#do you guys prefer a more shy reader or a more forward one??

[lipglossanon]

Out of the Blue

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Office Exec!Leon S. Kennedy x Personal Asst fem!reader

Shoutout to the AO3 user who requested this little ditty 😆 I hope you enjoy it!! 👉👈🥺

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, office sex, dirty talk, dacryphilia, nipple play, mean Leon, unprotected sex

Title from Out of the Blue by Purrple Cat

part ii

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A recent corporate merger meant big changes for you; you’ve been working as the personal assistant of the (then) Vice President of Communications, but with this new management coming in, that guy had been shifted and you were getting a totally new boss.

Nervously, you’ve been straightening up the office in the hopes of making a good impression— and thereby keeping your position. No one on your floor knew who the new guy was, only a name to go off of: Leon S. Kennedy.

Once you feel like there’s nothing more to be done, you step out of the VP’s office and make your way to the mini kitchen used as a break room down the hall. Hoping that a glass of water might cool your nerves, you don’t even notice the man standing on the other side of the room flipping through a folder.

His eyes track your movements, catching your jittery hands and teeth biting your bottom lip.

You nearly drop your glass when he clears his throat. Whirling around, you give him a shy smile.

“H-hi,” you smooth down your skirt, “you’re one of the new hires?”

A handful of people on your office floor were still coming and going, learning the layout and at times just hanging out in the break room until someone came in to help guide them. You helped a girl just yesterday find her desk, so you don’t think anything of this newcomer.

A slow smile spreads across his handsome face, intense blue eyes staring into your own.

“You can say that, sweetheart.”

You feel flustered at the name but step forward, hand outstretched, “Oh uh, welcome aboard. If you need any help, just let me know. Right now I’m stationed outside the vice president’s office.”

His eyebrows raise slightly, ignoring your offered handshake, “You’re the secretary?”

You ignore the flash of irritation from hearing ‘secretary’ and slowly lower your hand, “I prefer personal assistant.”

“Ahh,” he looks at you amusedly, and before your hand can drop any further he reaches out to clasp it.

He drops a kiss on the back of your hand, eyes still watching you, a smirk playing at his lips.

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet my personal assistant.”

You feel hot and embarrassed, but keep the polite smile on your face, “I’m sure the pleasure is mine, Mr. Kennedy.”

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After that mortifying encounter, your days pass pretty smoothly with your new boss. You feel lucky that he decided to keep you on as his assistant even with that awkward first impression.

After a few weeks, you start to catch him staring at you out of the corner of your eye—but when you turn, his attention is elsewhere. He also seems to touch you at every given opportunity. He touches your arm when he’s walking with you or presses a palm into your lower back when he’s moving around you to his seat in the conference room. He gets as close as possible when you’re typing up his reports or dropping something off at his desk for his signature. It always leaves you with butterflies.

Another work week rolls by and before you can blink, it’s been months since you’ve started to work for Leon. A few of your work colleagues like to corner you in the break room to try and get any gossip— who’s he seeing? Did he really come in twenty minutes late last Monday? What do you mean you didn’t hear that Chris saw him at the strip club?

It’s gotten to the point that you start taking your breaks at your desk. Leon notices it almost immediately and makes sure to stop by your desk from time to time. Today is no different.

“Tired of the office gossip?” He props his hip against your desk, arms crossed over his chest as he looks down at you.

You notice that he folded the sleeves of his shirt so you can see the muscles in his forearms flex. Dragging your gaze upwards with a small shake of your head, you smile at him.

“You can say that,” you pinch the bridge of you nose, “it’s all just..”

“Bullshit.”

Your eyes widen as you stifle a laugh, “I was going to say tiresome, sir.”

He smirks, “Sure thing, honey. Listen, I’m going to need you to stay late tonight. I know it’s Friday, but those weekly statistics have to be in before midnight.”

Your brows furrow, “I thought we were good; didn’t I just compile that data yesterday?”

He clicks his tongue, “‘fraid not, sweetheart. That was projections for the latest quarter.”

“Oh,” you chew your lip, “yeah, that’s no problem, Mr. Kennedy. Want me to drop them off on your desk when I’m finished?”

“Yes, thank you,” he brushes a few strands of hair from your face, making your breath hitch.

Before you can say anything, Leon straightens up from your desk and heads back into his office, door shutting behind him.

You press your palms to your eyes, willing the flutter of nervousness to ease. Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out, you slump in your chair. You sigh and turn back to your monitor. Glancing at the time in the lower right hand, it reads fifteen after four; with everyone going home at five, you have a good feeling you’re going to end up staying even later than you thought.

You rotate your wrists and then go into your emails. Better to get started on it now than later.

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Your eyes feel dry and gritty, but you ignore it in favor of finishing out the last of this report.

“Finally,” you whisper gleefully, hitting the print button on the document.

Standing up, you stretch out your arms with a small yawn. Looking at the time you see it’s nearly half past ten. Still plenty of time for you to grab some takeout and crash in your comfy bed. You sigh happily at that thought and gather up the printed pages, heading over to Leon’s office.

Tapping on the door, you open it a crack, “Sir?”

“Come in, sweetheart. I won’t bite.”

You push open the door just enough to step inside. It clicks shut behind you as you walk further into the room. Leon is backlit by the city lights from his windows. You place the bundle of papers down on his desk.

“Take a look at this,” he gestures to his own dimly lit monitor.

Walking around the wide oak desk, you make your way to stand beside his chair.

After gazing at the screen for a second, you turn to him with a frown, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m looking at, sir.”

He smirks at you lazily, “Sure you do.”

“Wh—“

He grabs your hips and pulls you down into his lap, your thighs now straddling one leg. Your hands come up to brace against his shoulders while his slacks rub against your bare thighs where your skirt’s rucked up.

“Leon,” you gasp, eyes wide and nervous.

“Name sounds so good in your mouth, sweetheart,” his low voice breathes into your ear.

He drops a soft kiss on your neck, leaving a heated trail up to your jaw. Pulling back, you can see how dark his eyes have gotten.

“Been waiting forever to get you alone.”

“We can’t. I’m your—“

“Personal assistant,” he chuckles meanly, “I know, baby. And I’m going to use you for very personal reasons.”

He grips your hair in a fist and guides your mouth down in his. Your parted lips lets him slip his tongue into your mouth. Groaning, he grabs your ass with his free hand and urges you to roll your hips forward.

You whine, feeling so hot and dizzy, clit thrumming with arousal. You follow the guidance of his hand and start to grind your hips down into his leg. You eagerly suck on his tongue when he thrusts it back into your mouth. You feel him groan low in his chest and it makes you arch into him more.

He tugs your head back to take in your blitzed out expression.

“Baby, we haven’t even started yet,” he coos, “got you cockdrunk already huh.”

“Leon,” you whimper, hips rocking on his lap.

“Gonna get my pants soaking wet baby,” his eyes drop down to the apex of your thighs, “fuck, that’s it, good fucking girl.”

Your nails dig into his shoulders, wrinkling the fabric of his designer shirt.

“Knew you’d be so fucking sweet, always letting me touch you, get so fucking shy,” he growls, pulling your hair harder to tilt your neck back, “gonna ruin this little cunt, baby.”

You whine, humping down into his leg harder, slick pooling in your panties and dripping all over his slacks.

“Fuck, good girl, always so good for me,” he lets go of your hair to grip your neck, “always so eager to please.”

He presses his thumb into your panting mouth; he presses down onto your tongue before pulling his thumb free and smearing spit all over your lips.

You can’t stop whining, tears beading at your lash line.

“Leon, please.”

He lets go of his grip on you, and reaches out to tug open your button up blouse.

“Look at those fucking tits, baby,” he purrs, pulling the cups of your bra down until your breasts are completely bare—aching nipples on display.

He greedily mouths at each breast and sucks on your nipples, teeth catching on the sensitive buds until you’re clawing at his shoulders.

“Good girl,” he praises, feeling you shudder at the endearment, “you’ll be good for me, won’t you?”

“So good for you, Leon,” you promise.

As you speak, he undoes your bra and tosses it somewhere in the office. Then, he drags his fingers across the swell of your breasts. He circles your sensitive nipples, thumbs brushing the slowly hardening buds.

Your breath hitches, arousal pulsing in your cunt, “Leon...”

“Bet I can make you come from this,” he husks, “make a complete mess of you from just teasing your tits.”

Your spine arches, pressing up into his hands, “Ahh, they’re too sensitive.”

Leon completely ignores you and tugs your nipples gently, softly tweaking them before soothing them with slow drags of his index fingers.

Panting, your hands twist in the fabric of his shirt. Your clit throbs with every brush against your nipples, but you can’t stop yourself from pressing up into every touch.

Everything that Leon’s doing is making more slick pool in your panties. You’re so wet, it’s seeping into where Leon’s slacks are pressed against your pussy. You can feel the hard press of his cock against you and it sends a thrill up your spine knowing you’re the cause.

“So eager for me, honey,” he teases, voice pitched low, “I want you to take your clothes off.”

“Yes, sir,” you nervously agree, shimmying out of your blouse and skirt quickly.

“Leave the panties on for now,” his dark eyes locked onto your white panties, nearly transparent from how wet they’ve become.

Settling down on Leon, you straddle his thighs, your legs dangling off the sides of the chair. You bring your arms up to tangle your fingers in his hair. You give a small tug and roll your hips down against the outline of Leon’s hard cock. In retaliation, Leon gives your nipples a sharp tug then tweaks them as you writhe in his grasp.

“Look how wet you are, honey,” he groans, gaze drawn to the slick dripping from your panties, “so fucking sexy.”

Your eyes droop in pleasure at those words a low sigh leaving your lips.

“You’ve been driving me crazy,” Leon growls out, letting his gaze roam across your swollen nipples up to your dazed expression, “always so sweet, making me want to do the worst things to you.”

“Yeah?” You whimper.

“Want you under my desk at the next conference call, sucking my cock while I’m trying to work,” he drags one of his hands from your chest up to your lips; he slips first two fingers into your mouth.

“Actually just want you in here on your knees at my beck and call. Just keep the door locked and nobody’ll know my little secretary is sucking off her boss during work hours,” he presses his fingers deeper into your mouth.

You whine and suckle on them softly. He pulls them out with a soft pop.

“Touch me, please, sir,” you whisper as he drags those fingers down to your puffy nipples.

Leon sucks a hard nipple into his mouth as his right hand teases across the other with quick flicks of his damp fingers. He swaps sides, his gaze watching you bite your lip and toss your head back at the pleasure. Pulling away a little, Leon grabs each breast and presses them inward. He runs his tongue from one nipple to the other more easily, suckling them until you squirm in his lap.

“You’re gonna be working a lot of overtime, sweetheart,” he murmurs into your skin, “my own personal hole to use when I want.”

You keen high in your throat, “Sir!”

Leon groans low in his chest and rolls his hips upward to grind his cock against your hot wet cunt, nearly jostling you from his lap. In the motion, Leon’s sharp teeth tugs on a nipple earning a breathy sigh from your lips. He swaps to the other nipple, using his teeth so you’ll reward him with more of those sounds. After repeatedly teasing each nipple with his teeth, you tug at his hair in a silent plea to slow down. He eases off from biting to soft, gentle sucks.

“Love your tits, baby,” he mouths at your nipples, “been wanting to taste these nipples since I started working here.”

You cry out at the hot, wet suction of Leon’s mouth on your sore nipples. Your back curves forward to press your chest closer to his hungry teeth and tongue. You tangle your fingers further in his hair to have something to hold onto. Grinding your hips down, you feel more than hear him moan. You repeat the motion only this time your clit grinds against Leon’s slacks, earning a low cry of want.

“Leon,” you whimper.

He only hums in reply as he keeps up the hot suction on each hardened nub. You try rolling your hips again only to be stopped by a strong grip on your waist.

“You only get to cum from this,” Leon rumbles, voice deep as his tongue lashes against your abused nipple, “be a good girl for me or you won’t get anything.”

You mewl, clit pulsing in arousal, “I’ll be good, sir, I promise.”

He moves your hands to drape across his broad shoulders, “Don’t let your hands drop below my shoulders. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

A sharp tug of teeth on your nipple has you arching in pleasurable pain. Your hands slide up into his hair again to hold him in place, worshiping your chest.

“So perfect,” Leon murmurs, lazily mouthing his way up to your neck.

“So sweet for me,” he speaks against your skin, gently kissing across your collar bones before pulling away.

You feel dizzy and aroused, tugging Leon’s hair to pull him into a soft kiss. He groans low in his chest, pressing you harder against him as he licks into your mouth. He teasingly nips at your bottom lip, sucking on it gently before slipping his tongue further in. You moan in response, loving the feel of his slick tongue teasing your own. His hands came up and grip your hair, tilting your head at an angle where he can kiss you even deeper than before.

Before long the kiss became sloppy and wet, but neither of you really care. You can’t stop whining in pleasure as Leon fucks into your mouth, tongue hot as it teases your own. Chest rumbling in pleasure, Leon draws your tongue into his mouth to suck on it greedily. You slip your tongue away to pull his plump bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling gently before softly sucking. You drag your teeth aggressively against Leon’s lip, tongue following in silent apology for the rough treatment.

Leon growls and pulls back far enough for you to let his lip go with a small pout. His cock twitches at how debauched you look. Pupils blown wide with lust, lips kiss swollen. He moves his hands from your hair to grip your hips. You know his hold’s tight enough to bruise but you only moan in appreciation. You dip your head down to recapture his lips, but he pulls back so your mouths only brush across each other.

You whimper at Leon withholding his lips from you.

“I want to hear how you sound once you cum,” he murmurs, lips brushing against yours tantalizingly.

Fingers begin to roughly pinch and rub your swollen, sore nipples. His dark blue eyes never leave yours as you edge closer and closer to orgasm, your cunt copiously dribbling slick.

“I’m so close, Leon,” you whimper, trying your best not to grind down.

Leon smirks, “Guess I should slow down, huh?”

His fingers lightly tease over the hard peaks. His gaze drops from yours to take in the swollen nipples his fingers are touching. He groans aloud as he can’t deny himself another taste. You grip his head as Leon eagerly laps at your nipples, running his tongue across each one before gently biting.

“Please,” you beg, “Leon!”

Leon bites down harder on your left nipple as he gives the right a sharp twist. Your eyes roll back in your head as Leon gets even more aggressive. Harsh bites followed by a hot soothing tongue has your cunt dripping and needy.

“Like it rough, baby?”

You only moan wantonly in reply as Leon never lets up the assault on your abused chest. You continue to gasp and moan in the empty office.

Leon’s being so rough on you and you love it. Want him to pin you down right here and now. Make you cum all over yourself. Make you take his thick cock over and over.

Leon pulls away with a growl, pupils blown, “Honey, you can’t say things like that.”

You suddenly realize you had spoken out loud— babbling, just spouting out whatever crossed your mind. You’re so far gone now, high on arousal.

“I-I can’t help it,” you pant, “it’s so good, sir.”

“I know, my slutty little secretary just can’t help herself,” he pulls away from your chest, “she’s just gagging for her boss’ dick, right?”

You whimper, back arching, “N-no, I’m—“

“Shhh,” he thumbs open the button on his slacks, “was gonna wait but you need it more than I thought.”

He presses the fabric down until he frees his cock. He tugs your panties to the side and presses the fat head of his dick inside your wet hole.

“Was gonna make you cum from your tits but I think this might be a bit better, huh,” he grins, eyes dark and mean.

He doesn’t give you anytime to adjust and fucks up into you, grabbing your hips to pull you down at the same time. You scream from the too much feeling in your spasming cunt.

“Oh,” he groans, “tight as a fucking virgin.”

He smacks your ass with a condescending laugh, “Did I pop your cherry, sweetheart?”

Crying now, you shake your head no.

“Aww,” he mockingly pouts at you, “that’s too bad then.”

Without waiting for your pussy to adjust, he pulls out halfway to bully his fat cock back into your aching hole.

“Sir, please, I can’t,” your breath hitches on a cry, “s’too big. It hurts.”

“Fuck,” he pulls you down until his cock is buried deep in your pussy, “my big cock too much for this needy hole?”

You hiccup a sob, “Please, sir.”

“Mmm you’ll get used to it,” he pulls out til just the tip is teasing your hole then shoves his cock back deep inside your pussy.

You’re crying and clinging onto his shoulders, but a low heat is slowly building in your abdomen.

“There we go,” he coos, “just needed to fuck you a little first, honey.”

