischief as yours do. he feels his breath palpitate when you move closer, putting the face of the kitten closer to his.

‘look she wants to come with us too, that’s why she’s mewing,’ you justify. he gulps slowly, his barrier of rigidity slowly breaking. he feels his thoughts melt when he stares at your lips. even though he’s never touched them before, he suddenly thinks he knows them. he feels he can carve every shape, every curve of your body with his eyes closed.

‘okay,’ he gulps. you squeal, a quiet sound from your lips.

he thinks it’s melody to his ears.

*-

‘sirius!’ you shout across the room. your kitten, binx, is curled across your chest, purring away silently as you rub your fingers through her fur. you’re laying down, your feet thrown across the sofa, letting the nail paint on your toes dry. the mild winter allows a soft sunbeam to peek through the windows.

‘what?’ he asks, coming out of his door. he has nothing but a towel wrapped around his narrow waist. several tattoos are inked upon his porcelain skin with happy trail on his abdomen which traces down, leaving less to imagination. his hair is wet and droplets of water trace down his defined pectorals. while you’d been living with him for nearly 8 months now, you’d definitely never seen him shirtless. it makes your chest fill with a strange warmth. it makes your brain short circuit for a moment when he smiles, walking towards you.

‘like what you see?’ he teases, wiggling his eyebrow. you gulp slowly, before you regain your composure.

‘i can’t hear you over the loud music,’ you say, getting up. binx falls on your lap, and she scratches your arms with her nails.

‘hey hey, calm down little woman!’ sirius says, noticing her scratching you. he takes her into her arms, her little paws trying to scratch at a surface.

‘don’t do that to your mum,’ he says, looking into her eyes. she stops fidgeting for a bit, before she mews loudly throwing her paws on his chest and leaving a long scratch across it. it digs deep into his skin, letting out blood.

‘binx! you naughty menace!’ you scold as she scurries off, jumping from sirius’ hold.

‘asshole,’ he murmurs, grasping his wound.

‘i’ll patch it up for you,’ you say.

*-

‘do you trust me?’ you ask, holding the cotton soaked with the antiseptic with a pair of tweezers. you’re standing in between his thighs. he’s wearing nothing but grey sweatpants, being overly dramatic for the scratch on his chest. while you think it’s adorable, you’re sure it’s just for the shits and giggles.

‘i do, but i feel like I shouldn’t?’ he answers, grinning mischievously. he likes your form between his legs he thinks. it makes him go feral, you looking down at him while you fix his wounds. it makes his imagination go wild. the idea of you touching him while he’s half naked thrills something inside his stomach.

you slap him across his shoulder. it’s a soft playful blow and he laughs. his hands suddenly grip your waist, as he pulls you closer, almost mushing his face with your breasts. he watches the breath get stuck on your throat, as you wet your lip, tongue slowly darting out over your lower lips. you’re unconsciously leaning over his face, soaking the cotton ball into his blood.

he sneers as a soft burning pain grows, and his fingers dig deeper into your waist. you unconsciously arch your hips towards him, your hands falling on shoulder. the tension grows, and the heartbeats palpitate between the both of you. there’s a look of dreaminess in your eyes he’s never seen before. he thinks it makes him weak in the knees. you trail your fingernail on a tattoo, before rubbing the antiseptic on his wound.

your breaths are ragged when you finally close his wound with a patch. your job was done, you’d move away. you should move away. but his touch burns into your soul, but it isn’t enough. it feels familiar on your skin, yet so unfamiliar. you lean closer unconsciously as if from muscle memory. you cradle his face, your noses rubbing-

a loud noise of shattering glass distracts you. you pull apart, a flustered look on your face. heat occupies your skin as you crumble into a shell of embarrassment. he lets go of your waist, and you stutter,

‘binx- the little fucking minx-‘you say, before you run off.

*-

you’re carrying a cup of coffee in your hand, running late for your job. a piece of toast hangs from your lips, and you’re running around the house, trying to find your tie.

‘you can wear mineeeee,’ sirius drawls, closing the battered copy of ‘the picture of dorian gray’.

‘i could if you gave it to me!’ you shout, swallowing the last piece of the butter smothered bread.

‘you’ve a nice swallow game, i see,’ he muses. you groan, gulping down the last bit of your bitter coffee.

‘that’s a really bad one!’ you say, tucking your shirt into your trousers. screaming internally, you realize you can’t find your belt either. sirius enters his room, seemingly searching for his tie.

‘can you give me a belt too?’ you ask, hurrying off behind him. binx runs in front of your feet, and in an attempt to not fall on her, you fall on the floor with a thump, followed by sirius who trips on you.

his locks tickle your face, his grey eyes staring into yours with an intensity which reminds you a memory you never had. it’s a minor flash, something of a haze like dream, but you remember it so clearly. your breathing rages, hotness searing through you as his scent and warmth looms over you. there’s a glint in his eyes you can’t decipher, but your memory has it engrained. as if you’ve seen it a thousand times.

‘i like it when you’re under me,’ he whispers. it’s a low rasp, one you’ve never heard before, yet it ignites something in you.

something that excites you.

*-

he’s fleeing when he receives your call. your voice was a timid whisper when you’d called him, laced with fear. he hated it, he hated how it sounded. but when he arrives at the bar, he finds you completely safe, surrounded by your friends. you’re chatting happily, your skin flushed with the alcohol that renders through your body. he’s perplexed, till one of your friends spot him. she bats her eyelashes at you, whistling as he walks towards you.

‘what happened?’ he asks. he holds your fingers, gripping them tight. he’s trying to read through your emotions. he’s trying to read you through the happy smile and shining eyes. but he’s too distracted by how happy you look.

‘it wasz a prankh!’ you cheer happily, your drunk state rendering your words.

‘seriously?’ he asks, rolling his eyes. he’s smiling, he can’t help it. you laugh,

‘yess!’ you try to stand up, but trip on your heels instead. he holds you closer, letting you support your weight on him.

‘you’ve had too much to drink,’ he scolds. you gaze at him happily, your hormones getting the best of you.

‘i know!’ you exclaim, feeling the collywobbles consume you as his scent tantalizes into your senses.

‘don’t you think we should leave?’ he asks.

‘should we?’

‘yes,’ he says, pulling you closer. his fingers dig into your skin, feeling your touch. it calms his nerves. still, he needs to hold you closer, to feel you, to know you’re safe.

‘okay i’ll go. will you take me home?’ you ask, an innocence provoked in your voice. he feels himself melt, scarring him and his memories.

‘i’ll do. i’ll always take you home.’

*-

the stars are shining bright on the dark sky. you’ve his leather jacket wrapped around your form, as he holds you close. you reek of alcohol, but he doesn’t mind it. it’s infused distinctly with your perfume, and he finds his comfort in it.

‘hi,’ you say, wrapping your arm across his waist, pulling him closer. he presses a kiss on your hair, breathing you in. it’s perplexing, the burning emotions you let flee in his chest. the warmth he feels with your presence.

‘hi,’ he whispers back. there’s a glazed look in your eyes. he knows it. he remembers it. it reflects him, and he feels as if there’s no one in the world but you and him. his heart beats raggedly, and he’s afraid it’ll pop out of his chest, when you lean closer to him, pressing a soft kiss on his jaw.

‘you’re so beautiful,’ you say, snuggling against him. your heels click against the loose gravel of the path. it’s a moment of softness he wants to cherish forever.

‘but you’re hurting me…so much. i wish i could kiss you. i wish i could hold you like this forever. i wish i could keep you close with me, just for me,’ you ramble.

‘then why don’t you?’ he asks, his fingers cradling your jaw.

‘you’ll kiss me?’ he looks down at you, his eyes scanning your features. the cold air waves over your hair, and he holds your face between his hands. his fingers ghost over your lips. you lean into his hand, as he presses a soft peck on your chin.

‘i’ll do, when you’re sober,’ he promises.

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[sassypossumm]

For The Road

Just a little fluffy/feelings reveal time with dad bod Coach!Miguel. Enjoy!!!

Honestly, Miguel, I’m beginning to think you like getting hurt.” You grumbled, dabbing at yet another cut on the former foot ball pro, current idiot's face.

“Maybe I just like having an excuse to come see you, Rambo.” Glancing up at you he attempted to wiggle his brows, wincing at the sting of the alcohol you dabbed none to gently on a cut next to one of his eyebrows. “Can’t you be a little gentler?” He said, jerking his head away from your hands.

“Can’t you be more carefuler? Pausing, you shook your head at your word choice and chose to ignore Miguel’s smirk.

“Carefuler? Did they teach you that word in college, educated lady?”

“Shut up, nerd.” Grabbing a handful of his hair, you pulled his face forward and narrowed your eyes. “Stay.” Pulling back, you folded your arms and pursed your lips.

“Yes, ma’am.” Satisfied that he’d do as you asked, you turned slightly to fish the band aids off the table.

“Which kind,” In the future when asked what happened, you’d blame everything from a strong wind blowing through your apartment to low blood sugar, but regardless of how it happened, you royally lost your balance.

“Y/N!” Miguel reached out an arm and caught you about the waist, stopping your rapid descent towards the floor. As he pulled you flush against his chest; you reached out a hand against his shoulder to steady yourself. Looking down, you felt your face heat.

“Thanks.” Clearing your throat, you raised your eyes to meet his. Deep brown met your own. This wasn’t happening. You weren’t going to think about how good his arms might feel tightening around your waist, and you certainly weren’t going to think about how vulnerable of a position you were in, practically perched in his lap. Without even realizing it, you gripped his shoulder tighter. His eyes darted from yours to your hand. And without realizing it, you shifted so that your arm found itself wound around his neck, bringing you closer to his person.

“Rambo.” Miguel rasped, reaching up to cup your face with his free hand.

“Mig.” Like two magnets being pulled towards each other, you couldn’t have broken eye contact if you’d wanted. And heaven knew, you didn’t want to. His eye flit to your lips, and they softened.

“You busted your lip.” He muttered, brushing his thumb gently over your lower lip. Looking back up, you swallowed thickly at the concern that covered his features. “How’d you do that, Rambo?” Finding no words, you glanced down to see the muscles in his throat constrict as he swallowed. A tapping on your cheek drew your attention. “Rambo?” His brows had dipped in concern.

“Screw it.” You muttered, dropping the band aids. Cupping his face with your free hand, you tilted his face up to meet yours and pressed your forehead to his. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. “Migs, I-” Sliding his hand into your hair, Miguel cut you off with a hard kiss. Sparks flying would be an understatement. What happened when your lips met Miguel's was like a symphony. No, it was like the sweetest autumn day, the kind when there’s just the hint of a breeze and the oranges, yellows and reds of fall are swirling in the wind. Mkguel pulled away from your lips only to trail heated kisses over your jaw before sucking a mark on the side of your neck.

Wrapping your other arm around his neck, you attempted to urge him closer. Bringing his lips back to yours, Miguel sucked lightly on your lower lip, before letting his tongue roll gently over yours. Somehow you managed to shift so that you were straddling his hips on the small chair, and Miguel slid his hands down to grip your hips, dragging your hips slowly to grind against his. He tore his lips away from yours and began pressing open mouthed kissed over your collar bone. You gasped and jerked when he ran his palms over your thighs, bringing the reality of how hard he’d gotten to the forefront of your mind. Slowly the haze began to clear.

“Moggy.” You gasped, pulling back slightly to clear your head.

“Y/N.” He moaned, sucking and nibbling on your collar bone. Jerking again as his hips bucked up against yours, you swallowed a groan and shoved again at his shoulders. 

“Mig, stop.” Freezing, he pulled back.

"Stop?" His brows furrowed and he cupped your face, concern replacing the confusion. “Did I completely misread what was going on? I thought,” Shaking your head, you placed your hand over his mouth.

“Shut up, Moggy. You didn’t, urgh. It’s hard to explain.” Closing your eyes, you shook your head in frustration. Miguel peeled your hand away from his mouth and placed it on his shoulder.

“If you don’t want me, this, then- “You cut him off with a hard kiss. Before he could react, you pulled away.

“Clearly, I want this, you, idiot. For how long I don’t know, but clearly, I want you.” Running a hand over your hair, you released an exasperated sigh and slumped against Miguel’s chest.

“Then what’s wrong?” He whispered, rubbing mindless circles into your thigh.

“You’ll laugh at me or get mad.” Gripping his shirt, you buried your face further into his chest.

“That’s not going to happen.”

“How can you be so sure?” With a chuckle, Miguel tapped on your head until you lifted your chin slightly. Cupping your face, he brought your eyes to meet his and brushed his thumb over your cheek.

“You really didn’t know I’m crazy about you, Rambo?”

“Well, to be literal, a certain part of you is crazy about me.”

“All of me is crazy about you.” You colored at the obvious adoration in his eyes. Closing your own you took a deep breath and rested your forehead against his. 

"I haven't exactly, that is," 

"Y/N." Miguel again tilted your face back to meet his and searched your eyes. "Are you trying to tell me you're still a virgin?" 

"Perennially." 

"That means, yes?" He blinked up at you seriously and you laughed. 

"Yes, you idiot." Shaking your head, you wiped away a tear and shook your head. "I really need to get you a dictionary." Miguel shrugged and gripped your thighs reflexively. 

"I've been meaning to ask for a door stop, might come in handy." 

"Haha, very funny. Its for expanding your mind, not to be a door stop." You ran a hand through his hair and chuckled. 

"You're all the thesaurus I need, baby." 

"Baby?" You raised a brow and tugged at his hair teasingly. Miguel furrowed his brows and looked at you thoughtfully. 

"Babe?" He grinned playfully.

"Better." You nodded approvingly. He sobered and his eyes flit to your lips before dragging up to meet your eyes. Bringing one hand up, he cupped the side of your neck and brushed his thumb over your jaw. 

"We can take it slow, Rambo." When your brows furrowed and you opened your mouth, Miguel stopped you with his thumb over your lips. "We've got a good thing, Y/N, I don't want to ruin that by pressuring you into anything you're not ready for, I love you too much for that." 

"Love?" You choked. Miguel searched your face and nodded. 

"Yeah." 

"I'm just asking if I was a good first?" Miguel asked over the music, turning to look at you from his position in front of the sink. Peering at him over the edge of your book, you gave him a confused look. 

"First what?" He gave you a knowing look and stuck his hands in the dishwater. 

"You know what." 

"Oh." You grinned and put the book down. Standing and pushing back the chair you made your way to stand behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. Resting your forehead between his shoulder blades you nuzzled his shirt, and rubbed his soft tummy.

"A gentleman doesn't ask his girlfriend if he's a good kisser." You tilted your head to see his profile.

"I'm not a gentleman." He raised a brow and gave you a sideways glance. Fighting a grin, you leaned forwards and nuzzled his ear. 

