#love love love the squashed together cheeks ♡

[moonstruckme]

Ik you're probably busy rn and you don't have to write this ir you don't wanna-

So remus with. Sensitive reader? Like i, personally, get teary any time someone yells at me or is angry ot condescending and i feel like even though Remus is th sweetest person ever when it comes to scolding, being reprimanded by my favourite person would so make me cry.

And we all know that Remus can get abit hot headed around the full moon so maybe smth along hurt/comfort w that ❤️

Thank you for requesting lovely <3

cw: weed, mention of vomit (no description of any kind, just a brief reference)

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 755 words

You steal the blunt from between Remus’ lips, holding out your bag of crisps as a trade. 

He accepts, side-eyeing you in a way you choose to interpret as playful. Although you know the days leading up to the full moon are hell for Remus, neither of you mind this part so much. You’d prepared last weekend, stocking your shared flat with lavish quantities of chocolate and weed which you allow yourself to sample as payment for your efforts and general good-girlfriend standing. You think you’ve done a decent job; your boyfriend is lax on the couch next to you, the space between his brows wonderfully smooth and free of the wrinkles that accrue there when he’s having one of his migraines. 

“Alright, you’re done after that,” he says as you inhale.

“What?” You let your mouth drop open in faux indignation, a giggle building in your chest. “No fair.” 

“Mhm.” He crunches noisily on a crisp, mindless of your pouting. “You’ve had enough, dove.” 

“Fine."

He leans forward for the blunt and you hold it for him as wraps his lips around it, exhaling the smoke with an insouciant expertise. He reaches forward to take it from between your fingers, but you move quickly, leaning away from his reach to take a swift hit. You imagine the smoke curling and winding in your lungs as you suck in a great breath. You blow it out the corner of your mouth, your lips twisting into a grin. 

Remus isn’t smiling. 

“Are you serious?”

His tone is incredulous, and your giggly high fades as you realize he’s not joking. 

“I just said you’ve had enough,” he fumes, snatching the blunt from you and squashing it into the ashtray on the coffee table. “Are you trying to green out? Because I’m not in the mood to clean up your vomit.”

Your mouth has gone dry. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. 

Remus huffs, closing his eyes and tilting his head towards the ceiling. Your face burns. He’s exhausted with you.

“Why would you do that?” he asks, and though his tone has cooled slightly, the exasperation is almost worse.

“I don’t know,” you say. Your voice comes out squeaky and wrong. “I’m really sorry.” 

He looks over at you, some of the storminess clearing from his expression. 

“I thought we were playing, I—I wasn’t trying to—“ You take a shuddering breath, trying to keep the wetness in your eyes from escaping. “I won’t throw up, I promise.” 

“Hey.” He sounds almost confused, but it morphs quickly into alarm when you blink and a tear skids down your face. “Hey, don’t cry.” 

“I’m sorry.” You push your fingertips into your eyes as if you can forcibly dam the flow. Your skin is hot to the touch. “I’m not trying to.” 

“Dove, come on.” Remus’ hands encircle your wrists. He pulls them towards him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so harsh.” 

“No, you’re right.” Your voice quavers. “I wasn’t taking you seriously.” 

“I didn’t need to be stern with you,” he says, tone firm but soft as he raises your hands to his lips, brushing a kiss across your knuckles. “It was a misunderstanding. I shouldn’t have gone off on you like that.” 

You press your lips together, unsure how to respond but resolute on stopping your tears. 

Remus frowns. He sets your hands down carefully, using his thumbs to chase soothe over the hot tracks on your cheeks. 

“Sirius always says I get bitchy this time of the month,” he murmurs. A little laugh startles out of you, and he grins. You get the sense that was his aim. “Thank you for dealing with me when I get like this.” He kisses the tip of your nose. “I know you don’t have to, and I appreciate it. I’ll try to keep a better leash on my temper.” 

“I always want to deal with you,” you laugh, following it with a sniffle. “I think I need to keep a better leash on my delicate sensibilities.” 

“I love your sensibilities,” Remus argues. He mushes your face affectionately between his hands. “I’m sorry for scolding you, sweetheart. Do you feel sick?” 

You take hasty stock of yourself. You’ve definitely reached the point just past too much, but you’ll be okay. “Nope,” you report back happily. “But I do feel like I’d like some snacks, please.” 

Remus passes you the bag of crisps, then some chocolates, then a tin of biscuits. And you feast on kisses for the rest of the night.

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[angelwhisp3rs]

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Pairing: DI!Leon x Fem!Reader

Summary: Always at eachothers throats, they just don't know they've been doing that in a lot of ways.

Tags: Smut; fluff; p in v; oral (m); i imagined reader being 23-25 and leon in his late thirties; breeding kink; brush play (shh its hot don't judge it); reader is called bunny; daddy kink; enemies to ???; leon is a perfect soft dom; clit spanking;

Notes: hehe older leon makes heart go brr; also: i changed the characters in the header, bc jasmine and alladin looked whitewashed (i always put a filter on the header to tone down the colors on the collage bc i always think they look like a hot mess unfiltered). I wanted to apologize and explain to clear any misunderstanding, and i'm sorry to have ever caused any doubts, i aim to make this a safe space for everyone!

Minors do not interact!

Whenever they went on the field, the rest of the agency always wondered how they came back alive, seeming as if they could, they would the other by their own hands, no need for bio-weapons. They were always bickering, Leon with his cocky ways, and her with her serious and diligent one.

No one ever understood how they worked, but their results never lied: a mission that usually took weeks, was successfully squashed in days; their cases solved higher than anyone else’s in the whole organization.

Everyone kept teasing Leon for working with a “human leash”, while the women teased her for not trying anything with him, since he was so ‘perfect and dreamy’ - their words, she would rather be dead than ever say that.

It always bothered him how she was too correct. Always with a bun in her hair, and her squared glasses, she hated whenever they didn’t follow her plans, believing that Leon definitely had a death wish, and was pulling her into a suicide mission every time.

In her case, it bothered her that he was a show-off, always doing way more than it was needed, just to prove how “awesome” and “skilled” he was. While fighting with an infected with chainsaws, instead of just walking back, he just did a fucking flip. Why?? He saved the president’s daughter, for fucks sake, there was no need to prove people that the was the goat. That encounter always made her seethe, since when he ended the battle, she only looked baffled at him as his cocky smirk never fell once from his stupid, and way too handsome face.

On the field and in life, they always had their differences, wondering everyone how they kept being scheduled together, but with the interesting thing that life is, they managed to find just one place where they could meet their interests.

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“Just like that, bunny”, he grunted breathless, hips moving to meet her face, holding her hair in place.

Fucking her pretty throat as her eyes got teary, he felt how thigh and warm it always was, always begging to be fucked with his big cock. Her hair was down, her cheeks all blushy and she behaved beautifully on her knees, Leon sitting on his bed as he drilled into her sweet hole.

“Love fucking you like this. Always the perfect way to celebrate the end of our missions”

She whined in agreement, her face wet, as her spit coated his member and his heavy balls, since he hadn’t fucked his pretty toy in so long. She gagged and rolled her eyes back, loving being used as a fuck doll, seeing that hunk lose himself in pleasure as he used her smaller body.

“G’nna give my bunny her favorite meal”

He grunted out, cumming in her throat and making her swallow it all, watching as a line of spit connected her abused lips and the pink head of his fat cock. He had a relieved and proud smile as he panted, pulling her up to sit on his lap and pressing kisses to her overworked lips and sensitive neck.

“So proud, baby. Daddy's little throat sleeve, aren't you? Gonna reward you for being such a good little girl” 

He spread her legs as she sat on his lap, her hips squirming on his hold, making him hiss as she ground her perfect ass on his spent and sensitive member. At that, he slapped her right thigh, making her whine.