He stopped thrusting and you realize you’re the one grinding down onto his dick—a panting mouth, hazy eyed mess.

You whine but can’t stop your hips from rolling down onto the thick cock stretching you out so painfully.

“Good girl,” he smacks your ass again and you moan.

“You can ride this dick whenever you want, honey, just gotta ask,” he smirks, guiding your hips to fuck down harder.

“Yes, sir,” you slur, brain fuzzy from how deep he’s inside your cunt.

“Little slut,” he laughs, thumb brushing against your clit in slow circles, “cream my cock, honey. Want you squeezing on me when I breed that little pussy.”

You moan loudly, hips humping down on his cock, “Leon!”

“That’s right,” he groans low in his chest, “gonna creampie your sweet little cunt.”

His voice and hard cock, paired with the thumb on your clit, is edging you closer and closer to climax.

“Sir, ‘m close,” you pant, tears dripping from your eyes, “gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“That’s it, honey,” he tilts his head down and pulls his thumb away from your clit.

He spits on your pussy, globs of drool dripping down the hood of your clit. He brings his thumb back to rub the slippery mess over and over and over into your sensitive bud.

Your back arches, eyes rolling back, as you clamp down on his pistoning dick. Slick coats his cock as you cum, pussy walls squeezing him like a vice.

“Fuck yeah,” he chuckles, thumb still pressing into your clit, “cream my cock so I can fill up that cunt.”

Your thighs jump and twitch from overstimulation as he keeps teasing your clit and grinding his cock deep in your pussy.

“Take it, honey, fucking take it,” he grits out, snapping his hips up into your squelching hole and pumping you full of hot cum.

You moan brokenly, pussy fluttering around his throbbing cock, liking how it feels to get creampied by your boss.

He leans back into his chair with a sigh, “Damn, gotta say that’s been worth the months of us dancing around each other.”

Your head feels totally empty so you only hum in response.

“Did I fuck you dumb, sweetheart?” He smirks, tweaking your nipples making you squeal, “s’okay, we got all weekend to do this. Just need you back in business by Monday.”

#leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon s kennedy x you #office exec!leon s kennedy #office exec leon #office exec!leon s kennedy x fem!reader #leon s kennedy x fem!reader #fem!reader #resident evil smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy smut #secretary!reader #personal assistant!reader

[ifangirlalot]

AHH I luv Rich w a shy reader 🤭 Could u maybe do him taking shy!readers virginity ahahhsjdhebskfj

˗ˏˋ 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐘!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 ˎˊ˗ | starring richie tozier ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

~smut!~ [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:] mentions of prep fingering, oral (fem receiving) p in v, praising, just soft smut in general, sorry guys no filthy kinky stuff here this time <3

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⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ I think Richie actually would have took time to think out how he'd have sex with you for the first time, which is a first because Richie barely ever puts thought into anything. But really, that's only because joking about having sex is one thing, but actually doing it is like a different thing entirely.

⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ Truth be told, Richie was nervous as fuck.

⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ You're a virgin, he's a virgin, neither of you have ever done anything remotely sexual, so how the hell is he supposed to do this? He'd been talking a big game about how big his cock was for weeks now, what if his dick isn't actually as big as he thought it was?

⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ Ultimately, he decided the best course of action was to do something romantic to make you feel comfortable. He invited you over when his parents weren't home, and right away you notice that he actually cleaned his room and had done a half decent job at combing his hair (which like, that's fucking pointless cuz like it's gonna end up messy anyways-) ⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ Richie started off slow, putting his hands on your shoulders while he gave you an oddly sensual kiss. Usually he just kissed you kind of roughly, which usually lead to a French kiss. But not this time. ⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ When he finally got down to knitty gritty, he was very careful, because he knew how shy and easily anxious you were. He was sure to ask you if certain things were okay before he actually did them, and asked for your preferences beforehand.

"Hey doll, can you touch here?" "Is it okay if I put my hand there?" "Do you want the lights off? It's totally fine if you do, but just so you know you're perfect and I'd love to see if you if you'll let me."

⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ If you wanted the lights off, he'd respect your wishes immediately and flick them off. His breath would hitch as you slowly allowed him to take your clothes off, one piece at a time. His mouth would greedily yet slowly trail kisses along your stomach and breasts while his hands stroked and rubbed at your thighs. ⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ He'd make sure to meet your eyes for consent as his hands ran up your thighs and thumbed at the button of your shorts. As soon as you nodded, Richie would eagerly unbutton and unzip them, tugging them down your legs in a slow, yet clearly excited gesture.

⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ He would place a kiss over your panties before pulling them down as well and gently lapping his tongue over your clit, eliciting a moan from you. He wasn't entirely sure what he was doing? But based on the noises you were making, he assumed that was a good thing and continued with it for a few more minutes before slowly pulling his mouth away, his lips swollen and wet from your juices, before slowly inserting a digit or two between your folds to prepare you.

⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ Richie would carefully watch your face, see the redness on your cheeks as you anxiously glanced at his bedroom door as though you were afraid someone would hear the lewd sounds and suspect what you and Richie were up to.

⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ He was quick to assure you.

"Hey, babydoll, just focus on me, okay? My parents are out, no one will hear you I promise. Just me, baby. Don't worry your pretty little head about it. All good, I swear."

⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ When he was finished prepping you with his fingers, he slowly undressed himself and removed his glasses with shaky hands. He took his time rolling a condom onto his length. He told himself it was so you had time to prepare, but really it was because he was nervous as all hell.

⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ Soft, gentle strokes the whole time. His eyes are crinkled in pleasure while he breathes heavily and moans shakily. He's barely able to think straight, but he manages to ask how you're doing.

"Are you.. fuck, oh God oh fuck yeah.. you okay, baby?"

⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ When you're both finished, expect Richie to be all over you, in the cuddly, I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, kinda way. After your first time, he'd be more protective over you, mostly because he feels more connected to you than he's ever felt.

[A Note From Zee] So, I'mma take a bit of a break on taking requests (since my inbox has like five more I have to answer, which I will get to I promise), but I have some ideas I wanna do first, thank you. My next post is probably going to be a Yandere Alphabet post since I saw someone else do it and decided I wanted to do it so. Look forward to that.

#💭 ۫⠀HEADCANON.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚ #⊹ . SMUT ۫ . #⊹ . FLUFF ۫ . #finn wolfhard #richie tozier #it chapter one #it chapter two #finn wolfhard x reader #richie tozier x reader #finn wolfhard smut #richie tozier smut #finn wolfhard fluff #richie tozier fluff #boris pavlikovsky #miles fairchild #trevor spengler #ziggy katz #mike wheeler

[angelltheninth]

Going to the Dance with Xavier Thorpe

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, developing relationship, first kiss, confession, dancing, sneaking out

A/N: Xavier is the most handsome guy in the show, I already said this but when he wears his hair in that little bun he looks really cool and cute.

He is very cheesy when it comes to asking you to the dance

He doesn't want to make a big scene, he already has some eyes on him because of his break up

Therefore he makes one of his bird drawings come to life later in the day and deliver the invitation to you in your room

The other day he's waiting for you next to his art shed to hear your answer, away from prying eyes

Wants to show you off a little during the dance

Because of that the two of you are the first to go to the dancefloor

Prefers slower dances

When it starts to get a little too crowded he asks you to get some fresh air

He's acting a little weird, well more than usual, really shy and avoiding looking at you while scribbling on a napkin that he picked up

The finished drawing is a sketch of the two of you eating dinner and holding hands

He smiles at you, bright and still a tiny bit bashful, and asks of you'd like to go out with him over the weekend

He probably should have asked you before asking you to the dance, he's doing this a little backwards but he'll make it up to you if you go out with him

Your answer comes in a hushed yes against his lips as you plant a kiss to the corner of his mouth

You're doing this a little backwards too and you too will make it up to him on the date

He leaves with a little lovesick smile on his face, looking forward to the date

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier x reader #xavier fluff #xavier thrope fluff #xavier thrope imagine #xavier thrope headcanons #wednesday #x reader #x female reader #wednesday netflix #wednesday series #wednesday 2022

[yukinarinn]

nsfw alphabet with ethan?? fem reader preferred <3

A/N: NAH CUZ I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT WHAT IF SOMEONE WOULD REQUEST THIS RIGHT AFTER I POSTED THE GALE ONE. Thank you so much!! also I’ll be definitely looking forward to your oneshots.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Very caring. He isn’t going to sleep with you until you take a shower together and clean each other up, while giving you sloppy kisses. But this might lead to another round…

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Chad literally had to “boost” Ethan’s confidence somehow by complimenting him, so he doesn’t really have a favorite body part.

But he definitely has one when it comes to you. I’d like to think he’s more into thighs and ass.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Ethan loves cumming inside of you (when you’re on birth control) but is also fine with cumming in your mouth. Seeing you swallow it will most likely get him hard all over again.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has a plenty of dirty pics/videos with you when you were touching yourself, and all of them are saved in one of the folders from his laptop.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He never had a girlfriend before, so everything he knows now is just what he experienced with you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Probably missionary. He loves you clinging onto him while he enters you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s quiet and like pretty quiet since he’s shy and doesn’t want to embarass himself in any way. But as long as you’re the one who makes jokes, he will keep going!

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Ethan does have some but not too much.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s very gentle at first, sweet kisses and love bites all over your body while he’s inside of you, or, eventually, his fingers doing the job. He can get a bit aggressive but he also calls you a good girl and tells you how good you feel/take him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He jerks off when he opens his laptop and accidentally clicks on that folder (or on purpose) He just likes seeing you all vulnerable in his bed.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He’s got so many kinks (that I’m probably not even aware of myself) since he used to be a virgin and have never been touched by a woman so he just googled them and saw what it fits for him the most. One of the kinks might be the daddy kink one, he gets hard when you call him daddy out of nowhere or in bed.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In the living room since it’s more spacious for you to fuck. Or in the bathroom, he will force you to look at yourself in the mirror while doing it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He gets turned on easily, especially when you walk past him wearing those cute lengerie just for him to see.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He might be a sadist, but he wouldn’t actually be too rough with you since he doesn’t want to hurt you in any way, unless you want to.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Receiving. It’s just that he still doesn’t know much about females organs so he’s scared he will mess things up if he ever tries to eat you out. He watched several porn that contained it, but he knows porn is different from the real life.

However, you get turned on by giving him oral since he pulls your hair and degrades you and whimpers (🧎🏻‍♀️) when he’s close. It’s a win-win situation.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

As I said, he won’t get rough unless you want him to but usually he’s gentle and pretty slow, he likes taking his time and seeing you turned on and wet just for him. It gives him so much confidence to see that he’s really worth your time (poor guy haven’t dated anyone before you)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Pretty often if you ask me. You both go to university and you don’t have much time to do anything. However, you wish you had more free time and not use the weekends mostly for sex.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

YEAH, especially when Chad isn’t out with Tara. Chad might be in the kitchen cooking something and Ethan sometimes asks you to let him fuck you while he’s at home but with one condition, holding back your moans. Which you can’t.. but that’s the interesting part!

Talking about other risks, he breeds you and he knows you might get pregnant even with birth control on since the condoms are “out of stock” for y’all 😭 you don’t really use protection. He gets off at the thought of you having his kids. And you probs do too. Fucking weirdos. (hj)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Many rounds. He can’t get enough of you. If a round you and he think is too short, you’ll go for another one..and another..and the cycle never ends. Till you fall asleep.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He does own a mini vibrator with a remote control. You can’t even imagine how hard he gets when he sees your tired face while he’s overstimulating you with it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I wouldn’t call it teasing, neither would he. He just likes taking his time!!

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He does whimper when he’s close and curses, stuff like that. At first he tried to hold in but you told him you get turned on whenever you hear those erotic noises he makes.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Phone sex. That’s it.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I gotta ask, how could you even take it? he’s like 6’5 and has a 7 inch dick, not to mention he also goes to gym and you fold everytime you see him doing push-ups, let alone doing you in bed. (smash)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high. I don’t know what you’ve expected.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Right after you. But he’s a worried cutie patootie so he might ask you several times if you’re okay!

#scream smut #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut #fem reader #smut #scream 6 #scream vi

[moumouton4]

Itachi x insecure reader (it's her first time) NSFW? Sorry for my bad English

Comfortable || Itachi Uchiha x fem!reader

A/n : Hello my dear ! Just a little disclaimer before : first of all this is going to be very subjectif I’m writing what for me should be ideal in this situation, some may agree ( which I think may be a majority of people ) some won’t and that’s perfectly fine, we’re all different.

Warnings : first time, insecure reader, very reassuring and soft Itachi ( but seriously I bet he is canonly like this ), 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

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Word count : 1035

When he started dating you, Itachi never ever thought about sex at any point. He is that ( rare or not idk ) brand of guys who just didn’t care about it at all

He never pressured you into doing anything, even kisses, hugs, cuddles. Nothing, he preferred first to be sure that his ways of showing love and appreciation towards you were consented and liked

But at some point the body and the hormones talk ( I know a lot of people aren’t like that so I’m only generalizing for the fic sake ) and sex, which was Itachi’s last problem came forward as you both went forward in your relationship

He’s not going to set a date for it lol, that would be way to stressful

He’ll let you explain to him what you desire and what your limits are. And of course he too will speaking to you about his desires

The first time your make out session actually goes into a more grinding, humping field you both know this may be it

Itachi may know being naked in front of someone for the first time isn’t the most comfy thing to do ( maybe he knows this from experience or not you choose )

So the only light source of the room is the little daylight coming from under the roller blind or the faint glow of a bedside lamp

But even if he doesn’t see you clearly ( I bet the Sharingan could but he’ll never use it on you without asking first ) he is 100% going to praise how beautiful and amazing you look

If your hands move up to cover yourself - and he knows it’s fine - he is going to take them in his, before pushing you flush against him, like so he can’t see you as much “Don’t hide from me Y/n you look perfect. So soft and huggable” he presses a kiss at the side of your head

With your consent his hands are going to gently explore the contour and softness of your body. Lingering on your waist and breasts area, then on your back as he pulls you flush against him to take your quivering – from stress – body against his strong warm muscular chest – and yes he is hard and stressful too

As soon as he gets used to touching you, his mouth will make its way to your soft skin. Going from your neck, to jaw, to clavicle and down and down

“I promise I won’t be staring at it my Love”

And if you let him, he is going to give you the best oral of your whole life ( in this case it would be the first as well )

He is just so gentle in his movements, as he gently sucks on your clit and licks your juices of your lower lips – you might as well fall asleep if it wasn’t this good “Mhhh so good” he praises

If he sees you’re close to cumming he’ll ask you if you prefer coming on his tongue or after on his cock “Do you want me to push you over the edge or…” though he can’t ring himself to say a word referring to it ahah, he is shy 👉👈

Either he isn't going to rush you into climaxing, as he wants you to get used to the feeling first, not too gets overwhelmed

With his oral he may have prepped you enough. If not, he is going to stretch you with his fingers. Slowly and cautiously adding one after the other, and making scissoring motions inside you with them

Once you’re both sure you’re ready for it, he is going to ask you again several times if you really want to take this step with him, reminding you that at any point you can tell him to stop and that he would never mind you stopping things at any point

But since you’re consenting, he is going to slowly penetrate you. He even has lubricant on the side if you need a little more help

His body will hover over yours, his arms maintaining his sold stature above you not to crush you ( even if he wouldn’t, he ain’t Toji lol )

He is either busy kissing your lips or breathing heavily, his forehead against yours as he encounters how tight your virgin walls are “Don’t worry I’ll go very slow”

He is never going to push if he feels a real resistance and you ask him to wait for you to adjust. And of course once he is fully sheathed in ( which may not always happen for a first time ) he is going to let you as much time to adjust as you need ( but again this is such basic human being stuff I mean everyone should do that )

The pace he is going to set if of course the one he knows you’ll be fine with. I mean you’re the one taking the dick so if someone should be bothered by the pace it’s you

He is just holding you so close the whole time, and it feels very profound for you, as you two merged in the same being, as if you both shared a soul at this very moment. The little strands of words of appreciation that flow out of his mind helps you a lot in feeling even more comfortable with everything currently happening.