"And I didn't say you were a good kisser." His head shot up and your grin widened. 

"You little," You released him before he turned, hands covered in soap suds. 

"Miggy, be reasonable!" You squealed, darting around the kitchen table. He grinned playfully and glanced down at his soapy hands. 

"We're beyond reason, muñeca." Your eyes slid towards the hallway at the same time his did. Looking back at him, you met his eye and narrowed your own. Taking an educated guess, you peeled down the hallway. Unfortunately, you were not very good at math and found yourself face first against the wall, pinned by a pair of sudsy hands that had taken yours hostage. "Wanna answer the question?" He growled in your ear. Biting back a chuckle, you pretended to be terribly interested in the wallpaper. 

"I supposed for a man of your age," Miguel spun you in his grip and wrapped his arms around your waist. 

"A man of my age?" He raised a brow. Biting your lip, you wound your arms around his neck and leaned in to press a chaste kiss to his neck. 

"You're a pretty good kisser, O'Hara, at least from my limited experience." Pulling back, you gave him a smile and bopped his nose with your own. 

"I'll take it." He grinned. Glancing to the side, you caught sight of your reflection in the mirror and narrowed your eyes. 

"Is that," Your hand flew to your neck, and you leaned over his shoulder to get a better look. "Miguel, did you seriously leave a... hickey on my neck?!" Pulling back, you looked at him, entirely aghast. He pulled back and folded his arms, a smug smile slowly spreading across his face. 

"Something for the road, hermosa." He winked. You clenched and unclenched your fists. He glanced down at your hands and back at your face. You took a step forward and he took off, you in hot pursuit. 

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[justtwotired]

Im Vic, Can i please get something with colby? The reader would be a ex gf who runs into him when sam and him are recording a video and he asks if they could meet up after they are done recording. She says yes and sam goes back to the hotel leaving them alone maybe there are some sparks still there.

Hi! Yes, definitely! I’m sorry I posted like more then a month after your request, I’ve just been really busy with school and other writing projects of mine, but thank you so much for the req<3

I laughed as Amelia made a joke about our experience a few hours ago in the haunted house we work at. I was packing my bag to go home while she was staying to give a tour of the house to some guests who where going to check it out and come back the next night.

“Hey, unheard your tour is being recorded for YouTube,” I commented and she smiled a bit giddy. “It is! I really can’t wait, this is actually so exciting, does my hair look alright?” She asked and I laughed.

“You look amazing, don’t worry,” I reassured and she winked at me in a flirtatious way, making me blow her a kiss. “We are such girlfriends,” she joked and I shook my head with a small laugh.

“Hey, wasn’t one of your ex boyfriends a YouTuber who recorded in haunted places?” She asked and I nodded.

“Yeah, he still is, I didn’t really speak with him anymore… sometimes I wish I still did,” I admitted making her wiggle her eyebrows at me. “Oh don’t look at me like that, it’ll never happen, I know it,” I sighed and she gave me a reassuring smile.

“It’ll be fine hun, if nothing works out you can always marry me,” she said and I gave her a look. “I’m sure your husband would love that,” I said and she waved me off.

“I’d dump him for you,” she said and I snorted, going to hit her arm but she quickly dodged and stuck out her tongue at me.

“What’s the name of the YouTubers coming here? I’ll look them up to see if they’re anything interesting,” I said, grabbing my phone.

“Oh, Sam and Colby,” she said and I paused, looking at her in surprise. “You’re joking right?” I asked and she shook her head.

“No, why?” She questioned and then her face hit with realisation. “Don’t tell me one of them is your ex,” she said and I nodded.

“Jup, Colby is my ex, and I think this is my cue to go before they arrive,” I said and she hid back a smile, making me glare at her.

Of course, as if the world hated me, we heard a car arrive outside, making me want to sink trough the ground right at that moment.

With a teasing grin, Amelia walked towards the front door and I followed her, not like I could escape now anyway, my car was parked outside.

When Amelia opened the door, I immediately noticed the two of them and seemingly two friends. Sam was holding a camera and filming himself and another guy, then he pointed the camera at me and Amelia making our way outside.

His eyes visibly widened at the sight of me and he instinctively pointed the camera at Colby who seemed to be rather shocked when he noticed me.

“Hi, Amelia,” she introduced herself, shaking Sam’s hand and then Colby’s, followed by the other two who where apparently called ‘Josh and Seth.’

“Hey,” Same greeted me with a smile and opened his arms, making me pull him into a hug. We had become great friends after me and Colby became a couple, but when he and I broke up, I stopped contacting Sam as it was kind of a unwritten rule.

“Hi, it’s been a while,” I said with a small grin. I shook both hands of Josh and Seth, introducing myself, before turning to Colby who seemed lost in how to greet me.

With a small smile I opened my arms to invite him for a hug which he excepted, holding me tightly and resting his chin on my head, just like old times.

“I didn’t know you two where coming,” I said, taking a step back. “We didn’t know you worked here,” Colby said and I chuckled.

“Isn’t it a small world?” Amelia said, making Sam point the camera at her.

“You’re our guide then, right?” He asked and she nodded. “That would be me,” she answered.

“Do tell us about yourself,” Colby said and she shot me a nervous glance, making me give her a thumbs up.

“Alright, I am Amelia Cooper, I’ve been working at the -haunted house name- for about three years now and I’ll be your guide this evening,” she said and I smiled at her approvingly.

“Great, and you can introduce yourself aswel,” Sam then pointed the camera at me, making me chuckle.

“Alright then,” I said, telling the camera my name. “I have been working here for- I think for almost a year now, and I won’t be your guide for this evening because I am actually leaving, but I’m going to be here tomorrow night to receive you for your night alone,” I explained.

“Alright, great, let’s go inside then,” Sam said and shut of the camera. “I didn’t hear that you moved,” Sam commented and looked at me.

“Oh, I didn’t really, I just live with Amelia trough the week but I mostly go bakc home around the weekend, so I kind of live her, but I kind of don’t,” I said making him chuckle.

“Alright, sorry if I’m being clueless, but you know each other, because…?” Seth pointed a finger at the three of us a bit confused.

“Oh, ex girlfriend,” I pointed at Colby, making both Josh and Seth nod in understanding. “But, you guys can go inside to start the tour, I’m heading home because I think the cat will kill me if I am to late with feeding him,” I said making Amelia let out a noice of offense.

“Was that a jab at my cat?” She asked giving me a scolding look, I stuck my tongue out, making her chuckle. “I’ll see you later,” she waved and gestured at the boys to follow her, making her way back inside.

I wanted to walk towards my car but was stopped when Colby laid his hand on my shoulder. I turned to him with a questioning look.

“Hey, Uhm, I wondered if you wanted to hang out later tonight?” He asked and I felt heat rise to my cheeks, because it is actually something I really hoped he’d ask but I was to afraid to do it myself.

“Yes, sure, sounds fun,” I said with a small smile. “I’ll text you my address, you may pick me up when you’re done with the tour, we can head to the fair that’s in town,” I said, knowing he loves those.

He gave me an excited grin. “I’ll be there,” he promised and then followed his friends inside.

Later that evening, I got a text from Colby saying he was on his way. Amelia was home already and she told me he and his friends were headed back to the hotel first before Colby would pick me up.

It made sense, as they only had one car at the moment.

After about 15 minutes, there were knocks on the door and I quickly shot up from the couch and opened the door, finding Colby looking at me with a smile.

“Ready to go?” He asked and I nodded. “Of course I am,” I said and yelled a goodbye to Amelia before following Colby to his car.

“So, what have you been up to?” He asked as we were driving to the fair.

“Nothing much, just mostly working at the house,” I shrugged with a small smile. “I became interested in those kind of things because of you, you know,” I said, masking him give me a small smile back.

“I already hoped so,” he said, sending me a small wink, making me bite the inside of my lip, trying not to blush.

“And you?” I asked. “What have you been up to?” I liked at him while he kept his eyes on the road.

“Mostly just making video’s,” he admitted. “And of course a few party’s here and there,” he grinned slightly, making me chuckle.

“Yeah, I expected nothing less,” I gave him a look, making him give me a ‘guilty’ look back. It caused me to laugh and shake my head.

It was silent for a moment when we stopped laughing. It wasn’t really awkward, but not comfortable either.

“And uh,” he started. “Any new relationships?” He asked, a bit too curious if you ask me. Bit I couldn’t blame him, I’d been aching to ask him the same question after all.

“Oh, I dated about two guys between the time we broke up and now, but one was just a small fling and the other was a bit serious, but I eventually broke it off because he wasn’t really my type after all,” I admitted.

The guy I had been in a relationship with had been nice and all, but nothing like Colby, he was not what I was looking for and I had to break it off because it was unfair for him.

“What about you?” I asked, maybe a bit to intrigued, but what could I say, I really wanted to know if he had found better than me.

“Just a few flings really, nothing serious,” he admitted and looked at me. “Nothing like you,” he said, making me blush and smile rather proudly.

We eventually arrived at the fair and I immediately dragged him towards my favourite ride, making him laugh and tell me I was like a child, making me roll my eyes and whack his arm.

We stayed at the fair for multiple hours, and just like in the movies, he managed to win a huge teddy bear for me.

We eventually sat down somewhere to eat and I yawned as we sat at the table.

“Tired?” He asked with a chuckle and I nodded, combing a hand trough my hair. “I’ll bring you home, come on,” he stood up a reached out a hand, I took it and he pulled me up.

We threw away the paper cups and trays and headed towards the car.

He took my hand in his, making me look up at him with a smile, I’d missed how our hands fitted so perfectly together.

“Thank you, for tonight,” I said at the excit of the fair and he smiled at me. “I’m happy you wanted to come,” he answered.

“Can I be honest with you?” I asked and he nodded rather interested. “I really missed you,” I said, pursing my lips slightly.

“I missed you too,” he admitted with a low chuckle, I gave him a soft smile and looked into his eyes, I’d missed those eyes.

His eyes shot down to my lips for a second and I could feel excitement start to bubble in my stomach. I shot a longing glance at his own lips, making him grin at me.

He put up a hand and rested it on my cheek. “May I kiss you?” He whispered and I chuckled.

“Obviously,” I said, before standing on my toes and connecting our lips.

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[jeonjungkookenthusiast1997]

Seduced by Shadows

Summary: Y/N summons her demon boyfriend Bang Chan for a movie date night but things quickly escalate as the atmosphere gets hot and heavy.

This is my own work not a reblog! Please do not repost or translate.

Content Warnings: demon sex, magic used in sex, oral (male receiving), face fucking, cursing, pet names, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it up people!), established relationship, rough sex, breeding kink, marking, possessive language, shameless smut, fluffy smut, domestic fluff, porn with feelings, Minho and Changbin make a brief appearance, demon form during sex, cum swallowing, demon summoning, an attempt at comedy

Word Count: 4,914

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It's been a very long day at work and all Y/N wants to do now is relax and unwind, she's had enough of her bosses nagging her and customers walking all over her. She hurries home as fast as she can and quickly grabs some chalk to draw the all to familiar summoning circle placing a candle around each point.

Happy with her work, having done this many times before tonight, she dusts her hands of the chalky substance and runs upstairs to her bedroom to make herself look a little more presentable. She applies some light makeup, a simple red lip with sleek winged liner, and puts on a sleek form fitting black dress before kneeling at the base of the circle and whispering a small spell to summon the great demon prince Bang Chan into her home. Almost immediately the white chalk lines are replaced by vibrant blue magic and she can instantly feel the crackles and sparks that shoot off from it, a gust of wind sweeps around the room before settling back down leaving a beautiful young man firmly at the centre.

Once the dust settles the man walks out of the circle and smirks "hey there babygirl, what took you so long?" he rolls his strong shoulders letting the bones crack with each movement "almost thought you weren't going to summon me tonight" he pouts slightly as he offers a hand for her to take which she happily does as he pulls her to her feet ``sorry Channie got held up at work stupid boss wouldn't let me leave, came home as fast as I could" she smiles sheepishly at him.

He chuckles softly taking hold of her chin turning her face towards his own "it's alright babygirl no need to apologise" he wraps an arm around her waist pulling her close against him "you look so fucking beautiful tonight baby~" his other hand slides down her back caressing her skin gently "what's the plan?" Y/N sighs contentedly feeling the demons strong arms wrapping around her so tightly "thanks you're not looking so bad yourself" she giggles as she looks him up and down his red hair is styled up and out of his face, his dark eyes shine beautifully and the intricately decorated jacket he wears shows how regal he actually is "I figured we could have something to eat, maybe watch a movie cuddled under the blankets'' she gives his chest a tight squeeze "wasn't sure how long we'd have before your bodyguards show up but wanted to do something nice tonight… I don't know if you remember but it's been a year exactly since I first summoned you" she blushes slightly feeling a little silly under his brooding gaze.

He nods stroking her cheek lovingly finding her embarrassed blush so very cute "of course I remember that sounds perfect babygirl, we can order some takeout, I'll even let you choose what movie we watch" he winks playfully giving her ass a playful slap making her jump slightly and let out a squeak "after all it's been a year since the best night of my life" Chan pulls her in for a soft kiss before adding "as for the bodyguards, Minho and Changbin won't be showing up anytime soon" he murmurs into her ear "we've got all night baby~" he wiggles his eyebrows seductively, she giggles at the seductive look he's giving her "really how do you know? because I don't want them walking in on us like last ti-" he stops her sentence with a soft kiss and a low growl "that won't happen again, no one but me gets to look at my baby's body" he stares down at her possessively making a shiver of anticipation crawl up her spine.

Her gaze moves from his eyes to his soft plump lips thinking to herself how kissable they look, realising she's getting distracted she shakes her head of the thoughts starting to niggle in the back of her mind, she pulls away from his body slightly and grabs his hand leading him to her kitchen where she digs out some takeout menus to look through "where do they think you are Channie? surely they know your here with me again" she asks with a raised eyebrow as she hands him a couple menus to look through "I left a few tasks to keep them busy, told them they were of the utmost importance to keeping the realm safe" he chuckles as she gasps and pushes his chest "if they find out you're here they'll kick your ass" she shakes her head at his antics "I had to tell them something!" he laughs as he explains his thoughts "they can try and kick my ass but I am a prince of Hell, plus if they do find out you never know maybe they'll understand, they already know I have a soft spot for you babygirl" he winks and pulls her into a warm embrace "if by some miracle they DO show up I'm here to protect you, they'd never lay a hand on you" she sighs and rolls her eyes playfully at him.