“Don't make me punish you, bunny. Daddy just wants to play properly with his toy”

“Too needy, daddy, ‘m sorry” 

Leon taking pity on her, managed to lock her legs apart with his strong ones, letting his fingertips travel through her soft skin.

“I know, baby girl. Bunny always needs her little cunt to be played with, and I've been neglecting you, hm? Don't worry, gonna reward you for being such a good doll for me”

With a slight and feathery touch, he caressed her thighs, moving up to the top of her mound, and descending to her wet and puffy cunt.

“Will you let me stretch and play with this hole, baby? Till you are too sore to close your legs?”

She whined in response, nodding eagerly.

“Yeah, it's gonna feel so nice, isn't it, bunny? Then, I'll use you some more since you are gonna display yourself so nicely for me”

As he said his filthy words, his teasing fingers began to softly touch her pussy up and down, just barely there. She was creamy for him as if he taught her pussy to get ready for his thick dick.

She tried inching her hips up, desperate for more friction, but he put his fingers away, slapping her clit. This made her keen and throb around the air, the pain feeling welcoming on her puffy, wet button.

“Fuck… I knew you were gonna enjoy that. Little sluts love to feel pain, right? And I just got the prettiest one to play with”

He spanked her cunt again, making her sob at the friction, her hunger heightening tenfold since it's been weeks since she felt any contact at all. 

“Daddy, please… need you to play with my pussy”

“Behave and I will then”

Taking pity on the girl, his fingers circled her clit with a little more pressure than the last time, his other hand scissoring her lips open to grant direct contact with her. She moaned and tried to keep her hips from moving, squirming just a little as his fingers brought her into delirium. 

“Good job, bunny. Let me use you, daddy's just gonna appreciate his bunny's little cunt.”

He stayed like this for minutes, till she creamed on his fingers, her thighs almost cramping from being spread like that. After she came, he massaged her legs, kissing her cheeks and jaw.

“That's it, baby, made me so proud. I know you are sensitive, but can daddy play with you some more?”

He asked as he pinched and rolled her erect nipples, making her clench again around nothing as she squirmed on top of him. She nodded, and he grabbed something from his nightstand that she couldn't see.

“Saw this on a video and almost came in my pants. Kept imagining myself playing with my baby like that as she made a mess”

He moved her to lay comfortably on the bed, letting her spread her legs again. He pressed an adoring kiss to her clit, making her moan. He chuckled, groaning at her taste on his lips.

“As much as I wanna eat this pussy, don't wanna overwhelm you. Later I will, angel” 

Then, he grabbed what he had hidden from her sight: a makeup brush. The bristles looked soft, with a round top. She looked at him curious and kinda unsure: is he seriously planning to fuck her with his thin thing?

He chuckled at her reaction. “Not gonna do what you think I will, doll. And I promised I washed it thoroughly before you came, I didn't want to harm you. Do you trust me?”

She nodded, and it was the truth. As she trusted him with her life on the field, she trusted him to heighten their pleasures to highs she had never felt. She was always pleasantly surprised whenever he planned something new, so she trusted him to make it good.

Sensing her newfound trust, he tentatively toyed with her clit as he brushed it gently, her hips twitching at the new feeling, not feeling bad at all.

“Good, bunny?”

“Yeah, daddy”

Glad with her approval, he kept “brushing” her cunt as if he was a painter making his new masterpiece. He always pressed the item firmer on her swollen little clit, watching as her slick gathered on the item and her entrance.

He grunted at her moans and the sight. The video was hot, sure, but seeing this in front of him made him want to go crazy and fuck his cock into the sheets like a fucking teen.

She was sensitive already from the spanks and his fingers, and now the soft bristles made her pleasure skyrocket. He began rolling and going back and forth with it, and she knew that she was done.

“D-daddy!”

“That's it, baby, cum again. Let daddy keep having his masterpiece”

She groaned and held tightly onto the pillow underneath her head, legs shaking but not daring to close as he played with her, her heartbeat quickening by the second.

Soon enough, she came hard, seeing stars. It wasn't a completely different feeling or a potent sex toy, but the novelty and thought behind it made it so hot that she swears that she almost passed out.

He kissed up her legs, letting her lay down on her side as she shivered in pleasure, moving behind her and hugging her.

“That good, bunny?”

“Y-yeah, fuck. Don't even know why” She giggled, her mind pushed deeply into that sweet and welcoming submissive place her job never allowed her to reach, but the asshole behind always granted her.

“It looked even hotter to see. Cock throbbed so much I thought I would cum untouched.”

“Maybe you are losing your hand, daddy”

“Says the shaking bunny from a mere brush”

She giggled, turning her head back and kissing him. Her gentle hands moved to his hair to let her fingers caress it as his strong and big hands push her more into him, trying to be patient but his cock screamed for attention.

“Daddy, want more” She begged between the kisses.

“So do I, bunny. Let my fat dick kiss your womb, baby” 

He raised her leg to his hips, allowing both to keep spooning as he gently slid his shaft in her, groaning at her wetness and warmth. He put his foot down on the bed to use as leverage, and as he held onto her flesh, he began thrusting.

The position was so intimate that it made his mind think things that he never had before. And honestly, it made his heart ache the same way it had done previously with Ada. Fuck, he didn't want to think about that now.

He fucked her harder to make him forget about it, which wasn't hard since that was the first opportunity he had, other than her great blow job, to properly blow his load inside his bunny's hole.

She held tightly onto his hand, the other one supporting her leg up too, as she screamed and drooled in pleasure, completely cock drunk. He groaned at his baby's situation and moved his hand to her abused clit to rub it again.

“Can't hold it, you were so hot, baby… gonna blow my load deep into that delicious” thrust, “wet” another thrust, “thigh” another one, “cunt” he thrust harder.

She was babbling nonsense, feeling the welcomed pressure on her lower tummy again, begging him to cum in her and breed his bunny. Her voice and pussy tightening around him made Leon feel like he was about to explode, so he kissed her roughly.

Both came together as they shared a kiss, her legs shaking as they felt him coating her gummy walls with his much-needed cum. He gently lowered her leg, staying inside her as he kissed her neck, tending to her gently to not make her drop.

Sex was always the best way to find a middle ground, after all. Maybe tomorrow they would be back at screaming in each other's faces, but with their voices just a little strained, since right now they only wanted to scream in pleasure.

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[lovebugism]

omg i can't remember if i ever placed a request for your summer fic fest or not so i'm placing this one just in case! if i did, feel free to write whichever you like better 🫶🏻

could you do "it's nine in the morning, are you seriously already in swimming trunks?" from this prompt list with dad!steve? 💗

hope you're well, love you 🫶🏻💗✨️

hi angel! thanks for your request!! hope you like it!! — the one where you and steve spend a chaotic morning with your baby girls (dad!steve, fluff, 3.1k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

Little Ava wakes you up at seven o’clock on the dot.

Well, that isn’t exactly true. You were already awake by then. You and Steve are up with the sun most mornings, especially after baby number two. 

The early mornings are the only ones you get alone together. Your days are often too full of babies and toddlers — or rather, baby and toddler. Most of the time, you’re so exhausted by the end of the day that bedtime for both your girls is bedtime for the both of you, too.

But Steve usually has the hardest time going to sleep, which means he has a harder time waking up than you do — which also means you don’t get as much time together as you’d like. He’s developed a complex about the whole thing that you’ve tried hopelessly to squash.

He wakes up about fifteen minutes after you do, with a hearty groan and gentle stretch. The mattress shifts under his weight when he rolls over to curl into your back. With one arm curled beneath his head and the other thrown round your stomach, he presses you into his warmth and melts with you.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” he grouses drowsily into your neck, in between the little kisses he presses up and down the skin there.

