#my all time fave is the one from the finale i just love that kiss and joey's smile

[sunkissedbedard]

wait ok i need you to write something trevor zegras based on a taylor song from rep, i saw u said it’s ur fave album so maybe call it what you want or king of my heart but honestly any song at all 🫣

a/n: anything for you 🥰 call it what you want is my all time favourite & the song that welcomed me to become a swiftie so it holds a special place in my heart 🥹 i hope you like it 🫶🏻✨

warnings: none except an overwhelming amount of fluff!

tags: trevor zegras x reader

word count: 0.8k

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

"god, it's like i can't even go online anymore with another one of those bot accounts making some stupid, half-assed comment about us." you said through a laugh to the boy next to you on the couch. trevor had finally had a day off from his busy hockey schedule with the ducks, so the two of you had decided what better way to spend the time together, than at home in the comfort of each other while you spent countless hours cuddling and watching movies.

trevor had immersed himself in a round of video games with a few of his other teammates while you had gone to do a load of laundry, as an intermission to your movie session. when you returned, you contently watched on the couch as he continued focusing intently on the screen before him.

"oh, c'mon, you know it's bullshit, y/n. they just say those things out of spite and because there's jealous." he responded, eyes still glued to his game. your mouth downturned into a frown at his lack of awareness towards something that has previously upset you. trevor knew that it was a sensitive topic for you, the comments of outsiders would always linger and keep you up at night, regardless of if you looked at them or not. even if you chose to ignore it, you knew they were still there.

"yeah, i know. but that's such a cliche; some of those things hit deep, whether they're saying it out of spite," you responded with a hint of mockery laced in your voice, nudging his hip with your foot to get his attention, to which you received no response, making you even more frustrated with the boy.

"y/n," he sighed, "you know, no matter what they say, that doesn't change how i feel about you." he promised, stopping his game and turning to face you. as he saw your saddened state as your shoulders shrugged down, his eyes slightly widened before he rushed to your side and pulled you into him so you were now laying on his chest. you inhaled his familiar scent that had seeped into the fabric of his soft hoodie you gifted him, and you felt yourself relax into him, as he pulled you into a tighter hug.

"it just gets to be too much sometimes, y'know?" you mumbled into his chest before lifting your head to meet his softened gaze. he reached forward to cup your cheek, meeting your lips with a soft and wet kiss, your lips detaching like velcro from wanting more from each other.

"i know, y/n. but i want you to know that there is nothing in this world that could change the way i feel about you. you are the best thing to ever happen to me, and i will forever be grateful that we bumped into each other that one day, or else we wouldn't be here." he paused to give you a soft smile, "i don't know what i would do without you, and letting people online get in your head to convince you otherwise? it's not worth your time, my love." he said looking into your eyes as every word fell of his tongue with such meaning, you could feel your heart warming and you broke out in a smile in response.

"i love you, trev, i don't know what i'd do without you either, you're an angel sent from above. you've made my world such a better place now that you're in it, and even though it's discouraging, being with you like this," you motion to your proximity, "it makes me feel like they fade to nothing when i look at you."

you lips reconnect with his, with more intimacy and passion this time, as you readjust yourself to be sitting, pressed against each other to feel each other's warmth.

you part, resting your foreheads against each other and laugh at the silence, "honestly, i'd wear your initial on a chain around my neck if i could," you spoke randomly, earning a raised eyebrow from trevor as he then furrowed his brows in confusion.

"you would? i mean- that seems a little possessive, don't you?" he asked, rubbing his hand up and down the side of your arm.

"no, well- i wouldn't wear it in a way that says you own me, more so, because you really know me." you stated with a shrug.

the pair of you look at each other in silence, each of you confused at what you had just said, before bursting into laughter as he lunged towards you, carefully tackling you back onto the couch so you laid under him as he attacked your face with wet kisses.

he pulled away from you, looking down with shortness of breath from his surge of energy, "you're crazy, you know that?" he asked.

"what are you talking about, you love crazy." you responded, which only ended up with you laughing endlessly from the kisses he placed all over your face and neck.

#trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras fic #nhl x reader #nhl imagine #nhl fic #trevor zegras

[freesomebodybyluna]

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#been on romcom kick these past few days & i've finally gone beyond the same ones i always rewatch #and i just finished shes all that & i loved it....kiss me at the end was really the icing on the cake #i also finally watched notting hill which i looooved #and i finished 27 dresses and watched bridget jones from the beginning instead of just a portion of the last part of the trilogy #my romcom ranking is slowly changing #the devil wears prada & 13 going on 30 will always be my absolute faves though #but its nice to finally watch something new i rarely watch so many new movies at a time #anyways i've discovered that im in love with 90s/early 00 julia roberts.... #and i wanna dress the way she was styled in my best friends wedding like...gorg #also realized that everytime i watch the wedding planner i spend the whole movie hyper focusing on jlo's hair #dl

[arminsumi]

First request ever: Can you make a story about Gojo, where their both in a relationship but gojo had to end it because he was afraid that she would be in danger?

Thank you! Keep up the good work, I love your stories!!!

LET ME MARRY YOU

↳ GOJO さとる + fem!reader

The risk of dating you his too much for him to handle, so he breaks it off, only for him to come back to your doorstep years later and ask: "Let me marry you."

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Note : istg each time i edited this... the wordcount grew lol. i hope u enjoyyy 🥹💗 tysm for enjoying my work it means everything

Warnings : angst -> fluff (?) -> happy ending trust me, Shibuya arc spoilers (Ep 9), manga spoilers (chapter 221)

🍒 More from Jay : Gojo works / Gojo fave works / JJK works / oct. reqs open

The risk of dating you is thrilling when Satoru's just a teenager in puppy love. But as he grows older, and heads into those dreaded 20s, the risk makes him more and more nervous.

What if something happens to you?

He presses kiss after kiss to your forehead and feels his chest tremble, feels his lips quiver, as he refrains from telling you the truth about the Jujutsu world. Satoru just can't do it.

There are so many instances of him saving you from curses that you're oblivious about. He just smiles strangely, and you wonder why he looks like he's just seen a ghost. Because he has, those pretty eyes see ghosts. But those pretty eyes also see you, "What am I looking at?" he responds after you ask why he's looking at you so tenderly, "I'm looking at my future wife." he flirts just to fluster you.

That's at the cafe, when things are still simple. He keeps thinking to himself, as he lays with you in bed some nights;

I want to marry you.

I'm going to marry you.

Please let me be your husband one day.

As if he's trying to manifest it.

Everything is okay-ish... until he gets pangs of fright when your name starts to be known outside of his closed circle of friends.

It's October 11th.

Gojo Satoru breaks up with you.

He leads you to believe that the two of you are just "right person, wrong time". It all hurts an incomprehensible amount for him, to finally cut the string that tethers the two of you together.

He sits on the stairs, head in his hands, mourning.

He starts many mornings with crying spells that last until midday.

He destroys evidence of you and him. In case anyone ever finds it and thus finds your apartment, or work, or college... or anything.

But he can't part with a very special photo. It's you and him in Okinawa, sharing a cheesy kiss at the beach. In the moment this photo was captured, Gojo remembers having whispered some dirty joke in your ear and that's why you smiled so big into his kiss.

He drifts to sleep to the lullaby lovesongs that defined your love.

Years pass, he refuses to even talk to you. The heartbreak worsens with time, he laughs when he realizes that on his 27th birthday.

Isn't time supposed to heal all wounds? Someone said that to him once. Well, they must have been lying without realizing it.

The day Gojo Satoru is sealed, he looks into Suguru's eyes, and remembers you through them. When he resides in that awful prison realm, he only thinks of you you you you you you you oh god he misses you so much that it feels like the very thought of your smile stabs his chest. Every memory is painful. Every flashback puts one more crack in his heart.

"Can't I ever catch a break...?" He laughs to himself, chattering skeletons making their eerie symphony around him.

He thinks. Ponders. Wonders. Broods. Daydreams. All about you. Always about you. Never anything else. Just his first love, from the late spring of his 17th year.

His earthly goddess.

The purpose of his benevolent actions.

He cries. And sobs. And weeps. Because no one can hear him but the skeletons and he's sure they don't mind the sight or sound of a 27 man howling in pain over a lost lover.

It's not just your relationship that he's mourning. But the fact he can't feel you in this cube... that he can't feel your presence in the world... that's worse than the heartbreak. At least through all these years, he's been able to sense your existence. Feel the subtle ripples of your soul no matter how distant you are; you'd be stood in a coffee shop, he'd be at Jujutsu High teaching, and yet feeling you.

Because as he promised to you at 17, "Half my soul is yours. And half your soul is mine. I'll always be with you even if I'm not there."

He has the biggest breakdown of his life in that little cramped suffocating claustrophobic eerie creepy box.

It's 19 days later. He's out. He's back in the world. And he feels the sense of you, your existence, swelling in his chest, tickling his mind, prodding his heart.

"Gojo sensei, where are you headed?"

"I'm gonna go find my other half." he says cryptically.

It's a stark bright day.

Gojo Satoru knocks at your apartment door.

You open it.

He looks at you, and you look at him.

"Hi."

"...hey...? Wow. Haha... you grew into your features, huh?"

Your voice fills his heart with life.

"You too... glad you still live in the same place... I was worried you might have moved out..."

"... Ah, Satoru, you'd be able to find me no matter what corner of the world I resided in."

Your laugh fills his mind with pleasant memories.

There's an a magnetism between you and him just like there always used to be. It feels like two magnets connecting at last, after feeling the distant attraction throughout all these years of distance.

"You're right." Satoru says after a silence of just staring into your eyes.

"I'll always find my way home."

A silence ensues after he says this.

"...haha... don't cry... or I'll cry..."

"... Satoru... I thought of you every day after you left me at the station."

"... me too."

"... why did you leave?"

He stares at you.

"... I was scared of you being in danger."

He gulps.

"Me? In danger? But you're the strongest, why would it matter."

Oh god that's right. You said it then when you were 17, "You're the strongest" and he carried that title with him from then. And now you've said it again. He's reminded. He feels a bit stupid. A bit ridiculous. A bit...

"You're right..." he chokes up. "I am. I could have protected you I guess..."

"... yeah, duh."

He smiles meekly.

It was more complicated than that, sweetheart. But I won't tell you.

He hesitates. He contemplates.

"I have to tell you everything... will you promise to believe everything I say even if it sounds insane?"

"Of course. What is it?"

He inhales deeply. And instead of blurting out his whole life story of being a sorcerer in the Jujutsu world, he just leans in and kisses you hard and truthfully. Cups your cheeks. Closes his eyes. Tastes you like a sweet from his childhood that he hasn't had for years. Presses to you. Takes in your scent.

Yeah yeah... he'll tell you everything in a minute.

But for now just let him kiss you until he runs out of breath.

Let him just...

"Hey..." he pulls away, gasping, "Let me marry you."

"Haha, Satoru..." you take it as a joke and laugh, because it sounds as bizarre and unexpected as one. Then you realize there's that serious look on his face. "... Satoru?"

"Can I?"

"... what?"