She picks up a menu for a pizza place, basic but yummy and not too heavy, and nods towards the paper asking him to tell her what he wants "you're going to get in so much trouble for being here again aren't you?" she asks as she wraps her arms around his body burying her face in his clothes, enjoying the way his scent wraps around her making her feel safe and loved, he quickly points to a pizza he likes then curls his fingers under her jaw and presses his forehead to hers whispering "maybe but I don't care anymore even my father couldn't keep me from you, you're going to be my queen one day" his promise makes her chest tighten as he smiles enjoying their embrace before reluctantly pulling away to let her order the food. She takes the menu and orders two large pizzas with extra cheese and pepperoni. It doesn't take long for the food to get there so they gather up from blankets from Y/N's bed and huddle onto her sofa.

She turns on a movie she knows they've seen a few times before and cuddles into his arms as they eat. Y/N cuddles up to Bang Chan's side as he drapes a large fluffy blanket over the two of them, once settled he places a soft kiss on her forehead as they start watching the movie "you know, when I first summoned you..." at her words he turns to look at her face intrigued "I never could have imagined I'd be having domestic as fuck movie dates with the crown prince of Hell" she giggles as she teases him, he chuckles at her teasing "yeah yeah I know, I'm a big bad demon and we're watching fuckin' Bride Wars while cuddled on your small ass sofa" he jokes as he pulls her closer to him as he sighs contentedly "the shit you do for love" he smiles as he kisses her lips gently. The word 'love' makes her heart thud rapidly against her ribs "I love you too Channie" she returns his kiss eagerly.

He wraps his arms around her tightly as he pulls her closer to his chest "I want to spend every moment with you, to just lay in bed with you every night and wake up to you every morning" he kisses her hair softly "I don't want to let go ever, I can't wait for the day I get to take you back with me rather than having to leave you here alone" his words almost make tears of happiness well up against her lashes ``want to spend the rest of my life with you Chan" she moves her hands to her fingers wrap around his jaw as she pulls him down into a passionate kiss. He lets out a low laugh as he leans down to kiss her again "I want that more than anything babygirl and I promise as soon as I can guarantee your safety I'll take you to Hell with me" he says as he begins to nibble along her neck gently, his fingers moving to run through her hair as he pours all his feelings of love and affection into her skin.

She sighs softly as she feels his warm lips on her skin "I'll make sure you keep that promise" she replies as she moves the hair from her neck giving him more access to mark her body the action making him smile as he continues to kiss her neck and shoulders nibbling on the sensitive skin, he leaves small red and purple marks peppered over her neck and collarbone. As he moves one hand to cup her face and bring her head close to his so he could look into her eyes "you'll stay with me? Forever?" he asks as he looks deeply into her eyes. She nods her head "forever" she promises as she shimmies the blanket off her body as she climbs into his lap, she wraps her arms around his neck "let me show you how much I love you Channie" she kisses him, licking over his bottom lip with her tongue making him groan as he grabs onto her hips pulling her closer towards himself as their tongues dance together passionately.

His other arm wraps tightly around her waist holding her firmly against him as she bites his lip gently before breaking apart panting heavily Chan looks at her with love filling his dark eyes "my beautiful baby…" Y/N pulls away from his lips to kiss down his neck and jaw leaving her own little bites and marks, claiming him as her own knowing that his court would know who left the marks on their prince. Once satisfied she moves her hands down to unbuckle the belts tied around his waist, next she unbuttons his shirt and pulls the material off throwing it to the floor, taking a moment to run her hands down his exposed body.

The demon prince lets out a low sigh as he feels her touch sending chills down his spine as he leans back and closes his eyes enjoying the sensation of her hands caressing his bare chest. With each movement of her fingers he can feel the warmth radiating through his body enjoying the way her nails dig into his skin "so pretty" she smiles as she kisses down his body moving off his lap to sit on the floor between his feet. She runs her hands over his muscled thighs then settles her hands on his belt slowly undoing the leather material letting it also fall to the floor.

He looks down at her with an intensely lustful gaze as he bites his lip at the feeling of her teasing his body. Chan reaches down to run his fingers through the silky length of her hair as he feels his body reacting to the seductive touch of her fingertips Y/N moves her attention to Chan's hardening length, she applies slight pressure making Chan suck in a sharp breath as she plays with him "don't tease babygirl, it's been too long since I've felt your hands on my body" she bites her lip nodding almost obediently as she motions for him to lift his hips so she can tug his pants down. As he sees her motions he lifts his hips allowing her to pull his pants down with ease, as soon as they are down she licks her lips at the sight of his pretty pink cock a bead of precum dribbles over the head of his length.

Chan growls in warning as he sees her staring "what did I say about teasing me?" he groans "sorry baby just love your cock, so pink and pretty" she smiles as she leans forward to lick off the precum from his head, she gives teasing licks and kisses down the length of his dick. He groans low in his throat as she starts licking his cock, the feeling of her tongue running along his shaft sends shivers across his body as he arches his back slightly urging her to stop teasing him "mmmh.." he moans softly. His big hands flex and grip onto the sofa cushions "ah ah" she tuts as she uses her hands to push his hips down and keep them there "we're doing this my way" she smiles as he looks down at her not fully sold on relinquishing control however his the worry soon leaves him as his mind goes blank when she wraps her lips around the head of his cock giving the slit as few licks then moving back to soft sucks around his cock head.

As she sucks his cock head he lets out a shuddering moan her soft sucks aren't quite enough, he starts gripping the cushions tighter as he begs "mhmm.. baby, please" Y/N feels pride swell in her chest at his reactions to her touch but she wants to explore his body "wanna take my time Channie, we're always rushing because of your bodyguards" she flattens her tongue against the underside of his length using her tongue to lick at the veins running along his length, moving her right hand from his hip she spits into it before gripping his length giving it short pumps. His eyes roll back as she spits into her hand and starts applying sweet pressure to his dick, he can feel pleasure starting to spark in this body "you're killing me babygirl," he pants "please let me fuck you already" she simply shakes her head as she rolls her wrist tightening her hold on his length letting her hand rub up and down as her mouth focuses on the head, she gives him a few hard sucks before she starts to move him slowly down her throat licking anywhere she can as she does, keeping up the rhythm with her hand.

His eyes close as he feels her hands and mouth working together in perfect harmony, she's always been good at making him melt with her touch, but this is on another level. Her tongue feels so sinfully good as he clutches onto the pillows and moans her name, as she moves her head further down taking in more of his length she keeps a firm hold on his length making sure every inch of him is covered and pleasured as best she can with his impressive size. Her thighs start to rub together in a bid to create some much needed friction as wetness starts to collect between her legs, having him in her mouth and hearing his moans turning her on quickly. He feels every movement in her throat, every twitch of her tongue, every touch of her hand. He's almost at the point of no return, and she hasn't even taken all of him yet. He knows he's done for as she steadily takes his full length down her throat, the tightness and wetness of her tongue and throat making his length throb as a low moan leaves his lips and his hands shoot out to take a hold on her head.

Suddenly she pulls off his length completely taking a breath as her hand keeps pumping him, when she's gotten a lung full of air she takes him back down her throat to the hilt and takes a hold of his hands and pushes them into her hair making him take a hold of her "shit~ you sure babygirl?" he asks, she taps his thigh to give her consent as he starts to fuck her throat his hips thrusting up into her mouth starting slowly at first to let her adjust. She takes everything he's got to give, her throat working against him in a rhythm that drives him wild. Her hair slides through his fingers as he tightens his grip, his eyes closed tight as he fights to maintain control and not go too rough. He can feel his release building in his balls, the pressure building with every stroke of her throat, his grip tightening as the rock of his hips increases as he fucks his cock down her throat as carefully as he can.

She moans around his length as he takes control of her body, the vibrations flow straight to his cock making him choke out a loud groan "fuck...fuck... close" he moans out as his grip on her hair becomes almost bruising, she uses her tongue to lick against his cock as he moves faster down her tightening throat. He feels his orgasm building, and with a grunt he grips her hair even tighter, his thrusts becoming more frantic, harder, his breathing quickening. Then it hits him, with a loud moan of her name he holds her head firm against his body as he cums hard down her throat as his grip on her head loosens she slowly pulls away from his cock making sure to clean him clean as she moves away, looking into his eyes she licks her lips and any precum left on her fingers "you good baby?" she asks with a giggle as his chest heaves heavily.

His breath coming in ragged gasps panting for air he nods, letting his hands run over his face before looking back down at her and nodding slightly, "yeah I'm fine..." he says softly, "I think you just sucked my dark soul out through my dick" he chuckles as his breathing evens out. She giggles at his dramatic comment "glad you enjoyed it baby" she crawls back onto his lap as she nuzzles his neck with her nose, Chan basks in her loving attention for a moment before he grins at her mischievously. His dark eyes glow blue as his magic crackles into existence, he clicks his fingers and teleports them to her bed where he throws her down and crawls over her body with a predatory gaze.

He smiles widely when they arrive at her room feeling himself getting lost in her beautiful eyes, he leans forward and presses gentle kisses along her jawline before trailing them lower towards her collarbone, licking lightly "I've missed this, missed feeling you" he clicks his fingers again to leave her bare in front of him, he nudges his nose along her neck as he growls possessively "you smell so fucking good babygirl... smell like me" a shiver runs down her spine at his words she lets out a small whimper as she spreads her legs for him "need you Channie" she reaches her hands out to grasp at his body.

His cock hardens at her words, he nips at her neck softly and smirks a little "need you too little one, need to be inside you... I need to hear your sweet voice calling my name as you cum around my cock..."he reaches his hand down and groans as he feels her slick running down her thighs "so wet... I'll barely have to prep you" he smirks as he pushes two of his long fingers into her wet pussy making her moan out. His words have her walls clenching down on his thick fingers as they thrust up hitting the deepest parts of her body "don't need prepped Channie, I can take you please...please need you in me now" she cries out as her hands come to grip his muscled arms.

He pulls back sucking her essence off his fingers and growls hearing her beg before reaching under her knees and lifting them over his shoulders. He groans deeply as he enters her, stretching her wide, slowly pushing his cock into her, filling her so deliciously as her moans steadily increase in volume before he begins to pound into her with force, his lips crashing against hers with a savage passion that matches his movements. Her back arches off the bed as he sets a rough pace pounding her back into the bed as her eyes screw up from the immense pleasure "want you to call me by my birth name babygirl" he grunts as he re angles his hips to make sure his cock head is hitting her g-spot "want you to call me Chris" a loud moan leaves both of their lips as she clenches down on his length, she nods her head immediately moaning out his name "C-Chris~ fuck baby... you're cock is filling me so deeply" she chases his lips as he trusts into her.

He grips her asscheeks tight pulling closer as he continues to pound into her hard, his teeth bared in a feral grin as he speaks "always wanted to hear you moan my given name...had to wait until I knew you'd be my queen" he grunts each time his cockhead rubs against her g-spot. He growls out her name as he slams into her faster and harder, his breath coming in short bursts, his face twisted in pure lust as her pussy sucks him in greedily. Her bed starts to shake with every thrust but neither of them could care what her neighbours can hear, she whimpers and clenches down on him as he calls her his words "you like that babygirl? when I call you my queen?" he grins as she nods her head, her grip on his body tightening as he rocks her body back and forth.

He groans loudly as he feels her tighten around him, her walls squeezing tightly around his shaft as he pounds into her relentlessly, his hands gripping onto her thighs for support as he leans forward kissing and licking her neck "well I love calling you my queen because that's what you will be when we get married" he whispers between kisses, his voice hoarse from all the exertion as he lays his heart bare for her. Her cries in pleasure are making her throat sore but she can hardly recognise the pain through the immense pleasure shooting through her limbs "'m gonna fuck my babies into you, gonna breed you so every demon out there knows your mine" his grip on her thighs tightens, the skin turning red from how hard he's gripping her "need your cum Chris" Y/N cries out.

The sound of her cry sends shivers up his spine, his hand reaching down to stroke her clit in gentle circles "I'm going to fill you up babygirl, mark you as mine" he whispers before leaning down to kiss her lips passionately, his tongue sliding into her mouth eagerly "want you to cum around my cock~" he grunts as his fingers increase their speed on her throbbing clit. Y/N reaches her hands up to rest in his hair tugging roughly as he thrusts into her, she whines loudly as the pleasure of his fingers on her clit and his cock spearing into her g-spot have her eyes rolling back as she babbles cock drunk "g-gonna- g- gonna cum!~ cumming~" she cries as she bucks her hips up, thighs shaking wildly.

He grunts as she tugs on his hair and he feels her buck against him, her body trembling beneath his touch as she cums hard around his thick member, coating it in her slick "ohh fuck...you're such a good girl for me..." he moans softly, as his thrusts become erratic a familiar blue crackle fills the room as his regal red horns sprout from his head making her gasp, knowing his horns are sensitive she gives them a rough tug making his hips stutter into her walls.

He growls deeply in pleasure at her rough touch on his horns thrusting into her harder as he feels them being played with, making his eyes roll back as he loses himself in the moment "you're so fucking sexy playing with my horns like that...Y-Y/N... I-I'm…" she clenches her walls down hard as he gives her one last rough thrust before he's spilling his hot cum into her pussy, rocking his hips forward as he slowly comes down from the intense high she's milking from him.

He releases a ragged groan of pleasure as he spills himself into her feeling her tight walls clench down on his cock making him shudder with pleasure, leaning forward as he kisses down her neck groaning as he feels her soft lips against his neck "fuck...you're so-wet and warm around me…" they stay still wrapped in each other's arms for a moment as their breathing becomes less erratic Y/N winds her hands through his hair, brushing her fingers over his golden tipped horns with a small smile on her face.

A smile plays on his lips as he feels her hands in his hair and ghosting over his horns reaching up he wraps his fingers around her waist, tugging her closer to his chest as he nuzzles his nose against her own "I love you" a soft giggles escapes her lips at his feather light touches "I love you too Chris" the demon on top of her blushes slightly but smiles moving his lips to place kisses along her wrists, once his length has started to soften he pulls out of her slowly moving his body away to get a damp cloth to clean them up with.

Chan quickly and carefully cleans her up first then gives himself a quick wipe down before throwing the cloth into a nearby bin, he rejoins her in bed crawling over her body as he pulls her close his face inches from hers as he places light kisses over her cheeks then down to her lips. She returns his soft kisses sighing contently, he rubs his nose against her neck then he looks into her eyes "if you ever wait that long before you summon me again I'll hunt you down and make your life insufferable" he laughs as he gently pokes her side "didn't wanna disturb you in case you were busy with your 'princely duties' but couldn't pass up the opportunity to see you tonight" he hums at her answer "summon me anytime you want or need me babygirl, I'm all yours" he smiles as she gives him a tight squeeze.