You fight back a shiver when his plush pink lips dot behind the shell of your ear. 

“‘Cause you were sleeping,” you reply with a gentle laugh. You press your smile into your pillow when his mouth brushes along a tendon on your neck and lingers there. The answer is obvious to you, but you get what he means. “You’ve been crazy exhausted recently. I thought we could just sleep in.”

“But now we only have, like, eight minutes minutes to ourselves,” he whines.

You laugh at his early morning dramatics, a soft giggle weighed down by fatigue, though you’re just as grieved by it as he is. “Well, a lot can happen in fifteen minutes, Harrington,” you tease in a low lilt.

You feel his chuckle rumble in his bare chest, pressed so intently against your back. His smile curls along your neck, shaking breaths warm as they fan along your skin. “Yeah. I think Nellie was conceived in about two.”

Nellie — sweet, sassy Eleanor — was your oldest. The best newborn in the history of the whole world. She never really cried like most babies, just fussed to herself until she got what she wanted. She was quiet and curious and independent. She went down for naps like it was nothing, often asking when bedtime was coming when she was old enough to form halfway intelligible sentences.

Ava wasn’t nearly as easy, but you and Steve weren’t exactly new at the whole parenting thing by the time she came around. Nell was almost three when you found out you were pregnant, and the two of you had had a world of practice by then. 

She was the best big sister and Steve was the best father. 

They made navigating motherhood much, much easier on you.

“Give yourself a little credit, c’mon,” you smirk, twisting on the mattress until you’re lying on your back. Your tired, mischievously twinkling eyes meet Steve’s honeyed ones — swollen with sleep and sparkling just the same. “It was at least three.”

“Those were the days, huh?” he wonders in a whimsical sigh. 

A soft smile breaks out on his puffy cheeks, sprinkled with chestnut hair. He hasn’t shaven in a few days, too busy chasing after his girls to tend to himself as much as he used to. You like him best like this, with wild hair and a scruffy face. He looks more like home this way.

Your hand reaches for his cheek before you realize it. You scratch softly at his prickly facial hair, an electric touch that makes him sigh in contentment.

“The days we could fuck without having to put babies to sleep first?” you joke.

“Yeah. Or having to, like, lock the door. Or make a schedule.”

A fond smile tugs at your lips. You shake your head at the man leaning above you, brows raised as you smirk at him. “You wanted this, Stevie…”

“And I wouldn’t change it for the goddamn world,” he replies without missing a beat, fatigued features glowing with sincerity. “I love our girls— I love being a daddy.”

“It’s ‘cause you’re so good at it.”

“Well, yeah,” Steve shrugs with a lopsided smile. He’s not exactly being humble about it, but you figure the world’s best father shouldn’t have to be. “I had a lot of practice…”

Your brows pinch together. “With Nell?” you wonder with a distant smile. A chuckle spills from them right after. “She was an accident— there was no practice to have.”

Perhaps calling her an accident wasn’t the best turn of phrase. It was more so a depiction of your and Steve’s carelessness — the utter lack of planning on your part after having your life laid out since you were twelve. You much rather preferred to call her a surprise. It sounded a lot more poetic that way.

“Well… Before Nell,” Steve teases lowly.

Your face twists further in confusion, then grows lax with realization. 

Only halfway unamused with his crude joke, your arm darts out to swat at him. His bubbly, fatigued laughter fills the bedroom. It’s as golden as the sunshine peeking through the curtains.

“Steve. Harrington,” you bite like a scolding parent.

“Sorry,” he hums with an inflection that sounds less than sincere. “Couldn’t help myself.”

“You’re incorrigible…”

His smile widens. His twinkling eyes dart between your own. “You love me, though.”

“Yeah,” you grumble. “I guess so.”

He’s beaming down at you before he knows he’s doing it. 

Nell took after him in a lot of ways — the hair, the nose, the eyes. You complained about the likelihood of having more children that didn’t look a thing the person they came from until Ava was born. She was pretty much a mini version of you. You don’t realize just how much of your personality Nellie has, though.

Every day, you’re more and more surprised by her sass — like she didn’t get all of it from you.

Steve’s eyes dart past you to the alarm clock on your nightstand. His bushy brows raise when he turns back to you. “We’ve got, like, five minutes before Ave wakes up… Wanna try for baby number three?”

“We talked about this, Harrington,” you reply, firm in your refusal despite how desperately you ache to be touched by him. “We decided to wait until she’s at least two.”

The agreement was that your youngest be potty trained before you even thought about having another kid. Other than Nellie being the easiest baby in the world, her being established in toddlerhood made kid number two much easier on you and Steve. He’s often too jaded by baby fever to care about that kind of logic, though.

Steve’s brows scrunch in contempt at your rejection. His pout looks too much like Nell’s. “But that’s so far away,” he whines.

“Babe,” you hum sympathetically. “She was born last week, and now she’s almost one. It’s not as far away as you think.”

“Yeah. Maybe don’t remind me,” he mumbles, growing suddenly soft. “It’s too early to cry.”

A baby’s whine crackles through the monitor on your nightstand, then. 

Too early to cry, indeed.

Ava was ten months old now. You’re not entirely sure where the time went. She sleeps through the night for the most part now. She doesn’t need a feeding in the latest hours of the night anymore, either. And even though she keeps on growing — far too fast for your liking — she’s never been able to shake those early mornings.

Your baby wakes up at seven o’clock sharp. Every morning. Like clockwork.

She’s got her mother’s knack for routine, it seems. 

You and Steve share a similar look. “You wanna get her, or should I?” he asks.

It was hardly a bargaining tactic. It never was, actually. Steve would get out of bed to do every feeding and midnight changing if you let him. You gave him two of the best girls in the entire world — as far as he was concerned, you did everything you needed to.

You humored him for a while. Childbirth was hard on you, as it would be for anyone. It was easier to let Steve take care of you and your girls than it was to fight him about who had to go warm up a bottle. Now, though, you’re more apt to protest.

“I’ll get her,” you answer with a huff, already climbing out of bed before he can argue.

Steve watches, still propped up on his elbow, while you flit around the bedroom. It wasn’t clean by any means, but rather dreadfully lived in — with all the trappings of two parents trying desperately to take care of two rambunctious little girls.

There were piles of clothes on the floor, some clean and needing to be folded and others dirty and needing to be washed. Nellie’s blankets and stuffed animals peek out from every crevice, as though playing hide and seek with you. A few of Ava’s brightly colored toys litter the ground too, but your backs’ ache too much to bend down to pick them up.

Despite the nagging mess, Steve can’t take his eyes off of you — his wife, the mother of his kids. You wear a loose-fitting tank top littered with milk stains and a pair of cotton underwear, a sight hotter than any expensive lingerie you could wear for him.

You still carry the weight — the stretch marks and the pudge. The softness of motherhood contrasts heavily with the scars from the life before it.

You’ve traded monster hunting for parenthood, and even though both look equally perfect on you, he’d be lying if he said you weren’t the hottest damn mom on the planet.

“I’ll probably take her to the grocery store or something while you get Nellie up,” you tell him, rifling through the drawers for a pair of bottoms. You reach for sweatpants and tug them over your full hips. “We’re low on diapers and those puffs Ave likes— you want anything?”

“Nothing other than my best girls to get back home, no,” Steve shakes his head with a rosy, sincere smile.

Despite the swelling in your chest, your eyes narrow in response. “You’re such a cheeseball…”

“And you’re the one who married the cheese ball, so who’s really the weirdo here?”

Your head tilts to your shoulder. With a fond smile on your mouth you don’t even know is there, you answer, “It’s always gonna be you, Steve Harrington.”