"Can I please?"

"... huh??"

"Can I marry you, please?"

He looks at you and waits for your answer. His poor heart. It's palpitating. His whole chest cavity inspires with love for you. This man that you haven't seen in years has just asked if you'll let him marry you — with very specific wording.

Can he? Will you let him?

It's funny in a way, because you think to yourself; this is such a Satoru thing to do... show up unannounced years later on your doorstep and ask for your hand in marriage as if no time has passed, as if you know the full story.

"Satoru... what happened to you throughout these years for you to come back to me and ask for my hand in marriage?" you ask, genuinely baffled.

He swallows slowly. "I know I sound like I've lost my mind. But I promise I haven't."

"That's hard to believe. The Satoru I remember was always on the brink of mania. A bit insane but not quite."

You make him laugh. "Yeah..."

"So are you asking to marry me out of insanity?"

"No."

"Well alright then. I guess I'll marry you."

You make him laugh again, with that funny tone. He hasn't laughed genuinely in years... it's always been that plastic laugh. But this is his genuine laugh. Silky and quiet. The opposite of his demeanor.

"I guess I should be explaining everything to you properly... before I ask you something like that."

"You're damn right..."

"... don't scold me too hard when I tell you all the reasons I left. Or, if you do, then at least hold me while you scold me. And run your fingers through my hair like you used to."

"Satoru."

"Yes?"

His heart throbs. He looks at you.

"Stop standing at the doorway and come inside."

"Oh."

You sigh. He smiles. Then he bows his head so it doesn't hit the top of the doorframe. Damn tiny Tokyo apartments. Your archway always had it out for the crown of his head. You laugh when he bumps into it just like he always used to.

So the two of you sit down and just talk. And talk. Maybe cry a bit. Actually, you cry a lot. And he holds you. And he says he's sorry. He says sorry over and over, as if the word is a bandage he's trying to wrap around all your heartbreak wounds that he caused.

"I'm sorry."

Satoru's apologies aren't easy to come by, and when you receive them, they nurse your heart. It's the gentleness with which he says it, and earnest too. Each successive sorry means more than the last.

"My angel..."

When you call him this after he vents to you about his time in the Prison Realm, and his overwhelming duty of being the strongest, he breaks down completely and just weeps in your arms.

He sobs like you've never heard him sob before, like a dog.

Finally. At least for a moment. He could be weak. Let down his guard. Be raw. Be emotional. Not a teacher. Not a sorcerer. Just your boy. Your Satoru.

Your consolation is all he wanted throughout these years. He looks up at you, eyes red and sore, nose sniffling, and stares at you like he can see your soul.

"...Satoru?"

"Marry me."

You chuckle again.

"If that will stop your tears..." you joke.

He sniffles loudly and swallows, composing himself.

"I thought about marrying you so much when we were together... 'n I tried so hard to bite my tongue when your name nearly rolled off it while talking to my students some days. I was always..."

On the verge of saying your name.

He sniffles long and hard and waits for your hand to weave into his hair.

"Will you think about it?"

"I will."

There's a silence. Satoru feels hopeful. He lays on your chest, arms around you like you're his whole world that he won't dare let go of again.

"There." you say with finality. "I thought about it. Let's get married."

"That took you, like, ten seconds."

You laugh with him. "Yeah... I already knew in my heart when you asked me at the doorway... you know... Satoru... it's funny. When you left, it felt like half my soul was gone. And when you knocked on my doorstep, it felt like I was whole again. Does that sound freaky, or does it tie into all this... Juju... Jujutsu stuff?"

He's silent.

"I have no idea."

"Wow. My future husband isn't knowledgeable at all." you joke.

His heart flutters at 'future husband'.

"Sorry." he says, smiling softly, "My mind is blank when your fingers are running through my hair."

The two of you go on and on, until you're laid in bed sleeping at each other's side. Resting. And god, did Gojo Satoru need a good rest.

In your arms, he's no longer an insomniac.

© arminsumi

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Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.

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[paeonie-s]

SONNY BOY !!!!

#rewatching it w mel rn. one of my fave shows of all time i love it #three eps in already thinking abt how much is gonna change and be revealed. makes me so insanely emotional #tho a quality of it i rly appreciate abt the show that i can finally put into words is that the. the chs dont act like normal chs #typically i feel some connection to chs BC i can understand or relate to them on some level even if theyre personality and bg is completely #seperate to mine #and i wouldnt say most of sonny boys chs are v complex but it still does a phenomenal job specifically making me feel isolated from all but #select few (nagara mizuho rahjdani and later asakase and mb nozomi). which idk its like uniquely comforting #bc sonny boy is all about growing up and developing a sense of self in an ever changing world and connecting with others and for me i feel #like my experience w all that was already so alienating. so flattening the chs w the strongest social lives just feels like natural to me #bc i fr do not get or understand social ppl. love my friends but it feels impossible for me to ever understand anyone else or have them #understand me. there is just a degree of disconnect there that can never be solved and i feel like sonny boy is a piece of media #which acknowledges that disconnect and still allows its chs to form friendships beyond it. which is what i need in media #this is crazy if anyone understands this um. hi. are we abt to kiss rn #sonny boy #🌸.txt

[walpu]

hii, first of all, sorry for my bad english

this may sound weird, but lately i've been thinking of aventurine turning in a cat. like, for some strange reason (maybe during a mission), he turned in a cute little cat. and since reader doesn't know he's a cat, he feels free to enjoy all reader's affection, and maybe to let his emotions win and cry while being caressed. and then he turns human and he's crying enough to fill a swimming pool. idk if i explained well :(

tysm, i love love love your works!! ❤︎

AWWW THIS IS SUCH A CUTE REQUEST and don't worry your English is perfectly fine! It's not my native language as well so I get the struggle tho

I love making my faves cry so there's a possibility that I've got a bit carried away lol

taking care of cat!Aventurine

edits by @keisieudeptry on twitter

characters - Aventurine notes - gn!reader, a bit of angst, hurt/comfort, a lot of cuddles, n̷̳͙͊͛õ̵̩͓ ̸̧͉̓b̶̳́̎e̵̖͋͊ṭ̴̩̔ȧ̵̪͚̕

Aventurine

Listen, he's always on alert okay. This man rarely allows himself to relax, especially when he's on another one of his business trips.

And he knows what to expect. Lies, attempts on his life, threats etc. He has seen it all.

But this. This. This is something new. Of course anything can happen when you're dealing with The Masked fools but this? Being turned into a cat? In what place this is even funny? It is kinda funny tho just not for Aven

He knows better than to panic. Yes, being turned into a tiny orange cat was not a part of his plans. Yes, this is probably the most defenseless and vulnerable state he's been in since his childhood. Yes, this sucks. But hey not like panicking will change anything.

Instead he just sits in the corner, feeling incredibly anxious and dreadful. His only hope is that this shapeshifting trick won't last for long.

A huge wave of relief washes over him when he sees a familiar person. And not just any person but you. The only person who can put his restless mind at ease, at least for a short time. He wouldn't mind seeing Topaz or Ratio too but it's much better when it's you.

He quickly realizes, however, that his joy was premature. He can't communicate with you! And you don't know that this is him! So the only thing poor Aven can do is follow you around and... meow. It's almost humiliating. Too bad he doesn't have time to care.

Soon enough you give up at finally pick up the oddly familiar cat. Every time you try to put the cat down it starts meowing and running after you so the only thing you can do is pick it up and carry around like a potato.

And you know how it is with cats, once you put your hands on one you can't stop petting it. You run your fingers through the cat's fur absently, while checking you phone for any messages from Aventurine. Hugging the cat, pressing your face to it's soft fur. Something about it surely reminds you of Aven. The thought, no matter how childish it is, brings a small smile on your face.

And poor, poor Aven. For so long he's been longing for your touch while laying awake at night, his poor heart flattered every time your fingers brushed against his. He wants wants wants to melt into your embrace yet this is not allowed for him.

How can he ask for it without exposing the deepest and darkest parts of his soul. How can he open his heart to you without reveling all the ugly, fragile parts.

He wants to be open with you, he really does. Yet it's so unreasonably hard. Would you kiss his head like you do now if you would know how empty he is inside? Would he be able to press his forehead into you palm, asking for more more more without feeling exposed?

In a way, it's good that right now he's in this form. He doesn't really have to think about anything, doesn't have to feel anxious about revealing too much. He can just enjoy in.

You two fall asleep just like that and he doesn't have to overthink, he can just crawl to you side, nuzzling up to you.

You can't help but notice that the kitten in your arms is trembling slightly. And when you pull it closer in order to provide some warmth and comfort it just purrs and meows pitifully. Almost like it's… crying.

Now listen. I'm 100% sure Aven is a light sleeper. So there's no way he won't wake up from a loud gasp and a lot of movements near him.

Well. Seems like the shapeshifting trick the masked fool pulled on him lasted only for 12 hours. And now he lays on the couch in his human form while you look at him with the wide eyes.

Awkward.

His initial reaction is to laugh it off. "Surprised, dear? It's a shame you can't see your own face right now ha ha". Would explain the whole situation, trying to make it seem like it was not a big deal. No mention of you cuddling session tho. Max he would say is "my, my, didn't know you where such a cat person".

However, his smile freezes immediately when you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. Well. Here goes all of his feigned confidence.

Here is this feeling again. Your warmth, you scent, the comfort your touch brings. You telling how you started to get worried and how relieved you are that he didn't get hurt. It cuts so deep, makes him feel so exposed yet so needed. Loved even.

At first he doesn't even get it why your eyes get even wider, why a look so lost and worried all of the sudden. Only when your hands hesitantly cup his cheeks and you ask him what's wrong he realizes that there are tears in his eyes.

You know those tears when they just drop from your eyes and it's not like you're hysterical or crying uncontrollably but the tears just keep coming and coming and the more you try to calm down , the worse it gets? Yeah, him.

Would almost automatically tell you that everything is fine. When you confront him, pointing out that he's literally crying, will get even more confused than you. "Hah, seems like you're right, dear" he says with a small smile, giving up on the idea of hiding it from you. After all, it's too late for that anyway.

It feels... not even humiliating, no. It's weird, scary even, to be so open around someone. To be stripped of his mask so suddenly.

And yet he doesn't have time to care when your hands hold him oh so tenderly, when you cup his face and ask him what's wrong.

"Nothing, nothing, really. Just getting a bit sentimental here. Just... hold me like that for a bit more, 'kay?" he manages to whisper with a faint smile before pressing his face in the crook of your neck.

God feeling his tears on your skin feels so surreal. And heartbreaking too.

With each tender touch he gets even more emotional, to the point when he literally chokes on his own tears. Please hold him, run your fingers through his hair, kiss the top of his head.

He just doesn't get it, it feels so good to be held by you, why does his stupid heart hurts so much then?

Honestly he didn't cry for so long and there are so many repressed feelings, just let him let it all out.

He'll probably fall asleep in your arms, feeling very exhausted after the sudden emotional outburst. In the morning would act like nothing has happened, making some dismissing comments about him being a bit overdramatic last night. Don't let him withdraw into himself but don't push him to open up too much as well.