A low hum rumbles in his throat as he holds onto her tighter, unable to resist the urge to claim every inch of her body. His lips are hot and demanding as they take hers desperately, their tongues intertwining together without restraint. Chan softly pushes Y/N into her bed and he's about to crawl back on top of her when the pair hear two very familiar voices pounding on her bedroom door "you in there Chan?" Changbin asks, sounding a bit sheepish, as a slap fills the space "of course he is, can't you smell them" Minho complains and she can already imagine the look of disgust on his face. Chan simply growls low in this throat "someone better be fucking dying" clearly not sensing the danger they're in at interrupting Chan the duo burst into the room "no one's dying yet… woah" Minho blinks as he points to Chan's clearly visible horns grumbling as he dodges a pillow thrown at his head by Chan.

The frustrated demon prince pulls Y/N behind his back and makes sure her body is covered completely before giving his friends his attention "demons are whispering about how long you've been gone man" Changbin speaks before hesitantly adding "the king and queen, y'know your parents, are demanding you return home" he flinches slightly expecting another pillow to come flying at them.

The sigh that leaves Bang Chan is one of defeat and annoyance "fine fine I'll get dressed and come back home" he turns to his pretty human with a frown " 'm sorry babygirl, I'll make it up to you, yeah?" he places a chaste kiss against her lips, he gives her one last longing look before he stands making the men quickly cover their eyes "you could've waited till we left the room ew" Minho tuts as Changbin laughs silently "you two" Chan points between them "wanted me to hurry and I was clearly very busy before you teleported here" an amused laugh leaves his friends as they both nod muttering a joint "clearly" while looking at each other with smirks on their faces which only works to increase the frown on Chan's gorgeous face.

Using his magic he quickly redresses himself and his lover allowing Y/N to stand and say goodbye, she gives him a long passionate kiss before muttering a soft "I love you" against his lips. With a longing sigh he responds "I love you too babygirl" he gives her one last tight squeeze before standing with his life long friends and bodyguards "a pleasure as always" Minho smiles giving her a small bow "same time next week" Changbin jokes earning a slap to the back of his head from Chan and a laugh from Minho and Y/N "bye boys, look after him will you?" she speaks sweetly, receiving an earnest nod from the two slightly smaller demons as she blows Chan a kiss and watches with a sigh as they disappear in a haze of smoke "see you next week" she smiles to herself as she flops onto her bed curling into her bed sheets surrounded by the scent of her royal lover.

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smoking

Stray Kids Imagine

Summary: some smoking scenarios with or around stray kids (:

18+ !! Use of drugs and alcohol

Suggestive themes

-OT8

6k words

Bang Chan:

"Do you want to or not?" You ask again, a twang of impatience in your voice. You had been asking Chan, your new boyfriend, if he wanted to spark up with you. He looked at you like a deer in headlights, his ear turning pink before turning back to his laptop in front of him. He never gave you an answer so you repeated the question one more time. You saunter over to where he is sitting at his desk and lay your arm over his shoulder.

"Channie~" you singsong, trying to draw his attention away from his laptop again. He glances at you briefly, with out turning his head to give you his full attention before clearing his throat.

"I haven't..." he pauses before continuing, "I haven't smoked since before I came back to Korea," he states and this time looks at you fully, his eyes studying your reaction. A small smile graces your face before you pull him away from his desk a sit yourself on one of his thighs.

"Who better to do it with than me?" you tease and hold the unlit joint to his mouth. He hesitates before opening his lips and allowing you to place the joint between them. You grab your lighter from your hoodie pocket and bring the flame to the end of the joint. Chan takes an inhale before reaching up and pulling the joint from his mouth. His eyes close as you take the joint from his hand and place it to your own lips.

He lays his head against the head rest of his chair and allows the smoke to leave his lungs and linger in the air above the two of you. He wraps his hand around your thigh closest to him and pulls it onto his other thigh, signaling to you that he wants you completely in his lap. You comply and lay your legs across his own.

"Wanna finish this outside?" You break the comfortable silence that had fallen between the two of you. Chan hums a no in response and instead wraps his arms around your torso pulling you closer to his body. You wrap your arm back around his neck and allow him to nuzzle his face into your hoodie clad chest.

"I feel so good right now. I don't want to move," He mumbles against your hoodie and you chuckle in response.

"You hit it one time and you're already high? You're a lightweight baby," You tease and wiggle in his lap. He laughs in response before reaching up to grab the joint from your hand and ashing it in a nearby candle. He hits the joint again and lets out the smoke, handing it back to you.

A dramatic sigh leaves his mouth and you glance over at him as you hit the joint yourself. You raise your eyebrows once his red eyes make contact with your own, prompting him to elaborate on why he is sighing.

"I know why I stopped smoking," His hands run up and down your sides before continuing, "I'm horny now," He states as if it is the most common thing in the world. You choke on the smoke in your lungs and fall into a coughing fit.

"Having you get all wiggly and twitchy in my lap isn't helping," he murmurs and places a hot kiss to a spot below your ear.

"I'm not even doing anything Channie," you try to reason. A whine leaves your mouth as his cool hands graze the inside of your hoodie, settling on your hips. He hums before reaching for the joint from you once more. He takes a deep inhale and blows it into your face, causing your nose to scrunch, before placing it back into your waiting mouth.

"Seeing you in my hoodie isn't helping much either, sweetheart," he grumbles and leans back away from you into the chair so that it rocks back slightly and he can get a full view of you. His eyes are low as they rack your body before settling on your lips.

His eyes are glued to your lips and the way they wrap around the joint and before he even realizes what he's doing, he ruts up slightly into the back of your thigh. Your eyes grow wide and his cheeks grow pink, matching his eyes, when he realizes what he did.

"Mr. Bang, are you hard right now?" You tease and he rolls his eyes, his hands grip your waist tighter, watching you bring the joint back up to your smiling lips. "Shut up," he grumbles lowly and you can’t stop yourself.

"Make me," you suggest with a shrug, the drug intoxicating your brain and apparently common sense skills because you've done nothing but awaken the beast.

Lee Know:

"Where are you going?" Lee Know's voice is muffled, and has a tired drawl to it. You grab the hoodie off of the nearby chair and pull it over your naked body. You glance at him, in all his glory, naked and completely exhausted from your previous endeavors, in his most vulnerable and adorable state. You lean over the bed and place a quick kiss to his lips before pulling back.

"Out," you smile at his pout and lean again to kiss it away but he pulls back before you can make contact. "Are you about to go have a cigarette?" he asks quietly, a few inches from your face. You hum in response and nod slightly before closing the gap between the two of you. He quickly tries to deepen the kiss but you pull back before his tongue can make its way into your mouth.

"As much as I would love to go for another round, I need to have this cigarette or I won't be able to get into it," You insist and push yourself off the bed, his hand reaches out to the back of your hoodie and pulls you down, sitting you on the edge of the bed. He throws an arm around your waist, preventing you from moving.

"The thought of me bending you over doesn't get you into it? Me folding you in half and eating you like it’s my last meal?" he inquires softly and almost innocently if it had not been for the vile words leaving his mouth. You feel his lips press softly into the skin of your hip and you look down at him as he opens his mouth and nibble the bone slightly, causing you to let out a low moan.

"Minho..." you start and he looks up at your sitting figure. "Let me join you?" he interrupts quietly before you can complain and your brows shoot up in surprise. Another cute pout takes over his features and it takes everything in you to decline his request.

"As much as I love that cute little pout," you gently tap his lips with your fingers and then give another tap to his perfect nose, "I will not let you have a cigarette under my watch. I don't need you ruining that pretty voice of yours," You stroke a piece of hair behind his ear and a small smile forms on his face at the compliment, his ears turning a light shade of pink.

"But you smoke and you have the prettiest voice I have ever heard," He whines and you cant stop the smile that comes across your face, your cheeks heating up at the cute and obviously sleepy compliment. He really is too cute for his own good, especially when he is tired or horny and this seems to be a combination of each. You still stand your ground and shake your head at him.

"Lee Minho, I will not be responsible for letting you smoke. Chan would end my life in a heartbeat," you shake your head at the thought. Chan would be livid if he ever found out that Minho was putting his voice at risk, especially because of you.

"But you are more than welcome to come keep me company," You continue before he can whine or pout at you again. His eyes light up and he nearly hops out of bed, a sudden new found energy taking over him. You laugh as he struggles to pull on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie.

You stand and he pushes his hands into his hoodie pocket, a small smirk covering his face. His hand emerged from the pocket and in it is a pair of your balled up pink panties, the ones you had had on earlier that day. You blush and snatch the panties out of his hand before pulling them up your legs.

"Oh shut up," you mumble, embarrassment evident in your tone. "But I haven't even said anything yet, baby," he speaks lowly and you practically run out of the room before he can tease you anymore, him hot on your heels. 

Changbin:

Changbin passes you the rolled blunt and you grab it carefully from him, trying your best not to make contact with his hand. You two were sitting on your balcony, you wrapped in a blanket, him practically shivering from the brisk air. As stubborn as you both were, he would always be the first one to fold when the two of you had any sort of disagreement.

You refused to share the blanket or even talk to him at all after you two had an argument, like always. You know it is childish and you have gotten into more arguments than you can count about you giving the silent treatment like a child instead of talking, but it really was your way of giving yourself some space. If you needed space after a disagreement or after an argument, you never actually wanted to leave his side or the house. You just needed time to calm down.

Earlier tonight, the two of you had gotten into an argument and you stated you needed space and went silent but after only a few minutes of silence, Changbin had yelled at you. It was such a stupid argument that you don't even remember what it was originally about. The only part you remember is him throwing an insecurity you had disclosed to him before in your face.

"I don't even understand why you are so worked up! I didn't do anything!" He yelled, causing you to jump at the sudden out burst in the silence but you only scoffed in return. Mumbling a quick, 'whatever Binnie' as you continued to stare at the rolling tray below him. He had begun rolling a blunt for the two of you when the argument began.

Every insecurity and everything you had ever talked about or every little feeling you had started bubbling to the surface in the silence and you can't stop the stab before it leaves your mouth and lingers in the air.

"If I was your ex, I'm sure you would remember what made me so mad," you spit. The vile words coming from deep in your chest.

"Yeah I probably would. At least she never acted like such a bitch when I upset her," his voice was full of venom and the insult went straight to your chest. You slam your hands down on the table and stood up quickly, "Fuck you, Changbin," You snapped back, almost a shout. You stormed off, him calling your name behind you as hot angry tears rolled down your face.

You entered your bedroom and slammed the door behind you for dramatic emphasis, so he wouldn't mistake that you were angry. You lay on your back in the middle of the bed, the smell of your boyfriend overwhelming your senses and actually relaxing you, although he was the reason for your tension in the first place. You let out a groan at this realization and pull your phone out of your pocket before scrolling through social media.

About ten minutes later, you hear a soft knock on the door, knowing who it was already and before you could tell him to piss off, the door opens and Changbin walked into the room and passed you on the bed, over to the balcony sliding doors and slid out. He didn't close the door and you were ready to snap about it. You watched his back as he sat in one of your balcony chairs. He didn't need to turn around to know you were looking at him and instead just held up the rolled blunt, signaling for you to come smoke.

And that is how you got to where you are now. You passed the blunt back to him after your reminiscing and his finger grazed yours which caused you to scoff.

"Oh come on, baby don't be like that," He uses the term of endearment but the underlining annoyance in his tone is undeniable. You roll your eyes and keep staring out at the city in front of you, bouncing your legs in annoyance.

"You look so cute all pouty and broody," He comments after a moment of silence and you fight the smile trying to come onto your face, the effects of the drug and his sweet words slowly starting to relax you and make you less angry at your amazing man.

"I hate you," you groan in annoyance, allowing the smile to grace your face. "You don't. You love me," he insists and pulls on your hands to stand and sit in the chair with him.

"That too," You say as you sit with your back pressed to his chest and he presses a sweet kiss to your neck. "Who knew that smoking a little would make you this soft," He whispers into your ear and you elbow him softly in the ribs, causing a chuckle to fall from his lips.

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin knew you smoked. You only did when you needed to relax. He, however, had never smoked a day in his life. His best friend, Felix, and his lover, you, often hung out without him for this very reason.

You never wanted to pressure him into doing something he didn't want to or making him uncomfortable in any way whatsoever. You never really talked about your smoking with him because there was nothing to talk about. You would come into the room give him a quick kiss then mumble something about going to hang out with Felix and you always returned, red eyed and giggly.

This one night, however, you and the boys had all been drinking at the house and he never found himself as one to get jealous but you just looked too stunning in those leggings and the crop top that he couldn't help wanting to lock you away in his room and fuck you all night long, so that was what he intended to do.

Instead, after a few shots and drinking games, Felix leaned over and whispered something to you. That isn't what bothered Hyunjin, what bothered him was the way Felix rested his hand on your knee and the way you leaned into him when he started whispering. He grumbled to himself and tightened the hold he had on your other thigh, letting it drift slightly higher.

You nodded and turned to look at Hyunjin quickly, "We're gonna go outside for a little bit okay? I'll be right back," you tell your boyfriend and he hums in response, not even bothering to glance your way. "You okay, baby?" you ask quietly and he turns to you, plastering on a fake smile, which you pick up on and instead says "Just hurry back, princess," You smile anyways and stand up.

Hyunjin expected just Felix to stand with you but was shocked when Changbin, his partner, and Han all stood as well. He knew there were only three chairs outside so he immediatly got defensive, wondering where you each were going to sit. He let you go anyways and tried to carry on the conversation he was having with Minho but his jealous mind was drifting and getting the best of him. He stood abruptly, excusing himself and making his way outside. What he saw made his blood boil.

There you were sat, in your tight leggings and tiny crop top, on his best friend's lap. He practically lunges out the door and pulls you up, almost knocking the bong out of your hands, before replacing your spot on Felix's lap with himself and pulling you down on top of him, causing Felix to groan at the weight of the two of you.

"You're going to crush Lix, Jinnie," You giggle, the high already beginning to overtake your senses. He isn't sure what makes him more angry, the use of the word Lix or the fact he could make out every outline under your leggings while you were sitting in his lap, meaning that Felix could also feel every bit of warmth, dip, fold, and curves that your ass and cunt were.

His ass. His cunt.

"You love making me jealous, don't you, princess? Where is my sweet girl, hm? Should I fuck you in front of everyone so they all remember who you belong to?" He murmurs quietly enough for just you to hear...

…And maybe Felix.

You press your legs together in an attempt to push away the tingle he has cause but his large hands on either of your thighs prevent the action from occurring. You whine under his touch and he stands quickly, bringing you to your feet so fast you would have stumbled had his hands not already been on you.

"We'll be right back," Hyunjin speaks to the group who all nod in agreement and he glances down at Felix, whose face is flush a deep red and is avoiding eye contact with his best friend and best friend's girlfriend.

Han:

When you met Han Jisung, it was through a mutual friend. This mutual friend just happened to be your plug. You and your dealer had gotten close after he sold to you a few times, he was just too likable. One day, like many other times, he asked if you want to stay and spark up with him because he hadn't smoked in a while and felt like a druggie if he smoked alone.