He is also going to ask if you’re close when he feels himself nearing the edge. He just doesn’t want to stop and leave you frustrated if you were on the edge too

Besides this as it’s your first time he is surely wearing on a condom, but still he is going to ask if you prefer him to pull out anyways when he cums

After this he is going to stay by your side as much as he can. He doesn’t want you to think that he is going to neglect you now that he has had it. Beside you might be feeling very sensitive and vulnerable after this, so he is going to be there for you

He is helping you clean up, if you’re okay with it, and he is also ready to lend you some clothes to wear “You were amazing Y/n. You felt so good. I hope I was up to the job too”

Of course the following night he is cuddling you the whole night long, proposed drinks and snacks. This just brought you even closer than you two already were and you just can’t wait to see what the future has to offer

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[odxrilove]

☆ WONWOO BOYFRIEND HABITS

pairing: wonwoo x reader

genre: headcannons, fluff, established relationship

a/n: 6th part of the seventeen boyfriend habits series (requested) !! sent an ask to suggest the next member! ask to be on the taglist or fill out the form!

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☆ always offers you his shoulder to lean on whenever you yawn

you first met wonwoo in one of your classes, he was seated in the row just behind you. when one day, you were begging one of your friends to send you the notes because you had fallen asleep during your two hour long lecture, wonwoo slowly came forward and lent you his perfect notes, pushing his glasses up his note cutely. you thanked him and bowed so much it almost embarrassed him. after that day, wonwoo realized that you often fell asleep in class and his friend, your seatmate, told him that you normally didn’t get much sleep because of homework and your part-time job. he also realized you both took the same bus so after a lot of hyping up from his friends, he asked if you wanted to sit next to him. whenever you took the bus (with wonwoo by your side), your eyes would close minutes after being seated and your head would fall on his shoulder, leaving the poor boy frozen in place so as to not wake you up. you falling asleep on his shoulder soon became a habit and even years later, wonwoo would always offer you his shoulder whenever he saw you yawn.

☆ softly bites you when he gets the urge

all the people close close to wonwoo have been at least one time the victim of his biting habit. of course, it’s not that bad of a habit but it sure is unexpected. wonwoo, the guy who’s too shy to speak to people and who prefers staying home reading and playing video games over going out, biting people?! where did that nonsense even come from, that’s what you thought to yourself when one of your mutual friends warned you. the latter had noticed the two of you getting closer and thought he should tell you before it was too late (read: before you were going to get bitten). you just brushed it off and decided it was only a joke until you witnessed it yourself. and when a few days after that, you were laughing along with wonwoo and he leaned forward, teeth inches away from your arm, you could only nod confusedly as he seemed to ask for consent by making eye contact. it was a small bite and it didn’t hurt so when he retreated and blushed with an embarrassed smile, you just patted his head, confirming you weren’t mad.

☆ plays absentmindedly with your jewelry

wonwoo has always liked jewelry, he thinks it completes an outfit and he often finds himself stopping in front of jewelry stores. so when you two started dating, it was a given wonwoo would be obsessed with the way the jewelry would look on your skin, the pretty piece of accessory making you shine even more. his first gift to you was a piece of jewelry too and he sighed in relief when you jumped to give him a hug. it was with a big smile that wonwoo helped you put the accessory on. for wonwoo, you wearing the jewelry he’s gifted you is one of the greatest things in the world and he often stares at where the jewelry is, sometimes adjusting it when it’s not in place and sometimes just holding the little piece in his hand, always giving you a kiss close to where it is. and sometimes when he’s been staring at the accessory too long, his hand absentmindedly slips between the jewelry and your skin, playing with it between his fingers, a lovesick grin on his face at the feeling of your skin.

☆ warms up the towels before you shower after a long day

you and wonwoo started talking in the middle of the summer and officially started dating when winter was at its peak. wonwoo would often joke about how the winter helped you two get together and you laughed along every time, but sometimes you do in fact thank the coldest season for having played a big part in your relationship. it all started when the two of you got snowed in at his apartment after having been soaked by the snow a few hours prior. so when you finally arrived at his home, legs jelly from having sprinted, taking a shower was the first thing on your mind. and wonwoo let you go first, picking out some clothes of his you could wear, preparing some hot beverage for you and heating up your towel so that when you’re done, you wouldn’t have to worry about anything at all. it’s something that made you fall even more in love with wonwoo and you thanked him with a kiss, officializing the relationship. From that moment on, whenever you came back to your shared apartment after a long day, wonwoo would prepare everything after you slipped in the shower or bath, throwing your towel in the damper for a few minutes before helping you dry off when you were done.

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[ronearoundblindly]

For the dirty A-Z headcanon game can I get an A for Steve Rogers?

From this ask game, and I love you to the end of the line, anon, because this is pretty much THE one I wanted to answer...

A - Alone Time

How does he get off when all by himself?

Does he watch porn?

Is it all in his imagination?

Does he jerk off?

Does he use toys?

In case it wasn't obvious... MINORS DNI (vaguely coded to be gender neutral for the possibility of steve x reader or stucky or whatever your flavor)

Here we go, babes. I know I've written several different versions of Steve in various universes, but this is gonna be more generalized and not involve the very specific background experiences I've written into other things. This is just my good ol' fashioned headcanon of Steve masturbating!

This man takes his time--or at least would prefer to--even when it's just him. He will gently touch/play with himself for a while before grabbing his dick. Grazing his nails over his thighs. Pinching his nipples. I think this dude really has a thing with his throat? Like he thinks about teeth along his neck or being pulled forward by it and, yes, a squeeze or two. Don't flame me, I'm just saying!

He craves foreplay, is what I mean, and I don't think Steve feels fully aroused unless more than just his genitals are involved in the act, ya know?

He watches porn, but only for examples. There's a whole lot in modern pornography that is a huge turn-off for him. Steve uses certain imagery or sounds/sayings that he found in porn and kinda edits them together for his pleasure later--like mentally edits, lord knows, because that man would not get the hang of Final Cut Pro OR iMovie, feel me?--plus that way he can imagine a certain someone's voice actually saying those things to him or doing them to him.

Which brings us to Steve's imagination which is unbelievably vivid and runs rampant. Think about it: he's a strategist. He has to see tons of possible scenarios play out all at once, analyze where that leads and where that leaves him, and then plan to thwart or redirect all that happens into an ideal outcome. Don't tell me that artist does not have an incredible mind's eye.

Then we get to Steve finally touching himself expressly to come.

He's toyed with himself for a while, maybe gotten close but held back, probably enjoyed finding friction not with his fist. For some reason, I thoroughly believe he has a thing for fabrics? This guy enjoys the glide of silk and satin. I bet his sheets are nice and slick so he can thrust against them a little and think of a pretty skirt or a dressy, formal glove.

Actual toys? Like the kind advertised as sex toys? Like the kind he'd have to purchase with money in some capacity? No. I think shy Steve hasn't figured out a way to discreetly (and by that I mean, untraceably) do that. He refuses to use anything online attached to his name--credit card or secondary/digital wallet whatever--to buy something or to tell someone what he would want them to buy for him because then that person would know! He'd keel over from embarrassment right then and there!! ARE YOU INSANE?!?!

No. What Steve will do is get seemingly useful things for innocuous reasons and play dumb blond if anyone ever insinuates it could be a sex toy. That man can and will absolutely lie like a champ to keep those secrets. That man is a super soldier but his muscles still get sore; that's what the massager is for, not his taint, nuh-uh no how. How dare you ask him!

Which brings us to the climax: his climax.

Steve prefers to finish in the shower. He's spent all that time enjoying the feel of his hands or various textures, the dry (but not painful) drag of everything before the slick lubrication of lotion or conditioner creates a welcome high under the spray of water, and then, yes, he can clean himself right off afterward. Highly efficient. Also very effective at training his brain to get off quickly in a shower if necessary.

Strategy, you guys, it's all about strategy.

Thank you for asking!

A/N: Are my answers to these like an audition for the Shameless Hoe Club? Maybe. Or maybe Ro has just lost the ability to filter herself...or care 🤭

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[kazmura-archived]

HELLAVATOR ✶ park sunghoon x fem reader 0.9k warnings, kissing rejection fluff angst if you squint ﹕ series masterlist

decelis installed a new elevator! no more running up fifteen floors to get to your class, though whoever installed this elevator must've been a flake - asking out your crush of 7 months, you get rejected and immediately after you find yourself stuck in a broken elevator with him

9/3/23 Journal Entry

I need to do this today. Yes, today. No other day works.

This might seem as a schoolgirl summoning her courage on an ordinary Friday to confess her feelings. However, anyone holding this view would be utterly mistaken. If there were a law against being cowardly as hell, you can bet I'd be the first one locked up.

Every week I resolve that on Friday, I will confess, only to back out at the last minute, reassuring myself with the excuse 'I'll definitely do it next week.' So I anxiously await every Friday, week after week. But this time is different. Waiting any longer is not an option; I must face rejection to move forward.

It's Park Sunghoon who's causing this. I once regarded him as your typical popular guy, constantly surrounded by friends and always looking good no matter what. But now I know he's more. I tutor him every Friday, and that's when I started liking him. Not Park Sunghoon, the popular pretty-faced boy, but Sunghoon—the boy who struggles with basic math, but tries his best just so I can leave early. Sunghoon, who has a habit of accidentally buying an extra strawberry milk and hesitantly hands it to me. Sunghoon, who prefers chocolate milk over strawberry. He’s not as slick as he thinks.

Nonetheless I have to do this today, so whoever’s stalking my journal, pray for me please!

𓂃

The clock ticked closer to the appointed time for their session. As the minutes passed, anticipation and nervousness swirled within her. She gathered her belongings, her heart pounding with fear. This was the day she had been both dreading and longing for.

Meanwhile, in another part of the school, Sunghoon's thoughts were preoccupied with his upcoming tutoring. He picked up his bag, contemplating the strawberry milk he had bought this morning. The action had become a small tradition between them—something he did half on purpose, half out of habit. He wondered if she would notice his deliberate mistake this time, or if their dynamic would continue as it had been.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of classes for the day, her heart skipped a beat. With a deep breath, she headed towards their meeting spot - in front of the newly installed elevator. It’s good they finally installed it, running up flights of stairs was never ideal for any of the students. Sunghoon was already there, waiting. His eyes met hers, and a warm smile tugged at the corners of his lips. This was the moment.

Their gazes locked, and she felt butterflies swirling within her. The elevator doors stood slightly open, as if inviting them to step inside and share a moment that could change the course of their relationship.

With a gentle push of her bag against her thigh, she moved forward, approaching Sunghoon. "Hey," she greeted, voice a touch softer than usual.

"Hey," he replied, a shy smile playing on his lips. "Ready for another Friday of challenging math problems?"

She chuckled, a nervous edge to her laughter. "Always up for the challenge." Her eyes flickered towards the elevator doors, the metaphor not lost on either of them.

He caught her glance, and shyness tinted their expressions a delicate shade of pink.

“Okay, I know this is really sudden," she blurted out, her words rushing as if to match the racing beat of her heart. "But I really, really like you, and I have for like, a really long time now. I’ve been meaning to tell you, but I just couldn’t, and I don’t know, but maybe we can go out together? Like a date? But that’s only if you really want to, and—“

“Stop!” he exclaimed, his voice surprisingly loud in the confined space of the elevator.

His sudden outburst caught her off guard, and she fell silent, her heart pounding even faster now, if that were possible. Sunghoon's face had turned a shade of red that rivaled hers, and his gaze was fixed on the ground. His fingers fidgeted with the edge of his shirt, a clear sign of his unease.

"I'm sorry," he began, his words coming out in a rush, "I didn't mean to interrupt you like that. It's just I didn't expect this, and I'm really flattered— I just need a moment to gather my thoughts."

Her heart sank, embarrassment and disappointment washing over her. Had she been too forward? Was he not interested after all? The silence that hung between them in the elevator felt almost suffocating.

"It's fine, really. Let's cancel our tutoring today."

"Wait, but that's not what I meant—"

Arriving at floor 3, the elevator announced.

"I should go," she said, her voice a blend of awkwardness and a desire to escape. She felt an overwhelming urge to run, to hide beneath layers of pillows and blankets, and erase the memory of this moment. To pretend that Park Sunghoon had never even existed.

The elevator didn't open.

As she uttered those words and expected the door to open, it remained stubbornly shut. A brief flicker of confusion crossed her face, her eyebrows furrowing as she pressed the button for the door to open manually.

"Is something wrong?" Sunghoon's voice came from behind her, concern lacing his tone.

She turned to face him, the reality of the situation settling in. "I think the elevator's stuck?"

Sunghoon's eyes widened, and he moved closer to her side, pressing the door open button alongside her. The soft chime of the button echoed through the confined space, but the doors remained firmly closed.

"Seriously?" he muttered, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice.

She felt a nervous laugh bubble up. "It seems so."

The two of them exchanged a look, a mixture of disbelief and amusement in their eyes. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on them — a confession, followed by what seems to be a rejection, and now they were stuck in together.

Sunghoon sighed, pressing the help button and leaning against the wall, his gaze shifting to her.

She moved to lean against the wall opposite him, her cheeks burning with the full weight of embarrassment that the situation had brought. The intensity of the moment had made her feel exposed, fixing her gaze firmly on the floor to escape it.

“Hey,” he started, his voice soft and soothing, though she didn't immediately respond.

Walking a few steps up to her, Sunghoon gently placed his fingers under her chin, coaxing her to look up at him. The touch of his warm fingers against her skin sent a swarm of butterflies dancing through her body – cursing her heart for betraying her so blatantly.

“I bought your favorite,” he said, his voice carrying playfulness and sincerity. He held up the carton of milk, a small gesture that carried immense weight in the moment. “Will you let me finish talking now?”

Her gaze flickered between his eyes and the strawberry milk he was offering, her heart thudding in her chest. She took the carton from him, her fingers brushing against his for a brief, electrifying moment. "Thank you," she mumbled, feeling a mixture of emotions that she struggled to put into words.

Sunghoon leaned against the wall next to her again, the closeness between them feeling both comforting and nerve-wracking. "I wanted to say something earlier," he began, his eyes fixed on her, "before the elevator interrupted us."

She nodded, her heart pounding so loudly she feared he could hear it.

He took a deep breath, his gaze unwavering. "I like you too, yn. I didn't expect this, but I've liked you for a while now. And I'd really like to go on that date with you."

Suddenly, her body felt light as air, as if all the worries had been carried away by a gentle breeze. Her cheeks were still pink, but this time it wasn't from embarrassment. Her heart fluttered, and a genuine smile bloomed on her face.

Lost in the intoxicating moment, she took a few tentative steps closer to him. Her heart raced as her arms found their way around his neck, pulling him gently closer. With a soft, affectionate smile, she pressed her lips against his, igniting a fire within them both. His laughter was a delightful melody, his broad grin revealing his genuine happiness, as he drew her into his arms. Their lips met once more, not just in a kiss, but in a melding of desires and emotions. The world around them seemed to fade as their mouths moved in a rhythm fueled by the intensity of their feelings. Every touch was an exploration, every sigh a confession. In that passionate kiss, they spoke the unspoken, conveying all the longing, affection, and yearning that had been built between them.

As their kiss deepened, they were oblivious to their surroundings, lost in the world they were creating within that confined space. The elevator doors had silently slid open, revealing the hallway beyond. There Sunghoon's friends stood, amused expressions plastered their faces.

"He's cheating on me!" Jake shouted dramatically, his voice echoing through the corridor.

Sunghoon pulled away from the kiss to roll his eyes, still holding her in his embrace. "You're ridiculous."

Reaching over to close the elevator doors once again, effectively shutting his friends out. Their amused faces were left behind as the doors closed, creating a private sanctuary once more. Sunghoon turned back to her with a sheepish grin.

"Let's continue now, shall we?"

💬 kind of really hate this but I wrote it all already so it'd kill me to redo might take it down later, I had fun with it though so I hope it didn't come out too bad - im entering flop era so please pleasee reblog if you enjoy!

taglist open! @kflixnet @cherryunnie @okwons @flwrshee @beomsbeanie @parksunghoonsgf @mrchweeee @en-chantedtomeetyou

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[theemissuniverse]

NSFW TAKEDA TAKAHASHI HEADCANONS WITH FEM!READER

WARNINGS : (MDNI) obvi smut!

MASTERLIST 1 , MASTERLIST 2

In the relationship, Takeda loves to dominate you but he’s actually a switch. Even though he loves it when he gets to be the dominant one, he sometimes falls to your mercy and submits to you

Takeda loves to have rough and fast sex. It excites him but do not mistake him. He’s always up to make love to you. To have slow and sensual sex

Takeda absolutely prefers to give than receive. He loves having his head between your legs and eating you out. He’ll feel your legs tremble and it turns him on. He likes to receive too. A lot. But there’s something that he loves about pleasing you

Something that he loves is watching you masterbate. He’ll watch you play with your clit and finger your pussy. Takeda will lay in the bed and rub all over your breasts and offer you words of encouragement as you play with yourself. “Baby, you look so sexy.” “You want me touch you, honey?” “Keep going, baby.” “If you’re a good girl then I’ll touch you.”