Just touch him more often from now on, especially when he looks like he had a bad day. And eventually he'll turn into your lap cat, reaching out for your warmth himself with or without reason.

"You're being clingy again" "Am not <З" all while sitting on your lap.

You've domesticated him so good luck.

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr aventurine #aventurine #aventurine x reader #walp's writing #fell in love with this request the moment i saw it

[kalliyen]

Streamer Luck 🍀

Pairing: Wanderer x GN!Reader

Featuring: Wanderer (Genshin Impact)

Genre: Fluff, Modern AU

Summary: Streamer Wander drabbles lmao enjoy <33

Reader’s Pronouns: They/Them

Warning: wanderer (just brace yourself) bro is actually astronomically down bad, sorry id there’s any spelling or grammar mistakes i am delirious rn

Disclaimer: ⚠️ ONLY A WORK OF FICTION!

i. ‘wym you’re not single and rotting in a basement?’

Wanderer has been playing for hours on end, you could barely keep up with it.

He hasn’t come out of his room for hours and you were starting to get worried about his appetite, and his emotional well being.

Because you were such a good and doting partner, you decided to make Wanderer’s fave dish, and deliver it to his room.

Knocking on his door, he lets out a brief hum, signaling that it was good to come in. Careful not to get to close to the camera, not wanting to reveal yourself to his audience just yet.

Chat noticed the presence of another person in the room, and immediately bombarding Wanderer with questions like “who tf is that???” and “where did they spawn from???”

“Darling you’ve been streaming for 6 hours, take a break and eat first okay? Just call me when you need anything else.” You state, trying to resist giving him a peck on the lips.

Your boyfriend pauses his game, looks at you, then chat, and decides to pull your waist to his level to give you not one peck, but multiple.

Taken aback but not at all surprised from your boyfriend’s sudden show of affection, you lean into the kiss, missing the feel of his lips on yours.

Chat absolutely EXPLODES when they saw that, but Wanderer did not give two shits, and decided to kiss your hand, while deeply looking into your eyes

“Thanks Honey, I’ll take a break and eat this, thank you so much for looking out for me :)”

“No problem darl, just come out when I call you for dinner okay?” “Yes honey” And with that you leave the room, leaving Wanderer with him and his chat

He scans the messages, multiple times he sees “SO DOWN BAD LMAOO” and “did u kidnap them or something to take are of you”

A little irked at chat, he angrily replies “No I am NOT down bad (he is) and NO I did not kidnap them. They’re my partner. Why is that so hard to believe?”

ii. honey face reveal when?

Ever since you’ve made your existence known to Wanderer’s fan base they’ve been calling you Honey, mostly mocking him about the nickname he has for you. (they do find it cute tho fr)

They tell him to bring you into the stream more, saying that they missed your voice and your sweet personality, honestly they don’t give a fuck about him no more they just wanna see you

Wanderer gets annoyed (again, this man is always mad at his chat somehow), and says that he can’t force you to show yourself to them, which his chat respects.

“Also their sweetness and cuteness is for me only, not my fault that you guys are lonely and don’t have a partner. Imagine that, what a massive L” he says to his chat, and they start arguing with him again. (someone save his fan base)

iii. HONEY REVEALLL !!!!!

Seeing that your boyfriend’s fans really liked you, you decided to tell Wanderer that you’re finally comfortable with sharing your face to the internet, which he was really happy with. Because god he really wanted to show of the love of his life to the world, and smash it in their faces that only he could have you.

You suggest to him that you do a cute little baking stream together as your face reveal, and he couldn’t deny the adorable smile on your face while suggesting it to him, so of course he obliged.

While he was setting up the cameras and you were setting up the ingredients you felt really nervous, thoughts of ‘what if they don’t like me?’ plagued your mind, and Wanderer sensed your uneasy demeanor. He came up to you and gave you a kiss that meant ‘don’t be nervous honey, i’ll always be here for you.’

He turns the stream on and immediately people start to come in, surprised at the change of scenery.

‘Wanderer doesn’t live in his basement confirmed?!?!’ a TTS message read, and he gave the camera a glare

Chat immediately noticed you and started chanting “HONEY!” “OH MY GOD ITS HONEY FINALLY”

You gave a meek wave to the camera, still a bit nervous, but with Wanderer’s hand on your waist you knew you had nothing to worry about.

“Hello everyone,,,,I’m y/n, you probably know me as ‘honey’ and i’m…..wanderer’s partner” you say with small smile on your face, eyes turning into small slits

In conclusion, the stream was a success and chat was absolutely smitten with you.

bonus: iv. Honey takes over the channel 😱

Now that you’ve gotten more comfortable showing yourself on stream, you sometimes played games with Wanderer too, like co-op in this game called Genshin or other games that allowed two person players.

Sometimes, you even started streams yourself whenever you wanted to share something to his audience, or get advice from them when you start a new game.

Wanderer of course sees these streams and he just has the lovey dovey-est smile in the world, you swear you saw his eyes turn into hearts.

Damn, his streamer luck is insane.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin crack #genshin fluff #genshin modern au #scaramouche #wanderer #kunikuzushi #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin drabbles #genshin x you #genshin scenarios #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #genshin angst #genshin imagines

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♡ how you get the girl | quinn hughes

quinn hughes x fem!reader

summary: after you walk out on quinn, he realizes he made the biggest mistake of his life, leading him to your doorstep. wet, soppy, and begging for forgiveness.

warning(s): cursing, kissing and grinding and stuff leading to sex but no actual sex described??? idk it just gets heated, angst but there is a happy ending!!!! <33333

author's note 💌: i love writing for quinn. he's my fave. anyways, i got a request to do a part two to the "you're losing me" imagine so! hope u enjoy!

read part one here !!

YOU LEFT HIM. And for a moment, the longest moment of his life, it felt like Quinn’s heart stopped beating. It felt like a wake-up call. 

Ever since becoming captain, his focus shifted. His eyes grew tired, waking up before you had the chance to pepper him with kisses in the morning. His arms felt sluggish, coming home later and later, trying to perfect his performance, trying to be a good captain for the team, trying to be the person they needed after a terrible, horrific season. He was trying so hard to be what they needed that he forgot about the most important person in his life, and what she needed.

The second you walked out the door, he knew he fucked up. He knew he should’ve called out for you, or kissed you before you had the chance to break up with him and end it all, or promise to be there, to be what you needed. But that argument—it felt like the end. He hadn't lost you in that moment; you had been slipping away for much longer.

“Hey, where’s Y/N going?” Brock drunkenly draped his arm over Quinn’s shoulder, watching him watch the door like you were going to come back and rush into his arms, saying that it was all a huge mistake; that you didn’t mean what you said; that you didn’t care that Quinn had made no time for you in the months he became captain. But that’s not who you are. When you say something, you mean it. 

“I fucked up,” he whispered, like he didn’t want to believe that it was true. 

Brock’s brows raised, his words a bit slurred but still comprehensive. He pouted. “What did Captain Huggy do now?”

“She asked me if I wanted to marry her.”

Brock released a breath as if gaining his sobriety. “Oh shit. What’d you say?”

Quinn gulped, not believing the words he was gonna say. Of course he wanted to marry you. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. He would give up anything to be with you, even hockey. And he should’ve said it, he knows he should’ve said it. But would you even believe him if he did? He hasn’t spent a waking minute with you for the past three months. You don’t do that to someone you love. “I said no.”

“What did you want to say?”

Quinn didn’t even hesitate. He didn’t have to think about his answer. “That I would marry her in a heartbeat. That I fucked up and I don’t even know how to fix it.” That when he’s asleep, you’re the only thing he sees in his dreams; that when he’s at practice, and he sees his teammates with their wives and kids, he wonders what it would be like for you to be there, your child on your lap, cheering him on from the stands; that he knows he’s been neglecting you, but he just felt like you would always be there, even if he stopped paying attention. 

“So what’re you gonna do?”

Walking back into the party, Quinn scrambled to find his car keys, ignoring the questions of where he’s going and if he’ll return because, for once, he didn’t care about what they thought about him. All he thought about was making it up to you and getting you back.

After fifteen of the longest minutes of his life, he finally made it to your apartment. He knew you would be here instead of his, but it broke his heart nonetheless. You always said that you hated being here. It felt cold and lonely in contrast to Quinn’s, but after these past couple months, neither apartment felt like home. 

It was raining outside as he paced outside your apartment complex, trying to come up with the right words, not wanting to say something that’ll upset you further. His suit was wet, his hair shaggy, and his new white socks a squishy mess. You deserved more than him, he thought. You deserved so much better. Someone that would actually be there for you and love you and take care of you. That wasn’t Quinn; it was never going to be Quinn, but the least he could do was try.

Knocking on your door, Quinn shook from the rain, and maybe also from a little bit of fear. As terrible as it sounds, he knew you still loved him, but he was worried that that part of your heart was growing smaller and smaller by the second. 

Opening your door, you saw the wet mop on his head and his flustery red cheeks. He was standing in a puddle of rainwater and his hands were trembling. You wanted to hold them, give him a mug of hot chocolate, and warm him up. Swaddle him in a fuzzy blanket, cuddle him, and never let go, but you were also pissed as hell. Why was he standing here? Did he want to rub it in some more? That the only guy you’ve ever truly loved, that you ever actually considered marrying, doesn’t want you? That’s just messed up.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, anger still laced in your tone. But you felt like your heart was stuck in your throat. You wanted to push it down, but the longer you looked at Quinn and his sad stupid eyes, you resisted it a little less.

“I was afraid,” he muttered, a little less than a whisper. 

You rolled your eyes. You’ve been together for years, and he was afraid to tell you he loves you? That he sees a future with you? That he could maybe possibly want to marry you? 

Not wanting to hear his excuses, you held your hand on the wood, attempting to close the door as he held it open, a plea in his eyes—please hear me out. “I was afraid that I wouldn’t be what you needed. You shouldn’t marry me. You deserve so much more than me, Y/N.”

You scoffed. “And that’s supposed to be your decision? I get to decide who and what I deserve, not you.” Tearing your eyes from him, Quinn felt his heart plummeting even faster. He can’t lose you. “You know, maybe you were right, Quinn. Maybe we don’t have a future together.” 

Was he dying? Was Quinn dying? Is this what death felt like? He felt like he was dying. Everything was going wrong. He was wet, you two weren’t back together yet, and somehow you are even more mad at him than before he came.

Just be honest, his mind screamed.

“I thought that I needed to be what everyone else needed,” he said, staring at the puddle of rain he tracked in. “I needed to be a good captain, I needed to be a good player for the fans and for the organization, I needed to be good for my family, but I forgot about you and what you needed.”

“You don’t need to be on for me, Quinn!” you shouted, not caring for your neighbors that could probably hear from down the hall or the people walking past your guys’ melodramatic scene. “If you just told me how you felt, I would’ve been there! I would’ve been there for you!” your eyes were stinging, sparkling with unshed tears. “But you pushed me aside like I was nothing.”