You laughed it off and said of course and you began smoking a bowl. Halfway through the bowl, his phone rings and is connected to the bluetooth speaker. The name read "ji" and you assume it is one of his friends seeing as it seems to be a nickname.

"He Ji, you're on speaker so don't say anything crazy," He answer and starts lighting the bowl again. You speak out a "hi" which causes you and your plug to both giggle, the burn from the smoke in the air beginning to inhibit your senses.

"Hi…hi…I wish I was high. Are you guys high?" the voice on the other end of the phone inquires and you start giggling again. You plug tells him you are and looks over at you before continuing his conversation.

"You wanna join us Jisung? We're at that park by my house. We're boxing my car though. I don't know if you'll be able to handle it," He teases and you smile as he passes the bowl back to you.

"Ha ha. Very funny. That was one time. Don't embarrass me in front of a girl that I haven't even met yet. What if I wanna put some moves on her?" He almost whines and you hear him gathering his belonging and what sounds like keys and a door closing. "I'll be there in 5," he hangs up and you burst out laughing again, quite high and giggly.

"Let's open a window so we can re-hotbox when he gets here," You offer and your plug nods, rolling your and his window down and putting the bowl in the cup holder.

"Is re-hotbox a word?" He inquires quietly, almost to himself and you start giggling again, waiting patiently for your third party to join you.

When a car pulls up directly next to you on your passenger side, your heart drops. Not only is he unreasonably attractive, but he can dress too. You look him up and down as he steps out of his car and into the back seat of your plugs car.

You relight the bowl and the two boys start going into a conversation about soccer, which quickly loses your interest and you catch yourself staring blankly out the window. You let out a heavy sigh and let your head fall back against the seat.

"Okay this conversation is boring. Let's play a game," You interrupt suggest, your eyes closed towards the ceiling. The boys pause at your comment and Jisung speaks up first. "I'm down. What game?" You hadn't thought this far and turn backwards in your seat, humming to yourself thinking of a game. You rest your back against the dash just as the game comes to mind.

"Jisung, truth or dare?" This is the first time you had properly addressed him since he got in the car ten minutes ago and he can't help the heart fluttering as his name rolls from your tongue.

"Mmmm, truth," He decides after a moment and you giggle quietly to yourself. "Pussy," you murmur and his eyes grow wide as a smile comes across his face, before he can defend himself however you quickly begin speaking again, "What's your body count?" you stare at him waiting for him to speak up and he laughs at the question.

"That's always everyone's first question if they're trying to fuck the person they’re asking," he retorts and you scoff, rolling your eyes, "Humble yourself. I was just starting out easy," you defend and he nods before answering your question.

"You guys' tension is crazy," your plug speaks from the driver's seat groggily, obviously extremely high and you swat at his arm to which he grumbles in reply.

"Okay then. Truth or dare?" Jisung turns his attention to your plug and he answers dare, to which Jisung dares him to post a black screen to his Instagram with the caption 'Heart broken. No one hit me up' which is extremely funny to the three high goons in the car.

"Y/n, truth or dare?" He turns to look at you and you pretend to ponder for a moment, wrapping your arms around your legs, "Dare, of course,"

"Shotgun with Jisung," He deadpans and you smirk to yourself before reaching for the bowl in his outstretched hand. You take a long drag and work your way onto your knees before leaning in the backseat and grabbing Jisung's shocked face by the chin and pressing your lips together, allowing the smoke to enter his mouth and maybe sneaking your tongue in a little bit. You pull back and Jisung lets the smoke out of his mouth, cheeks a slight pink shade and you shake your head.

"Alright, my turn again," You speak up to both the boys who are staring wide eyed and shocked at you.

Felix:

You step out of the sweaty nightclub, leaving your friends behind with the excuse if having a quick cigarette after too many shots. You stumble slightly out the door and reach into your pocket, pulling out your lighter and the case you keep your cigarettes in. You lean against the wall to steady yourself and try to light the cigarette but the wind of the cool night won't allow you, always blowing out the flame before you can get it to your cigarette.

"Fuck me," you speak out into the air as the frustration bubbles over. "Only if you ask nicely," a voice comes from the right of you and you are met with a set of pretty brown eyes and freckles.

"I'm joking. Don't look so scared. Need some help?" he offers and you nod. He stands directly next to you, blocking the wind so you can properly light your cigarette. You take a long drag and close your eyes, letting the smoke exit your nose.

"Felix," he offers his hand, cute. "Y/n," you reply, placing the cigarette in your mouth and shaking his hand gently. He stays next to you and looks at you for a moment before you start to squirm under his intense gaze.

"You don't have to stand with me if you don't want to," You slur quietly and take another drag of the cigarette that seems to be getting smaller far more quickly than usual.

"I do want, plus if I move, the wind will blow it out," He suggests with a shrug, cute again. You smile gently at him and he rakes his eyes down your body completely, observing you from head to toe.

"I like your outfit. Were you in here?" He asks and leans against the wall next to you. You nod and take the time to finally look at him fully, the alcohol you had consumed definitely making it a bit more difficult than usual. You realize now that he has on a suit, complete with cuff links and the first few buttons of his dress shirt were unbuttoned, revealing a gold chain with the letters LV on them.

"I would ask if you were too but it doesn't seem like it," You state and he chuckles at the irony of the comment. "Actually I was. My friends and I are on the balcony," he replies, nonchalantly. On the balcony?? The balcony itself costs at least 1,000 for just one person. Your jaw drops and you look at him in shock.

"It's my friend's birthday. We don't do this often," He chuckles deeply and you can't help the arousal that forms from the sound of it.

"So you're not only hot, you're also rich?" You blurt our, a slight slur to your speech. This causes Felix's head to tip back and he laughs heartily, his Adam's apple exposed to you and it takes everything in your drunk mind to not let your lips glide against it.

"That's cute. You're cute. That's three times you've done something cute since I started talking to you," he says with the smile still on his face, crinkles by his eyes. "You've only done two cute things. You're slacking," you retort, a grin coming to your lips. His eyes glance down to your hand, the cigarette almost gone and without thinking you lift it to his mouth.

His fingers wrap around your wrist gently, holding you stead as he takes a drag from the cigarette between your fingers. He pulls away, letting the smoke linger between the two of you as your arm falls, his hand never leaves your wrist and instead crawls up your arms and settles on the small of your back.

"We just indirectly kissed," He says quietly, pulling you against him so you were chest to chest. "Want to make it direct?" You questiom, boldness dripping from you with the liquid confidence.

"I would love to," He replies and leans in, closing the gap between the two of you.

Seungmin:

You were lost in your thoughts, the thumping of the party going on inside acting as ASMR to you as you got lost deeper in your mind. But they always lead back to the same thing.

Kim Seungmin.

You reach down into your boot and pull out your cigarette case and the lighter. You stare for a moment at the items. You know its bad but you had already been drinking and they always sound so enticing when you're tipsy or drunk...

"Fuck it", you whisper to yourself and spark the cigarette, taking a long drag. The burn in your chest, familiar but still foreign since it had been so long since you had one. You don't even know why you brought it in the first place, a little voice just told you you might need one or two tonight.

"What are you doing out here?" Your friend (?) Seungmin's voice fills the air and you whip around quickly, hiding the cigarette behind your back.

"W-what are you doing out here?" You counter. Seungmin raises his eyebrows and takes a step closer to you. "I asked you first," he takes another step closer and you take a step back, your back against the railing.

The sound of the party going on inside fills your ears, causing you to wonder how you didn’t notice the door open. "I asked you second..?" You try to come back but it comes out as a question which causes your beloved (?) friend (??) to chuckle. He places his hands on either side of you, resting on the railing behind you, completely caging you in.

"Nothing. Just getting some air," You offer instead when he looks at you with his eyebrows raised, waiting for an answer.

"I know you're hot sweetheart, but you aren't hot enough to be on fire. From where I'm standing it looks like your ass could be," He comments and you look up, noticing the smoke forming a small cloud over your head. You cuss to yourself for not putting it out as soon as you heard him and instead succumb to him completely. You let your body rest against the railing, one elbow on the railing, right next to Seungmin's hand, and the other brings the cigarette up to your mouth to take another drag.

His hands finds its way to your elbow and his thumb strokes small circles on it. You take this opportunity to really observe him. His bright eyes, slightly hazy with the alcohol coursing through his veins, his perfectly arched eyebrows. His lips curling up into a small smile at you observing him, everything about him was stunning and you couldn't stop the next words from falling from your mouth.

"God, you are so hot," you murmur and he leans closer to you, pressing his cold lips to your hot ones quickly before pulling away. "You know you couldn't have lied to me? I saw you out here debating if you should have one or not before audibly saying 'fuck it' to yourself and lighting one," he mumbles and you drop your head in embarrassment. He is always watching you and that just proved it.

He laughs at your reaction, placing a finger beneath your chin and making you make eye contact with him before he leans in and kisses you again. This wasn't the first time you have ever kissed Seungmin, matter of fact it was probably the millionth time, and yet the two of you were still just friends.

"Why do you smoke? You know that shit is toxic," He murmurs against your lips, his brushing yours with every word.

“So are you but I still do you every night,” you retort, your confidence returning slightly.

"I smoke because you confuse the hell out of me and stress me out beyond belief," You confess, a mixture of the nicotine buzz and alcohol buzz giving you a confidence boost. He chooses to ignore this comment, as he usually does when you get too emotional, proving your point right.

"Not every night. Last night you were too busy out with your girls and I assume smoking too many of these," he plucks the cigarette from your fingers, "Since when you came back to my house afterwards it's all I could smell and taste on you," He brings it up to his lips and before you can stop him, he is taking a long drag of the toxic drug he was just scolding you about.

"These really aren't good for you, Minnie," you say quietly and he exhales the smoke into the air above your heads. He flicks the rest of the cigarette off the balcony and laced a hand through the back of your hair.

"Neither are you, but we already establish that, didn't we, pup?" he questions before pulling you into him and immediately sticking his tongue into your mouth, tasting the mix of nicotine, tobacco, alcohol, and what he assume some gum you had earlier. He groans before pulling away.

"God, you make me so confused," he whispers but before you can reply or question him, he is wrapping your arms around his neck and moving in to reattach his lips to yours.

I.N:

You roll out of your bed, certain that your boyfriend had fallen asleep. Soft breaths and snores were leaving his open mouth and you subconsciously brush a strand of hair from his face before pulling yourself out of his arms. You sit on the edge of the bed and glance at the clock next to the bed; 2:37.

You stand up and grab your bathrobe, wrapping it around your body tightly and making your way towards the front entrance of your apartment. You grab your purse from the hook and unzip the pocket on the side. You take a cigarette and a hair tie out and grab a lighter from the side table and before making your way out into the apartment hallway, locking the apartment door behind you.

As you walk down to the fire exit, you pull your hair up into a tight bun to try to protect it from the smell, and sit outside on the metal fire escape stairs to smoke your secret cigarette. It isn't that you were necessarily hiding the fact that you smoked on occasion from your lovely boyfriend, Jeongin, its just it isn't something you always wanted to discuss.

You finish quickly and head back to your apartment, pressing your code in the door, and quietly entering. You kick your shoes off and return the items to their rightful place inside your bag. You first head to the half bathroom that guests use and wash your hands before brushing your teeth. You use mouthwash and wash your hands again before spraying some perfume on yourself and letting your hair out of the tight bun.

You take your robe off in the guest bathroom and also spray it with the same perfume before heading back to your bed in just your sleep set, a tank top and shorts. you crawl back into bed and turn your back to Jeongin's chest. Before you could grab his arm to wrap it around you, he did it himself.

"Did I wake you?" You whisper quietly, stroking his arm with your thumb. He hums in response, pulling you impossibly closer to him before his groggy voice comes out.

"I have been awake since you started tossing and turning, debating whether or not you should have another one of those cigarettes in secret," he grumbles and you stiffen a bit in his grip.

"W-what are you talking about?" you mentally slap yourself for stuttering, practically giving yourself away and he clears his throat before continuing.

"Babe, we've been together for months now. You think I dont notice you sneaking off in the middle of the night and smelling absolutely drenched in your strongest perfume?" he turns your head to face him and presses his lips to yours, sleepily but also firmly.

"You think I don't notice how different you taste? I just had my tongue down your throat before we went to bed and now you taste like you just brushed your teeth and an underlying taste that I can only assume is the tobacco and nicotine in your little cancer stick," You pull your face out of his grip at that, rolling your eyes.

"It's hot. I love the way you taste after like this. You haven't been keeping your secret very well, baby," he coos and kisses along the side of your neck to the junction of your neck and shoulder. He pulls you back against himself once more and this time you can feel the growing bulge pressing into your behind.

"Jeongin... I wasn't keeping it a secret. It's just," you pause, letting out a noise between a moan and a whimper as Jeongin ruts against you from behind, "It's just that I know how important health is to you. And with your career..." you trail off as the flat of his wet tongue glides along the side of your neck, before stopping at your ear.

"Want me to help you quit baby? I can offer a pretty solid distraction any time you want to have one," he whispers sinfully into your ear. You groan in response as his hand moves from your stomach to further south, playing with the band of your shorts.

"Anytime?" you inquire and feel his smirk against your neck.

"Anytime. I'm all yours baby, just like you're all mine," he continues before allowing his hand to drop into the waistband of your shorts.

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[dreaming-tonite]

Hello, I loved what you wrote about JasonX innocent virgin reader, could you do one like that with Dick GraysonX innocent virgin reader please!!!!

Warning: f!reader, first time, oral sex, fingering

Word count: 800

Dick would simply be the sweetest if you told him, midst making out on his lap, that you’ve never done anything like this before. Silly you, of course he could tell already! With your face so flushed and hands fumbling at his shirt just from some minor touching, it didn’t take him much guesses to figure out that you never went much further from here.

But you have nothing to worry about when you are with Dick. After all, he’d always taken such good care of you, hadn’t he?

He didn’t mind the way you clung to him desperately as he gently kissed his way down your neck (the first time he had gone below your jaw, may you add). In fact, it might have made him gloat a little when he could feel your body heating up at all the sweet nothings he mumbled against your skin as he licked and nibbled, large palms caressing the side of your thighs until he coaxed you to spread your legs for him.

Dick cooed when you twitched, your fingers clawing at the sheets as the pad of his middle finger traced the shape of your folds clinging to your cotton panties, a wet patch already forming on the fabric.

“Here,” he mused, taking you by the wrist and guiding your palm to the nape of his neck, where you instinctively started playing with his curls nervously, “here, here.”

He bit back a moan when you fisted his hair unexpectedly upon the feeling of his thumb pressing down on your clit, a charming smile tugging at his lips when he flicked against the hardened bud softly over the fabric.