Takeda is definitely an “ass” guy. He still likes your “boobs” but there’s something about you wearing the perfect leggings or shorts that makes him go crazy. Or just simply bending over to grab something. He’s always there to smack it

3 times out of 10, you have to initiate intimacy. Takeda is very needy and he’s not ashamed of it. He makes it known that he wants you

Takeda can’t pick between doggy style or forward facing cowgirl. On one hand, when he’s in doggy style he gets to see how good your ass looks jiggling on his dick. But when you’re riding him he gets to be his submissive counterpart and fall apart underneath you. He can’t choose honestly

He loves to fuck you up against the wall or on the kitchen table. There’s just something about him taking you right there in the moment that’s so hot to him

Takeda can get into almost anything if you’re interested. He’ll even try tying you up or get tied up. (It’s torture but it’s also hot.) He won’t do anything that will hurt you or leave a bad mark on you though

A thing that turns Takeda on is reading your thoughts when you’re horny or having intimacy. He knows that you get a little shy saying a lot of dirty stuff so him reading your thoughts and hearing you say it in your mind turns him on even more. (Because you’re much dirtier in your head than you are out loud)

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mk #mkx #mk x #mk x reader #mk10 #takeda #mk takeda #takeda takahashi x reader #takeda takahashi #mk Takeda Takahashi #mk smut #mortal kombat smut #mk headcanons #mortal kombat headcanons #smut #kenshi takahashi

[en-dazed]

first, tangled - sim jaeyun, lee heeseung

PAIRINGS: jake x reader, heeseung x reader

GENRES: friends to strangers (to lovers?), love triangle, angst, jake is your first love and childhood best friend (and your boyfriend’s roommate), heeseung is your boyfriend

WARNINGS: brief mention of alcohol and drinking but nothing other that i think??

PROMPT: in which reader meets her first love and ex childhood best years later - as her boyfriend’s roommate

WORD COUNT: 5803 words

A/N: THIS IS PART 1 OF A SERIES. Endgame hasn’t been decided yet but this will be at least a 2 or 3 part series so if you have any preference for who reader should end up with then send me an ask and i’ll consider it! suggestions are accepted <3

You met your first love when you were 10 years old. Your understanding of love was limited to the love you felt for your parents and your family. It would only be years later that you realised just how deep your feelings for your first love had gone, even from the beginning. 

You met your first love on the first day of school that year. New to the area, you were shy and could barely make eye contact with anyone. The kids in the area had gone to school together since kindergarten and were already friends with each other. You were the outsider that they had stared at curiously, whispering in the hallways about who the new girl was as you had walked to your first class that day. 

You had sat down way in the back, hoping that no one would notice you. With your eyes glued firmly to your desk, you failed to notice the boy who approached you. 

“Hi, you’re the new girl aren’t you?” 

Even as a kid Jake shined brighter than anyone else. You had struggled to make eye contact with the friendly boy but he persisted in trying to talk to you. 

“My name’s Sim Jaeyun but everyone calls me Jake. What’s your name?”

You mumbled your name, looking at your desk instead of him. You expected him to leave but he surprised you by taking the empty seat next to you instead. 

Jake was extremely persistent. 

He would talk to you about anything and everything, would help you during lessons when he saw you struggling and he would even let you use his notes to study. Jake never forced you to talk and at first you didn’t. You listened as he ranted about his day and the soccer practice that had gone horribly. You listened to him talk about his dog and how much he loved her. 

You listened and slowly you began to open up as well. You remembered that he had smiled widely the first time you had opened up to him and it made you think that Jake had a very nice smile. You found yourself looking forward to going to school, rushing through the gates to see Jake once more. You began to notice the way he played with his hair when he was nervous, the way he fiddled with his thumbs when he was impatient and you noticed how he would maintain eye contact when he spoke to you - as if you were the only person in his world at that time. But you were only 10 and couldn’t understand why you liked Jake so much

Jake was popular in the way that genuinely nice guys were. Everyone liked him and even the ones that didn’t really know him, knew of him. They knew him as the smart kid who always got top scores in class, the one who was friendly with everyone, even the shy girl who sat at the back of the class. They knew him as the kid who was always ready to offer a smile to anyone and would drop his own plans to help someone he barely knew. Everyone liked him but Jake only ever sat next to you. 

Even as the years and seasons passed by and you both entered high school, Jake never went away. He was an ever present constant in your life and you told yourself that that’s why you felt your body warm up whenever he would smile at you. You told yourself that your heart ached to see him at all times because he was your best friend and there was no other reason for it; there couldn’t be. 

“Do you ever think about how different things would be if I never talked to you that time?” He asked you one evening, while you were both lying side by side on your bed. 

You thought about his question for a minute before replying. “I’d be alone and you’d probably have another best friend.” You told him and he turned towards you with an uncharacteristically serious look on his face. 

“I can never have another best friend. It’s you or no one else Y/N.”

You felt your heart race at his words but you disguised it by hitting his shoulder. 

“Hey! What was that for?” He complained loudly. 

“You were being too cheesy.” You looked away to hide the growing blush on your face. 

You experienced your first heartbreak before you even realised that you were in love and hearts could break. 

“Y/N,” Jake had bounced up to you in class one day. “I think I’m in love.”

Your stomach churned and you didn’t understand why. 

“With who?” You asked and you didn’t know why you wanted to know so badly. 

“Minji from third period,” He sighed dreamily, lost in thought. “She asked to borrow my notebook today and I think my brain short circuited.”

“Oh,” You gulped. “That’s nice.”

You tried your best to hide your disappointment, plastering a smile on your face while your heart sank. Jake didn’t seem to notice the look on your face. 

“She’s so pretty Y/N. I don’t think I've ever felt this way about anyone else before.”

You felt your stomach flip again as you listened to him talk. It was an ache you couldn't quite explain, a realisation that perhaps your feelings for him ran deeper than you had ever acknowledged. Jake smiled as he talked about his new crush and you found a name for the feeling in the pit of your stomach. 

You were in love with Jake but he wasn’t in love with you. 

“Which do you think Minji would like more?” Jake pulled up two shirts, one black and one white. 

“The black one.” You answered after giving it a split second look. 

Jake looked at the black one closely and seemed to decide you were right, throwing the white shirt on his bed beside you. 

“I’m so nervous Y/N,” He ran a hand through his hair and you felt your heart skip a beat when you saw the simple action. 

Focus Y/N.

You forced yourself to look supportive. “It’ll be fine, Ikeu. She asked you out so I’m sure she likes you.”

“Thanks Y/N. You’re such a good friend for coming over to help me get ready.” He smiled gratefully at you and you felt your heart break a little bit more. Lately you hated it when Jake called you his friend. 

“It’s no problem.” You lied through your teeth. 

That night when Jake called you to tell you that Minji had kissed him on the date, you had forced a congratulations before ending the call abruptly. 

You spent the whole night sobbing onto your pillow and wondering why you had to fall for the one person who you couldn’t have. 

Jake and Minji started dating the summer you turned 18. Slowly, your best friend started spending less and less time with you and more time with his new girlfriend. You told him it was fine when he had to skip your study date to go help Minji with something. You told him you didn’t mind when he forgot to pick you up to walk to school together, the way you both had done every year for so many years. Each time, you reassured him with a smile, telling him it was alright and that you understood. Deep down, however, the ache of loneliness crept in.

It was a delicate balance between being supportive of your friend's happiness and grappling with the void left behind. The pang of abandonment was a bitter pill to swallow, yet you convinced yourself that this was what friendship meant—being there through both the highs and lows, even if it meant sacrificing your own happiness. If friendship was all you’d ever have then you’d be the best friend he ever had. 

“I’m sorry Y/N,” He apologized after he cancelled another one of your plans together. “Minji wants me there and I don’t want to tell her no. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“It’s alright.” You lied again - something that had become second nature to you lately. Secretly you wondered if Minji was calling him on purpose to cancel your plans together every time. You had a feeling that she didn’t like you too much, something that was solidfied by the way she would ignore your presence whenever you were near. Jake, however, was oblivious to it all. 

“You’re such a good friend Y/N. Thank you for being so understanding.” 

A good friend. 

It felt like an arrow through your heart. 

“I’ll always be your friend.” The word tasted horrible in your mouth but you said it because you knew it would make Jake happy. And it did - he smiled at you so brightly and for a minute you were okay because Jake was smiling at you and everything was alright whenever he smiled. 

But the reality was quite different. As the day passed you found the distance between you two growing bigger and bigger. Jake and Minji grew closer and you and him grew apart. Perhaps there was no longer any room in his heart for you and you wondered if you had just been a placeholder until someone new came along. It pained you to entertain such thoughts, but they were difficult to ignore. You became an outsider, relegated to the sidelines, masking your true feelings behind a facade of understanding and support. 

Jake had long stopped sitting next to you in class, his seat next to yours now empty. Instead, he opted to sit next to Minji. Your interactions went from being glued to the hip to a polite smile in the hallways when you saw each other. The promise of always being friends had fallen empty and you watched as your best friend slowly became a stranger. 

And before you were even 19, your first love was over. 

You met Heeseung in your first year of college. He was everything you deemed unattainable—tall, gorgeous, and popular—a stark contrast to your own self-perception. You had faded away into the background just like before when your friendship with Jake had ended. You noticed Heeseung, of course. How could you not? As your new friend Wonyoung liked to say, Heeseung was a greek god among men. You didn’t expect him to notice you so it took you by surprise when he approached you one day in the Starbucks on campus. 

“Y/N right?” He asked and you found yourself at a loss for words, shocked that he even knew your name. You nodded on autopilot and he gave you a coffee with your name on it. 

“The barista was going to call out your name but I told him I would hand it to you. I thought it would be a good excuse to talk to you.” 

The words slipped out before you could filter them: "Why would you want to talk to me?"

Heeseung smiled shyly. “Because I think you’re pretty.”

The whole interaction threw you off balance and when he made his way out the door with a coffee and your number written on his hand you were left feeling as if you were stuck in a dream. 

For once, Jake was not on your mind. 

The last time you had seen the boy you called your first love was at your highschool graduation. He had sat with Minji at his side as was usual for him by then. Wherever Minji went, Jake followed. That was also the last day that you had talked to him. 

“Congrats, Y/N.” Jake had approached you while you were alone. 

You had smiled at him, congratulating him back. “Valedictorian huh? I always knew it would be you.” You told him and his eyes shone with something that looked to you like sadness. But that couldn’t be it right?

“Y/N I’m really sorry for how horrible of a friend I was at the end. I-“

“Ikeu!” You felt your stomach churn at the familiar nickname, the name that you had given him. 

Minji bounced up to you and suddenly you wanted to run away, as far away from the situation as possible. 

“It’s okay Jake. I think you have other priorities now.” You nodded towards Minji before leaving. 

You forced Jake out of your mind and out of your life. You shoved him in a box both literally and metaphorically, with all reminders of him collected and gathering dust under your bed. Your first love had become your first heartbreak and you didn’t want to delve on it any longer. You didn’t want to think about Jake any longer. 

Maybe that was the reason that had pushed you to say yes to Heeseung when he asked you out on a date, a few days later. 

The day of your date with Heeseung arrived, and you found yourself nervously adjusting your outfit in front of the mirror. You had chosen something that made you feel confident and comfortable, hoping to make a good impression.

The first word you heard when you opened the door for Heeseung was “Wow.”

He stood at your door with a bouquet of flowers and an awed look on his face. “You’re so gorgeous.”

And you felt a familiar surge of butterflies in your stomach, something that you had never felt for anyone other than Jake. 

The evening unfolded effortlessly. Heeseung paid attention to you like no one ever had, hanging onto every word you spoke as if it was gospel. He made you feel special, wanted. In turn, he shared his own thoughts and experiences. The more you talked, the more you realized how much you had in common proving your first impression of him wrong. 

“Can I hold your hand?” He asked you as you walked through a park. He ran his hands through his hair and immediately you were transported and there was Jake in front of you. But just as fast, the glimpse of him was gone and you gave him your hand, not because he reminded you of Jake but because you genuinely liked him. 

As the night drew to a close, Heeseung walked you back to your dormitory. Standing under the soft glow of the streetlights, there was a sense of anticipation hanging in the air. Heeseung looked at you earnestly, his eyes filled with genuine interest.

“Y/N, I had an amazing time tonight," he said, his voice gentle yet filled with sincerity. "I'd love to see you again if you're up for it."

A smile crept across your face as you realized that, in this moment, you had a choice. You could continue to let the past define you, or you could embrace the uncertainty of this new connection that had the potential to bring you joy and happiness.

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of your decision lifting from your shoulders. With a newfound courage, you replied, "Heeseung, I had a wonderful time too. I'd love to see you again."

It was a leap of faith that turned out to be one of the best decisions you made. Heeseung treated you like you were a princess and for once, you felt like you were first place in someone’s life. 

Jake’s presence in your life was all but gone when he came crashing back in. 

“Let me know when you want to leave, okay?”

You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips when you heard the familiar words. It was something that Heeseung told you whenever you went out, to let you know that you could always find him when you wanted to go and he would leave without any questions asked. 

“I’ll let you know.” You promised as you entered the house. 

You didn’t know who’s house it was or who was even hosting the party. You could barely recognize some of the faces in the house, most already clearly drunk from the way they were swaying on their feet. 

It was Heeseung’s idea to come here but you didn’t mind. You trusted Heeseung and when it came to him, you were willing to try new thing and new scenes. His hand remained on your waist as he guided you through the house. 

The air smelled of alcohol and smoke. As you moved through the crowded house, the noise of conversations and music enveloped you. It was a chaotic scene, filled with flickering lights and the pulsating beat of the music. You could feel the energy in the air, a unique blend of excitement and recklessness that could only be conjured when you put together a bunch of drunk college kids. 

"Heeseung!" A voice called out from within the throngs of people, piercing through the ambient noise of the party. Heeseung's attention shifted as he turned to locate the source of the voice. You followed his gaze and noticed a figure pushing through the crowd, making their way toward you.

When the guy got closer, your heart dropped to your stomach. 

Jake stood before you, a shocked look on his face at the sight of you. 

“Y/N?” 

Heeseung glanced back and forth between you two, a surprised look on his face. “Do you two know each other?”

You feigned a smile, moving closer to Heeseung. “Yeah we went to school together.” It was so much more than that but you didn’t want to tell Heeseung the extent of your relationship with Jake. 

Jake’s eyes flickered from Heeseung to you before finally dropping to his arm wrapped around your waist. A flicker of understanding appeared on his face and you shuffled on your feet under the weight of his gaze. 

“That’s great! I don’t have to introduce you two then,” Heeseung beamed, completely oblivious to the tense air hanging over them. “Jake’s my roommate. And Jake this is my girlfriend, the one I was telling you about. It’s so crazy that you know each other already. Small world and whatever it is they say I guess.”

Heeseung had no idea. 

As Heeseung introduced you as his girlfriend, you felt a mix of emotions swirling inside you. The weight of the unspoken truth weighed heavily on your shoulders, and guilt gnawed at the edges of your conscience.

Smiling, you turned to Jake, mustering as much warmth as you could. "It's nice to see you again, Jake," you said, trying to sound genuine. “Really is crazy how you two are roommates huh?”

“Crazy.” He mumbled. 

Heeseung turned towards you. “I’m going to go get a drink, ok? I’ll be back soon I promise.” He gave you a peck on the cheek before leaving and you felt like you would burn up from the way Jake looked at you. 

You wished that you had been able to at get in at least one drink before Jake had showed up. You were way too sober for this situation. 

"I didn't expect to see you here," Jake finally broke the silence, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and sadness. "How have you been?"

You took a moment to gather your thoughts, the conflicting emotions swirling within you. "I've been... okay," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "Life has been... complicated."

Jake nodded, a hint of understanding in his eyes. "Complicated... that's one way to put it."

“Where’s Minji?” You hoped that you were able to mask the bitterness in your tone. 

“We broke up. Right after graduation actually. She was cheating on me with Jay. You know him right? He was captain of the soccer team.”

You felt a pang of sympathy for your once best friend. “I do. I’m sorry you had to go through that.” Your words were sincere. Whatever had happened between you two, you had never wanted anything bad to befall him. 