“Y/N-”

“No, no.” You shook your head. “I think you should go-”

“I’ve thought about marrying you since the moment I met you. Since the moment you met my family and you couldn’t care less that Jack had no idea what personal space was, and that Luke was in love with you so he always asked to sit next to you at dinner. And how invasive my parents were and my grandma giving you those crazy ten-minute-long hugs and always asking you when you were going to give her grandchildren. I’ve thought about marrying you since our first date when I got whipped cream on my nose from the funnel cake we shared and you licked it off even though it was our first date, and I thought ‘this girl is crazy and I think I’m in love with her.’ I’ve thought about marrying you every time we went to a wedding together, not even caring about the actual ceremony because I was imaging it was you and I walking down that aisle and you would start crying during your vows but you’d somehow also sneak in some sort of joke about me balding soon that would get everyone laughing and I would somehow fall more and more in love with you than I was before. 

Quinn walked closer, you let him. “Believe me, I want to marry you, Y/N. I would do it right now if I could.”

“So why-”

“I saw you pulling away. I knew I was losing you. I knew that hockey and my life and everything going on right now was hard, and I didn’t want you to be stuck with it if we got married. I didn’t want you to feel like you were stuck with me.”

You breathed out shakily, not expecting…any of that. “I don’t care if you go on roadies every other week, bring me with you. I don’t care if you have a bruised eye or a missing tooth, I’ll be there with an ice pack. If you have to practice from 5 in the morning to 5 in the afternoon, wake me up and I’ll be there with snacks! If the Canucks tank this entire season or they win every single game, I’ll still be here. I don’t care about any of it," you shook your head. "I only care about you. 

You held his wet cheeks, his eyes closing against your warm palms. “I’m not stuck with you,” you whispered against his lips. Planting a soft kiss, you felt him chasing your lips as you pulled back. “I want to be with you forever. But what do you want?”

For the first time in his life, he didn’t have to think. “I want you, Y/N. I want to marry you, and grow old with you, and do everything with you. I just- I want you.”

Standing on your toes, you pulled Quinn into a kiss, his lips quickly closing the distance. He melted into your body, his hands finding themselves underneath the fabric of your shirt, wrapping his arms around your torso as if you were going to dissipate into a clear mist.

As you backed into the apartment, Quinn kicked the door shut, sealing the world outside. With the living room dimly lit, you found yourselves on the couch, pulled gently onto his lap, his hands exploring the curves of your body. “I love you,” he whispered, wanting to get closer, closer, so much closer.

Meeting his urgency, you grinded against his hard-on, licking his lips. “Yeah?” 

He nodded profusely, already imagining you back at his apartment, where you were meant to be, in his bed, in his shirt, moaning his name. “Yeah.”

You smirked, lifting your shirt over your head, your lacy red bra being on full display. Quinn's eyes drank in the sight, his desire palpable in the air. “Show me how much.”

Quinn wasted no time, his hands finding the clasp of your bra, skillfully releasing the constraints. As the fabric fell away, his hands traced the contours of your skin, a silent vow to explore every inch. To kiss each mole and each dimple, and thank whatever godly entity led you to him. 

"Wanna marry you," he moaned into your lips.

"You obsessed with me or something?" you smirked, giggling as he lifted you from the couch, carrying you to your bedroom.

"Something like that."

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes x reader #i love quinn

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Rewards -Simon 'Ghost' Riley NSFW

Photo credits: @ave661

Based on a request:

So like.. here me out bro.. (I thought about this while doing dishes-..) Olderbf!ghost (23) x college!fy/n (20) Y/n was stressing about a paper that was half her overall grade,when she found out she made a 100/100 ghost took her shopping and went out on a date (the man needs his own reward to doesn’t he? Also now it takes place after their date) so when she was busy with extra work at her desk ghost came behind and started messaging her boobs.. so they went to the couch and cuddled as she sat in his lap she felt something poking her “hey ghostie? Is that your phone in your pocket?”“No love I don’t have my phone on me right now” And so she was flustered as he began to hold her hips and dry hump her (dry humping is one of my fave things 😘) anyways after their little “fun time” the next morning they had brunch (the rest of this isn’t important I just wanted to add it) they had brunch with some friends and ghost became touchy.. resting his hand on her thigh.. grazing her pantie lines.. after all he wants to reward his smart collage girl 😘😘

---- F!Reader, smut, older!bf Ghost, uni student!reader, dry humping, MDNI, thigh fucking ----

A/N: sorry it's short...but I hope ya like it :)

Finals week, books, lots of hours staring at paper or a screen, coffee and him, what a way to study. After long hours of taking the test, you come back home to him. You walk in and he is already waiting by the door. "So?" he asks nervously for the grade of the exam. "Seventy-five out of seventy-five." He smiles and wraps his arms around you, spinning you around as he does so. "That's my girl," he puts you down and gives you a big kiss.

After much talk over dinner and many kisses later, you went back to studying for the next exam, he was on the sofa next to your desk. Watching in awe as you study. You look at him and smile before going back to studying and that was enough to make him stand up, walk behind your chair and place his head on your shoulder. "Number nine is wrong, think again," his voice soft. Simon begins to let his big strong hands wander to your chest, cupping your boobs and massaging them. You lean back and close your eyes, he chuckles. "Let's go to the sitting room and cuddle, yeah?"

One simple nod from you and now, he and you lay on the couch, watching some shit comedy special and having lazy laughs throughout the night. Your warm back to his cosy chest, his lips meeting your neck, you smile and snuggle to his touch. Moments like these were rare, especially during such a stressful week but Simon always managed to make it so special for you.

His large hands go under your shirt once more, and he plays with your boobs, adoring the softens of them as he looks at the screen. You shift close to him and then you feel it, something hard poking your bum. "Hey, Simon? I think you left your phone in your pocket again," you look back just a little and catch him grinning. "S'not my phone, lovie," he nuzzles his face to your neck and kisses it. "…Oh," your cheeks flushed as you understand what was poking you. His hands, travelling down to your hips, he begins to dry hump you, his hardened cock being grinned at you. You let out a soft and needy moan. "Simon~" From your lips, a whisper leaves. "Shh, it's okay, lovie," his voice lower and darker as he lets out a grunt.

He slowly pulls his trousers down, lifts your skirt and removes your panties. "Lovie, let me fuck those pretty thighs, yes?" He asks as he begins to let his cock slowly get in between your thighs. His thrusts are slow and nice, his fat cock and balls hitting your thighs. "This is what my smart little girl gets," his voice is lower now. Your hands holding yourself from falling off. His moans so deep and hot, "Fuck, R/N, the things you make me feel," he moans, his cock twitching with anticipation. Your soft thighs are the perfect warmer for now.

His cum, leaking and painting your inner thighs with the sticky seed. You were more than aroused but he wouldn't reward you just yet, after all, good girls pass all their exams before getting the big and warm reward.

The next morning, as you celebrated yet another successful exam, your friend group all went out to brunch. He of course joined and throughout much of the meal, his warm hands played with your thighs. Caressing them, giving them a nudge anytime he felt your hands wandering on his belt. He knew your tricks all too well, and he took had some under his sleeve. He drags your chair closer to his, his thumb playing with the pantie line, giving you looks and teasing neck kisses.

He knows how to get you hot and bothered, so, he begins to whisper dirty jokes to you, telling you plans of what he'll do to you once home. "And then, I'm going to make you scream my name, lovie. Make sure your body is marked by me, my cum all over those pretty tits of yours," he whisper filled with nothing but lust. He can see you squirm on your seat, playing innocent to your friends as he gives you plans on how to make you more obedient.

And that is why you end up tied to the bed, a gag ball to your mouth as he tapes a vibrator to your thigh. Your moans muffled, as he spanks your cunt, smirks and chuckles when you let our cries of pleasure. "It's what you wanted no, to be used and rewarded, darling," he kisses your cheek before slowly fingering your cunt. Your eyes fill with tears as your third orgasm builds up. Your nod only leads him to praise you, "oh that's my good girl," he kisses your forehead and walks away, letting his little toys play with his good girl.

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4: the cold // series m.list

note: reblogging w fic taglist cos the limit is annoying n my posts keep glitching </3 sorry for the long wait! i literally finished c2u and was working on c2u's extras as well as attempting to keep my life together LOL . this jk is literally GETTING INTO IT YUHHH . hope everyone is enjoying the story ,, i'm so excited for the rest ! we're halfway thru :( if u missed aao jk ,, lmk ur fave moment of his as of now huhuhuuuu

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Picture this. 

Jungkook sent you a text, claiming to be sick. He said:

jungkook (liar) 3:09PM: no fr i get so dizzy standing up lol

jungkook (liar) 3:09PM: deadass i’m wearing like 7 layers and i’m chilly af .. need the warmth of ur arms, baby 🙏🏼

jungkook (liar) 3:10PM: do u think u can come by w some medicine? i’d owe u like… my whole heart

jungkook (liar) 3:10PM: nvm gave that to u already 😘✋🏽

Your natural response to his concerning text messages was to call him. When you called to check up on him, you noted how he coughed at every perfect pause... How his voice was toned groggy with a hint of pathetic. 

Just as pathetic as his lie. 

Does he think you're dumb? Fine. Two can play this game.

The second Jungkook opens the door and is greeted by his friends, grinning goofily with alcohol in their hands—he feels the urge to shut the door at their face. “Ah, for fucks sake—”

“Not so fast!” Hobi squeals as he grabs your wrists and tugs you from the back of the crowd to the front. Offering you to Jungkook, Hobi winks, “I believe this belongs to you.”

Jungkook’s eyes soften at the sight of you.

Lowering his head, he purses his lips for a kiss. You blink at him, letting him stand there like a fool. A few of his friends chuckle at the rejection, but it doesn’t dishearten Jungkook. Instead, he lifts his head and carries on. 

Hey, the kiss was worth a shot. 

With a patient tone, he tries to talk this out. “I thought it was just going to be you coming over...”

Shrugging at him, you answer; “And I thought you were sick.” 

"Well, what can I say? I always feel better whenever you're around." Jungkook chides.

Unimpressed, you tsk at him. “Nice try, buddy.”

Your hunch was right.

Jungkook wasn't sick.

There was no eye bag in sight, no cough to be heard, and with the short amount of time it took him to answer the door; he doesn't seem dizzy at all. If anything, he looks freshly showered and prepared.

For a sick man, his 5PM fit was rather suggestive. He's wearing jeans, and a white wife beater with an off-white button-up unbuttoned. He must know he's hot, right? He wore this on purpose.

"A little dressed up for someone who should be pretending to be sick..." you poke his chest.

Jungkook grins, instantly shrugging his button-up off. "Oh, my bad. Here, I'll undress and—"

"Jungkook!" you gasp as you tug his button-up back on. "Your friends are here! Don't be so shameless—"

"Whose fault is that?" he laughs. "___, was I not clear when I asked for you? You. Not the circus.”

“Hey!” Nam Joon cries from the crowd. “Are you calling me a clown?”

Jungkook lifts his head and shakes it. Smiling at his hero, he assures Nam Joon; “Not you, hyung. I love you.”