“Come on,” you buried your face into the crook of his neck as he hooked his finger into the elastic, his nail dragging alone your hips,” let’s take these off, yeah?”

Your pussy twitched at the vibration from the back of his throat, the stickiness evident against your skin as he peeled your underwear off.

“Dick…” you hid your face in embarrassment when he laid you on the mattress and trailed kisses along your abdomen, his handsome face now hovering above your bare cunt.

“Sh…” you could only see the wiggling of his eyebrows, but the breath fanning against your core still had your legs threatening to clamp tight around his shoulders, “lay back baby. Promise I’ll take good care of you, yeah?”

And Dick would never be mean to you, he couldn’t bring himself to be, even though the thought of making you squirm and sob while he forces your legs open does send a mischievous spark down his spine, that would be for later. For now, all he wanted was to make sure that his sweet little princess would be seeing heaven by the time he was done.

So focused, in fact, that he did not even notice that his skilful tongue and nimble fingers were far too much for you to handle.

He was slow and gentle at first, starting with languish licks along your sopping folds and tiny circles on your clit. But the first, real moan you let out put him in a trance, and he was far too tempted by the urge to hear more to notice your legs kicking and back arching off the mattress in orgasmic bliss.

Again, and again, and again.

One finger turned into two fingers scissoring against your walls, while his thumb tugged at the hood that covered your sensitive clit, his supple lips sucking and licking and kissing at the engorged bud. The hair at the back of your neck stood up when he slurped at the juices that ran down your thigh, his tongue only stopping when he was lapping up your arousal.

It felt so good it almost hurt, and you didn’t even know that you could cum so many times in a row.

He hadn’t even gotten to the actual sex yet, and you were already on the verge of tears.

“Dick, Dick!”

His name came out of your mouth as a pleading mewl, and he finally stopped. You gulped at the sight of your release glistening on his face, the wetness covering his strong jaw and lips. You could almost cum again just from the way his piercing blue eyes stared at you in earnest hunger from between your legs.

Your walls pulsed when he pulled his fingers out, and your face heated up when you saw the silver stringers that coated the slender digits as he spread them.

You already wanted him bad, but your body ached for him when he darted his tongue out and licked each of his soaked fingers clean, lips pulling away with a lewd “pop”.

“Please?” You tried your best to keep your wobbly legs open, batting your eyes at him in a silent plea.

Needless to say, Dick Grayson never needs you to ask twice for anything.

#this took a while because I simply don’t see as much appeal for the concept with dick #because I think it genuinely wouldn’t matter to him??? like he’d take things slow for your sake but it wouldn’t matter sentimentally #Jason though I see enough potential self loathing for there to be a conflict #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson smut #nightwing x reader #nightwing smut

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hickeys | jamie drysdale

author's note; i am filled with total brain rotting love for him. jamie drysdale the only thing that could make me adore you more would be if you signed with the leafs summary; parties are supposed to be a time to socialise. instead they usually become an excuse for you and your boyfriend to get shit faced and make out. word count: 0.9k warnings; making out, slight nsfw characters; Reader x Jamie Drysdale

Jamie's hair had grown long and shaggy over the season. He loved the way it poked out under his helmet. His 'flow', as he and his teammates called it, was just a part of playing hockey. But you knew it was because he felt handsome when his tousled hair was on display for you and every other adoring ducks fan in a stadium. And you preyed on this now, carding your fingers up some strands at the back of his neck. He hummed, turning to face you. His lids were droopy. They always seemed to get heavier than he could handle when he drank. You could tell how far gone he was from how much eye you could see. He was really drunk. Of course, you couldn't argue that you were any better. You laughed at the lazy grin that was uncurling on his face at your affectionate gesture. "You good, baby?" He asked. He placed his hand on your thigh, rubbing your leg as if to comfort you. It did the opposite. You tried to bite your lip to keep your suggestive smile from blooming, but it didn't work, instead causing a spark to light in Jamie's eyes. You stared at your boyfriend like it was your first time seeing him. Raking your eyes over thick eyebrows, his wide shoulders, his slight stubble. You couldn't stop yourself from getting up from where the two of you were sitting and beginning to step into the house. You turned back to him, as if to ask Are you coming? He couldn't get to his feet faster. Within a minute you two were in Trevor's guest bathroom, where you had brushed your teeth many a morning after a night gone a little too wild. This party surely had to fall in that category. And there was no way Trevor had left it unlocked without the knowledge it would be put to some sort of use, right? As soon as you shut the door between the two of you Jamie had you caged in with his body. He fell against you with slight pressure, connecting your lips quickly. He was so eager that your teeth clashed and you laughed against his lips. He smiled at that, pressing on. Because Jamie wasn't embarrassed by it. He was too drunk to care. Plus, you had reassured him time and time again that there was nothing he could do to ick you out. "Not even like- trimming my nose hairs?" He had asked when you told him, grasping for the first thing he could think of. You had laughed and he had grinned widely at the fact you found him funny. "Not even that, Jimbo." You ran a hand down his chest and you could literally feel his toned stomach through his shirt. This drove you wild and you moved your lips down to his neck. Hockey season was over, and that gave you the freedom to give your pretty little boyfriend as many hickeys as you desired. You thanked God for that as Jamie groaned and buried his face into your shoulder to try and muffle the noise. You kept going, finding a sweet spot right under his jaw. He must have been tired of the teasing, because his teeth clamped playfully on your shoulder and you yelped out a loud laugh. "Did you just bite me?" "Yes." He answered simply. Then, "Kinky?" Wiggling his eyebrows. You laughed and shook your head at him, pulling him down for one final kiss. "We can finish this later. At home." "Fine." He groaned. The two of you stepped out into the hall. Trevor was out there, and looked up from his phone. "Finally, I've been waiting for ages." He moved past you before freezing. "Holy shit." He said, stepping back to you two. He pulled the neck Jamie's shirt down, eyes widening as he scanned the skin. Then finally the man burst into laughter. "Fuck, Jimbo, I think you better borrow a hoodie." "What?" Jamie asked, then another, more frantic "What, dude?" But Trevor was already shutting the bathroom door behind him. When Jamie turned back to you, you understood Trevor's suggestion. Multiple blotches on his neck were already turning red, and the second you two stepped into the well-lit backyard his teammates would be on him like dogs. Teasing and pointing. You covered your mouth to suppress. "I think you should listen to him, love." You told him. Jamie furrowed his eyebrows. "Why?" He whined.

You steered him into Trevor’s room, pointing at the mirror for him to see for himself while you rummaged through the boys closet for a hoodie. You heard an “Oh, shoot.” and threw one towards the tall boy. He was smiling and shaking his head as he put it on.

“Sorry, Jamie.” You said, but you really weren’t. He rolled his eyes as if he could hear your added thought.

“Whatever. I’ll give you some matching ones later.” You rolled your eyes and lightly swatted his chest, but his words rang as more of a promise than a tease.

I’ll give you some matching ones later.

It took everything in you not to drag him home right then and there.

#adoristsposts #jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale fic #jamie drysdale x reader #anaheim ducks #trevor zegras #nhl hockey #jamie drysdale blurb

[wehaveimagineshere]

First time doing this, hope I'm doing It right. I was curious If I could request some Astarion x Male!Tav Rogue scenarios ? Just some angst and fluff, whatever crosses your mind c:

Heya! Ren here! I saw "scenario" and figured you were looking for me. You didn't specify an admin, so hopefully we guessed right!

You didn't give a specified prompt, so I went with the first thing that came to mind! A little angst, a little fluff, hopefully it's up your alley!

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With just the moonlight filtering through the windows to guide your aim, you line up your dagger once more, the makeshift target at the other end of the common room already littered with holes.

A steady inhale. Aim. A steady exhale. Throw.

Bullseye. The blade slides easily into the wood, right next to the two other daggers already thrown true.

With a sigh, you plop down onto the nearby chair, the awaiting bottle of wine quickly in your hand, the drink sliding down your throat, an attempt to ease the thoughts circling over and over in your mind.

Astarion broken underneath that mansion. That cry that had ripped from him had nearly shattered your heart, his dead abuser's blood soaking into your knees as you settled beside him, fingers digging into your pants at the want to comfort but not knowing if he wanted touch.

Karlach's sob behind you. Astarion's forced levity as he ushered everyone to leave. The turmoil in his eyes, the tightness in his smile.

It all kept circling around and around and around.

He'd went straight to his room upon return and hadn't come out since. He needed time to process, to figure out his thoughts and emotions, and you didn't fault him for it. Not for one second.

It just left you restless. Worried. So you'd taken to mindless, quiet activity on the Inn's second floor's common room, anything to keep your hands busy and your mind just a little quieter.

Taking up another dagger from your obscene collection, you start fiddling with the table, digging the point into the wood. Spin the blade. Run your fingers over the hilt. Carve out a small dick into the wood. Spin the blade again. Add a pair of balls to your dick.

A latch unlocking has you going still, obscene artwork forgotten as you peer behind you.

You weren't sure if Astarion could ever look anything but freshly kept. Even with blood splattering his face and clothes on many occasion, cuts and bruises peppering his skin that thankfully quickly healed, his hair had always stayed put. His eyes had always had that amused crinkle, his lips pulled into a small, knowing smile.

Even in the poor lighting you can see his dead eyes, his tired face. His ruffled hair as if he hasn't stopped running his fingers through it since you'd last seen him. The paleness to an already pale complexion.

You stay seated, quiet, allowing him the opportunity to pretend he hasn't seen you, even as your hands start to shake, your chest tighten. Twitchy fingers flip the dagger in familiar tricks instead of reaching out.

He crosses the room on silent feet, slowly sliding into the seat next to you, head bowing, shoulders hunching and elbows keeping his upper body upraised.

Setting down your dagger, you ask quietly, "Want to talk about it?"

A half hearted scoff escapes him. "Talk about it?" A pause, then quietly, "Where would I even begin?"

Leaning forward casually and shifting so you're facing him, you lay a hand down on the table, palm up. When he doesn't move, you wiggle your fingers. Shift your hand closer and wiggle them again.

"What are you doing?" he snipes, the bite missing.

"Letting you know my hand is ready for prime holding time."

His eyes meet yours, a small indignant spark lighting his hues that make you smile. "That is the stupidest thing I've heard, darling."

Now you lift your hand between you, raising an eyebrow and wiggle your fingers once more. The look he gives you screams more of his usual self as he rolls his eyes, fighting a smile as he takes your hand and presses it against the table.

Palm against palm. Fingers sliding to interlock.

"I hate that it works," you hear him murmurs, and you can't help but chuckle.

Quiet settles again and you let it, your thumb sliding over his hand as you give him all the time he needs.

"For years," he starts quietly, eyes staring at your hands, "I've wanted nothing more than to tear his heart out. To give him just a taste of the pain he'd given me. It kept me sane, as sane as I could be." A pause. "I've done it. He'd dead. I've killed him."

"But?" you prompt when he falls silent again.

"But, I..." He looks to you fully then, expression so open and lost it cleaves your chest in two. "I thought I would feel...powerful. In control. But all I feel is... Emptiness. Relief, yes, yet..." His brows furrow. "What do I do now?"

"Anything you want," you respond. Gesturing to the table, you add, "I carved a dick in the table."

He blinks. "Yes," he says dryly. "You did."

A shrug. "And Cazador can't say shit about it."

"Why did I come to you for advice?" he asks with a sigh, amusement lighting his eyes. "I pour my heart out and you tell me about a table dick."

"I think it's a nice dick."

"Yes, yes, it's a nice dick, now can we go back to the part where I was talking about myself?"

You grin. "By all means."

He huffs, but his voice is lighter. "Cazador's gone, and I find myself with a future I only dared dream of."

"You have the chance to figure it out now," you say. "There's no timeline."

He hums in quiet approval. "You're right. I no longer have to look over my shoulder." Another pause. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"You always make me voice everything, don't you?" He shakes your joined hands in mock irritation. "You helped. You trusted me when it was an objectively stupid thing to do. And I'm here now because of it."

Another shrug. "Give me a kiss and we'll call it even."

That smile crosses his lips, the one that always makes your heart sing. "You are an idiot, I hope you know." He leans in. "I would request a much more favorable gift if I were in your shoes."

"Yeah?" you ask, voice dropping. "Like what?"

"Money. A favor." You can feel his breath mingle with your own. "Nothing as simple as a single kiss."

"I wouldn't ask for a kiss from anyone else."

"Good."

The trust he showed you tonight fills your heart and you can only hope he can feel just half of that gratitude as you slide your hand to the back of his neck, deepening the kiss that sends tingles through every inch of your body.

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Strawberry Cream | Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader

a/n: i got this idea the other day for a short and sweet fic, so here you go 💗. now i'm hungry and want to bake 😡

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The scent of warmth filled the air, knocking right into the senses of an unsuspecting Stephen Strange. With an already furrowed brow and thin-lined grimace, Stephen’s day had been nothing short of bad. From the mishap in training to the smart-mouthing trainees who thought they could do much better than he, a master of the arts, Stephen was more than ticked. 

You had a strong urge to bake today. Utilized mainly as a stress reducer, people thought you were psychotic to wanted to bake in order to relieve your nerves. “Baking takes so much time and carefulness. How does that unwind you?” to which you’d respond that making something sweet and delicious, was your ultimate bad day cure. 

And luckily for Stephen, he loved your baking. 

He crosses the threshold into the kitchen, his eyes softening at the sight of you with a piping bag full of cream. His heart flutters at the adorable sight of your tongue pushed out the corner of your mouth, your level of concentration unmatched– something he wished his trainees had. He stands there silently, observing the delicacy of your hand as you gently rest the tip inside of the hole you make inside of the flaky dough, gently piping cream until they are filled. 

He noticed the cream had flecks of red with a light pink color. You have a playlist going in the background with dancing hits, but you remain utterly still except for the light bumping of your hips from side to side as you work to fill each puff with cream filling. 

You feel the weighty presence surrounding you, causing you to lift your eyes. Your eyes flash with light as a smile absorbs your face.

“Hi, baby!” you exclaim, cheeks hurting from how wide you grin. Stephen felt the prickly tension in his shoulders slowly dissipate the longer he stared at you, his stern frown evolving into a sweet grin. 

“Hi, darling.” he sighs. “What are you making?”

“Strawberry cream puffs,” you answer, filling the last one. You squeeze the leftover filling onto your index finger, humming at the sweet taste. Stephen walks over and looks down at the pan full of cream puffs, his smile wide. 

“Want to try one?” you ask.

He nods his head. “Sure, why not? Maybe it’ll cure my day.”

“Oh, rough day?” you push out your bottom lip.

Stephen nods as you both reach for one. “You have no idea… I don’t really want to go into it.” 