Jake nodded, his gaze shifting away for a moment before returning to meet yours. "Yeah, it was a tough time. But I've been trying to move on and focus on other things."

Silence settled between you for a moment, the weight of unspoken memories and unresolved feelings hanging in the air. The past had a way of resurfacing at unexpected moments, forcing you to confront the choices and consequences that led you to where you were now.

"Y/N, I have to ask," Jake began, his voice tentative. "What happened between us? I mean, we were... close. And then everything changed."

You laughed and this time you were sure he heard how bitter you sounded. “No Jake. You changed. You started dating Minji and I became your second choice. I was always there for you. I tried to be a good friend to you, the best friend. But you abandoned me as soon as you got someone else.”

Jake's expression shifted, a mix of regret and realization crossing his features. "Y/N, I messed up. I made a mistake by taking our friendship for granted, and I'm truly sorry for that. I never intended to hurt you or make you feel like a second choice."

Your voice wavered with a combination of hurt and anger. "It's not just about being a second choice, Jake. It's about how you treated our friendship when things got complicated. You distanced yourself, and I felt abandoned and replaced. It hurt."

Jake's gaze dropped, his shoulders slumping with the weight of his own remorse. "I can't change what happened, but I want you to know that I regret the way things turned out. Losing our friendship was a terrible loss for me."

The rawness of the emotions between you was palpable. Memories of shared laughter and moments of happiness flooded your mind, conflicting with the reality of the present. But when you saw Heeseung approaching you, your reality came crashing back. 

“It’s a little too late for that Jake.”

Heeseung's cheerful demeanor faltered for a moment as he sensed the tension in the air. He glanced between you and Jake, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Is everything okay?"

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. "Yeah, everything's fine," you replied, forcing a smile. "Jake and I were just catching up, that's all."

Heeseung looked unconvinced, his eyes lingering on both of you before he finally nodded. "Alright, if you say so." He turned to Jake. “We should all hang out together sometime, man. I’m sure you and Y/N have a lot to catch up on.” 

Jake nodded, his gaze fixed on the floor. "Yeah, maybe."

Heeseung's attention shifted back to you, concern etched on his face. "Y/N, are you sure everything's okay?"

You nodded, avoiding his gaze. "I'm just a little overwhelmed by the crowd and the noise. Maybe we should find a quieter place."

Heeseung's expression softened, and he gently took your hand. "Of course, let's go outside and get some fresh air."

As you walked away from Jake, a whirlwind of emotions and conflicting thoughts consumed your mind. Guilt gnawed at your conscience, but so did the longing for things to go back to how it was with Jake. You found yourself caught between the familiarity and comfort of your relationship with Heeseung and the unresolved feelings you had for Jake.

Outside, you and Heeseung found a quiet spot away from the clamor of the party. The cool night air washed over you, providing a momentary respite from the chaotic atmosphere.

Heeseung wrapped his arm around your shoulders, concern evident in his eyes. "Tell me what's really going on, Y/N. I can sense that something's bothering you."

You looked into Heeseung's eyes, your heart aching at the thought of hurting him. But the words that formed on your lips were not the whole truth. You couldn't bear the idea of losing him, not yet.

"It's nothing, Heeseung," you said, forcing a smile. "I guess seeing Jake just brought back some memories from highschool, but I'm happy now, and that's what matters. I don't want to dwell on the past."

Heeseung's brows furrowed, his grip tightening slightly. "Y/N, I want you to know that you can always be honest with me. I'm here for you, through thick and thin."

You nodded, fighting back the urge to spill the truth. "I know, Heeseung. And I appreciate that. But right now, I just need some time to process everything. I promise it's not anything serious."

Heeseung studied your face, searching for any signs of deception. After a moment, he sighed and pulled you into a gentle embrace. "Okay, Y/N. Take all the time you need. Just know that I'm here for you, no matter what."

Tears stung the back of your eyes as you held onto Heeseung, grateful for his understanding and support. In that moment, you made a silent promise to yourself that you would find a way to resolve your feelings, to make a decision that would bring clarity and honesty to your relationships.

Deep down, you knew that the path ahead would be challenging and filled with difficult choices. But for now, you chose to hide the truth, hoping that time would bring at least some lucidity and guidance, and praying that your heart would find its way back to where it truly belonged.

“Heeseung?”

“Hmm?”

“I’d like to leave now.” 

He kissed your forehead, a soft touch of his lips that made your heart soar. 

“Anything you want.”

Seeing Jake had stirred up something in you, something that you thought had died long ago. Your mind was suddenly filled with memories that you hadn’t thought about in forever, memories of a boy that you were sure you would never see again. 

It was always accompanied with a rush of guilt - a silent apology for Heeseung who looked at you as if you hung the stars. The weight of your conflicting feelings laid heavy on your shoulders and you felt as if you might drown under it. 

It was as if the universe was playing a cruel joke on you, conjuring Jake up from your past just as you were starting to move on. The feelings that you thought you had locked up were begging to be let out, to be felt, to be heard. 

Jake being Heeseung’s roommate was another brutal twist of fate. 

When Heeseung asked you to come over for a date night, you didn’t have the heart to tell him no. Or maybe you could’ve and your answer was led by a part of you that wanted to see Jake again. Either way, when you showed up at his door that night, you were a ball of nerves. You wiped your sweaty palms on your pants before you knocked on the door. 

Heeseung opened the door and you felt… disappointed? No of course not, you scolded yourself. You did not want to see Jake. 

Heeseung greeted you with his warm smile and pulled you into a gentle hug, oblivious to the turmoil churning within you. 

"Hey, Y/N. I'm so glad you’re here. I’ve been looking forward to this" Heeseung said, his voice filled with genuine happiness.

You managed a smile, though it felt forced. "Me too, Heeseung."

As you stepped into the apartment, you couldn't help but glance around, half-expecting to catch a glimpse of Jake. The realisation that he was just a few feet away, possibly in his room, sent a shiver down your spine.

Heeseung led you into the living room, where soft music played in the background, creating an intimate ambiance. The smell of a home cooked meal wafted through the air and you noticed candles carefully placed around the room. Your heart melted - Heeseung had clearly put a lot of thought into this for you. 

“I cooked for us,” Heeseung told you nervously. “I hope you like it.” 

You gave him a peck on the lips, a smile on your face. “I already love it, Heeseung. Thank you.” You told him genuinely. 

As you settled down on the couch, your nerves slowly began to subside, replaced by a sense of appreciation for Heeseung's thoughtfulness. The flickering candlelight created a warm and intimate atmosphere, casting a soft glow on the room.

Heeseung sat beside you, his eyes filled with affection as he reached out to hold your hand. The weight of guilt and conflicted emotions still lingered within you, but for a brief moment, you allowed yourself to be present in this beautiful setting.

Heeseung's cooking was delicious and when you told him so, his cheeks heated up. The conversation flowed naturally between you, lighthearted and comfortable momentarily distracting you from your thoughts. As you shared stories and laughter, you noticed a faint sound coming from the hallway. Your heart skipped a beat, recognizing the familiar voice.

Before you could fully comprehend what was happening, Jake appeared at the entrance of the living room, his eyes widening in surprise as he took in the scene before him.

"Hey, guys. I didn't realize you were having a date night," Jake said, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and awkwardness.

Heeseung turned to look at Jake, momentarily taken aback. "Oh, hey, Jake. Yeah, we were just enjoying a quiet evening together. You're back early."

Jake shrugged. “Yeah I didn’t feel like staying out too late tonight.” 

“Well if you have nothing better to do then you’re welcome to join us.” Alarm bells rang in your head when you heard Heeseung’s invitation. Jake seemed to hesitate for you a second before he accepted, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch. 

“Here, you can choose the movie.” Heeseung, ever the gracious friend, handed over the remote to Jake. He didn’t say anything as he flicked through the movie titles on screen before finally settling on something. Your eyes widened when you realised what movie it was. 

“This one.” He chose, staring pointedly at you.

“Y/N do you mind?” Heeseung asked you. 

You shook your head no. “It’s my favourite movie.” You told him. 

“That’s great then!” Heeseung seemed oblivious to the way Jake looked at you as the movie started. 

The first familiar scene started playing and you couldn’t help but feel wistful. Every scene, every line of dialogue reminded you of when you would watch it with Jake every weekend. The both of you had watched it so often you had memorised the lines and at some point it had become a game to see who would remember what line came next. You stole glances at him, his eyes fixed on the screen but his demeanour slightly distant.

Heeseung, engrossed in the movie, seemed oblivious to the emotional tension that lingered in the room. He occasionally leaned in to whisper a comment or share a smile with you, unaware of the conflicting emotions brewing within your heart.

Unable to handle the tension that crawled over you any longer, you excused yourself. “I have to go to the washroom.” You whispered to Heeseung before untangling yourself from him. 

He pointed at the hallway. “It’s the first door on the left.” 

You nodded, mustering a small smile, and made your way down the hallway. As you entered the bathroom, you took a moment to compose yourself, staring at your reflection in the mirror. 

You can do this Y/N. 

You took a deep breath before opening the door ready to go back to the movie. Instead, you were met with Jake waiting outside the bathroom. 

“Y/N… Can we talk?”

You looked at Jake, uncertainty and apprehension swirling in your mind. The last thing you wanted was to engage in a conversation that could potentially complicate your already conflicted emotions. The thought of opening up old wounds and facing the unresolved feelings from the past was overwhelming.

“What’s there to talk about Jake?” He winced as if you had slapped him with your words. 

“I want things to go back to the way it was before. I want us to be friends again.”

You almost laughed at his words. “Are you kidding me? You want us to be friends again after all that?”

You couldn’t help the words that came next. “And besides, I never thought of you as a friend anyways.”

The look of hurt on Jake’s face alerted you to what you had blurted out. Shit. 

“What do you mean by that?” He asked, the hurt evident in his voice. 

You sighed, realising how badly you messed up. But you couldn’t go back now. 

“I was in love with you Jake.” Your voice was soft when you spoke. “I was in love with you since the day I first met you when we were 10. I was still in love with you when you chose Minji over me. You were never just a friend to me.”

Jake's expression softened as he processed your words, a mix of surprise and regret crossing his face. He opened his mouth to speak but seemed at a loss for words.

"I... I didn't know," he finally managed to say, his voice filled with remorse. "I never meant to hurt you, Y/N. I never realized how you felt about me."

You looked at Jake, your eyes filled with a mixture of pain and vulnerability. "I know you didn't, Jake. And it's not entirely your fault. I never had the courage to tell you how I felt, and I allowed myself to believe that being just friends was enough. But it wasn't. It tore me apart to see you with someone else, but I couldn't blame you for choosing Minji. I couldn't blame anyone but myself for not speaking up."

Jake's eyes glistened with remorse as he reached out to touch your arm gently. "Y/N, I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. If I had known, things might have been different. But I can't change the past."

You gently took his hand off of you. “I can’t ever just be friends with you Jake.”

As you turned to walk back towards the living room, Jake's voice called out behind you. "Y/N?"

You stopped but didn't turn around, waiting for him to speak.

"I never stopped caring about you. Even when we drifted apart, you were always in the back of my mind. And... I'm sorry."

Those words hung in the air, a bittersweet acknowledgment of the past. With a heavy heart, you continued your path back to the living room, where Heeseung awaited. The familiar warmth and comfort of his presence enveloped you as you sat down beside him.

Heeseung noticed the sombre look on your face and gently squeezed your hand. "Is everything okay, Y/N?"

You looked into his eyes, feeling a mix of gratitude and guilt. "Yes, Heeseung. Everything is fine."

Everything is fine. So why did it feel like your heart was torn in two?

#lee heeseung #sim jake #sim jaeyun #jake angst #heeseung angst #jake x reader #enhypen x reader #heeseung x reader #enhypen #enhypen drabbles #enhypen headcanons #enhypen imagines #enhypen angst #enhypen au #enhypen reactions #jake scenarios #heeseung oneshots #jake oneshots #enhypen oneshots

[kyurizeu]

Not a math tutor

Summary: You‘ve been scheduled for an after school tutor in a classroom and the person you least expected walks into the classroom. You were definitely falling for him Plotting his murder in your mind. As you tried to commit this romantic ‘murder’ his lips suddenly met yours.

FYI: i usually prefer writing a Shy(ish) Reader but this one is more straightforward, flirty, teasing and extroverted (maybe even bratty)

When i use { it means thinking!!!

OH AND ITS MY FIRST FULL POST!!! YAUURRR

Pairing — Jake(dom) X Reader(sub)

Warnings: fingering, making out, kisses, hickeys, enemies/strangers to somewhat lovers, some insults, getting caught (haven’t checked for more)

WC: 1,143 words

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“Jake?? Uuh— umh.. so- yeah what are you doing here?” You stuttered while he walked casually into the class laying his books next to yours. “Isn’t it obvious? And didn’t your teacher schedule this for you?” He says making your last braincells die. After he got new friends You started thinking he was an unintelligent idiot who’s just Selfish and too popular. “So… YOU’RE tutoring me?” He stared at you with a smirk while you were side eyeing him.

“Just sit down babe, even if i was dumb i know 50% more than you so ur fine.”

”EXCUSE ME? Also who the fuck do you think ur calling ‘babe‘?! I aint one of those fangirls u makeout with every recess”

“Jeez chill out.. lets just start. sit. down.” Those words out of his mouth made your stomach flip. Why? you don’t have any clue. So you just sit down rolling your eyes with burning red ears.

“alright now, whats the hardest thing you’ve been learning in class? Show me” {Since when did his hair get so soft and fluffy? So cut-} “Y/N? Yo? U good?” You jumped back a bit when you realised his hands were an inch away from your face waving at you “OH YEAH….” It was silent for a good 10 seconds and Jake finally spoke up.

“Am i sensing some type of tension between us?” He smirked so smugly asking you that.As soon as you heard his words slowly processing what he just asked you got flustered QUUUIICCK. “N- Naur nah wdym? Ofc not? It’s just.. it’s Math so. I- yea..” He immediately smirked and said a simple ”oh yeah” in a teasingly tone. You two stared at each other for a second before you realised he was leaning closer to your face. Now inches away from your face he says: “You’re makeup isn’t blended well.” Well that COMPLETELY caught you off guard. “W-what?” You ask annoyedly touching your face all around. “You clearly put too much blush.”

…

Wait…

“But, I don’t have any blush on today….” Oh that dumbass. He smirked and turned back to his books. “Well done mr. player you said the worst pick up line ever.”

“Well it seemed to work, plus you couldn’t even do that for any guy” he shrugs and chuckles a bit.

“Oh yeah?” You lean towards him and place both your hands on his lower thighs and lean your face even more forward to face him more. You smirk and look at his lips quickly.

He gulps nervously but keeps his face somewhat chill. All of the sudden his big vainy hands grab you by your waist pinning you against the wall. He tilts his head smirking even more than before.

“Umh” you gulp nervously. He stares at you for a couple seconds and speaks again: “i win” But an idea pops into your mind.

“No, not yet.” You press your lips onto his and you feel his hands move behind your neck deepening the kiss. {is this really happening?}

His hands played with your hair and he pulled out of the kiss staring deep into your eyes. He looked at you, your lipstick smudged, hair cutely messy and you catching your breath. He quickly lifted your chin with his hands “Consider this a win win?” He pulled you into another kiss making both of you breathe heavily. He moved down onto your neck and collarbones making smaller and bigger hickeys while you felt yourself getting wetter and hornier. He looked up after hearing you whimpering and realised the state he put you in. “Did i make you this flustered? Or… horny?” You nodded slowly as he leaned closer to you squishing your cheeks gently with one hand and the other softly going down your stomach lower and lower. You started breathing really heavily as his hand got right on your crotch making your cunt drip like a waterfall. He ran his hand over your cunt a couple times making you whimper in pleasure. He kissed you making your whines quieter. Suddenly he was already rubbing your clit softly as you bit his thumb gently. “Do you want to cum?” He asked quickening his pace. You nodded a lot and kept whining and whimpering as he got closer and closer to your climax. Jake stops and looks at you all flustered about to cum. “Don’t think that I’ll let you cum that easily.” He ripped your pants off and slid his hand in your panties. You moan out of the shock as his big veiny hand starts sliding up against your wet cunt. “Wow, you’re so wet for me.” He smiles and pushes one of his long thick fingers inside of you. “J-Jake!! Nghh…” you keep whimpering and moaning as he adds another finger and curls his fingers upward hitting all those spots that you love. Jake is just admiring at the wet mess he’s pinning against the wall. He starts to rub your clit too and thats when you feel your close. He quickens his pace over and over again until you reach you climax. “Do you wanna cum y/n? Cum for me” You came hard on his fingers moaning and breathing heavy. “Ngh, t-that was. Ahnnggh…” Jake kisses you one more time deeply but then.