Earning a few laughs, the moment ends when Jin interrupts and pushes past you. Jungkook places his arm in front of your body, gently moving you against the wall. He shoots Jin a glare but Jin doesn't seem to catch on. He makes one final comment before inviting himself into Jungkook's home; “Stop sucking Joon's dick and let us in!”

As his friends cheer and begin to invade his home, you stand still and laugh at them hustling in. As they make random remarks, Jungkook warns them not to touch certain things in his living room and that his bedroom is off-limits. Walking in, his friends can't help but feel out of place when they spot the homecooked meal Jungkook prepared for you two. The table is all set up. The projector is ready to go in the living room corner, accompanied by the ever so comfy set up of pillows and fuzzy blankets on the couch… The fuzzy blanket on the couch that Taehyung and Hobi have now wrapped themselves in.

Yeah..

Jungkook did not see this coming. He groans at the very sight. His plans were ruined.

Once Jimin gets his little ass inside, you take that as your cue to head in. You duck under Jungkook's arm and just as you think you’re about to get away—he stops you. He takes a step back and swoops his other arm around your waist.

“Not so fast.”

You huff. “Okay. I’ll walk in slow motion—”

“___…” Jungkook says in a warning tone. “Yah, I said I was sick and you show up here with my friends?”

You poke his chest. “I had a feeling you were up to no good. I brought reinforcement.”

For the most part, Jungkook likes to think he has you figured out. Then, you pull shit like this and he is completely tongue-tied.

Jungkook can’t help but applaud your move. It’s petty and nonchalant… It’s well played. Yet, he feels bittersweet at the very realization that you’ve outsmarted him so early on. 

To be fair, his main moves are centered around lies. 

… Is it so wrong that he thought he could at least get one last good lie before facing the truth?

The truth is that he has grown to like you so much he has completely lost control of his words and thoughts. Every time he’s around you—that’s it. That’s the entire moment. That’s his entire world. He doesn’t know how to keep it that way, you know? He hasn’t figured out how to freeze time and just be with you. So, he lies. He lies in an attempt to make the moment last just a second longer. 

He knows he could have you with a simple conversation and his bunny smile. He knows he’s kindhearted and would be a great boyfriend if you let him… He’s just having a hard time navigating through all the feelings. They consume him faster and fiercer than he expected. The only way to keep up is to keep you near, and the only way to keep you near is to keep making excuses. 

Thus, this week’s excuse. 

He huffs at you. "A home-cooked meal, a movie on my projector, and comfy blankets... Means I'm up to no good? Come on, ___. This is ridiculous!"

"You've been so mischievous ever since—"

"It was just the ice skating thing!" Jungkook defends himself.

"It was also the pocky thing—"

His eyes light up. Jungkook’s lips curve into a smirk. "Ah... Thinking about our kiss, huh?"

Now you feel sick.

Was he serious? How does he do this to you? He says everything so bluntly and out of pocket, your tummy has no choice but to flip upside down and feel all the butterflies flutter.

"N-no!" you panic.

"Pucker up and prove me wrong," Jungkook insists, shutting his eyes and pursing his lips at you. "Like you said, I'm not sick. Kissing me won't get you sick—love sick, maybe..."

You cross your arms at him.

"Jungkook."

Opening his eyes one at a time, he puts his hands up and lets you go. He'll admit defeat here. Clearly, you aren't happy with his moves...

He'll try this.

He'll try honesty.

“___," he smiles, attempting to lighten the mood. "Hey, I was trying to—”

“Flirt?” you finish his sentence. “Yeah, sure… Has it ever occurred to you that you can flirt with me without lying?”

His eyes widen. 

“Does it bother you that much?” He asks, feeling like he is completely messed up. “I’m sorry, baby. I thought it was harmless—”

You shake your head, denying his accusation. It was deeper than that. It is the principal and the root of his lying being a habit in your relationship.

“It’s not that it bothers me that much… It's just... Y-you don't have to do all this, you know? I like getting to know you, but it feels like it's impossible. You keep setting up scenarios for yourself to look good in or for me to take care of you in. I'd do it regardless if you're hurt or not. You know that, right?"

"I do," Jungkook agrees. "I just..."

You look at him with sincere eyes. "Jungkook, I'm just not understanding... Why? It’s just weird to me that you were so confident and honest when you confessed. To be honest, I really admire that part of you. B-but now that you’re… That w-we’re…. Uhmm—it's different. You're acting differently. You can flirt with me all you want. It's whatever... But maybe try something else? I'm tired of you lying, Jungkook.”

He gulps.

"You want honesty?" Jungkook begins. "Here it is... I like you too much. Like, so much that I don't know what to do with myself whenever you're around—not to mention it's even worse when you're not. I want your attention. All the time. Everything about me for everything about you."

"Jungkook—"

"Can you wait for me?" He asks you unexpectedly. "Wait for me to get it right... Because I know I can. I will get it right."

When you two join everyone inside, Jungkook’s apartment is filled with so much chaos it’s difficult for him not to A) partake and B) be upset about everyone crashing his date night (by ambush). 

Honestly, Jungkook’s been pretty busy lately. He’s been neglecting his social life as school, work, and you (not that he’s complaining) have been taking over. In a way, he finds it sweet that you ruined his plans with yours. Especially since you came in with all his friends. It was a nice surprise. He will definitely take note of your sneaky ways too. 

By the time everyone gets hungry, there’s barely any space for anyone to eat. Some friends are sitting on the floor, eating off the coffee table or parts of the couch. Others are eating standing up, and the rest crowd over his tiny kitchen island and dining table. There are a few girls you’ve invited here and just as usual, you all went to the bathroom together. As you all enter back into the scene, there is absolutely no space. 

“___!” Jin calls you over. “Eat with us.”

You look at the girls and exchange laughs. They tease you before pushing to towards the dining table. As you approach, you realize there’s barely space let alone a seat. Without much thought, you gravitate towards Jungkook who is sitting and eating. Squeezing your way through, he notices you and nods towards Hobi. Hobi then responds by handing you a plate of food Jungkook set aside for you. Taking the plate, you thank Hobi. Jungkook then pushes his chair back and just as he’s about to get up from his seat to give to you—

“No, it’s okay. Sit.” You insist. 

“But you don’t have a seat—”

Then, it happens so naturally.

You place your plate on the table next to his and take a seat on his lap. When you do this, all the boys exchange looks but say nothing. Their eyes almost pop out of their head and Hobi even chokes on his food. He tries to hide it and turns away so you don’t think twice about it. They’re all aware of how shy you are and this? This was a big thing for Jungkook that they couldn’t ruin. You were finally coming out of your shell.

Thank god.

Meanwhile, Jungkook feels winded. 

He can’t believe this. 

He can’t believe you.

But given the circumstances… He might just have to. So, he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he smiles at you warmly and tells you that he put all your favourites on your plate. He tells you to eat everything and that he ordered strawberry bingsoo for dessert. 

“I love strawberries!” you gasp. Looking up, you bat your eyelashes and tease him, “yah, you make it too obvious you have a crush on me… You know that?” 

Jungkook squints at you, followed by scrunching his nose. You lean against his forehead and mimic his little stare. 

It takes everything in him to not lean in and kiss you.

Slowly but surely, everyone leaves. The only ones left are you, Jungkook, and the other 6 clowns. Yoongi and Jin went out to start the cars while Joon, Taehyung, Jimin, and Hobi finished up taking the trash out or washing the dishes. 

You and Jungkook are tidying the living room. He thanks you for organizing the little get-together and apologizes again for lying to you about being sick. You tell him it wasn’t that serious—it was just built-up confusion and frustration. Further, you tell him that you don’t want him to see you as someone that he has to jump through hoops to spend time with. You tell him you want it too. You want to spend time with him too. You want to get to know him too. 

You want to fall in love—

"I can do that," Jungkook nods, understanding where you're coming from. Your thoughts are interrupted as he fluffs the final pillow and grabs your hands. He squeezes them and then lets go. "But only if you stop being so oblivious. At least try, you know? It's hard for me too. Like, we're dating and I'm trying to woo you and shit—"

Dating?

Woo you?

Shit.

Your heart skips a beat.

"Wait," you pause. "Jungkook, a-are we dating?”

Just when he opens his mouth to speak, Hobi interrupts. 

“___, let’s go! Jin wants to race Yoongi!” 

Jungkook blinks at Hobi. “You’re not racing when ___’s in the car. Are you mad?”

Hobi lifts his hands. “Shit man, I’m just the messenger!”

Without skipping a beat, Jungkook turns to you with stern eyes. “I’ll drive you home.”

You decline. “You’re already home. Relax, it’s Jin. He’s all talk and no bite.”

“___…”

As a compromise, you promise him; “I’ll ride in Yoongi’s car.”

He thinks about it for a moment. Then, he realizes he has no other practical choice. “Fine. At least if you guys do race, you’ll be in the winning car.”

Hobi coughs. “Yo, what the fuck? I’m riding in Jin’s.”

You laugh and tell Hobi you’ll meet them out the door in a second. Hobi leaves immediately, yelling at Jimin to trade spots with him so he can ride with Yoongi. Once he’s out the door, Jungkook’s apartment falls in silence. 

“.... I better get going,” you breathe. “I’ll see you around?”

Scanning his apartment, you smile at the sight of everything being tidy. Picking up your feet, you head towards the door. Like a sad puppy, Jungkook trails behind you.

As you head out, Jungkook feels an urge in his stomach to make this moment last longer. “Oh... S-sure. See you at the library tomorrow?”

“You hate the library.”

“No, I don’t—”

“It’s also Saturday tomorrow.”

Jungkook blinks at you. “I love spending my Saturdays in the library.”

Giggling at his awful attempt, you remind him, “hey, we just talked about you and your fibs—”

“Sorry, sorry,” Jungkook surrenders. He puts his hands up and tilts his head. Pouting as you put your shoes on, he continues to ramble. “See what I mean? I say the wildest things just to be with you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, plopping back up. Jungkook then helps you put your jacket on and gives you your tote bag. “Whatever you say, liar.”

He rolls his eyes at you. As you open the door, you face him with a silly face. He ruffles your hair as he bids his farewell, “Goodnight. Text me when you get home, baby.” 

Then, just like that, the door shuts and Jungkook is all alone.

As he turns away and finally feels like he can catch his breath after everything that happened between you two tonight, he hears the door knock. Turning back, he reaches for the doorknob, opens the door, and sees you standing there. 

“Did you forget something?”

“Goodnight kiss.”

He draws a blank. 

“What—”

Jungkook’s heart skips a beat as you tiptoe and reach for the nape of his neck and pull him close. Leaning in, you press your lips against him and kiss him softly. Without hesitating, he kisses you back and chases your lips the second you pull away. 

You pull away too fast for his liking.

“Okay, goodnight—”

He kisses you again, deepening it as much as he can. When you pull away to catch your breath, he sneaks in one last kiss. Then, he kisses your cheeks and turns you around. Before sending you off, he teases you one last time. 

“Go away. I hate you.”

Laughing at his words, you realize that sometimes—they aren’t so bad.

Him and his lies.

You and your reading in between lines.