You nod your head in return. If he didn’t want to talk about his day, you never pushed him. You each take a bite off the corner of the sweet treat. Immediately, Stephen felt a flavor explosion commence inside his mouth, his eyes rolling at the taste.

“Honey,” he groans, his heart fuzzy and his nerves settling. You giggle, taking a bite. Some of the cream ends up on the corner of your mouth, provoking your boyfriend’s sultry curiosity. He smirks at the sight of the pinkish substance on the corner of your mouth.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” You gasp.

Stephen nods. Quickly, you reach for a napkin, but he takes his hands into yours after setting down his puff. 

“What–” Your breath hitches when Stephen closes the distance. His tongue juts out to gently lick the cream from the corner of your mouth before he dances his tongue across your lips. Seizing your mouth for a heated kiss, you lose your train of thought as he pecks you a touch lighter. You melt into him, the weight of your body pressing to his chest as you lazily throw your hands around his hips. 

He pulls away gently, noticing the sparks flying in your eyes, your pupils growing larger. 

“Why’d you stop?” you grumble through a lighthearted laugh.

Stephen smirks. “There was no more cream to lick…” 

Immediately, you grab the piping bag and add a dollop to your lips.

“Now there is,” you tempt him, wiggling your eyebrows. 

Stephen throws his head back with a laugh, a genuine laugh. In those moments, he forgot everything about his terrible day, now only focused on pleasuring you and getting a sweet treat.

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[strawberryya]

whichever blooms first

Joshua x reader

synopsis: A dandelion is resilient, it can weather any storm, and at the end of its life it will even grant wishes to whoever sees its worth as something more than a simple garden weed. Your relationship with Joshua is the same, you hope, but maybe it wouldn’t hurt to make a wish that your love will last a lifetime anyways.

word count: 2.0k

genre/contains: fluff, hints of angst, flowers, lots of flowers, established relationship.

rating: sfw, all ages

a/n: here's my secret garden collab fic for the warm summer days ahead. it's short but sweet, I can pinky promise that much!

check out the other fics in this wonderful collab with the amazing authors from svthub here!!

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The spring sun was warming the surface of your skin. A calm breeze swept by, ruffling the high grass in the field you were laying in with your boyfriend. 

Your head was in Joshua’s lap and his shadow worked as a way to avoid getting the sun in your eyes. For the past hour or so your mind had been completely immersed in the fantastical story you had been dying to read for a while, only just finding the time to pick up as the hectic spring period was coming to an end and summer was on the horizon. 

Joshua had been the perfect headrest and parasol the entire time, and you hadn’t paid much attention to what he had been doing. When you looked up it gave you quite the fright to find that he was staring down at you, a small smile gracing his lips and a spark in his eyes. A spark that both intrigued and terrified you since you had seen it before and what would happen next was always a game of guessing the impossible. 

“Why are you looking at me like you’re gonna do something…? 

He smirked, making you even more nervous. “Stop it!” You warned, but he didn’t stop. Instead, he gave you an even bigger smile and a nod, conveying the feeling of having made a decision in his own mind. “I think you need a new nickname,” he said. 

This was not the kind of mischief you had been expecting. Usually he would tease you, tickle you, or attack you with kisses. You stared up at him, trying to tell if he was joking with you or if his serious tone mirrored his feelings correctly. “Why?”

“Don’t know, just thought you looked like a spring flower and that you needed a name that properly reflected that.” he deadpanned. 

You couldn’t help but burst out in laughter at his cheesy line. “Oh really, am I that pretty today?” You said and pretended to fawn over yourself, hands underneath your chin and fingers wiggling as if you were a flower, making Joshua crack up as well. 

“You’re always pretty and you know it,” he chuckled, “but the flowers around here just seemed to match your gorgeousness so perfectly.” 

“I’m pretty like a spring flower!” you giggled and kicked your legs up into the air with a little shout of “Yay” before you relaxed and just smiled up at Joshua’s pretty silhouette that was being lit up from the setting sun behind him. “Are you serious about this, Shua?” you questioned with a small smile. 

“Which flowers bloom first after winter? Daffodils?" he said and quirked an eyebrow in question as to how you liked it as your new name. He was definitely serious, you realized. Daffodils are pretty, but their other name is narcissus… You looked at him with an offended look, “Are you calling me narcissistic?” you said as you gasped jokingly. 

Joshua gave you a dashing smile in return, making you instantly forgive him. “Okay, not that one…What about tulip?” You thought about it for a while, not bad, but it just didn’t feel right. Maybe they were simply too common, you thought. 

“Better, but there must be an even better one.” you decided. 

“Oh, I know! What do you think about dandelions? They’re pretty, but everyone doesn’t see just how pretty they are. Me, however, I see it and it is blinding.” Joshua said, looking down at you with an excessively smug face. You were going to protest. A common weed that grew stubbornly by the side of the road? Was that how he saw you? But before you could find the words your mind looped back to the book that lay heavily on your chest where you had stopped before. 

“Dandelion! That reminds me of a really cute quote I read just a couple of chapters ago!! They were racing with their horses and she was looking at the queen being all happy and carefree,” you rambled on, excited to get an excuse to talk about the book on your chest. “Wait,” you said as you picked up the book and began searching for the words you had been reminded of.

“Okay, so here’s the quote: “Ead felt her own cares lifted from her shoulders. Like seeds from a dandelion clock.” Isn’t that so pretty?” 

Joshua’s eyes were big now and his smile was one you had come to recognize as him thinking you were adorable. “What? Is it silly?” you asked, a little shyer than before. He had this eerie ability to make you feel so heard, so seen, and usually, it made you happy. Now you felt slightly embarrassed about having digressed from the conversation so suddenly. 

“No. I like it, it’s a great quote,” he reassured you fondly. “Dandelion it is then! Your new nickname I mean.” 

His smile shone brightly as he declared his final decision. “It’s bright just like you.” 

That smile, like every other perfect smile Joshua had given you over the years, quickly imprinted itself on your eyelids. The sight of his smile was as common as daffodils, but beautiful nonetheless. During those times when he had been unable to smile at you like this had been the hardest months of your life. 

You never wanted to go a single day without seeing that very shining expression on his face ever again. 

Joshua had turned his gaze toward the field of flowers, expecting you to go back to your book. When you instead began talking his head snapped back down to you, his pretty doe-eyes made your heart flutter just like they had done so many times before. “I wanna come back here later and make a wish on a dandelion clock. I wanna feel all my worries lift from my shoulders just like the seeds the girl in my book talked about. Could we come back once all of these have finished blooming?”

“Mm, of course. Could I ask you something though?”

You nodded. “What are you planning on wishing away?” he asked, even though something in his tone was telling you that he was a bit afraid of the answer. 

“Well, you know, it’s a bit silly to say it out loud like this… but I wanna make a wish that we can stay like this forever.” When recognition lit up in Joshua’s eyes you averted your gaze, instead opting to reach a hand out to play with strands of grass beside the baby blue blanket covering the ground below. 

“Do you still have doubts that we’re gonna last?” 

You heard the genuine concern lacing his voice as he found the courage to ask. You nodded slightly. “I mean, I know that you do love me. You’ve told me so many times. Some days it’s just harder to believe in what I know. I thought you loved me back then too, and still, we couldn’t do anything but fight.”

Joshua stayed silent for a moment. The buzz of the field and the birds in the distance filled up the silence. It wasn’t as awkward to talk about it anymore, you felt it in the way neither of you was getting angry. There wasn’t any frustration or tension surrounding that period of fighting and the weeks when you had broken up anymore. The relief was immense. You felt it in your bones. Maybe you were strong enough to weather any storm that may lay ahead if you had managed to heal and grow even past that horrible time in your relationship. At least you hoped so.

“Yeah,” he sighed, leaning back onto his hands in the grass. “I get what you mean.”

“I’m really happy now though, I hope you know that. I really wouldn’t change anything in the past if it meant I would lose what we have now.” 

Joshua’s face lit up into half a smile yet again. “Me neither.” With a soft kiss on your forehead, he lifted your head off of his lap, making you pout in confusion when he got up from your little blanket. “Wait here, I’m just gonna go get something, I’ll be right back!” 

“Okay, but where…” you began but changed your mind as you saw him begin to wander across the entire field, apparently searching for something among the high grass and wildflowers. You chuckled and went back to finishing the chapter you had left off at as you waited for Joshua to come back. 

It didn’t take long for Joshua to come running back to your blanket with his hands full of small yellow flowers with petals that sprawled out like a tiny explosion from their stems. You looked up at him as he dropped the flowers in a neat pile on the edge of the square of fabric splayed out on the ground before he sat down next to you, slightly turned away from you so as to not have his project within full view of your watching gaze. 

That didn’t stop you from curiously peeking over his shoulder to sneak a peek at his crafting. You weren’t sure what he was doing, even as you recalled childhood memories of doing the exact same thing as he was currently doing with the flowers he had picked. 

His fingers were surprisingly nimble for their size as he wrapped the stalks of each flower around the next one, forming a long string of flowers tied together. It was pretty, but your imagination ran wild trying to figure out what he was intending to make. A necklace? A rope? Why would he need a rope of flowers? 

As you wondered, Joshua looked back to see your confounded face as he began turning around, his hands very obviously hiding something behind his back. You were pulled back to reality when you heard him chuckle at your zoned-out expression. 

“Oh, you’re done?” you asked excitedly, putting down the book to pay all your attention to whatever Joshua had ended up creating. 

That mischievous look was back, his eyes shining in the light of the setting sun that was sinking down below the treetops. “Ready?” 

“Show me!” you exclaimed with curiosity. You gasped when he brought his hands out from behind him, showing you what he had ended up making. In his hands was a round wreath, dotted with the bright yellow dandelions you had seen him bring with him. 

“That’s so pretty Shua.” 

“You like it?” he asked, seemingly a bit nervous to hear if you truly liked his gift. You nodded and he softly placed the flower wreath atop your head. 

“Thank you, I love it,” you laughed, adjusting the flowers so they wouldn’t fall from your head. “What’s it for though?” 

“Well… it just means ‘I love you’, nothing more, nothing less, really.”

You pouted, he made you a wreath to assure you that he loves you? It was a strange way to tell you, but it definitely worked. 

“I just want you to know that you don’t have to wait until you can make a wish on the dandelion clocks to know that I will love you forever.”

“You’re gonna make me cry if you talk like that,” you said, fanning your eyes in an effort to stop the tears. 

“I have one more thing, so don’t cry just yet!” he hurried to say, making you laugh and pushing the tears away momentarily. 

From behind him, he brought out something small, it fit in the palm of his hand with ease. A single dandelion was wrapped around itself and created a ring of its stalk. Your hand flew up toward your face to cover the scream that tried to escape at the thought of what this ring-shaped flower might mean. 

“I know it’s not perfect, but… my dandelion, will you be mine forever?” Joshua was smiling again, encouraged by the way you were almost jumping up at the sight of his creation. 

Tears were pricking your eyes again, and you nodded. “Yes, of course, I will!” you exclaimed, your voice barely holding up as you shrieked and threw yourself into Joshua’s arms. His body wrapped around yours as he held you close, accepting all the kisses you gave him as the tears of joy flowed from your eyes.

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teasingly comforting night

☆ san x fem!reader ☆ comfort/ fluff ☆ no warnings ☆ 615 words

Just ten minutes ago, you had promised san that you would join him in bed soon. Standing in front of the bedroom door, you were taken aback to find your boyfriend already fast asleep. As you approached the bed, you couldn’t help but smile at him, it looks like your man is having a sweet dream. 

However, an idea suddenly sparked within you. San had been pranking and teasing you all week, and you hadn't thought about getting back at him until now. It was the perfect opportunity. Placing your phone on the nightstand, you sat on the bed and began talking.

‘I wanted to show you guys the pillow i got for sannie. It’s so comfortable’ You hear san who now looks half asleep by just hearing your voice, He’s laying on his stomach, with his arms wrapped around the pillow. With a quick glance at him, you snatched the pillow away, continuing your act.

‘Isn't it just the comfiest pillow, san?’ you asked while playing with the pillow, trying hard to hold back your laughter. He seemed surprised by your sudden interruption, replying with a drowsy voice, ‘Hm? Yeah... mhm... comfortable.’ You fought the urge to burst into laughter as you shot him two more questions.

‘How did you sleep on it? How does it feel?’ His brows furrowed, and he sat up, scratching his head. After a few seconds, he responded, ‘Uh... square? i guess...’ You had no idea what he was trying to say, but it nearly sent you into a fit of laughter. 

Seeing your serious expression, san began to question what was happening. He glared at you with small eyes, but before he could react, you burst into laughter, grabbing your phone to stop recording. Approaching the bed, you laid down beside him, but he continued to glare until he wiggled his eyebrows in a playful manner.

‘Nah, pretty girl, i need an apology, and i only accept it in the form of a kiss,’ he declared. Without hesitation, you gave him a peck, but he was quick to delicately hold the nape of your neck, pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. When you finally broke apart, gasping for breath, your eyes locked, and a smile graced san's lips. 

‘Apology accepted if i get a few more kisses from my beautiful girl,’ he whispered, his voice filled with affection. Chuckling softly, you leaned in for another kiss, feeling the warmth and love enveloping both of you.

After some time, you found yourself laying on san's chest, his arm wrapped around your waist. You traced circles on his chest, looking up at him with eyes filled with warmth. In a soft whisper, you started, ‘you know, moments like these make me realize how lucky i am to have you in my life. Your love and care mean everything to me.’

San gently ran his fingers through your hair, sending a shiver down your spine. He replied, ‘i feel like i’m the lucky one. Having you by my side, feeling your presence, and receiving your love—it's a true gift. I’m grateful for every cuddle, every kiss, and every moment we share.’

The room grew quiet as your breathing synchronized in a gentle rhythm. ‘Goodnight my love, sweet dreams’ san whispers as he pressed a kiss on the top of your head. ‘Goodnight babe’ you barely have the energy to say anything else. Your heart overflowing with warmth, the final words you heard before drifting to sleep was san saying how much he loves you. In that precious moment, you couldn't help but feel so grateful, realizing what a blessing it was to be cherished and loved by choi san.

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[heartfelttickles]

Ticklish Terrors

Note: This is my first ‘long’ fic so I’m aware it’s not amazing haha but I do hope you like it! If there’s anything that can be improved then feel free to let me know, bc I am by no means an expert haha… hope you all have the best day :)

Fandom: Heartstopper

Characters: Nick and Charlie

Words: 1500

Story: Nick and Charlie are watching a movie when Charlie discovers a secret about Nick.

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It was a cozy, Halloween afternoon at Nick's house. The air was filled with the warmth of a crackling fireplace and the sweet scent of freshly baked pumpkin pie, courtesy of Charlie. Nick and Charlie, sat on the living room couch, enjoying each other's company and intently watching the latest horror movie – Nick gripping Charlie’s hand every time a jump scare happened.