“what the fuck is this noise?” It was Heeseung, Jakes best friend who was now walking towards you two. Jake pulled you pants up just in time for Heeseung to see you pinned against the wall. He clearly understood what was going on and smirked quickly before leaving.

————————————————————my first full post!!!

Please tell me thinks to change if you have stuff in mind, I’m currently trying to figure out how to use tumblr and as soon as i get the hang of it i’ll make a masterlist! (I only have two posts so far but i’m writing 4 more currently) also if you have time pls help and tell me how the anon question thing workz alr thanks u!

Thanks for reading my loves<3

#jake smut #jake sim #kpop smut #enhypen smut #enha smut #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen fanfiction

[angelofthenight]

Haiii ^_^ I was just wondering if you can do like micah (from children of the corn 2) x plus sized reader who’s insecure ?? 🖤🖤

Micah x Plus Size!Reader

(Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Body insecurity, Hurt/Comfort, Reader is the pastor’s daughter, Alluded religious trauma, Mentions of Micah’s abusive dad, Teenage boy hormones (very faint), Kissing

Word Count: 3.0k

( Got a little carried away with the word count but I thought it was appropriate for how long this has been sitting in my inbox😭😭 Also this will be one of the exceptions from only writing Micah as a yandere )

Micah was naturally independent. 

He wasn’t shy or outcasted, he was just reserved and preferred to be at a distance where he could observe those around him. Those who danced mindlessly on the cleared floor in their best formal wear. Those who huddled around the punch bowl muttering about some misunderstandings. Those who clutched their pearls at how a few of the girls’ heels were too high. Those who chose to argue with their partner in the corner of the big room at a celebration like this.

But despite how independent Micah was, and despite how non-complex he viewed everyone in town as, his eyes could never stop from looking for one particular person in each crowded room he’s ever been in. Yet you were nowhere to be found.

In his most honest mind, he looked forward to this town party hosted by the town’s pastor, otherwise known to be your father, to celebrate the renovation of the church. It quite honestly didn’t need to be renovated in the first place, it was a tad small but it was perfectly fine. It was a waste of money in his opinion yet he kept that to himself after letting it slip to his father. His father brutishly shunned him for thinking such a way of the town’s beloved church, followed by a snapping backhand.

The reason he looked forward to this gathering full of balloons and caters was to see you all dressed up. He was still a hormonal guy so the thought of you in a dress made him tug at his collar. 

Micah pined after you hard. Simply just thinking about you made his face redden and collapse in his hands, and he left every interaction with you struggling to resist a dopey grin. He just liked and admired everything about you and found you to be the most interesting person out of all 968 people in this town.

You were a bit of a town outcast. Not physically an outcast where people avoided you or excluded you, no, you were actually very well-liked by the townspeople. You were almost like the People’s Princess of Gatlin. As the pastor’s daughter, you attended lots of town events and were always incredibly polite and humble. Like a princess. 

Though, you were just so… different from the rest of the town. Your world-views, your opinions, your personality, your attitude, your humor, your wit, the way you spent your free time, the way you danced, how you walked, how you talked, and so many other traits. Micah personally surmised you didn’t even believe in God.

You didn’t belong here, not in this town, Micah knew for certain. You were meant for bigger, more exciting things and settings and environments. This small town was one big restraint on you. 

And maybe there were much better words to properly describe you, but to Micah he saw you as cool. Like a cowboy.

So other than his great infatuation with you, he genuinely liked being around you. He wanted to say the two of you were friends but he sometimes guessed he was just a small speck in your colorful world filled with thoughts and views he could never dream of. 

He craved your presence, he found attending this party not even worth it if you weren’t around. But maybe this was what he got for wanting to see you in a short dress so bad. That was until when he lingered around the windows for a change of scenery, he caught the misty sight of your silhouette sitting in the grass facing the cornfield.

It was as if the boredom zapped out of his eyes when he was certain it was you. Quickly running his brown eyes around the room, he spotted his father lost in quiet words exchanged with the farmhand’s wife. She was holding a tray of banana bread muffins with a gushy and blushy expression on her face as his father ate a pinch off one of the sweet breads with a sultry smile, clearly trying to make it look like he was talking about her baking with her when it was clear to Micah that was most definitely not what they were talking about.

With his father too deeply distracted by the female skin of infidelity to prevent his son from sinfully conversing with a girl, Micah took that as his blessing to exit the church in pursuit of you. He didn’t know exactly what he was going to make conversation out of. Maybe he could talk you into joining this little group the new kid in town, Isaac, was gradually forming. He wondered if the central philosophy of the group would appeal to you. He wouldn’t be surprised if the pastor’s daughter held a resentment towards the adult. 

As he dug his hands into the pockets of his pants, not even the breezy night air could cool the warm temperature creeping up his neck the closer he approached you. 

“Hey, (Y/n).” He accidentally croaked out. Your body subtly flinched in the thick cardigan you wrapped yourself into. After rubbing your eyes hurriedly, you turned your head to look up at the dark haired boy. “Oh, hi, Micah. Didn’t hear you creeping up on me.” You said with a soft and friendly tone of voice. 

Micah could’ve fallen to his knees right then and there from the sight of your shiny gaze casted up at him like that, the color of your orbs brighter than a full moon. And he swore he could name every constellation through your eyes. “My apologies. Mind if I sit?” He said, gesturing towards the area of the ground beside you. 

Your plump lips parted with the intent of asking to be alone but as you thought before you spoke, you changed your mind. “Go right ahead.”

A smile spread softly as he squatted down to sit with his legs crossed, his eyes taking in your styled hair and the sweater that shielded whatever you were wearing underneath it. “You look nice. Why aren’t you inside? I’m sure lots of people are waiting for you.” He said with a teasing smile yet also trying to be gentle with you as if you were world class.

You hugged your knees closer to your chest as you practically huddled deeper into your cardigan like a hermit crab, the thought of going inside made that lump in your throat thicker and your thoughts self-destruct all over again. “I know…” you kept pressing your lips together to prevent them from quivering in front of someone, “but I think I’m gonna run back to my house and change then join the party.”

Micah got confused now. You were clearly all pampered up for the party, even wearing the vintage pearl earrings he remembered your grandma used to wear. “But you’re already dressed. What’s the problem?” He took notice of how you sunk into your sweater, wondering if you were just cold. “It’s warmer inside than it is out here so you-”

“I just think this dress was a mistake.”

His dark eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean? I’m sure whatever you picked looks great.”

The sound of a mix of a huff and a whimper emitted past your lips as you pulled down your cardigan to reveal your dress. The floral print dress was shorter than your other ones, the skirt only covering less than half of your thick thighs (especially when you sat with your legs up), and the short sleeves were loose over your shoulders. It wasn’t tight but it hugged your curves and your busty cleavage peeked over the low cut collar.

The borderline skimpy outfit was different than how you usually dressed. Much more revealing and bold. And Micah felt as if he was witnessing a once in a lifetime sight, the universe teasing him with what was unattainable yet blessed him the sight out of pity. He didn’t realize his face was turning rosy until he felt the heat in his cheeks. He pursed his lips together and glanced off into the corn.

As goosebumps littered your exposed skin in the nighttime air your blurry eyes remained set on the grass in front of you, your focus not on anything specific. “My dad and I got into a little argument about my dress for tonight. Said it was too short even though it went past my fingertips. I wanted to really stick it to him, like give him the finger, so I altered it to this. But now that I’m actually here, wearing this… I don’t think I can go in.”

In Micah’s mind, he thought you were trying to express your insecurity of the indecent dress because you knew slut-shaming and proclamations of sin were guaranteed to be thrown at you the second you stepped through those doors. You were the Pastor’s daughter after all, and being his only child golden expectations were set for you. 

And though you actually did exceed those expectations by being noble and headstrong, you were a relatively tough individual. You never once stood for someone displaying disrespect and you were never afraid to put someone in their place with a fiery, wide gaze, intimidating people into that place. Other than who your kin was, nobody dared to argue with you. More reasons as to why Micah admired you.

So imagine his surprise when he heard a wet sniffle and noticed the twinkling reflection of thickening tears over your eyes. “Actually I think I’m just gonna go home and stay there. Sit this one out.” Your turning body to stand up made Micah for sure of the emotion in your face.

He said with a careful and nonthreatening tone, “Hey, hey, hey.” His arms softly reached out to grab your biceps, keeping you seated so that he could lean his face closer to yours so that he could meet your tearful eyes; his eyebrows curving upwards and his frown parted. “Why are you crying?” He asked gently with worry but the verbal notice of your mood only made your tears fall. 

You sniffled again as your frown trembled, the sight causing a squeezing pain to erupt in Micah’s chest. “You’re not the only girl in town who would get criticized for being revealing. You shouldn’t think of it as a personal or discriminative or victimizing thing, it’s just the kind of conservative community this town is. You know they didn’t even like when Lacey in our class wore Daisy Dukes in the middle of July.” He tried to comfort using a soothing tone and a realistic view on what he thought you were insecure about.

Though he soon believed he said the wrong thing when your avoidant gaze finally snapped onto his with your eyebrows furrowed, an annoyed essence swapping out your dejected image. “What? I don’t give a crap about them thinking I’m dressed like a whore. I’d wear a Scarlet Letter on my forehead and still not care about whatever they have to say.” You said sternly and clearly. 

Micah, with his hands still gently holding onto your biceps, glanced back and forth between both of your eyes and the cornfield. He was lost and puzzled. “Then… What are you so worried about?”

You didn’t blink as you stared into his brown hues before your gaze hardened and you slightly leaned back away from him. “..…Are you mocking me?”

The boy’s eyes widened as he frantically shook his head softly. “No, no, no. I really don’t see the problem if it’s not being slut-shamed.” He said with genuine bewilderment. 

Your emotions were in spirals and urges to scream in his face and cry at the same time flooded through you like oil leaks near a fire. You felt your spitfire blood pressure grow hot but yet… you didn’t explode. Perhaps it was because of the vulnerable weakness you harbored for Micah that rendered you unable to aim any sort of your conflagration toward him. Your weakness for the shy boy that always sent you a smile when you made eye contact was stronger than your fuse. Especially when he held you so gently and looked deep into your eyes like you were the only thing left on earth.

“Micah, have you seen me?” You said hoarsely, deciding to be point-blank with your approach. “I’m the weight of a cow. And this dress does nothing but make it more obvious.” The way you said your words sounded as if you were insulting someone with the intent to hurt them, but you spoke in the first person.

Micah had to take a second to register and digest what you were saying. But when it did it felt as if his heart broke into small pieces and fell down to the pit of his stomach. If anyone said that about you, Micah would gladly exchange black eyes with them to defend your honor. But the fact this was coming from you… He always thought so highly of you, thought you were in a whole different world than him. 

He was dumbstruck, dumbfounded. He looked back and forth between your eyes for the relieving hint that you were joking, or lying. But no, you were neither of those things. You were delusional. “What are you talking about? (Y/n)... you look incredible.” He breathed out yet his honest words just seemed to sting you even more, your frown deepening and the tears swelling back up.

You slightly wiggled in an attempt to get out of his hold yet his firmed his grip on your arms to keep you close to him. “I just… I just can’t believe that you would say that about yourself. Because in my eyes, you’re like this masterpiece crafted by the divine hands of the universe.” 

Your mind told you not to believe he was telling the truth, that he was just flattering the Pastor’s daughter and not you. But yet despite the dripping tears that fell into the grass, you felt yourself hang on every word that he spoke with such unfiltered sincerity that came out easily. 

“Your curves are not mere flesh and bone, but a testament to the wonder of creation itself, each curve a stroke of genius, each imperfection a mark of authenticity. Like, your body is an exact replica of the muse’s in the renaissance for paintings and sculptures. The timeless ones that people put up in museums to be admired and awed.”

Micah tilted his head to the side to place his face in your avoidant eyeline. He wanted you to look him in the eye as he told you this. “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, to see how breathtaking and charming you are. Don’t let some insecurity blind you, because you are a masterpiece, a work of art, a marvel to behold. Your body is a temple, a vessel through which your radiant spirit shines forth, illuminating the lives of all who are fortunate enough to bask in-”

You harmlessly giggled with the sweetest smile and a punch shade of pink dusting across your round cheeks. “Okay, now you’re getting weird, you sound like a preacher.” You used the back of your hand to wipe your nose but also to hide your flustered grin. Micah smiled at the sight and the uplift of your mood, finally sliding his hold off of you.

A cleansing silence drifted over the two of you in your own little bubble. A comfortable one. Your heartbeat thumped sweetly in your chest, making the rest of your insides feel like warm mush that melted because of Micah’s honesty. “You know, I…” You paused to allow your blush and the reality of the situation sink in. “I never knew you felt that way.” You said as you looked up at him softly.

He didn’t know how to respond since he still believed you were so out of his league that you didn’t hold any affection for him. “Well now you do.” He said with a shrug. Your smile grew as your pupils dilated. “And I’m glad I know now.”

He approached what you said with caution and nervous curiosity. “Why?” You abused the seconds of suspense to truly admire the boy in a whole new light. “Because now I realize that I feel the same way.”

Micah was torn. Torn between his father’s words about the shameful sin of just simply talking to girls and the gravitational pull of his emotions and heart and attraction. Everything he was ever taught and learned was coming to question and doubt as he looked into your doe eyes, it was like an epiphany. Perhaps this was his final push into Isaac’s cause and his proclamation that the adults are wrong about everything.

Because could one small stolen kiss with a renaissance muse really condemn him to Hell?

“I really want to kiss you.” He finally breathed out like a warm sigh. “Do you think it’d be a sin if I kissed you?” He asked, genuinely wanting your insightful input. 

You took a moment to ponder until you settled on your answer. “I do.” 

Micah glanced down in disappointment. “So I’m damned if I do…” he looked back up to you with an entranced sense in his eyes, “but damned if I don’t.” He then leaned in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, his hand moving to rest just below your soft jawline. He hummed into the contact which created a feeling of electricity shooting through you, prompting you to thread your fingers through the dark hair on the back of his head.

If this was the thing that would supposedly convict him to Hell, then Micah believed it was worth it a thousand times.

#reader insert #Micah #Micah x reader #plus size reader #children of the corn x reader #children of the corn #the children of the corn #children of the corn 2 #children of the corn Micah #children of the corn the final sacrifice #Ryan bollman

[izakiisdead]

requested by : me yet again !!

genre : fluffy slowburn !(SFW)

Soft!Yandere!Itona Horibe x Oblivious!Shy!Male!Reader

SORRY IF THIS IS TOO LONG-

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(Part 1)

You've always admired a certain light blue haired guy in your class. His golden eyes were just too pretty for you to ignore. His name is Itona Horibe.

You never really knew much about him since he usually keeps stuff to himself, same with you, you never really speak to anyone since you were too shy and also prefers to keep stuff to yourself but the difference between you and him is that he's starting to get a little more social with others while you're still trying to get out of your comfort zone.

One thing about him that you're not sure if you like it or not is how blunt and straight forward he can be most of the time.

But theres one thing that you didn't know about him...

As much as you tried to get to know him, you always felt like your presence was annoying him. You tried to get his attention by talking to him a little bit but your shyness made it awkward.

One day, Koro-Sensei told the whole class that we're going to have a field trip to the beach ! You were excited. Some of the students were discussing on how they're going to assassinate Koro-Sensei at the beach and started brainstorming some ideas.

You're never really good at planning anything so you just go along with whatever plan or strategy they cooked up.

Those pervs, Okaijima and Maehara are definitely planning something as well....they're not really the best at hiding the fact that they're perverts.... ehhh who are you kidding... they're proud of being perverts especially Okaijima.

But your eyes drifted to Itona, the guy who you've always liked. It seems like he's spacing out. Maybe thinking about the trip.

If you're not mistaken, Itona's weakness is water. He's probably thinking about ways to keep himself dry for the whole trip.

You heard the sound of someone's footsteps approaching you and it was Nagisa.

"hey ! (M/n), would ya like to hang out with us during the field trip ? It'll be me, Kaeda, Sugino and Karma?" Nagisa said with a smile on his face.

"I'd-"

"Sorry Nagisa but he's hanging out with me during the field trip.'' Itona cuts off your sentence.