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[tinyluvs]

i saw your post and i’m here with fluff suggestions 🫡

cuddling in bed after spencer gets home from a long case and you just have to debrief about what’s been going on in your lives all tangled up in each other 💀💀💀 i hope this is good, just an idea but i completely get the not being in the mood to write smut thing

you’re a real one for this, tysm, ily & this idea & you were so quick with it too like 🫶🏻 anyways hope you enjoy! soft reid and even softer reader are my faves ♡ xo

the corner of the bed dips and startles you slightly, not that you were asleep but instead, just dozing. "spence?" you mumble, squinting at the shape of your boyfriend whilst pushing yourself up onto your elbow

"hey sweetheart, go back to sleep, sorry for waking you," he whispers, looking over his shoulder with a soft smile. after a second he stands, moving to your side of the bed in one big step, "sorry," he repeats, bending to kiss your forehead, then the tip of your nose and finally your lips

"stop saying sorry, i wasn't even sleeping," you hum, pushing up on your hands to steal another kiss before he stands straight again, "i didn't think you were coming back tonight, i would've waited up," you pout at him slightly as he disappears across to the other side of the room

you watch him as he gets undressed, leaving his clothes in a pile on the floor while he rummages for his pyjamas, "we weren't supposed to, last minute thing," he explains, trailing off slightly at the end

once he's redressed he practically races across the room, flopping down on top of you before you could even put your arms out for him, "hey," you sigh with relief like you do every time he comes home safe, your fingers brushing gently through his hair

"hello," he answers simply, his voice muffled where his face is hidden against your neck. his hands slide underneath your body, colder than you'd like them to be against your back but you don't complain, "i love you,"

before you can respond his fingers tickle over your waist, "no! spence, don't you dare!" you gasp, eyes widening and hands grabbing at him in attempts to push him off of you, it doesn't work

spencer grins at you, "say it back and i won't," he offers with a small shrug

"i was going to anyway," you huff at him lightly. he raises an eyebrow at you, hands squeezing at your waist in warning, "okay! i love you too, please,"

he hums with satisfaction, dipping for a kiss through a cheeky smile before rolling off of you, his back hitting the mattress with a small bounce, "come here,"

without protest you wiggle across the bed while he switches off the lamp. the space next to him, under his arm was made for you, your body slotting against his like you're a two piece puzzle

your head rests on his shoulder while your legs tangle with his, both of your bodies using muscle memory to get comfy. his fingers trailing up and down the dip in your spine while yours trace patterns over his heart

"how's your week been?" he asks, turning slightly towards you, his cheek smushing against the top of your head, "do anything fun?"

"i went to the park with will and the kids, jack included," you whisper, "that was fun, we got ice cream and swung on the swings until we felt sick, will was a bit concerned,"

spencer chuckles while you giggle quickly, recalling the way will had pleaded his own two children, you and jack to get off of the swings for a while, "i bet jj will tell me about this when i see her," your boyfriend smiles, his cheeks rising causing your head to wobble slightly

"oh i bet, will won't ever let me hang out with them again!" quietly, you cry out, dramatically throwing your arm upwards before letting it smack back down onto the bed before giggling again

"m'sure he will, now, what else did you do? besides traumatising will," spencer yawns which makes you suddenly very conscious of the fact that it's the early hours of the morning and he must be exhausted

"we can talk about it tomorrow angel," tilting your head up, you rest you chin just below his collarbone, your knuckles ghosting over his jawline and slight stubble, which you adore

he looks down at you through his lashes with a slight frown, "no, please, carry on" he pauses to kiss your forehead, "i slept on the jet, hold on," in one movement he readjusts both of you, so you're laying on your sides, facing each other, legs still tangling together

"okay," you trail your fingers up his side, pausing to let him shiver as his body familiarises itself with the gentle touch before carrying on, "i finally took the disposable camera to get developed, tried a new coffee place that i think you will like," you start to list off, listening to spencer humming after each thing

"uhm, i made that recipe rossi gave me, it turned out amazing," groaning slightly as you remember the pasta, "oh! the guy in the flower shop gave me free sunflowers after i told him they were my favourites!" you gasp slightly

spencer gasps louder, his filled with offence, "i told you he had a crush on you," he hums, matter of factly while drumming his fingers against your hip bone. you lightly tap him with your hand, unable to fight the smile that passes over your lips as he laughs

"he does not!"

"oh, he does sweetheart but you're all mine," he grumbles through gritted teeth, squeezing you slightly too tight but only for a second before you're settling back against the warmth of his body, "did you finish that book you were reading?"

"i did! it was great, you can read it if you want," this time, you start to yawn, eyes becoming heavy against your will, "hey, have you got the day off tomorrow?" you ask

spencer pulls the duvet up, shimmying his shoulders until he's slightly further down the bed, "i do, i was thinking i could read that book over breakfast, we could go to that coffee place you were talking about, maybe the book store and get the ingredients for that pasta," he explains

"sounds perfect to me," with a soft sigh you allow tiredness to start taking over your body, your head lolling against his chest as your eyes flutter shut and all your senses fill with spencer

"and we are stopping by the flower store,"

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[garoujo]

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS — JUJUTSU KAISEN

feat : gojo satoru, geto suguru, itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi + nanami kento.

ღ warnings — f. reader, creampies / unprotected sex, aged!up characters, hidden feelings, just them falling in love w u sob, car sex in nanami’s.

ღ note — obey me version. i’m back with another one of these cause it’s always gonna be my fave trope of all time ! ! ! also got a lil carried away with satoru’s *sniffle* sorry ><

・✶ ｡ﾟ GOJO SATORU

gojo was almost too good at hiding his growing feelings for you, like he didn’t have your post notifications on on every social media platform you owned and like sight of a new picture of you didn’t make his cock twitch and thicken behind his uniform slacks. hiding his need for you behind teasing and always convincing you that staying a little bit longer wouldn’t do much harm.

satoru snaps his hips up into you with a bit more ferocity as he sinks his cock into your soaked cunt from where you’re straddling him, grinning when he’s elicited shaky moans and needy whimpers from your pouty, swollen lips. there’s a teasing smirk curling on his own when he feels your walls twitch around his cock, crystalline eyes almost rolling back at the ethereal sight of you above him. he didn’t expect to have feelings form in the place of pure lustful sex, but you were so good for him—all starry eyed and sweet and he should’ve known when he got that first, sweet taste of you he’d never be able to satisfy his craving. “gonna cum.. i, fuck.” you choke, voice heavenly when his name rolls off your tongue and he grins almost mockingly at how adorable you look lost in the pleasure only he can give you. “yeah? go ahead. fuck, don’t let me stop you, pretty girl.” satoru drawls and he watches your eyes squeeze shut before you’re creaming around his cock, his fingers tightening around your jaw to pull you in for a sloppy, wet, moaning kiss. there’s a rush of bliss through his nerves, in his whole being everytime he kisses you—he’ll never get enough, licking and grunting into your mouth, filling you up with his load while you moan and breathe your sighs across his lips in a tone he still finds himself dreaming about when you leave. so even when he’s still coming down from his orgasm, still lost in a half hormone-drunken haze he doesn’t hesitate to suddenly flip you underneath him and kiss all over your face, heated presses of his lips against your skin as you whimper at the over stimulation and grab at his toned shoulders. “oh? what’s the rush? i don’t think i want you to leave just yet, sweetheart.” satoru hums lowly and you give him a dreamy look through wet lashes when his softening cock twitches awake inside of your tight walls once more. “i’ll take good care of you, pretty girl.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ GETO SUGURU

it wasn’t supposed to happen at first — you’d both always been close but not like this. it had just happened after a long night together and ultimately you both enjoyed it too much to stop, but now it had gotten to the point where he didn’t want to lose you as a friend despite the way his heart yearned for more.

“g-god, pretty girl. feels so good, fucking—shit.” geto grunts, scratchy and breathless and it only takes a few more thrusts from the dark haired sorcerer before he��s following you off the cliff of his release, the hot rush of bliss taking over him. his cock flexes as he spills his loads inside of you with a surprised grunt, his body trembling above your own and it’s almost instinctive the way he hugs you closer, keeping you pressed tight against his chest while he smears messy kisses along your cheeks, riding out his orgasm through shallow thrusts as you both bask in the aftermath of your tingling pleasure. suguru shoots you a grin when he finally rolls off of you, keeping his arm trapped underneath you as his lips curl into a drowsy grin, and he’s hoping you can’t hear the racing of his heart when you wiggle closer to him, and he can’t help but kiss you once on the lips—hoping you’ll blame it on the post orgasm bliss, even though to him it’ll always be more than that. “you staying? s’posed to be stormy so saves you going home.” suguru asks, hoping his hopeful tone is masked behind his breathlessness even though his arm encourages you to curl up closer to him—and he hopes it’ll convince you to never leave. but for tonight—you do stay, so when an hours past and you’re breathing deep, asleep against his chest, suguru doesn’t need to hide the lovesick haze that’s fallen over him this time as his fingers trace his initials into your skin, whispering three quiet words against your temple before he’s curling up beside you, because for now, he’ll let himself love like this a little longer.

・✶ ｡ﾟ ITADORI YUUJI

itadori didn’t really understand what the arrangement was, in his mind you were dating — so you can imagine the confused and particularly hurt expression on his face when he has to listen to you introduce him as a friend, but watching other hungry gazes on you makes something particularly carnal burn in his stomach.

it’s almost desperate the way yuuji’s hands are grabbing at your hips, keeping you pressed tightly to the couch after you both finally arrive home from dinner with your friends. you’d never seen him like this, so needy and rough, his gaze heavy when he blinks down at you before focusing on the way your pretty tire juggle everytime he sinks his heavy cock back into your soaked cunt. “s-slow down, yuu—so much.” you whimper through pouty lips but even with his dazed mind he knows you don’t want him to stop. your mind is cloudy with how well he’s fucking you, losing yourself in the feeling of his huge body looming over your own as he moans ragged grunts of your name, smearing a mixture of his drool and kisses along the dip of your shoulder when he leans over you. “feel s-so good, baby, fuck! love this pussy, l-love it so much—‘ts mine, right? all mine—ughhh.” yuuji grunts, words half coherent when your walls are twitching so needily around him and your pussy is squelching with every unforgivable push of his hips, so you don’t reply immediately—too lost in the pleasure only he can give you, but this only makes him go harder. he curses roughly as he fucks into you eagerly, his hands almost curled into fists at your hips while his groans echo somewhere deep in his chest, and you feel like your body is almost crumbling with each crushing thrust into you as he hugs you closer—ruthlessly slamming his hips into your own. “p-please, baby. tell me ‘ts mine—fuck, gonna cum. please, please, ‘m yours so say it.” he almost pleads despite his ragged tone, but you hear him this time as your nails leave scratches of red along his biceps, his heavy cock kissing every part of you when you finally answer back. “fuck, y-yes i’m yours yuu!”