—————

Girlhood isn’t so different from motherhood. 

The majority of it is spent with your hands full in the most literal sense — carrying everything you own because your jeans have fake pockets (which you never did quite understand).  It’s a superpower of sorts, strong palms and dexterous fingers that can hold just about anything.

It’s why you halfway effortlessly carry Ava in one arm and three bags of groceries in the other. And she’s a chubby little baby, with the chunkiest cheeks and legs and stomach. You’re honestly a little proud of yourself.

You and Ava share similar smiles as you walk into the living room. Hers is a drool-slick, toothless one, though her bottom front teeth are slowly growing in. 

She giggles throughout your halfway intelligible conversation — coos of “who’s the sweetest baby in the whole wide world?” and “you’re so cute, when’d you get so cute?”

Honestly, you can hardly understand yourself, but she seems to get you, anyway.

Similarly, your Stevie and the tinier version of him sit together in the kitchen. Nellie’s got his honeyed locks and his structured nose that scrunches every time she smiles. 

She sits on the counter in her sparkling mermaid bathing suit, a one-piece number with rainbow scales and a frilly teal skirt. Steve stands in front of her in his own swim trunks and fitted t-shirt, cutting into a plate of pancakes which he feeds most delicately to his baby girl.

“What are you guys wearing?” you exclaim in the place of any actual greeting.

Nellie beams when she realizes you’re home again. “Bathing suits! Duh!” she answers, sounding too much like you.

You situate Ava on your hip as you gingerly sit down the plastic bags of groceries — diapers, formula, a few snacks, and a bathing suit for Nell because you just couldn’t resist. She’s been living in the pool since she stopped being scared of it this summer. Which also means you’ve been absolutely terrified all season long.

“It’s nine in the morning,” you scold lightheartedly, an adoring smile on your mouth. “The water’s probably freezing cold, Nellie— you’ll turn into a little ice cube!”

“I checked. It’s alright,” Steve tells you, quelling the worry you cover up with a joke. 

Of course, behind Nell’s overhasty excitement, is her daredevil of a father backing her up. 

His mouth parts absentmindedly as he feeds Nell another bite of pancakes. He sets the syrupy plate down and reaches for the cooled-off stack by the stove. He rips off a chewable piece for Ava and holds it out to her when you walk further into the kitchen.

“Here you go, babe. You love Dada’s pancakes, don’t you?” Steve asks his littlest girl, eyes sparkling as he smiles down at her.

Ava babbles as she smiles a toothless grin up at him. “Dada, Dada, Dada,” she blathers. That was a newish word for her these days, after spending so many months only saying Mama. You figured you were owed that much. The only word Nell liked to say for ages was daddy.

The baby on our hip takes the tiny piece of pancake from Steve. She grips it in her tiny baby fist, squealing softly in excitement and waving it in her hand.

“Little Aba wants to swim, too,” Nellie singsongs, kicking her tiny legs on the countertop. She had a hard time saying her V’s when her little sister was born. She knows the difference now, you think, but the nickname seemingly stuck.

“No, she does not,” you retort with wide eyes and a loud laugh. Your eyes squint like Ava’s when you giggle and turn down to look at her. “Do you, Aba? You’re too tiny to swim, huh?”

“Can we swim, Mommy?” Nell pleads, blinking up at you with wide, honey eyes.

You could never say no to Steve when he looked at you like that. It’s exponentially harder when it’s a tinier version of him doing it.

“Pleeeaaase,” she drawls.

“Did you eat your breakfast?” you interrogate half-heartedly as you bounce Ava on your hip. Your eyes narrow playfully at her because you can see the empty plate beside her.

She nods enthusiastically, wild waves of pulled-back hair swaying behind her. “Uh-huh.”

“And drink all your juice?”

“Two cups!” she exclaims with pride. Her little fingers struggle to curl as she holds up the number to you.

Your chest deflates with a teasing huff. “Fine. You can swim now, but you have to get out at lunchtime, okay? No arguing!”

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Nellie shouts as she descends from the countertop.

She doesn’t need Steve’s help like she used to, having seemingly possessed his athleticism in the last couple months. Her bare feet pad against the kitchen tile as she rushes for the backdoor. 

“Wait for me to come outside before you get in!” Steve calls to her as she slides it open.

“Okay!” she promises, already outside in the blink of an eye.

She closes the door shut again despite the strength it takes with her tiny arms. Through the door and the wide windows, you and Steve watch to make sure she doesn’t do anything rash. Your sweet, sassy Eleanor listens to her father — staying under the shaded patio and rummaging through the chest for her pool floats and toys.

Your wide, worried eyes flit to Steve as you shake your head at him. “She’s as relentless as you are sometimes, you know that?”

“Hey. You’re the one that said she had my looks,” the man dismisses with a grin. “That means she has your personality, babe.”

“Shut up,” you grumble with a smile as you pass Ava into the arms aching to hold her. 

Steve gasps with a gaping gaze as he sits her squarely between his forearm and bicep. “Did you hear that? That was so mean, wasn’t it, Aba? Your mommy used to be so nice to daddy…”

“Don’t lie to them like that,” you tease, reaching out a hand to wipe the pancake crumbs from the side of the girl’s chubby cheeks. She continues to gnaw at the cold breakfast in her fist. “Now, go watch your daughter before she implodes from excitement.”

She’s still under the patio, clutching about five mermaid dolls in her arms in anticipation of her father’s arrival.

“Go get your bathing suit on, Mama,” Steve instructs with a pink smirk on his scruffy face.

“I am not swimming. It’s way too cold. Me and Ava will happily watch from the sidelines,” you reject the man in front of you, then smile at the baby in his arms. “Won’t we, Aba?”

Steve shrugs. “I don’t care. Just sit out there and look pretty for me, yeah?”

He leans down to smack a kiss on your cheek. With the hand not holding his daughter, he swats the side of your thigh — mere inches from your ass.

It’s nothing more than a swift pat over the leggings you’d changed into after a quick shower. A colliding of his palm with your skin and then a leaving. It’s only halfway innocuous, though.

It’s one of those swift touches you’re forced to share throughout the day because you’ve always got a toddler to watch and a baby to hold. It’s a god, I wish I could touch you more than this, but I have to make sure our oldest doesn’t drown.

Steve chuckles at your gaping. He flashes you a sunshine smile, twinkling with mischief as he heads out behind Nellie. He stands in his flip-flops on the patio with Ava on his hip and gives the go-ahead for the tinier version of him to get in the pool.

The feeling of his palm still lingers on your skin. It’s not a stinging, exactly, but a tingling of your need for him. 

Maybe baby number three isn’t as far away as you think.

#published by bug #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fic #st drabbles #stevie drabble #bug's summer fic fest!

[meowzfordayz]

furnace

Author’s Note: in a similar vein, pls and ty check out @ms0milk​’s falling asleep with a claustrophobic s/o !! 🤓💞

furnace

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~900

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

Suggestion Fulfilled: Hey! I'm new to your blog and so in love! I was wondering if I could request something. Id love the hashira (if you dont want to do them all Id ask for Uzui and Rengoku!) with a fem!reader who is a walking furnance and not much on cuddling cause she overheats easily and sorta feels guilty cause she loves cuddling but just cant do it, especially in summer. I feel its usually the males who are the heat provider but in my case its the opposite. I cant handle heat at all. I'll run around with tshirt and shorts in winter and the cold wont do anything to me. If its not up your alley I understand ♡ 

~faqs~

Doesn’t quite understand at first 🫢

“I thought romantic partners… did this? Nightly?” 🥺

As he lies on his side, comforter lifted up for you to tuck yourself into him

—PLEASE KYOJURO’S SO FUCKING PRECIOUS 😭

He’s trying his best, yanno? Hasn’t been in too many relationships and by that I mean you’re his last first kiss heh

“Kyo…”

“Are you insecure about how you sleep?” ☹️

He’s very concerned

And thoughtful

—I’m in love 🫠

“No?”