Both you and Nagisa looked at him. You looked at him with a sparkle in your eyes and your cheeks went pink. His eyes went from his usual glistening golden eyes to dull golden eyes. He gave Nagisa a semi death glare which sent shivers to both your's and Nagisa's spine.

"Oh ! yikes... I didn't know sorry Itona..." Nagisa stuttered from his nervousness, Nagisa left the situation before it could get any worse. Nagisa never knew that he (Itona) could get any scarier than the first time he became a student in E class.

Itona nodded and Nagisa went back to his friends. You were still shocked at what just happened.

"(M/n)... Would you like to hang out with me during the field trip ?" He asked you as his eyes went back to his usual ones.

You nodded.

"Sure ! I don't mind!" You said as you could feel your face heat up. Maybe this is the right time for you to get to know him more !

Before class started, Itona looked at you one more time.

"Hey, (M/n)... do you have a favourite flower ?"

You got flustered and your face was red after hearing his question.

"Mhm ! personally, I love 「favourite flower」 !! It's very nice." You responded.

Itona nodded and told you that he'll keep that in mind.

(Part 2)

The day has finally come, everyone is there waiting for the train with their luggages. You were sitting on one of the benches that are available. You were waiting for Itona.

As you were waiting you felt a pair of eyes staring at you. You were getting kind of nervous because you hated being stared at until you caught a pair of familiar golden eyes staring at you.

"Itona-kun!" You gave him a big hug, you can feel his body heat up from the gesture. He puts his arms on your back and you blushed real hard from that.

You realize what you were doing and let him go.

"Ah... Itona-kun.. I'm so sorry for that- im so embarrassed..." You mumbled those last parts

As you were letting go you saw many of your classmates watching it went down, Karma as always took pictures for blackmail ! Typical Karma.

He noticed how nervous you're getting and held you closer to calm you down. Your hair puffed up out of embarrassment. He gave your hair a little ruffle.

"Its okay. If they ever tease you about it I'll make sure that is the last time they'll tease you." He said in his monotone voice with a flirtatious tone, as if he knows how much you liked him.

Welp... he probably does, you've been showing quite alot of hints before such as randomly giving him gifts (mostly handmade plushies), giving him compliments and etc. but you're a guy so he probably just see's it as a 'friendly' gesture which upsets you a little.

"(M/n). Lets get going. The train is here" Said the the light blue haired male as he took both of your luggages inside the train.

You nodded and followed him from behind. The inside of the train is so.... woah... its very luxury.

You clinged onto Itona as you guys were trying to find a seat for the both of you.

"Yo ! Itona ! (M/n) ! over here! " Okaijima's voice startled you. You saw Okaijima and Maehara staring at you weirdly.

Itona noticed the way they were staring at you and his eyes begans to dull and bloodlust filled his body. Koro-sensei immediately stopped him and calmed him down.

He took multiple deep breaths so calm himself down, after Koro sensei left the scene he glared at those two guys making them shiver down to their spine.

You and Itona went to your guy's seat and enjoyed the whole ride with your crush literally by your side.

During the whole ride, you and Itona got to know eachother more and more..

As you were conversing with him, he went thru his bag to search for something. He pulled the item he was looking for and gave it to you.

its your favourite flower...

Your eyes began to glisten, your heartbeat begins to fasten and your cheeks turns into a soft pink tint, It feels like falling inlove for the first time again. Your eyes fluttered, you felt as if you were hit by a calm cool breeze.

"For you, you told me you like 「favourite flower」."

The whole class stopped what they were doing and was paying attention to the both of you. Karma as usual pulled up his camera so he could use it as blackmail and tease you by showing you the pictures/videos he took. You tried to ignore them and placed your attention all to Itona.

You were nervous but you gave him a soft smile.

"Thank you Itona-kun."

This time, instead of you having a face red as Karma's hair its Itona !

You chuckled at his reaction.

(Part 3)

You guys finally arrived at your guy's destination. As you were taking your luggage out of the space you put your luggage at, you felt Itona's hands intertwined with yours. You smiled at the male and told him that you promise you'll hold his hands again after you got out your luggage it was kinda heavy so you had a hard time taking it out.

After you got it out you held Itona's hand again and walked to the place where Koro-Sensei told everyone to gather at.

Koro-sensei lectured us about the rules that'll be set during the whole field trip, gave us keys to our ryokan rooms and told us to gather up again for dinner. There will be two different ryokans, one for girls and one for boys. for each room, there will be two people in it.

Which means, for the ryokan that us boys will stay in will take up 8 rooms from the ryokan while the girls will take 6 room, one of the rooms will have 3 people.

Koro-sensei assigned me and Itona as roomates, he definitely has catched up on whats going on with me and Itona.

Itona puts his hands onto my shoulders and I looked at him with a smile.

"Itona-kun,lets go !" I said as i held his hands and walk him to our room.

"Its pretty nice dont you think ?" You asked as you opened the door to you guy's shared rooms.

He nodded as the both of you entered the room.

You took one of the futons provided by the ryokan and lay it on the tatami mat so you could lay down before Koro-sensei tells you guys to gather up.

"Im so excited for tomorrow! Its been a while since I went to the beach! What about you Itona-kun ? Are you excited ?" You said as you stuttered a little but compared to earlier, you've improved alot ! You're slowly getting out of your shell but only with Itona, around others you're still the same ol' shy (M/n).

"Yes. I am, I am most excited to see you in your swimming suit (M/n.)" He said with his expressionless face as his cheeks turned red. You forgot how straightforward he can get and you can't believe what you just heard.

After dinner----

After dinner you and Itona went back to your shared room and chilled for a few hours until its the appropriate time to sleep, you were busy crocheting something for him to the point where you didnt realize that he was hugging you from behind.

"Itona-kun..."

"(M/n)... Its already late, we should *yawn* go to sleep." He said in his still monotone voice but sleepier

"Dont worry, I'll cuddle you when you sleep" he added.

You tried not to blush again but you failed. Instead of nodding you hugged him back.

When you hugged him, it caused the both of you to accidentally fell onto the ground but thank god theres a pillow saving his head from getting a concussion.

You realized that you were laying on top of him but honestly you didn't care (you actually cared, you were about to get up but Itona's hands were on your back so you just stayed there), you continued laying on his chest as his hands stroke your back.

The both of you were so sleepy to the point you guys slept in this position till morning.

(Part 4)

You woke up and your face turned red because you realized that you were sleeping on Itona's chest. You got up to give yourself a little stretch before you start the day off.

You changed into your yukata since you'll be using the onsen that's provided by the ryokan to bathe. You also took a towel with you. You made sure that it's still early so nobody sees you.

You went into the locker room and took off all your clothes basically leaving you naked, you cover your bottom part with a towel tied to your waist.

You went to the bath and relaxed there for around 30 minutes, as much as you wanted to relax for a little longer, you're afraid that others will see you so you rinsed of your body, dried it, put on some deodorant and slipped your yukata back on.

You went back to your room to only be greeted with a frustrated looking Itona, its as if he was looking for something and is frustrated because he cant find it. When Itona spotted you, he tackled you to the ground. Almost kissing you.

"I..Itona-kun, are you okay ?" You said as you put your hands on his back.

"Where did you go. I was so worried when I woke up not seeing you in my arms." He said, holding you tighter.

"I'm sorry, I was bathing in the onsen, I went there early so people wont see me..." He looks at you and sighed.

"It's okay, at least you're safe. I wont hesitate to assassinate whoever who dares to harm you, whether its on purpose or not." You, being oblivious you thought he said those words because he sees you as an amazing friend and wanted to protect you like how he protects his other friends (YOU STUPID ASS HE LIKES YOU HOE...)

A few hours later

Its finally time ! We're going to the beach! You took your swim wear and a towel as you waited for Itona to get his stuff.

He finally finished and held your hand as a way to signal you that he's ready to go.

The both of you went to change your clothes first, you changed from the yukata you were wearing earlier to some swimming trunks. You were kind of nervous because you're really insecure about your body since unlike you classmates, abs are something that you don't have.

You waited for Itona and felt a small tap on your shoulders, you thought it was Itona, to your disappointment it was actually Okaijima and Maehara but this time they weren't really acting all weird but they just had an average conversation with you and Okaijima told you his plans on taking pictures of the girls, he has amazing photography skills but sadly he used those skills of his for the wrong thing.

You didn't realize that a pair of golden eyes were staring at you from behind because you we're conversing with Okaijima and Maehara. He approached the three of you and gave the other two boys his death glare, in the other hand, he gave you his usual stare.

Okaijima and Maehara took their leave as fast as possible while Itona was too busy staring at your shirtless body.

You saw the way he was looking at you and got very nervous. He was staring at how feminine your body looks, well... Nagisa also has a feminine body but at least he has light abs! You dont even have any !

"You look very beautiful (M/n)." Those 4 words directed to you was enough to make your heart flutter.

"Thank you... you also look very handsome Itona-kun" You can feel your body heat rising, such embarrassing feelings...

The both of you went to the beach to see everyone there, you wave at Nagisa since he's the only few people who acknowledged your existence (other than Itona,Okaijima and Maehara) and his friends then place your attention back to Itona.

You were just casually conversing with him until you saw Nagisa approaching you.

"(M/n) ! Itona ! Do you guys want to play beach volleyball with us ?"

You hesitated for a second but agreed since you feel like its your time to shine !

You're never really open about your interest in sports but you're pretty good at volleyball so why not.

Itona disagreed and said that he would rather watch instead.

After the game !

Whilst you were playing earlier, you saw Okaijima took pictures of the girls who were playing beach volleyball with you guys and you mentally face palmed yourself.

You and your team won the game ! You were happy but you always see yourself giving subtle glances at Itona.

It was getting late and most of your classmates are already packing but you and Itona were still there.

The sound of the shore and the smell of the salty sea feels more romantic than it was earlier.

The both of you sat on the dry sand as you guys watch the beautiful sunset, the colors of the sky reflected to the water which made the atmosphere much more calming.

You felt Itona's hand brushed agaisnt your's which made your heart beats faster. You didn't think nothing much of it until you feel both of Itona's hands intertwined with yours making you face him.

"(M/n)..." This was the first time you saw him getting nervous.

"I like you. Will you be my boyfriend?" You felt your cheeks lit up and said....

"Itona-kun... I.. I also like you, and *giggles* yes, I would love to be your boyfriend." You gave him a gentle smile and felt his forehead touching yours as he leans in for a kiss, you were surprised but kissed him back

His lips were soft.

You were lost in thought. It feels like you've finally felt eternal happiness.

The both of you broke the kiss at the same time. You saw the male looking very flustered, you yourself was surprise because of how many emotions/expressions he showed today.

You chuckled and gave him a peck on the cheeks.

The both of you were enjoying eachothers company then Koro-sensei pop out of nowhere.

"YES ! My plan of having a beach field trip to set the both of you guys up worked ! Fufufu~ you two have fun~" The yellow octopus said with a big smile. (as if his smile aint big enough) Then he left the scene, running in zigzags while giggling.

Me and Itona were kinda of confused but you broke the silence with a tiny giggle. He was getting kind of flustered as he just realized that the whole trip his brother planned was to set him and you up. Your tiny giggle made him even more flustered so he kissed you to shut you up.

Bonus !!

It was the end of the trip, you and Itona who is now you boyfriend walked to the train station that Koro-Sensei told us to gather up. As we were walking we saw our classmates went like 'oooooooooh' to tease us since they probably already know because Koro-sensei told them.

Itona held you closer since he didn't really understand why his classmates went 'oooooh' when they see you and him together but c'mon- he's still new to all of this and wants you and only you to be his first and his last.

-FIN. :D

#itona x reader #itona horibe #itona x male reader #x male reader #male reader #assassination classroom #assassination classroom x male reader #one shot #aesthetic #gay #mlm #nblm #hashtag #lmao what #karma akabane #nagisa shiota #korosensei #assassination classroom x reader #x reader

[writefightandflightclub]

Thank you so much!! I absolutely adored your finnpoe x reader fic series- oh my god!

The small headcanon: firstly, I love the readers personality!!! But I was wondering if poe/finn would have fallen for a reader who's shy, reserved, introverted and sensitive? Someone's who's kinda a pushover for others and is very sweet to everyone, even when it's undeserved. Don't get me wrong, I love the readers personality sm, but I'm not a badass like they are 🙈 even though I wish I was.

I hope this is ok, tysm for sharing your writing with us!!!

Okay! First of all, thank you! 😀 I’m super glad you enjoyed that series 🙏🧡

Second of all, I just want to say that you can be shy, reserved, introverted, and sensitive and ALSO be a badass! There are loadsa different ways to be awesome and badass, and sometimes it looks the way reader was here, sure… but sometimes it looks different! (I just needed you to know that! 🥹)

Third: would Poe / Finn have fallen for a shy!Reader? WOULD THEY?

Yes!!

Finn and Poe would be smitten!

(I do have some Poe x reader fics with shy!reader e.g. mixed signals if you wanna check that one out!)

Here are some very quick thoughts below, specifically on Oe falling for a shy!reader. (Sorry I don’t have time for more depth here! If I had more time I’d include hcs before and after relationship, and I’d also include Finn to match the fic, but the first thing that came into my head was this little story with Poe. Hope that’s alright! 🧡).

Below the cut. Fluff only, probably typos.

You make me shy: Poe Dameron x shy!GN!reader (ficlet/hcs)

Poe is a talker, okay? He’s not sure he even knows what it feels like to be shy. It doesn’t really happen to him? But, he’s an understanding guy, and he’s been around a lot of different folk in his time, particularly in his years as part of the cobbled together Resistance. He understands that everyone is different, has different needs and preferences, and interacts differently. He knows that everyone has strengths and talents and that they don’t always look one way. He goes on like he’s some hotshot, at times, but at the end of the day he generally understands that he’s part of a team, and he’s well aware of all the people working quietly behind that scenes that the whole operation depends on. And, as much as he likes to sing his own praises, he also hates for other people’s contributions to go unnoticed or under-appreciated.

Okay, and then, there’s you.

Poe notices you right away when you arrive on base. In fact, he does a double-take as he watches you in the queue of new recruits, waiting at the hatch to the supply wing for your first uniform bundle. He kicks back on a nearby crate with his morning caf, casually people-watching and monitoring activities across base, but also scoping out the new Rebels. Seeing what he and the Resistance might have to work with. Looking for early indications of personalities and dynamics which might be assets - or liabilities.

At first, his head whips back to you because he thinks you’re damn good-looking, but he continues to be captivated for other reasons. He notes that the other recruits have started chatting in-line, bunching up and forming small bundles and groups, whilst you are standing more solitary, looking down at the duracrete and gently scuffing your boot back and forth over the surface.

Next, Poe notices that one of the bigger, muscular recruits clearly fancies himself a leader (in all the wrong ways), rocking up to the queue and beginning to bark orders - somehow even convincing you to relinquish your spot so he can go ahead of you. Poe lets it play out for now, but he makes a mental note to keep an eye on that one.

Poe isn’t particularly interested in this guys bluster - he’s seen it all before, but he is interested when he sees you raise your arm in the air, announcing “wait”, as this big guy presses forward, halting him in his tracks. Poe unconsciously shifts towards the edge of his crate. Then, he watches you stoop to the floor and pick up something that no-one else in-line seems to have noticed, cupping it delicately in your hands and transferring it to a nearby flower. Poe watches you smile softly as you settle the little creature - which was likely about to get trampled - safely on to the plant, and he can’t help but smile along with you.

Now, that’s the kind of quality a Resistance member needs, he thinks. Heart.

He makes a mental note to keep an eye on you too. And, as he watches you shuffle to the back of the line after relinquishing your space for the little creature, Poe downs the dregs of his caf and decides to circle by the line. “You,” he says as he passes by, as casually as possible. He repeats your name when he reads it on your tag. Your head whips towards him, wide-eyed, but he gives you the warmest of smiles. “To the front.” He winks and nods at his buddy dishing out supplies from the hatch to confirm that’s okay, and all of the other recruits in the line turn to you then.

You shrink with all their eyes on you, but Poe’s smile is reassuring and steady and makes you feel better, even if you can barely look him in the eye.

Poe feels a pleasant heat crawl up his neck as you shyly meet his gaze. Kriff, you’re cute. He gestures again towards the front of the line. “Look sharp, Recruit. Your bundle’s waiting.”

Finally, you snap out of it and nod, flashing him a kind smile, and Poe is taken aback by how much he melts when you look at him all flustered like that. You head to the front of the line, and stars, you haven’t said a word to him yet, but as Poe presses on towards the hangar, all day he can’t stop thinking about how he really wants to talk to you some more.