・✶ ｡ﾟ FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

he couldn’t help himself when it came to you, he had been particularly inexperienced at first but when you’d walked into his life he’d given you all of him, more than he’d ever given somebody else so maybe that’s why he couldn’t help the feelings that came a lot with it — still finding himself getting lost in you almost too easily.

it’s almost too much for him, you are, everytime he’s got you lying beneath him—blinking up at him through doe eyes and pouty lips and megumi feels like he could finish right there and then. “p-please, ‘gumi.” you whisper, eyes cloudy with want as you gaze up at him, your fingers smoothing through the raven strands of his hair before his hips roll into yours languidly, and megumi feels his heart race when you breathe his name—your walls squeezes around the sensitive head of his cock delightfully when he pushes up against the sweet spot inside of you. “you..” he grunts, jaw clenching when he fucks into you again before he restarts despite the way he feels lightheaded. “you feel so good, everytime.” he blinks slowly, trying to hold back the needy whimpers and whines that are dying on his tongue, as the grip he has on your waist tightens when he continues to sink his cock into your doughy cunt. “o-oh, fuck.” megumi breathes again, grunting and clenching his teeth and his pace stutters when you hiccup his name, tight walls clenching around him once more and he repositions his knees this time before he sets a new pace. “do you lov.. fuck—like, this?” he says, words barely coherent and he knows he means to ask do you like him, but he knows it’s not the time—when warmth is pooling in his stomach and he’s trembling before he’s curling over you, instead focusing on the needy mewls and moans falling from your lips. another time maybe.

・✶ ｡ﾟ NANAMI KENTO

it was fine at first, your agreement. he was mostly busy with work anyway, sometimes he’d pick you up on his way home and you always helped him relax after a long day or help take the tension from his body after some gruelling overtime. but he had gotten used to seeing you now, couldn’t help himself from imagining your silhouette in the kitchen preparing dinner or busying yourself with something in his home—he’d gotten comfortable with you and he wanted more.

it’s dark in the back seat of nanami’s car, your face pressed against the expensive leather as his thick hands grab at your hips—ruthlessly slamming his cock into your tight cunt from behind, as his eyes focus on the way your ass jiggles with each heavy thrust. “doing so well, sweetheart.“ nanami grumbles, his head falling forward as his body follows, pressing his chest against your back, and the new position allows you to hear how fucked out he is, every deep growl and slurred curse against your shoulder. you tremble from under him, feeling his toned bicep curl around your waist and you push back into him when you feel his calloused hand snake between your legs, practiced fingers rolling your already puffy and swollen clit. “focus on me, that’s it. so good for me.” nanami growls, quiet at first but his voice is close enough for you to hear his words, your tight walls twitching in reply before you babble “feels s-so good.” and the blonde haired male feels something primal, possessive take over him at the sweet tone of your voice—his cock throbbing inside of you. “it feels good? taking me so well.” you hear him groan, your words encouraging him to slam himself even harder into you, the sound of skin slapping growing louder with each of his heavy thrusts. “you’re gonna make me cum, sweetheart. you going to take it for me?” nanami drawls, voice low and ragged and ecstasy is all you feel with his words, his brows creasing from the almost brutal pace he’s challenged himself under but he was stroking your walls just right. “i.. i can take it.”

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[moonstruckme]

Hey girl. I saw you were asking for whimsical!reader. The one that you did with James was so cute!!! Could we get another part to that? Also you’re one of my fave authors on here.❤️❤️

Hey babe, so honored! There are so many amazing writers on here, so I really appreciate you taking the time to read my stories :) Thanks for requesting love!

cw: hurt (not direly) animal

James Potter x whimsical!reader ♡ 846 words

“Jamie, do we have any seeds?” James hears you enter through the front door. He turns down the TV to hear you better. 

“Seeds?” he asks. “Like, for gardening? I don’t think so, love.” 

“No, like sunflower seeds.” Your voice fades as you move into the kitchen, cupboard doors opening and closing. “Or actually, kale would do. Can I use some of your kale, please?” 

“What?” He gets up to go to you. “What are you making?” 

James finds you standing in front of the refrigerator, trying to tear open his container of kale with one hand and cradling an alarmingly complaisant-looking bird in the other. 

“Sweetheart,” James says slowly. You tilt your head at him. “Is that a baby bird?” 

“Of course not.” You smile guilelessly, eyelashes kissing at the corners. “Don’t be silly, I know better than to take a baby bird away from its nest. This is a bullfinch. It’s an adult, they’re just small.” 

He nods. “And why’ve you brought it inside, lovie?” 

“Because something’s wrong with it,” you say softly, as if wary of the bird overhearing. “It flew into Mrs. Hutchinson’s window—you know, the older woman down the way? Anyway, it’s alive, but I think it’s in shock or something. See how it’s letting me hold it in my hand?” 

James says that he does. 

“It shouldn’t be doing that,” you finish somberly.

You’re telling him. 

“But I’m fairly sure you’re not supposed to touch wild birds,” he worries, fighting vigorously against the urge to take the thing from your hand. “They carry diseases, don’t they?” 

“I’ll wash my hands.” You finally get the kale open, taking out a few leaves and holding them in front of the bird. “I couldn’t just leave it, Jamie. Mrs. Hutchinson has a cat. What if it had found it all frightened like this?” 

James takes a breath and forces himself to remember that these are the things he loves about you. Though he does prefer when your kinder traits don’t come at the risk of avian disease. 

“It’s not eating,” you fret, watching as the poor thing’s reddish belly pumps with quick, tiny breaths. “Do you think we should give it some water too?” 

“Can’t hurt,” James agrees, grabbing a small dish and filling it from the tap. “Why don’t you bring our little friend outside? We can put this stuff on the ground and see if it’ll eat then.” 

He doesn’t add that despite its equanimous facade, the bird is probably scared shitless sitting in your hand like that. You take to his suggestion happily, leading the way out to James’ small porch. You set the bird down gingerly. James does his best to match your carefulness, placing the little dish of water and a few pieces of kale in front of it. 

“Come on, lovely,” you coo, voice extra soft and sweet for the small creature. 

James’ chest aches at the sound of it. If this bird dies, he’s going to have to arrange a whole funeral for your sake. 

“Let’s give it some space,” he says gently, wrapping his fingers around your waist to encourage you back towards the door. “It might be too scared to eat with us around.” 

You press your lips together as you nod. James nuzzles your hair compassionately. The pair of you sit on his doorstep in silence, you gnawing your lip raw and him reminding himself repeatedly not to hold your hand. After what feels like hours, the bird moves. 

Its head twitches towards where you sit, and then, without even touching the meal you’d set out for it, it flies off. 

Ungrateful prick, James thinks. 

The sigh that leaves you is so loud that he starts to panic before he sees the relief on your face. 

“It’s okay,” you say, not quite teary but looking dangerously close. 

“It is,” James affirms. He’s unable to keep from smiling, you look so adorably thrilled. “It may not have had much appetite, but you saved it, angel.” 

“Did you see the way it looked at us?” You’re awed, looking up at him with huge eyes. “It knew. It could tell we were the ones that helped it.” 

James isn’t sure he can get fully on board with that theory, but he’s not going to burst your bubble. 

“I’m sure it did,” he says, standing and taking your wrists in his hands. You get up too, and James holds your hands out away from you, shouldering open the door to go back inside. 

You follow him gamely. “What are we doing?” 

He leads you over to the sink, forcing you to keep your hands in front of you like a surgeon’s the entire way. “Washing your hands,” he replies. “Don’t need you falling ill from some rare bird disease.”

“I don’t think our friend would have given me any diseases,” you say, though you don’t resist when he holds your hands under the hot water, pumping soap into them. “It liked me, I think.” 

“Oh, I have no doubt it did, sweetheart. But just to be sure.” 

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[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

Hello can I please request something with Charles Leclerc after this Shit show we've just witnessed today

Nothing Right In The Wrong - CL

It's been tiiiiiiiimmmmmeeeee since I last wrote for Charles. He's still my fave 100% but Lando has randomly crept into my attention and then people started requesting more for him. But I am so happy to write for Charles just as much. It is a bit short, but I kind of just want to show that y/n's there to support him however he needs.

Summary: Charles is riled from the way his race went from pole and podium sitting potential to not even top 5.

The radio message from Charles was enough for y/n to know that he was not happy, he is even less impressed with his team than he is with the race result.

Y/n manages to catch him before he's even pulled to the media pen, hoping she might be able to talk him into calming down while he walks with a Ferrari team member.

She doesn't say anything, there's no point. He's upset, he's clearly wanting to get media over and done with quickly. He wants the debrief and he wants to talk about how they left him to the wolves after making the call for a one stop race. Instead she links their hands and the squeezing, while sweaty, is also almost cripplingly tight but it works in slowly relaxing him till he loosens just in time for them to arrive at the media pen.

There was a brief explanation as to why Carlos was allowed ahead, having pressure from Perez and needing to think of his own race ahead of the teams collectively.

"Wait for me here." Charles mumbles, not leaving her without a kiss as he leans down and quickly pecks her lips then walking away.

Y/n waits, speaking to some of the other drivers as they make their way inside to speak to the media too. All paired with someone from their team to record the interviews for their own archive.

"Come on, babe." Charles murmurs relinking their hands, and maybe slightly rudely cutting into a conversation with Carlos. Who Charles is not directly mad at, but he's bitter over the call for him to have to let Carlos pass.

Y/n shoots the Spaniard an apologetic look as she's tugged away. Charles is not concerned about others feelings right now, especially when his temper combine with the toothache he has is making his mood bitter even more.

Y/n doesn't sit in on the debrief but the exit of it is pretty much unsurprising that he wants to get out of there.

It's not till they're in the car that Charles finally breaks the tense silence, wanting to make his girlfriend feel comfortable enough to at least hold a conversation with him.

"I want to do better. I want to be able to finish the race and come to you proud of myself and the team." Charles murmurs while she frowns.

"I am proud of you...maybe no so much the teams choice of strategy call. But...that doesn't matter. The race is done and there can only be effort for improvement in Mexico." Y/n states as Charles sighs wishing that his girlfriend didn't have to give him constant pep talks about his own career.

He loves F1, he loves racing and driving in Ferrari. But there's no denying it takes energy that he's beginning to lose motivation to keep up. He'd never choose to leave the red team that runs through his veins. Today was just a bad day.

They'll reset before the next race weekend.

Charles does go on to have a little rant about the whole thing, just needing to get it all out his system verbally. But eventually he realises how long he's been talking and the conversation is a bit more one-sided than he meant for it to be. So he redirects.

"What do you want to do? We'll do anything you want." Charles states, always loving to refocus his attention on his relationship in these moods because at least then he's not got something to lose.

"I want to know how your tooth is first." Y/n sighs while Charles frowns hating that she'll never allow him to focus on her.

"It's hurting a bit."

"We'll ice it when we're back at the hotel. And...when you feel better, when your tooth is actually better, we'll go for a really nice dinner out and have a real date night. I'll arrange it all. Ok?" Y/n smiles finally seeing those dimples that could melt any woman to a weaker version of themselves. "There's the boyfriend I know and love. I love seeing your smile. You know that?"

"Eh, you might've said once or twice." Charles jokes then turning to look at her. "I love you so much, baby."