“Oh my gosh, who knew rugby lad Nick Nelson was scared of horror movies?” Charlie jokingly remarked when his boyfriend squeezed his hand for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Hey..” he lowered his voice, still playful, whilst poking Charlie’s side, earning a yelp and a slight giggle “that was uncalled for, there’s no need for this many scares- why couldn’t you let me watch a Marvel movie or something where I don’t feel on edge for 2 hours?’ A slight tinge of red growing on his face.

‘You know I hate Marvel movies and this is just a bit of fun, it’s Halloween of course we have to watch a horror film - it’s an unspoken law.’ Charlie justified his movie choice. Nick simply flinched again when another haunting note was played on the organ.

Nellie, afraid of the loud noises, curled up beside them. “This is just cruel, you’re scaring Nellie now, how dare you terrify my dog’ Nick looked down at Charlie with a cheeky grin as Charlie sassily rolled his eyes.

Nick absentmindedly scratched Nellie behind the ears, and she wagged her tail in bliss. The ‘rugby lad’ shifted his focus back to the movie when Nellie leaned towards his side, her nose sniffing around, in an attempt to find the comfiest place to rest her head. Feeling her nose poking around over his side caused Nick to squirm slightly - his hand flew up to cover his mouth but even that couldn’t stop the muffled giggles from tumbling out of him.

Charlie, never one to miss an opportunity for a good laugh, was quick to notice Nick's amusement. He turned to his boyfriend with a mischievous grin and an eyebrow raised – noticing his lover’s shoulders bouncing up and down with uncontrollable giggles.

"What's got you laughing, Nick?" Charlie asked, his curiosity piqued.

Still chuckling, Nick replied, "I dohont knohow what it ihis, but Nehehellie ihihis snihihiffing mehe. Ihit feheheels so weheheird.’

Charlie's eyes twinkled mischievously as an idea sparked in his mind. Scooting closer to Nick, he playfully wiggled his fingers in the air- Nick’s giggling subtly increasing, which unfortunately for him, Charlie noticed.

"Oh, so you think tickling is funny, huh? Because you’re already giggling more with just my fingers giving near you. I think I’m going to have to test my hypothesis that teasing makes you even more ticklish than usual!" Charlie declared, before pouncing on Nick gently, tickling his sides mercilessly.

Nick immediately burst out into hysterical laughter, squirming and trying to escape Charlie's ticklish assault. His joyful laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls, blending with the crackle of the fire.

‘Aww Nick, does this tickle? Are your sides ticklish?’ He taunted - fingers increasing their speed and exploring every inch of his sides – relishing in the increasing cackles he elicited from his boyfriend. ‘Wow. You’re reacting like this just on your sides when I know you’re more ticklish elsewhere. I wonder what will happen if I just happen to….I don’t know…. Go here?’ Charlie’s devilish fingers spidered into the hollows of Nick’s armpits, drawing out a squeal from the burly lad as he clamped his arms down, thus trapping the notoriously nimble fingers in one of his worst tickle spots.

‘Chahahar stohohop teheasing…. I cahahant…’ is all the older boy could get out as he attempted to thrash himself away from tickles.

‘Aw you’re so adorable like this you know…. But you do realise my hands are trapped here? I would like to have my hands back if that’s okay with you? So be a good boyfriend and lift your arms up for me?’

‘I chahahant – I knohohhow thahaht trihihick’ Nick giggled out, cheeks turning a flushed shade of red.

Charlie simply sighed theatrically. ‘Okay have it your way, I can do this all day, I’ll just stay in your ticklish armpits for eternity.’

After many, many, many attempts, Nick finally mustered the ability to lift his arms enough to release Charlie’s fingers. Charlie finally relented, allowing Nick to catch his breath, but remained on him. Unbeknownst to them, Nicks mom had witnessed the latter of the attack – a grin on her face hearing Nick’s laugh.

‘It’s been a while since I heard you laugh like that Nicky, darling’ she finally broke the silence.

Almost in synchronisation, Charlie’s head whipped around, and Nick’s head popped out from the side of Charlie – juxtaposing expressions of both embarrassment and their residual smiles.

‘Don’t forget Charlie, his inner thighs are his worst spot…’

‘Oh really’ Charlie, grinning back at her before she left, whipped his head back to face his boyfriend and was able to secure himself on Nick’s waist, hands evilly hovering near his thighs, ready to test out this newfound information.

‘Mom you’re such a traitor… Char – Chahar wahahait.’ Nick’s hands shot out trying to push Charlie’s hands away from his thighs, not being able to stop the anticipatory giggles that tumbled out.

‘enjoy the rest of the night darlings.’ She exited the room swiftly - cup of tea in hand, wide smile of joy plastered on her face.

‘I’m dyyying to see this now’ Charlie playfully exclaimed, locking eyes with Nick’s who attempted his classic golden retriever puppy eyes. Any other scenario, Charlie would have caved immediately… not today.

One squeeze was all it took.

‘CHAR- NOHOHO’ An onlooker would have thought he’d been struck by lightning with the intensity of his reaction from one squeeze.

‘Oh…..my….gosh….. you really are adorably ticklish, have I told you?’ Charlie teased, slightly shocked at how ticklish his boyfriend actually was. Without giving Nick a chance to answer he used both hands to squeeze the tenderly, ticklish inner thighs.

‘AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH CHAHAHAHHAHAAR………. NOHOHOHOHO’ Nick positively screamed, head thrown back, back arched, legs violently kicking and thrashing from side to side to escape the ticklish torment from his lover.

‘Aw nick, tickle tickle tickle’ Charlie cooed. Another squeal escaped Nick.

‘The teases definitely make you more ticklish…. Somehow that’s possible… does this tickle sweetheart? Tickle…. Tickle… tickle….’ Charlie enunciated every ‘tickle’ that he spoke with alternating squeezes on his thighs, tears of laughter forming in Nick’s eyes.

He finally let up once Nick’s laughter turned silent. Red faced and breathless yet still giggling with a wide smile on his face – still looking at his tickler boyfriend with the adoration he’s had for him since their first meeting.

Charlie sat next to nick once again, rather proud of his playful victory of proving his hypothesis right.

‘I think you’re the most ticklish person I’ve ever met Nicholas Nelson’ a mischievous glint in his eye as he teased his red-faced boyfriend.

‘You sure about that?’ Nick questioned, his playful energy surging back to him. ‘So it seems tickling is the weapon of choice today then, huh?’ He paused, waiting for Charlie's response.

Charlie's expression shifted, realising he had fallen into a classic trap. "Oh no, what have I done?" he exclaimed dramatically, pretending to gasp.

Without giving Charlie any time to react, Nick lunged forward, expertly targeting Charlie's ticklish spots. His nimble fingers danced across Charlie's ribs, and Charlie erupted into laughter squirming and wriggling, gradually slipping further and further down the couch.

‘NIHIHICK STOHOHOP’ Charlie cackled.

The room filled with the joyful sounds of their laughter, mingling with Nellie's barks of excitement as she joined in the fun. Nick couldn't help but laugh along with Charlie, feeling their bond grow even stronger with every ticklish retaliation.

‘Come on Nellie, you tickled me, now it’s time to help tickle Charlie’ Nick playfully exclaimed to the cheery dog, who simply licked Charlie’s face and settled beside him.

After another few minutes, Nick finally stopped tickling Charlie, both boys left breathless and feeling an indescribable joy radiating between them. They sat back on the couch, leaning against each other, recovering from the tickle-induced euphoria.

‘ I think we've had enough tickles for one day, we still have a movie to watch’ Charlie said, grinning widely.

Both lads locked eyes on the TV only to find the credits rolling in the movie – much to Nick’s delight. Unable to control his smugness of not having to watch the horror movie, Nick glanced at Charlie. Almost telepathically, their hands attracted each other into a tight hold – maintaining their eye contact of admiration and affection - when they both softly uttered the words ‘I love you’ followed by the most endearing of smiles from both lads. A passionate kiss sealed their phrase, followed by Nick’s choice of romantic movie.

As they sat there watching the new movie, the room enveloped in a cozy silence, Nick and Charlie relished in the warmth of their relationship. Laughing together, sharing playful moments, and creating memories like these reminded them that this is the love they both deserve.

#heartstopper fic #heartstopper tickle #heartstopper #tickle fic #lee!charlie #lee!nick #ler!charlie #ler!nick #fic #lgbtqia #boyfriends #tickles

[delta-pavonis]

Your answer for pet names in the drummer/dancer dreamling was so sweet I loved it. How about slow dancing in the same universe, or any other wip too

FIVE people, including you Nonny, have asked for this pairing with slow dancing. So, @likephysics, @honeyteacakes, @iprefertheterminsane, and @charlottemairi this is also for you (with bonus hand kisses for @honeyteacakes and singing/humming for @likephysics)

Prompt meme is here.

The fire in the large, low metal bowl (a precaution against any of the flora catching and igniting with how dry it has gotten the further the caravan travels) has faded to all but embers and the rest of the clan has gone to bed when Morpheus drags Hob over to the open space.

Yes, quite literally drags as the drummer has dropped his center of mass and is trying to dig his heels in like a petulant child. Morpheus rolls his eyes and lets go so that Hob falls with a yelp onto his ass, causing a small plume of dust to puff up around him.

Only adding to his childish sulk, Hob crosses his arms and looks up to his lover with a grimace. "I do not dance." He snaps but seems to immediately realize that he sounds quite harsh and looks away.

Undeterred, Morpheus steps forward so that his feet are between Hob's. With a gentle touch he turns his lover's face up to him. "And before you first tapped your fingers on something you did not drum." Hob's eyes narrow at him for he knows that there is no suitable argument to counter that. So, when Morpheus opens his hands to Hob, palms up, the drummer can do naught but take them.

The sword dancer has far more strength in his lithe frame than most anyone gives him credit for and it is a small task to pull Hob up to standing by his own power alone. They end up almost chest-to-chest and Hob leans in to place a peck of a kiss to Morpheus' lips.

"You cannot convince me to stop this with your lips, Hob."

Morpheus regrets it the moment the sentence leaves his mouth because Hob's eyes blaze to life like they have stolen the last sparks from the campfire. His eyebrows move in what someone has no doubt told him is a flirtatious wiggle and he crowds into Morpheus' space. "Wanna bet?"

The dancer should have stretched properly before this endeavor because he is going to pull a damned muscle if he rolls his eyes any harder.

Actually, wait, this could work. Morpheus smirks. "Yes. Yes I do want to bet." He has to bite down on a laugh as Hob looks a little startled - he has yet to realize how a wager can pique Morpheus' interests. "I will make you enjoy a bit of dancing before you can distract me away from it with your lips." Hob goes to speak and is interrupted. "But our pants must stay on and you must keep both your feet on the ground."

Hob's lips form a thin line and Morpheus feels a little swell of pride for himself for catching both of the loopholes that Hob was clearly thinking of. Then Hob actually takes a moment to think, which Morpheus honestly does find a bit impressive, as impulsive as his lover can be. "Alright, pants on, feet down. But no dancing that involves grinding your pretty cock or pert little ass up against me. If I am going to do this, I want real dancing."

Morpheus can tell his own smile has gone from happy to predatory by the glint in Hob's eyes and the slightest waver in his cocksure grin. The bard steps back and bows low, all courtly grace, bringing one of Hob's hands close to his lips. He looks up at Hob through his lashes and drops his voice low. "I would never dream of engaging in such lewd behavior with you, Sirrah." Holding Hob's gaze, Morpheus opens his mouth and lets the tip of his tongue touch Hob's knuckles before pressing a rather obscene kiss there.

"Oh," Hob's voice is a little breathless and he blushes bright enough that Morpheus can see the ruddy color even in the low light. "Just so we're on the same page here, we are playing for a favor yes?"

Morpheus nods. This is the default custom amongst the caravan cultures, for services are worth far more than gold out here. "Do we have a wager?" He asks, lips brushing Hob's skin with each word.

Hob shakes his head vigorously before replying. "Yeah. Yes. I believe we do."

He knows he is showing too many teeth when he smiles. "Excellent." Morpheus stands up straight while still holding Hob's hand. "One question, does the dancing I perform count as real dancing to you?"

The drummer blinks as he realizes that he is caught in a trap: he either belittles the entirety of Morpheus' art or he allows Morpheus to proceed knowing how suggestive some of his dancing can be. "Yes. It is real."

"Good answer." Morpheus purrs as he turns his back to Hob, leaving a good eighteen inches between them. He shrugs out of his tunic and drops it to the side. He can hear Hob start to protest. "Not my pants. And you will need to be able to see my torso and hips in order to mimic what I am doing." Hob's teeth clack when his mouth shuts.

Morpheus reaches back, grabbing one of Hob's hands and placing the palm on the crest of his hip, splaying his fingers wide and pointing towards Morpheus' center, his thumb curved around his back. He repeats with Hob's other hand.

The sword dancer raises his own arms above his head, elongating the whole of his body, and Hob curses behind him. "This is cheating. Somehow, this is cheating."

He ignores his lover's mutterings. "Now, feet close together, you want to move your hips like this. One... Two... Three." He slowly rocks his hips side-to-side with each number and he can hear Hob panting. "Your knees should glide diagonally across, so right knee to the left, left to the right. One... Two... Three. One... Two... Three." Morpheus spins in Hob's grasp, lowers his arms to rest his wrists on Hob's shoulders now that they are facing each other. "One... Two... Three." He repeats, keeping it slow.

Hob is staring at the movement of Morpheus' hips and hot-cold lightning burns through the dancer's veins at how entranced Hob is after just this. It feels far too good to be the subject of this man's regard.

"Do it with me. One... Two... Three." He bites down on a giggle as Hob stutters through it. "Alright, here," Morpheus moves his hands to Hob's hips in a mirror of his own grip. "One... Two... Three." With each number he presses on Hob's hips to move him further left and right than before. "Good. One... Two... Three." Now his uses his hands to smooth the movement. "One... Two... Three. One... Two... Three. You keep going."

Morpheus starts humming a gentle beat and Hob, to his credit, keeps moving his hips to it, even when Morpheus starts weaving forwards and back in addition to side to side. Hob does not, however, look up.

"So," He tangles his fingers in Hob's hair as he hums. "You were going to distract me with your lips?"

Hob growls and pulls Morpheus against him, flush from thighs to chest, hips still moving. "I made a deal with a devil, didn't I?" Morpheus laughs into Hob's neck, holding on as they slowly grind against each other, range of motion limited now that their hips are so perfectly slotted together. "Fine. You win, you damned incubus."

#Pavonis writes #prompt meme #prompt game #Dreamling #drummer/dancer au #The Sandman AU #this is gonna be another ongoing pairing isn't it #I can just feel it