“Are you not tired?” eyes brightening as he begins to sit up, “We could go for a run before bed!” 💀

“No no no,” you giggle, gently pushing at his shoulder, “I’m tired. No run necessary.”

Emphasis on NO RUN 😵‍💫

This man 🥴

“Would you prefer to sleep on the other side?” earnest, and already prepared to delicately clamber over you

“Kyo, you’re stressed.” 😆

Still earnest, “I am not stressed at all! I am only overjoyed to share my bed with you,” brow furrowing, “You seem… displeased, however.” 😕

Take a moment to imagine his lip pouted slightly, eyes wide, muscular thighs pressed together, pillow squashed beneath his elbow, unsure what to do next 😔

“Kyo, I’m very pleased,” tone soft, fingertips warm as you stroke his jaw, “And I’m also overjoyed to be with you like this,” cheeks burning, nose scrunching, “But I get like, super hot.”

THE WAY HIS HEAD WOULD TILT IN CONFUSION

Like, “You are always super hot?” 😃

“Temperature, hot. Body heat, Kyo. I’m a furnace.”

“As am I!” grinning now, “We could be a sauna together!” 🥰

—I swear I don’t consider Kyojuro stupid nor entirely clueless, but he is optimistic, and an utter sweetheart and a lil clueless

“Kyo,” poking his forehead, “I do not want to be a sauna together. An actual sauna, sure! But when I’m sleeping? No thank you.”

“You don’t to be hot, sweaty, and sticky together?” 😏

The lowering of his voice is not accidental

—Oh how I would immediately sit on his lap and kiss him silly 😌

“Would we be sleeping sleeping, or sleeping together?” 😉

So maybe he can fluster you, but you can absolutely fluster him too

“How about both? I’ve heard sleeping together can lead to restful sleeping sleeping.” 😎

Does he ruin the moment by winking exaggeratedly?

Perhaps 😝

11/10 would still bang

—This was supposed to be a cute exploration of new-to-love and new-to-sharing-bed-space Kyo, but Ig there’s just no escaping the thirst 😮‍💨

P.S. Ultimately, Kyo understands and doesn’t take offense ❤️‍🔥

P.P.S. You compromise by touching butts 👉🏽👈🏽

If you know, you know

—I usually write Tengen + Hina, Makio, Suma; just feels ~wrong to exclude part of the polycule

Therefore

Tengen isn’t genuinely upset by your lack of desire to cuddle; he knows everyone’s a lil diff in relationships; he’s more than happy to turn down the A/C, turn up the fans, bring you frozen peas or a wet washcloth 🧊

Plus, sleeping naked 🫢

And he doesn’t do immature/jealousy shit like going off to cuddle Hina, Makio, or Suma instead

Your time together is your time together 💞

There’s plenty of love to go around 💝

But he is a big baby about it 🤪

Like, you know he doesn’t actually mind, but you also know he’s going to be dramatic af 🙄

“You don’t love me?” nipping at your finger when you go to pinch his pouty bottom lip ☹️

“Am I not strong enough for you? Not worthy of a snuggle?” as he waits for you to join him in bed, head propped up on his palm so he can flex his bicep extra hard at you ☹️💪

“I promise there’s room for the both of us!” smoothing a hand down his abs, “You can lie here, if you’d like.” ☹️😉

—THE THIRST IS INESCAPABLE 🫠

—I APOLOGIZE PROFUSELY 🙃😂

If you roll your eyes at him, then he’ll scowl playfully, roll his eyes back, and declare, “Fine! I didn’t want to cuddle anyway!” 😒

If you flick his forehead, then he’ll gently catch your wrist, kiss all of your fingertips, and declare, “Punishment for withholding cuddles!” » proceeds to fit your entire fist in his mouth 😶

—Anyone else ever done that? Anyone? Tried to fit your fist into someone else’s mouth? For fun? For shits and giggles? Anyone?! consent granted first, ofc

If you plop on top of him (his abs, to clarify), then he’ll wrap his arms around you, and squeeze until you cry-laugh-scream for mercy 🤗

“Ewww, you’re sweaty,” after he releases you

“Which is why we don’t cuddle,” you snort

*gasp* mock alarm across his face “No cuddles?!”

And so, the cycle continues 

He 100% uses you as his personal space heater, btw 🔥

RoLe ReVeRsAl

Tengen dgaf 😎

His feet freezing during the winter? He’ll literally scrunch himself into a ball (while in bed) so he can wiggle his toes between your toe-sty thighs

🥰Mmm, warmth🥰 <— his brain

 Forgot his gloves?

Your pocket suffices

It’s only ~a tad annoying that his hand takes up practically the entire pocket 😐

Not to mention he constantly switches from walking on your left to your right

He’s attempted to walk behind/in front of you—to heat both hands at once—but that resulted in… well… let’s just say it’s ~difficult to walk like that

If you have boobs, then you already know where his face goes 😃

Nothing like a cold nose nuzzling against your nipple 😆

Overall, Tengen’s more than satisfied w/ your ✨objectively mutualistic relationship✨

P.S. Don’t ask him what he contributes 💀

P.P.S. He has a sinking suspicion he might just be the arm candy 🍭🍬

Dw, he’s obvi more than just the arm candy 🥺💓

#hashira x reader #headcanons #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #rengoku x reader #uzui tengen #tengen x reader #uzui x reader

[ranhaitanisgf]

Congrats on 2k 🎉. Can I have headcanons of “girl next door” and “going on a date in a flower field” with Senju. And they share their first kiss together. Fluff. Thanks.

— senju kawaragi [akashi] // girl next door // date in a flower field

[𖤐] me after going 500 words over once again lol. i couldnt help it though okay it was too cute to keep at just 1000 words....anywho. thank you for requesting this anon, and i hope the wait was worth it! enjoy my loveliessss xoxo

wc ; 1.5k+

masterlist || 2k masterlist

♡ a big smile stretched across your lips as you hefted open the window in your room; you already knew that your day was going to get better as soon as you saw senju’s face popping out of her own window, waving her arms crazily to try and get your attention. 

“senjuuu, what’s up?”  “do you wanna go somewhere with me today?! i found this amazing place that i think you’ll love!!” 

♡ you immediately agreed; how could you have said no to the excited look on her face? 

♡ she had given you exactly zero details though, so you weren’t exactly sure what to be getting ready for. whatever the circumstances though, you were very excited. sure, maybe it was a bad thing that you were hiding your feelings from your friendly neighbor, but it wasn’t like it was harming anything, so it was fine, right? 

♡ you threw some random things into a bag and hastily fixed your hair, checking your reflection in the mirror to make sure that you look alright. when you were satisfied, you hastily wrote a note down where you were going and stuck it on the fridge, exiting your house and looking around for senju. 

“boo!”  “hm? oh, hi! where are we going?” 

♡ senju groaned at your lack of reaction to her attempt at a sneak attack, grumbling about how you were supposed to act scared as she pulled your cheeks, stretching them out with a grumpy look. you only laughed, her expression being quite cute as she pouted. she eventually stopped, grabbing your hand to drag you over to her bike, handing you a helmet as she preached about how you need to protect your head, (she brushed it off when you asked about her own head, saying that she would probably be fine). 

♡ you reluctantly put on the helmet after her insistence, although you were sure to let her know that next time you would not get on her bike if she also didn’t have a helmet. 

