birthday kisses - choi seungcheol
paring: seungcheol x gn!reader
warnings: kissing, established relationship, fluff
wordcount: 500
seungcheol wanted to surprise you, it was your birthday after all. he planned everything; like taking you to this new restaurant you’ve been telling him about for weeks now. he even bought you a gift, something he’s wanted to get you for a while now and he thought your birthday would be the perfect time to give it to you. you wear your cutest and prettiest outfit and get ready to go, all happy and excited.
when you both get back home it’s late. you’re in the bedroom in front of the vanity, removing your jewellery as seungcheol comes up to you, his hands wrapping around your waist as he leaves a soft kiss on your temple.
“i have another gift for you baby”, he says, looking at you in the mirror. you give him an amused look through the mirror before turning around to face him. “there’s more?”, you ask, surprised. he’d been giving you gifts throughout the day so you really thought that the pretty ring he gifted you was the last one.
“you deserve the moon baby, i’ll get that for you one day too”, he says, giving you a wink, making you chuckle at his silly words.
“what’s this gift now?”, you ask, resting your hands on his shoulders. he smiles down at you as you look up at him in anticipation. "saved the best one for last", he tells, looking at you with a glint in his eyes, his dimple peeking out. "what is it?", you ask, curious.
“kisses”, is all he says and you don’t even have time to tell him anything else before he’s kissing your cheek and soon you’re being attacked by his soft kisses all over your face. “cheol!”, you tell, laughing. but your words go unheard as he finally kisses your lips, knocking the air out of you. he always kissed you breathlessly. his lips move against yours and he pulls you closer against him as you tangle your fingers in his hair. he pulls away, looks at you and kisses you again and again and again.
“seungcheol!”, you tell against his lips, giggling. “i think that’s enough”, you add, looking at him. “oh no, baby, we’re not done. you’ve only gotten ten kisses", he says, looking at you seriously. you just stare back at him. “counting now are we?”, you ask, amused.
“you’re getting as many kisses as you’re turning today baby, he adds, capturing your lips again and kissing you sweetly. “hm that’s eleven now”, you whisper against his lips. "happy birthday", he says sweetly as he kisses you again.
and by the time you’ve gotten all your kisses, you’re a happy, giddy mess.
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I like to think that Spock never gets jealous when Kirk flirts with other people, because he knows he doesn't mean anything by it and more often than not he's doing it in the line of duty (the "T" actually stands for "honeypot").
But then one time he gets caught up in the labs and when he finally arrives in the rec room for his promised chess game with Kirk, Kirk has started playing without him with some random crewmember and worse yet the guy is actually kind of good and making Kirk work for his victory and Spock is the only one who makes Kirk look that exact mix of amused and frustrated what the hell is going on since when are they playing chess with other people
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On the eve of The Unknowing, Jon and Martin find comfort in each other's arms.
Rating: E
Fandom: The Magnus Archives
Pairing: Jonathan Sims/Martin Blackwood
Words: 18k (complete)
Tags: first kiss, first time, porn with feelings, angst and porn, trans Martin, ace Jon
Excerpt:
“Martin,” Jon says, frail. Martin blinks, a flick of lashes, glazing his eyes gold in the low light. Jon squeezes his hands. “This- this might be the last—”
“Oh, come on,” Martin huffs, dropping his eyes. “Jon- don’t— Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t-” Martin bites his lip, but not before Jon’s seen it quiver. The patchy hair dusting his neck—would it be prickly against Jon’s skin?—undulates, throat in turmoil beneath.
“Come on,” Martin says again, a plea.
Jon closes his eyes, and the energy in his body buzzes all the brighter. He furrows his brow. Exhales. “So, I waited too long.”
Sudden and sharp, Martin’s hands clench. It startles Jon’s eyes open.
“Of course not,” Martin says, a rush. “God, I just—” he laughs, utterly vacant of joy, “it’s just- it’s shit timing, isn’t it?”
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Salmon
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I mean, they are pretty dang close. I can just imagine him using that as an excuse to convince MC to let him cook.
Solomon: Let me cook this MC! I can't mess it up, salmon is practically my name!
MC: ... do you think I'm an idiot?
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