This same theme continues.

Poe notices you.

As a Commander, it’s part of his job to identify strengths, and oh boy, you have an abundance of them. You pick up on things others do not. Come up with fresh angles on plans once you’ve had a chance to step back and reflect. You’re not prone to being blinkered by ego or a desire for approval or attention, and as such, your carefully devised plays usually prove to be solid.

You care. You’re good and kind, and that’s something Poe values highly.

Poe always makes sure to give you credit for your great ideas too, even when you don’t wish to take it (or on those occasions where someone else tries to steal credit for the ideas you whisper in their ear through briefings) and you quickly find your spot on base where you’re able to excel. You may not be out in the field throwing punches, but Poe watches your determination, optimism, and cool head as a tactician. Poe finds it hard to keep a cool head, and he admires that trait in you.

So, while you personally feel you’re blending into the background… unbeknownst to you, you’re often at the forefront of Poe’s mind.

All the while, Poe remains keen to get to know you better.

He’s a talker, after all, so he knows how to put people at ease during a conversation. You find it easy to build a rapport with him as he’s so open and warm and genuine - wickedly funny too - and he admires the sincere and thoughtful way you communicate. Once you see that he doesn’t mind if you get embarrassed or stumble over your words, you find it easier to be around him too.

Poe starts to learn more about you, and is always bigging you up at any opportunity he gets. You don’t think anything of it though, because -after all- Poe is nice to everyone who’s nice. However, you somehow ease into a friendship, with Poe seeking your sound judgement out often to feel out his more, ahem, impulsive plans. Coming to you for some deeper, more intimate conversations when he tires of the bustle of base. He trusts you with his deeper fears and worries, in confidence, and you begin to see a side of the pilot he has scarcely dared to show to anyone else.

Poe stands up for you, and always encourages you to stand up for yourself too. “I’m just sayin’. You need to know your worth. You’re kind to everyone, and not everyone deserves it.” Poe had melted when you had softly replied to him. “Poe. Some of the Rebels have X-Wings or blasters or their fists. This? This is how I fight.” Poe’s eyes mist over, and he swallows the lump in his throat. A watery smile spreads over his face, and he wraps his hand around the back of your neck, leaning in to plant a soft kiss to the middle of your forehead.

You do take what he says on board, eventually, and get better over time at setting boundaries, realising it’s okay to have standards on how people can treat you. You get better at putting yourself first sometimes, and appreciating that you deserve that kindness for yourself too. But you never stop wearing your heart on your sleeve, and Poe makes clear that he loves you for it, and for so many other things besides.

You just don’t realise how much he loves you for it.

Not until one night, when the two of you are alone together, watching the latest holo movie in your quarters.

You watch the main character fighting their way through a slew of cave beasts, and you breathe softly: “I wish I could be a badass like them.” Like you, Poe, you secretly add in your head.

You sigh, and the movie is about a quarter way through by the time you realise Poe isn’t even watching it.

He’s just looking at you.

You turn to him, his gaze soft but heavy when you look into his eyes. You drop your own gaze to his lips, forgetting yourself for a moment with his proximity, and as soon as his mouth is perceived it’s as though it won’t stop confessing. As if it had been too long for him to hold it in and he can’t hold it in anymore.

“I really want to kiss you,” he breathes, voice soft and cautious and heavy with feeling. He searches your eyes for fear that he has mis-stepped, and your eyes shine softly with disbelief, but he carries on. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since the first time I saw you in line.”

You blink and shake your head. “What?!” This can’t be right, surely?

A soft smile lilts across his face. “You pushed Bluto right out of the way. To save this little bug. You stood up to the biggest asshole on base, because that little thing needed you.”

Your eyes brim with tears, a swell of emotion you can’t name yet.

“Nobody cares about those kriffing things,” Poe continues. “They’re everywhere. A kriffing menace. They get in the engines and munch the wires. Everyone else swats them away or stomps ‘em.” His eyes shine softly now with the light of a thousand stars. “But you did. You cared. And you still don’t get it, do you? You care - about being kind. About doing the right thing. Even when it’s hard. Even when it’s scary. Even when no-one notices. And if that’s not badass? Stars, I don’t know what is.”

By this time, tears are spilling over on to your cheeks and Poe gently slips his hands around the back of your neck in this familiar gesture, the heat of his palm warming you.

Even now, you expect him to lean in and bestow his usual forehead kiss upon you… but this time, his face tilts to position with his lips hovering only moments from yours.

“Can I kiss you?”

You feel his words against your cheek.

Breath hitching, you fist your hands into his shirt, but even so, you can’t bring yourself to give in to him just yet, and your breath merely trembles in the space between you. “You… like me? Wh- Why did you never say anything, Poe?”

“Honestly?” he says bashfully, moving his hand to cup your cheek. “You made me kinda shy.”

Poe Dameron? Shy?

And, with that confession, when you finally drag him into you for a kiss, somehow you are crying and laughing at the same time.

When Poe’s lips meet yours, they are soft. So very soft, just like you had imagined they would be.

Stars.

You’d wanted to kiss him since your first day on base.

All this time, you’d just been a little shy.

#Poe Dameron x reader #shy!reader

[jkoo-njoo]

College crush - 3

summary : college au l when the frontier between a crush and an obsession blurs, how can you draw the line?

pairing : shy n clingy bf! jk × black fem! reader

genre : fluff, soft yandere | headcanons

word count : 2150, on going story

warnings : stalking, fixation, home intrusion

author’s note : Hi loves ! This is supposed to be the second to last chapter of this story, but I don’t feel like ending it so soon. I’m still hesitating on wether to write a sequel in the form of drabbles or just add 2 or 3 more chapters instead of just one. You tell me what you would prefer most (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) Enjoy my angels ~ ♡

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3/ the moth searching for light through darkness, with hope

- the first time : just reaching out to you

Jungkook was really set on taking the leap of faith and sending you a message directly.

he is very nervous but also confident that you will appreciate this gesture because he has backup :

a few days ago, after the bi-weekly photography class, he followed you a bit around before going home

you went to grab coffee with some of your friends at the local café

and he just sat at a table behind you lot, making sure not to be noticeable

he was glad that you and your friends had the habit of talking a bit loudly so he didn’t have to sit right next to you to listen to your discussions

anyways

what he heard that day left him completely speechless

you guys were talking about the type of actions you’d consider romantic from a significant other and what you’d love to experience

best believe he was absolutely tuned in when it was your turn to speak

and that’s when he heard you say that you were a delusional and hopeless romantic that would really love to have a secret admirer that sent you letters and gifts

everyone clowned you and kept telling you to give it up because it would never gonna happen

but he, on the other hand, couldn’t be happier

he was going to make your dream happen, with the upmost joy doing it.

fast forward to today, with Jungkook going insane over trying to choose the perfect first-letter-from-a-secret-admirer between the 3 piles of tens of already written letters he had in his room

he settled for this one short letter :

“Like a bee drawn to a flower, I am endlessly attracted to your being, your beauty and existence essential for my survival.“

he signed — your secret admirer not yet ready to put any indication about his identity

he folded it with great care and put the message in a beige ancient style letter that he sealed with red wax

he hesitated on perfuming the letter or not but he eventually decided against it, because what if you don’t like the odor and throw away his letter, rejecting him before even checking him out ?

he was ready to go all out for you, but that didn’t mean he wanted to take reckless risks

he truly wanted to make an impact on you in the best way possible. And that included being very meticulous

when he was done, he walked up to the building next to his and deposited the letter in your letter box, whilst shaking uncontrollably the entire time

he did that in the middle of the day, so he figured he’d check the day after if you opened your letter box

he went there 3 days in a row and noticed that you didn’t really check your letter box that often

so he went against one of the main restrictions he imposed on himself : not to go all the way up to your front door.

but he did. and from now, he’d give you letters by putting them in between the front door and the wall, just above the handle so you’d inevitably notice them immediately every single time.

- the second time : being too greedy

this little back & forth of him writing letters and giving them to you lasted a few weeks

he would send you letters every 2 to 3 days, and they would vary in length but never in substance

they would always be very light and easy to read, whilst intensely dripping with passion and love

the one he sent you yesterday was :

“if anyone ever asks me which is more important between my life and yours, I would tell them that I have died to myself and that I live only for you.”

he was taking his secret admirer job very seriously.

and judging by the way you would take all of his letters and not throw them out — he regularly checked the dumpster assigned to your building — you were visibly enjoying it.

one day, the routine got interrupted when he came up to drop off the LLOTD [love letter of the day] and…. your door was unlocked.

in his defense : he was sliding the letter between the door and the wall like he always did, but this particular time it didn’t want to stay in place ; the letter kept falling

so he grabbed the handle to have more balance while trying to make the letter fit in the crevace

then the handle just… moved. and opened the door.

he didn’t even do it on purpose like,,, it just opened ???

and now he was standing there, frozen in the middle of the hallway with the handle still in his hand, unable to move.

his hands inevitably start to sweat because even if he’s stuck, he knows what he wants to do ; but he can’t bring himself to do it.

he has always dreamed of entering your place. He has been wanting this for so long.

and there was now a golden opportunity to fulfill this dream……. he couldn’t let it pass by him. He just couldn’t bring himself to close the door and go home

so… he enters.

he is absolutely delighted to be in your space ; but he’s also getting very overwhelmed

there is so much to look at, so much to smell, so much to admire and ingrain in his brain

he gives himself like 5 minutes to get around and puts on a timer to make sure to go out on time.

you are living alone so your room’s decoration is very sweet & unique

also meticulously clean and organized

though he takes notes that he should buy you a basket to put your fruits in it, and a duvet cover so you can snuggle your cute self inside, and more plushies to horn your bed

he cannot wait until the time he gets to decorate this place with his own special touch too

the timer goes off indicating that it was time to go back to his place

he pushes the letter between the front door & the wall, then leaves

he was in such a state of euphoria that when he got back to his place he wrote like 5 letters in one sitting

when he noticed that you never really locked your door but just shut it, and since he knows your schedule by heart, he starts breaking into your home a bit more often over time

each time, he tries as hard as he can to not touch or move anything

he only verifies that you do not throw his letters by checking your bins, and lays on your bed while daydreaming of cuddling with you on it while watching movies, or play with you on your pc set up

he is very careful to not do anything that would make you notice that someone is coming into your place while you’re not there, because he doesn’t want you to be scared.

he would never deliberately cause you to be uncomfortable, afraid or to resent him

but it’s getting harder and harder everyday to not touch or take anything when he wants to go back to his place with each and every object that you use as a souvenir

he’s getting tormented…

so close, yet so far from the goal,,,, it was driving him crazy.

- at the same time : a curious appreciation

it’s been a few weeks since you’ve been regularly receiving love letters from a secret admirer

you would be lying if you said that you weren’t completely enjoying and indulging in it

at the beginning, you thought that it was a prank, because it was just so random & the timing was almost too perfect since you started receiving letters right after that one discussion with your friends

but it started being more recurrent, and it progressively made you flattered to receive such sustained and lovely attention

the words of this admirer were sure having a strong effect you.

so much that you kept absolutely every single one of their letters in a little box hidden in your nightstand

nowadays, you were catching yourself waiting for their letters or thinking about their words more than once throughout your day

you didn’t talk about it to your friends because you didn’t want them to make fun of you ; or worse : that one of them admits that this has all been a big joke and that it was all fake

this is your own little secret that you keep between you and your heart

and it’s just letters, beautiful letters at that. The admirer does not seem to be a creep, so you’re safe. There’s no need to alert anyone… right ?

at some point, you’ve tried to find out about the identity of your admirer.

the only information that you have at the moment is their signature : they sign every single letter with the mention — your secret admirer

you do not even know their gender. This is as anonymous as it gets like you cannot make this up

you have no idea about who it could be : no one in your social circle or the circle of your closest friends seems to be a good enough pretender to this spot, so it was surely intriguing you

but what you do know is that you are going to meet them soon. You have to.

- the rest of the time… too far gone to go back

eventually, one of your hoodie disappears. Like straight up vanishes.

you noticed it because you were looking for something to wear as lazy pajamas and it was one of your appointed “trash clothes” to put on

it is not that serious though like you must’ve just lost it.

So you wore something else and went on with your life, not caring much about that.

a few days later, you received a letter from your secret admirer.

it was weird because they haven’t sent you anything in like 10 days ; that was very out of character for them.

so, you were relieved to receive something from them again, but this letter was rather unusual

it wasn’t a poem ; but an apology.

the title was “please pardon me my love” and their writing was very clumsy, like they’ve been shaking while writing it.

in the letter, they admit that they took your hoodie — you assume that it must be the one that you lost the other day. They apologize for it by saying that they just wanted to have a piece of you with them and knowing that you didn’t value this particular hoodie that much they couldn’t help themselves. They promise to buy you absolutely every clothes that you want, and that they’ll replace the hoodie with a new one of your taste by tomorrow. At the end, they beg for your forgiveness and implore you to not stop loving them ; some water drops that you assume to be dried out tears adorning their words.

if you were being honest, you really couldn’t care less about the hoodie disappearing ; but it did make you feel kinda uncomfy knowing that they intruded your sacred space

their confession made you reflect on the past few days, and validated the feelings of confusion and uneasiness you felt seeing some of your belongings slightly changing places sometimes while you did not recall moving them yourself

you were definitely not crazy nor were you having hallucinations.

despite this… you still couldn’t find it in you to fear them or worry in any way.

like, they just took a hoodie that you didn’t care about. This was harmless, right ?

so, for the first time since the beginning of this whole ordeal : you decide to write an answer to them

you didn’t take yourself too seriously : you told them that you weren’t mad about the hoodie, but that the next time they come in here they better clean up your place a bit because you were pretty busy at the moment and didn’t have the time to do so

you would leave it on your desk tomorrow and see what happens

but for now, it was time to sleep and rest. Or at least try.

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Hello! Here are several questions to help build your FAQ post.

1. I am thinking of submitting a fic or two for review, but I don’t have an AO3 yet. Do you accept fics posted on tumblr or should I wait until I have them uploaded on AO3?

2. Do you require any specific tags be added to the fics you review? Either so you can find them to read them or so that they are labeled with some kind of tag post-review?

3. Is there anything your team is NOT willing to read/review (content, topic, theme, pairings, etc)? (This last one is mostly to look out for you guys. Boundaries are important!)

Hello and good morning! Thank you so much for these questions! We really, really appreciate them. We will be responding here as well as add them to our FAQs master post. 1. We accept any BG3 fanfic regardless of platform. AO3 is easier to manage because of how it's structured due to the collection feature, as well as with the tags, but since not all writers (and especially writers just starting out) will have access to AO3, we don't want to exclude anyone at all. We are investigating the possibility of adding external work to the AO3 collection (the platform seems to allow for that), so differing platforms shouldn't present a problem to the review queue system we have in place at present. 2. We're not entirely sure if you mean a specific 'review' tag on AO3 or the general principle of tagging, so we will try to answer on both fronts (more in the answer to question 3). We don't require any particular tags be added on AO3 in additional tags, since authors submit their work through our asks. That said, it's not actually a bad idea that authors simply submit their work to the BG3 Fic Reviews Queue collection themselves. That would remove the step of submitting an ask, and since the collection is moderated by us we will be able to see when authors submit their work to us. (We are still working on the best way to optimise our work pipeline, so to speak, so this is an interesting idea. We don't want to spend too much time searching for work on AO3, as we would like to focus on reading and reviewing and get those out as soon as is feasible.)

3. We are open to any and all fic, regardless of topic, trope or tag. Different members of our team do have different areas we prefer (or that we avoid), but we are firmly pro-fic and not shy to engage with heavy or controversial content as a team/project. As such, we do ask that, regardless of platform, authors have as inclusive/extensive a tag list as possible (as is the standard practice on AO3) so that we can navigate our triggers and areas of interest effectively. We really appreciate the consideration and care you have extended by asking this particular question, and have discussed this at length amongst ourselves prior to launching the BG3 Fic Reviews blog and it is an ongoing discussion that we take very seriously, both for the sake of our team members but the writing and reading community more generally. @tavyliasin has written an extensive and informative post on the importance of tagging over on her blog, and we share her views on the matter and honestly couldn't say it much better than she herself has. We highly encourage writers (and readers) to give her essay on the matter a read, and in so doing you will also have an idea of our own positioning on this matter.

Thank you so much for these thoughtful questions and for engaging with us, and we look forward to hearing more from you should you have any more questions or suggestions! All the best, The BG3 Fic Review team

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