“you’re such a worrywart, (y/n)! do you reallyyy think i would do something stupid and get hurt?”  “yes.”  “what!?”

♡ you tried your best to act completely normal as you wrapped your arms around senju’s waist, but you couldn’t help the giddy smile that came from having physical contact with her, (you were just really glad that she couldn’t see you looking like an idiot). despite the fact that you wanted to pull a little bit closer to her, you refrained, going your best to keep a healthy distance between the two of you while still holding onto her. 

♡ it was a lot harder than you could’ve imagined; all the times she would speed through the light as it was turning yellow made you press closer to her than you were originally intending, but you figured if she asked about it that you would blame it on her driving skills. yeah, that’s it. 

♡ you had absolutely no clue as to where you two were going, and your curiosity increased tenfold when senju started driving out of the city limits. you didn’t ask any questions though, feeling a bit excited at being surprised by something. of course though, you didn’t get your hopes up too much. there was absolutely no way she felt the same about you, so you did your best to squash those thoughts before they could emerge. it wasn’t exactly working. 

♡ after another thirty minutes of driving, senju suddenly pulled over to the side of the road, slowing down and turning the engine off. 

“i almost missed it! that would’ve been bad, but anyways, we’re here! let’s go!”

♡ you hastily pulled the helmet off of your head, frantically running after senju as you tried to fix your hair. she had already began the journey to whenever she was taking you, her jogging somehow being a lot faster than your running, (serious, why was she so fast?). 

“we’re here!”  “wait for me, agh, ‘m so tired…woah.”  “right?! let’s go!!” 

♡ you had to stop and do a double take when you finally caught up with her; in front of you was the most wide and vast field of flowers that you had ever seen in your life. the most beautiful sight though, was seeing senju in front of you, waving at you to come and join her. the giddy smile that was on her face as she called your name was making your heart skip several beats, and you could only hope that she didn’t have some sort of super hearing as you walked over to her, trying to keep your eyes on the flowers instead of her. 

“isn’t it awesome, (y/n)?!”  “yeah, it’s super pretty!” 

♡ before you could say anything else, senju had plopped herself down onto the ground, picking some flowers from around her and laying them in her lap, urging you to join her with a blinding smile. 

♡ you hadn’t exactly been sure what she wanted to do in a flower field aside from admire it, but it was obvious now that she wanted to make flower jewelry. over the course of many hours, she did her best to teach you about how to weave the flowers into a flower crown, and how to make bracelets and necklaces. sometimes, she would get over excited and would stop explaining the steps, but she would immediately go back to helping you when she noticed your confusion in trying to copy her steps. 

♡ the day was coming to a close; the sky was filled with beautiful bursts of pinks and oranges, and despite the fact that it was gorgeous, it also meant that you and senju would have to leave soon. 

“aaand, there’s one last thing!”  “oh, what is it?”  “this!” 

♡ from behind her back, senju pulled out a tiny circle of small flowers, woven together to create a ring shape. with no words, she gently grabbed your hand, taking the flower ring and slipping it onto your ring finger. it was taking the most amount of resistance in you to try and not interpret it as something else, but you couldn’t help the quickening pace of your heart and the butterflies in your stomach. 

♡ when you heard senju giggling in front of you, you turned your gaze from the ring to her. you weren’t sure what she was laughing at, but you felt a bit of embarrassment anyways, hoping that you weren’t making a dumb face while you spaced out for a moment. 

“you’re so cute, (y/n)!”  “...don’t say things like that…”  “awh, why not?”  “it could make someone get the wrong idea.”  “i’m not trying to make you get the wrong idea though.” 

♡ the gleeful look on senju’s face was immediately replaced with a serious expression, her eyes suddenly seeming like they were staring into your soul. you swallowed, laughing a little nervously as you tried to figure out what she was saying. 

♡ before you could say anything more, senju had scooched closer to you, her knees moving to rest on top of yours as you leaned back a bit. it was all a little bit more than your heart could handle, and you were sure that if she came any closer you would explode. 

“well, i was more talking about if you said that to another person, they might think something different…”  “you’re the only one i would say that to, (y/n).” 

♡ she had you completely shocked now; your words stopped working. how were you supposed to respond to that? 

♡ senju, apparently, didn’t need any more words from you. her serious expression morphed into a playful one as she climbed onto your lap, pushing you down onto the soft bed of flowers and hovering above you. 

♡ your heart was now beating a million miles a minute, especially with her being directly above you and staring at you with such a soft look in her eyes. you didn’t dare to move; if this was a dream, you did not want to wake up anytime soon. 

♡ without another moment to think about anything else, senju suddenly leaned down right above your face, pausing for a moment and looking at you with a questioning look. when she was sure that you weren’t going to pull away, she gently slotted her lips against yours, seeming a bit hesitant as the two of you looked at each other. 

♡ when you finally realized you weren’t dreaming, you closed your eyes and brought your hand up to her head, threading your fingers through her hair and bringing her closer. senju’s hesitance was immediately thrown out the window at this; her lips moved against yours, feeling velvety soft and warm as her hand went to cup your cheek. 

♡ after a few moments, she pulled away, a warm smile on her face. you had no idea what kind of expression you had on right now; you couldn’t seem to control anything due to the pounding of your heart. senju suddenly flopped, dropping directly onto you and tucking her face into your neck. 

“i’ve been wanting to do that for so long.”

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[ava7sworld]

➳a problem to solve♡PART 2♡

the girl with demon blood

summary:Reader decided to mess with Ao'nung only for him to fall even more for her.

! ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!

yawne-love

not proof read lol

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Annoyed?Why would I be annoyed by my siblings dragging me to the beach right after sunrise? That's a stupid reason to be annoyed,and yes I was in fact very annoyed.

Dragging me to a huge rock just to sit and breathe? It's a ridiculous waste of time.So ridiculous,I mean do you see us dragging people to trees just to teach them how to run?No.So why are we dragged here at sunrise,half awake,just for a bunch of teens to teach us how to breathe.I would much rather be at home right now, sharpening my arrows,or even just climbing in search of fruit.I sound selfish,my family was given a place to stay,a home,and everything we might need,but how could I be happy in a place I was not made for.They might have given us a place in their clan,but it does not mean we are welcomed by the rest of their people.They don't want us here,but isn't it inconsiderate of them to think like that?Like we wanted to come on this island,like we wouldn't choose to stay in our beautiful forests,our clan,our home.We didn't have a choice,we had to move.

I thought about it, a lot.While waiting for the three Metkayina Na'vi to get there.So you could only imagine my mood when the oldest decided to tease me.

"hey forest girl,time to wake up!"he yelled in my ear.

"shut up."was all I said before climbing on the rock and sitting down.I could tell he didn't like my reaction,he wanted something more out of me.But I will not give in,We already have enough problems,and my rage will not help any of them.

He sat next to me, giving me the side eye before just letting it go.As we all sat in a circle I couldn't help but zone out until I heard his voice next to me.

"hey will you start breathing already?what the fuck is wrong with you freak?"

"CAN YOU FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE KEEP YOUR THOUGHTS TO YOURSELF FOR YOUR OWN GOOD." they all went silent,I did not want to make a scene so I just started breathing like Rotxo and Tsireya told me.It helped calm me down which ment a lot.It got most of my thoughts about home away,and I calmed down a bit too.

"you must slow down your heartbeat" said Tsireya before putting her hand on Lo'ak's chest.This will not end good...

"breath in,breath from down here"Lo'ak took a breath "breath out slowly,your heartbeat is fast."

"sorry" he looked up at us.Alredy annoyed of Rotxo and Neteyam laughing,Kiri didn't look to fascinated by their behavior.

"you aren't doing it right" Ao'nung turned their attention to me, "breath from here" he placed his big hand on my stomach,it sent shivers up my spine,and that cocky bastard could tell.

"your heart is beating quite fast, why's that?"he looked up at my face, holding one of his hand on my stomach and the other on my back.

"I don't know,maybe I should feel yours?"He gave me a look

"and why might I ask?" he glared at me.

"I should feel yours,so that I know how it should beat?"without giving him a warning I placed my cold hand on his chest, making him give me another look.I can feel his heartbeat increase.

"hmm,your heart seems to beat even faster then mine? Why's that?"I smirk looking up at him.

"might be because a beautiful forest girl is feeling my chest,hmm?" He whispered in my ear so only I can hear him.

My cheeks were now purplish making my barely noticeable white freckles even more noticeable for the men in front of me.He strated laughing at me,making me move my hand to my side and squashing my thighs together in embarrassment.

"what did he say to you" Lo'ak asked concerned by Ao'nung's laughing,which you don't hear often.

"n-nothing"I said still trying to forget about the situation.

"well.. I think that's it for today.."Rotxo tried to save me from embarrassed, already knowing his best friend said something stupid.

I was the one to stand up first,getting off the rock.

"Y/N.What did Ao'nung tell you?"Lo'ak said sternly–still standing next to them.He was always more protective, which in our old clan was annoying,but now it's even worse since he doesn't trust anyone.

"nothing"

"Y/N either you tell us or we make him tell us"

"oh my Eywa you idiots just drop the topic"

The three Metkayina's ears rising up at the unfamiliar language the siblings used.

"English,really Y/N?"Neteyam wasn't surprised,his sister often switched to the language when annoyed or mad.

"yes really,and leave Ao'nung alone he is just another perverted idiot"

"he said something perverted?"Loak did not like that at all.Alredy trying to swing at the poor Metkayina for flirting with his sister.

She knew if she didn't stop this now nobody will.She stood in front if the older boy who definitely deserved that punch,but she still saved him from the cruel hands of her brothers.

"Y/n move" this time it was Neteyam who used the English language, feeling like it's the only way his sister will listen,but she didn't even listen to him.

"sister I'm saying this nicely,get out of the way." he said again.After not listing Lo'ak took the matters in his own hands.

"Y/N get away or I'll carry you away myself."

"no" she simply responded,not giving any attitude to her brothers.

"why are you protecting this asshole anyway?"her brother yelled.

"he didn't do anything wrong he was simply joking.Let him be" It surprised her brothers,truly.How can she protect the boy they all claim to hate?Even after what he told her?She even switched back from english,which made the two brothers stop everything they were trying to do.

"Okay..well guys lets just get back"Kiri tried to get them back home before something bad happened,but too late.As Y/N walked away from the poor boy,the two brothers turned back around and took aim for his face.The punch hurt him like a bitch, which they thought he deserved,still not knowing the exact word he said to their sister.What they also didn't know was that whatever he said to her,made her whole insides all lovely dovely.It made her,as the sky people often say :

"it gave her butterflies in the stomach"

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And it was very true.I felt butterflies in my stomach.But who cares about butterflies when the boy who gave me the butterflies was about to cry from the pain.

"Ao'nung,are you okay?"I asked concerned,of course he wasn't tho , how could he when my brothers almost made his whole head fall off.

"ye-yes I'm fine"he whined in pain tho.I grabbed his hand and started to drag him to our marui.My siblings calling out for us.

"sit." was all I said when we got there.Lucky day since no one was home.I got some herbal paste that will heal him faster,some cloths that I can dip in cold water and put on the injury.

"you don't hav-"

"shut up fish lips.My brothers almost broke your nose,well I'm pretty sure they did"I cut the boy off.

Putting a heavy load of paste on his nose and spreading it on the injured spot.I got one of the wet cloths and cleand up the blood.I finished up by putting a wet cloth on his top of the paste so it will work faster.

"you should look better in about 3 days,but it will take a few weeks for it to fully heal."I said.

"thank you,for all of it" he looked up at me.

"for what all?"

"for trying to talk your brothers out of it,for trying to protect me back there,and now for taking care of me."

taking care if him.

hmm I could get used to that.

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Dinner was super awkward.Our parents didn't know about any of the events that have happened today.The tension in the room could be cut with a blade.The only people looking at each other where the two older sisters and the two brothers.The parents knew how awkward it was,they knew that if they tried to start the conversation it would either be...

a) done in under 10 minutes

b) turn into a fight

c) lead to hearing about the things that happened that they can comfortably live without knowing of.

They decided to just silently eat their dinner today.

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The four siblings decided to avoid each other.The two girls spending time together doing girl stuff,or the two boys discussing their sister's weird action of kindness twords the Ole'eyktan's son, which they infact did not understand even after discussing for hours after dinner.

*y/n's pov*

I knew my brothers were confused by me,but I was confused too?Was I not supposed to hate the boy?He was always acting childish and rude twords us.When we don't understand some of their traditions he talk to us like we are children.I hated that.

But no amount of hate could make me stop looking at this men.

Whatever he does or says I will always forgive him.I will always stand by his side and respect him, defending him even when he's wrong.

My mother always said "stand by someone in public, correct them in private" my dad said it sky people have their own version of the saying "praise in public, criticize in private".Now I understand the saying.

I walked to the end of the beach seeing Ao'nung and his friends.He looked over at me and I pointed my head twords the woods.Silantly telling him to follow me.

I waited with my back against the tree for him.When he showed up he was silent,not wanting to start the conversation.

"um,is your nose okay?"I asked now feeling awkward.

"Oh yeah it hurts,but the cold cloth you put makes it barrable" he answered my question also not sure of what to say to me.

"did you call me just to ask how my nose is"he smirked trying to make it less awkward.

"no but I also wanted to tell you how stupid it was of you to do that in front of my brothers" I now turned to the side so I can face him.

"do what?" oh he knew exactly what he did.

"put your hands on me dumbass,also flirting,come on now did you want to die?"I said jokingly "I mean was it even worth the punch " he thought about a response for a second before coming up with one that will make my legs shake already.

"was it worth it?Of course it was worth it" he had an offended look by me even asking that "Flirting with you is a priceless thing.I would sell every valuable thing in my possession for a chance with you yawne"

"who said you don't have one?"I challenged.

"don't start something you can't finish forest girl"

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Hi!

Can I please recommend a shy kookie or Tae. Like they don't know what to do when it's their first time with there girlfriend so y/n helps him and shows him what do. Mostly fluff~

Love your Fics by the way♡

like that - JJK | M

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: fluff, smut

word count: 1.8K

warnings/tags: soft!kook, virgin!JK, strong language, new relationship, college au, explicit smut- fingering, brief handjob, breast play, protected sex, slight dirty talk

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“Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

You’re working on the conclusion for your essay, so your gaze stays fixed on your computer screen, throwing a glance over your shoulder at your boyfriend who lazes on your bed.

“How much longer?

“I’m almost-“ you’re typing the last few sentences then click save, “done!”

“Finally.”

You chuckle, this was supposed to be your time to relax with your boyfriend, but you were in the groove, so you had asked Jungkook to give you half an hour to finish up, however you ended up taking much longer than you anticipated.

He moves up on the bed to make space for you, beaming at you as you lunge into his arms, peppering kisses all over his neck.

“Y/N.”

You’re busying yourself with sucking a hickey on his chest, feeling his hands on your waist, tugging you away from him. You haven’t had sex with Jungkook yet, mostly because you didn’t have the chance in the past two months. But tonight seems like the perfect time. He looks especially cute in his tie-dye hoodie.

“Yes, baby,” you push a strand of hair away from his face, eyebrows pinching together when you notice the distant look in his eyes.

“There’s something I have to tell you.”

You adjust your posture, placing your hands in your lap as you listen to him attentively.

“What is it?”

He pokes your thigh, eyes not meeting yours, “I like you…a lot.”

You smile, cupping his face in your hands and pecking his soft lips, “I like you too.”

He places his hands over yours and pulls them away from his face, sitting up against your headboard.

“But…there’s something else I have to tell and I’m…I’m not sure how you’d react.”

“Aw,” you pinch his cheek, heart beating a little faster in suspense, “what is it, Kook?”

He struggles to get the words out of his mouth, so you move away, sitting a few spaces away from him on the bed, keeping your gaze on the way he fidgets with the hem of his shorts.

“You can tell me.”

“I really like you.”

You laugh at his repetitive words, “I know, baby. I know. What is the other thing you have to tell me?”

You tilt your head to look at him and he covers his face with his sweater paws, speaking into the material. His words are muffled, and you don’t catch what he says.

“I didn’t hear you, baby.”

He sighs, eyes lifted to the ceiling, “I’m…a..uhm.”

You grab his hand, urging him to look at you, “you’re what?”

“I’m a virgin,” he mumbles, cheeks a bright pink, two big, doe eyes locked on yours.

That didn’t cross your mind at all. But you aren’t surprised, it kind of makes sense, why he didn’t want to go any further than kissing or would say he has to leave every time your make-out sessions got heated.

Your thumb rubs the back of his hand soothingly, trying to ease his nerves.

“It’s okay, baby. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. We can just cuddle.”

He shakes his head, “no. I-I want to. I want you.”

That makes the pit of your stomach heat, especially when he moves closer to you, cheeks burning as much as his.

“I want to but-“

“But?”

He watches the way your fingers intertwine with his, voice small, “I don’t know how.”

If you didn’t love this boy before, you do now. He looks so sweet and innocent with his pout and searching eyes.

You squash his cheeks between your palms, forcing him to look at you, “do you want me to guide you?”

He nods, the corners of his lips lifting slightly, “if you can.”

“Of course I can,” you push him down on the bed, he receives your lips in a searing kiss, palms resting on your hips.

Your heart is racing at the thought of finally taking your relationship to the next level, already feeling hot with the way Jungkook stares at you, eyes glazed over.

“What do you want to do?”

He takes a while before he answers with a newfound confidence, “I want to make you feel good.”

Your stomach lurches at his words.

“Okay,” you kiss his chin, tugging off his hoodie then yours. His eyes are glued to your boobs, hands running up and down your sides. You’re ogling his toned body, hands sliding down his stomach to land on the band of his shorts, he shivers under your touch. He lifts his hips to help you pull them off and from the length that’s pushing against his boxer briefs, he’s blessed. Which also means that you’re blessed. Heat begins to pool in your core at the sight.

“Can I take this off?”

This is the first time where you’re actually asking. He considers your words for a bit before he’s biting down on his lip and nodding, lifting his hips like earlier as you tug it off.

The soft hissing sound he makes when his cock is freed makes you eager to have his cock inside you. Dusty pink head with a thick shaft, veins branching on one side.

His eyes remain closed as you smooth your palm over the head and smear the precum over his cock, fists placed firmly on either side of his body. Tensing when you twist over the head, he grips your wrist, eyes cracking open to reveal his blown-out pupils.

“I wanna make you feel good.”

He tugs you up and settles on top of you on the bed, kissing you feverishly, stealing the breath from your lungs as you unhook your bra and throw it over the edge of your bed. He eyes your mounds before shooting you a questioning look.

“Touch them.”

His hand comes up to tentatively cup your breast.

“Like this?”

You nod, spreading your legs a little wider when he squeezes around the flesh.

“Rub around my nipples.”

His thumb travels to your perked bud, encircling your nipple. You inhale a shaky breath, eyes closing when he uses both his hands for each of your breasts.

“You can use your mouth,” you add, sensing his struggle to stay up over your body and not crush you.

It isn’t long before you feel his breath kiss your nipple, pushing your chest into his face when his lips latch onto your nipple and he suckles like his life depends on it, causing your back to arch.

Everything feels so much more sensitive than usual, maybe it’s because you’re with Jungkook, your darling boyfriend.

“Like that?”

He speaks against your flesh. You hum, fingers combing through his hair as his tongue swirls around your nipple, knowing that he’s getting the hang of it.

The heat builds in your abdomen, and you find yourself whining, squirming under him.

He pulls away with a lewd pop, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“What’s wrong?”

You laugh, chest heaving, “nothing. Nothing’s wrong. It just feels so good.”

He grins, head dipping to take your other nipple in his mouth before you’re tugging him away.

“I need you…somewhere else.”

His eyes widen when he catches up, gaze flitting from your face to your clothed pussy. He can probably see the growing wet patch on your panties.

“W-What should I do?”

His heavy cock presses into your thigh and he apologizes. He’s too sweet to be your boyfriend.

“You can…start with your fingers.”

“Okay, okay.”

He moves down to pull off your panties, you’re swooning at how eager he is to please you. So innocent with the way he gawks at your swollen folds.

“Come here.”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing your forehead against his. His breath is just as heavy as yours. You feel his hand hover over your pelvic bone, so you guide him down, biting on your lip when his calloused fingers slides through your folds.

“You’re wet.”

“Yes,” you’re suddenly shy under his watchful gaze, fingers moving up and down, lingering on your clit, “keep doing that.”

Your hole clenches as his fingers circle your pussy in languid strokes, more of your juices coating them when it dips back down to your hole.

“There,” your fingers curl around his wrist, “your finger…push-“ your breath catches when he slips both in at once. Alarmed at your reaction, he tries to remove his hand completely, but you shake your head, assuring that it’s okay, that he should move his fingers in and out.

Your walls squeeze around his fingers, eyes scrunching shut as he keeps a steady pace, soft moans tumbling from your swollen lips. You rock your hips against his hand and he makes a noise that sounds a lot like a groan, you’re hyperaware of his cock that is still digging into your thigh.

“Jungkook.”

You place your lips on his, pulling his hand away from your pussy and wrapping your fingers around his cock. You reach over to grab a condom from the second tray of your nightstand, tearing it open hurriedly and rolling it down his length.

“I got it,” he whispers, grunting when you keep your fingers around the base.

He watches with furrowed brows as your fingers pump his length, lining the tip with your center, whimpering when you coat the tip in your juices. The sound goes straight to your pussy, and you wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass and pushing him forward.

He eases into you, thick cock stretching your walls, one hand holding him up while the other rests on your hip, eyes rolling to the back of his head when you clench around him.

“You feel…so good,” his voice is strained, trapped in euphoria as you grind into him, telling him to move his hips back and worth.

“Fuuuck,” he buries his face in your neck, cock fully sheathed by your walls, the tip grazes your sweet spot with each thrust, the familiar heat building up once again.

His bottom lip is caught between his teeth and from the way his cock twitches inside you, you can tell that he’s close. You reach down to rub your clit, wanting to cum with him as he rocks his hips into you, getting used to the tug of your ridged walls.

He notices the movement of your fingers and replaces your hand with his, moving with the same speed except with a lot more pressure and your high hits you a lot faster than you expected, trembling as his cock drags in and out of you.

“Shit shit. I’m cumming.”

You run your fingers through his hair, coming down from your high while his fingers still their movements, hips jerking as he spills into the condom with a choked moan.

He rolls over on his back with his arm over his eyes, a breathless laugh leaving his lips.

You cuddle into his side, kissing his chest. The sweaty dripping down his chin sends a new wave of arousal to your core. His palm smooths down your hair, giddy smile directed your way. It’s as if he can read your mind when he says:

“Let’s do that again.”

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