"I love you too." Y/n smiles then leaning over and kissing his shoulder with limited other options of reaching him for a kiss.

Eventually they get back to the hotel and Charles isn't ashamed to say he really got taken care of by y/n. But y/n seems happy to just see him smiling and content with the ending to his day. Y/n always makes things better for him.

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[my1oves]

The absolute cheer I let out seeing this ???? Finally some CONTENT!!! Need to get my faves in immediately. Chil, Kabru and Namari with a gn reader that gets easily flustered around them??? Pls and thank and have a wonderful day!!!! 🫶🫶🫶

easily flustered

꒰ includes ꒱ ⸻ (dungeon meshi) chilchuck tims, kabru, namari.

꒰ warnings ꒱ ⸻ gn! reader, fluff.

꒰ blossom's note ꒱ ⸻ as someone who gets easily flustered, i felt this in bones- thank you for the request!

chilchuck tims

surprise, you've found chilchuck's weak spot!

at first, he thought that's just how you were with anybody, but when he realizes that you get especially flustered around him? makes his heart hammer and chest swell with pride

doesn't go out of his way to fluster you though, he's too old to be showing off too much

but he's notice that when he's going his job- you know, fleshing out traps, picking locks, etc. that you end up staring at him in awe

he'll take a moment to flash you a cheeky grin, if he's feeling particularly playful that day

tries not to laugh too much at the way you hide your face, embarrassed at being caught.

when he gets drunk, he'll end up murmuring compliments after compliment to you and teasing you much more freely about your bashful state.

"cute," he'll chuckle, talking mostly to himself, "but you've got strange taste, blushin' for an old man..."

he also thinks it's cute that, even if you two have been dating for forever, you still get shy when he says 'i love you' or does little things to show his love.

works you up slowly to physical affection, so that you don't get overheated. he doesn't mind taking things slow, if that helps with your flusteredness at all

kabru

kabru notices rather quickly that you always end up flustered when around him, although he doesn't connect why at first.

still, he does his best to try and make you feel more comfortable around him (if you're in his party, if you aren't, then he might use his good looks against you-)

gets braver in his affections once you two are dating, and whenever you try to hide your face, he'll carefully move your hands away

he says he's not trying to fluster you on purpose, but it certainly feels that way when he sends you little winks, or randomly offers to dance with you, or shows off his skills

your nervous giggles send him head over heels, but he'd rather die than confess that

almost feels guilty that he enjoys seeing you so flustered

kabru doesn't really do much in public, but when you two are behind closed doors, he will get pretty romantic

one time, he took your hands and held them up to his lips, kissing your knuckles as he murmurs sweet nothings to you, and you damn near fainted

yeah, he learned he should probably take it a little slow, work you up to things so that doesn't happen again

very concerned when you accidentally got a nosebleed from catching him training his swordsmanship- he just looked so good! how were you supposed to react!?

namari

namari doesn't notice right away that you get flustered around her, she thought you were just a little shy and would eventually warm up to her.

so that you could get comfortable more quickly, she spends more time with you, which in turn makes you more flustered.

she can't help her casual but sweet touch always helping guide you in weapon training or chores, which continue to cause you to tense up around her.

it's not until kaka points it out, super bluntly bc he's tired of seeing you two pining for each other.

"wait, they're not scared of me!?" namari

"... is this a joke? tell me this is a joke?" kaka

kaka is seriously so done pls send help

namari feels a little prideful after that, her chest puffing out all smug like.

she makes you flustered? well ain't that cute~

her casual touches might increase, just bc now that she knows you're not scared, she wants to see your cute reactions w/o feeling guilty hehe

definitely shows off her strength if she knows you have a weak spot for that (how could you not?)

likes complimenting you, just to see you run off or trip over your words.

during a festival, she once tucked a local flower behind your ear and that's probably one of the first time she got more flustered than you (surprisingly)

꒰ ❀ ꒱ thank you for reading. have a wonderful day, darling!

#dungeon meshi x reader #dungeon meshi imagines #dungeon meshi headcanons #delicious in dungeon x reader #delicious in dungeon imagines #delicious in dungeon headcanons #x reader #imagines #fluff #kabru x reader #namari x reader #chilchuck x reader

[thinkingaboutjaedyn]

Hi! Love your work! Would you be able to write something for aitana bonmati? Where the reader is just always a simp and extremely clumsy for her even after being in a long term relationship with her?

falling for you ( aitana bonmati x reader )

prompt: despite being together for nearly five years, you still can't help but to be obsessed with your girlfriend.

author notes: thank you 💞 this was probably my fave fanfic i have written so far. hope you enjoy!

you always see people talking about the honeymoon phase in relationships. how after the first few months or even the first year, it usually starts to feel dull. that new puppy dog love feeling starts to wear off and you have to find a way to keep the relationship alive. it doesn't make any sense to you since you been with aitana for about five years at this point and still is just as obsessed with her as you were back when you two first got together.

aitana is equally obsessed with you, but goes about in a much less obvious way. aleast she doesn't fall over her own feet while admiring you unlike you (who was already clumsy before getting with her) but dating her have just upped that by ten.

one of the many times you literally fallen over for aitana was at practice. the barca team was split up into groups by color. each group doing a different activity. you were in the purple group while aitana was in the orange group.

your group was focused on getting the ball in the net on target which wasn't an hard task, but annoying when you couldn't seem to get it the first few times. claudia is next to you doing the same exercise. however, she was actually getting some balls on target. you were about to take another shot at it, stepping back to give yourself more space to build up to a nice strike, when you catch a glance of aitana sprinting across the pitch.

her muscular thighs seem to be the biggest highlight as she runs in a quick sprint. the sunlight showcasing all her hard work at the gym. your face was getting red just thinking about how nice it would be to just..

"y/n!" claudia shouts out as you trip over the bag of soccer balls you walked into it. you groan softly as your back makes impact with the ground. mentally you make sure to put all the blame on aitana's calves as you allow salma to pull you up.

after teasing you for a few minutes, claudia and salma get back to the exercise. with you finally getting that ball in the net on target. now you were ready for the next exercise that involved penalty kicks. you start to walk back again like before with all your focus on the ball as sandra stands infront of the net.

this time you were undistracted until the melodic voice of aitana shouts your name from across the pitch. you focus your attention now on your girlfriend who was running towards you. with the sunlight again showcasing just how good she has been doing in the gym lately and her bright smile to pair with it.

you end up falling over the bag of soccer balls once again.

another incident of your aitana related clumsiness you swear wasn't even do to her. she begs to differ.

it was a slow friday evening where you two are getting ready for a night out with the team. just winning a match earlier that day, this was a deserved celebration. it was time to do eachother's makeup after putting on your outfits. with aitana in a tight fitting black dress that made you kiss her about five times since she put it on. now you two were in the bathroom with her sitting on the small cushioned seat she bought in and you standing in-between her legs. you was trying to help put her lipstick on, but it was taking a bit too slow as you enjoy how good she looks looking up at you.

"bebe, we aren't going to be able to go anywhere if you don't hurry" aitana says as her hands sit firmly on your hips. pulling you close. "i'll hurry when you stop being so gorgeous" you giggle as you lean down to give her a short kiss. she kisses you back, squeezing your hips.

this kiss of course smudges her lipstick, but leaves a nice mark on your lips that you weren't planning to wipe away. your girlfriend pouts at you, "i love you, bonita but.. please go get my mascara so we can actually make it to the club tonight."

you sigh dramatically before stealing another kiss from her. and another just for good measure. you finally step away when she playfully shouts your name. "okay okay. can't even kiss my girlfriend anymore without getting yelled at," you say as you step out of the bathroom right into aitana and you's shared bedroom. walking straight to the vanity to grab one of the few mascaras your girlfriend has laying around. taking your sweet time as you dig around to find which one you wanted for her to wear.

eventually you chose one she hasn't opened it. thinking to yourself perhaps this is the time to open it. you were about to head back to the bathroom, falling over free, when you look up in the mirror attached to the vanity. seeing the pink aitana lips shaped kiss mark on your lips makes you smile. the thought of kiss marks being all over your face comes into your mind as you stand to your full height to go back to the bathroom. hurrying a little bit faster than you should had. "babeee" you say excitedly, "i know you said that we need to hurry but.." you can't finish your sentence as you trip over a heel near the doorframe of the bathroom and fall right on your face.

the melodic laughter of aitana makes the sting feel a bit better though.

your clumsiness isn't always your worse enemy. sometimes with your biggest supporter.

you and aitana have finally gotten all settled after practice. the sun was starting to set with fresh popcorn being popped in the microwave. this obviously means a movie night. you have convinced aitana to watch your childhood movies with you; all of the barbie movies to be accurate.

the badly aged three-d barbie is on screen as you cuddle more into aitana's arms. with her head resting on yours. "i see why you like these so much. it's funny," she chuckles as barbie's pets run around the screen. screaming about some problem that's going on in the movie. you gasp out in mock shock. "it's not meant to be funny. it's a masterpiece, babe" you say as you sit up. the spainard just roll her eyes at you. enjoying your childishness. the sound of the little ready song from the microwave sounding out from the kitchen.

"go get the popcorn instead of criticizing me for my choice of words, mi amor" your girlfriend says before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek and untangling her body from yours. you roll your eyes at her since you got the popcorn the last time, but you listen to anything aitana says so you get up off the couch. ruffling aitana's hair as you walk past her.

she laughs softly, happily enjoying the view of you walking away. "pervert" you mumble as you feel her eyes on you.

you grab the popcorn out of the microwave, opening up the bag to let the stream out. than you proceed to walk back over to the couch. aitana doesn't shy away from staring at you as you walk over. her eyes full of admiration as she smiles. that goddamn smile sends your heart racing and make you trip over your own feet. landing right in aitana's lap, sending the popcorn everywhere. "falling for me, huh?" she chuckles as she smirks at you. her hands hugging your waist and her lips close to yours.

you really do love your clumsiness sometimes.

#aitana bonmati #aitana bonmati x reader #woso x reader #woso fanfics

[pyramid-of-starrs]

Masc Dom Woo 😫

Masc Wooyoung has been running my mind lately, like don’t get me wrong Fem Woo is always gonna be my fave but fuck Masc Dom Woo drives me crazy.

Minors DNI

Imagine him just coming home from practice, you’re trying to finish cooking dinner and he drops his bags at the door and yells that he’s home and you’ll yell back that dinner is almost ready. He’ll come in the kitchen and hug your waist from behind and start to kiss your neck.

“Woo stop I’m cooking.” You’ll say trying to continue your task while his rough lips kissed you.

“Fuck that food.” As he pulls you to the side away from the stove and lifting you on top of the counter no matter how much you weigh. He would kiss you so hard it would take your breath away while he gripped your ass, you would run your hands through his freshly cut hair feeling the short stubble of his taper. Since his hair was cut he has been so rough and rugged acting and you would be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on a bit. He would waste no time slipping his hands under your shirt to feel your hard nipples while he continued to kiss you, he would bite your tongue and pull on it with his teeth just to tease you. Then he would get on his knees and remove your bottoms before spreading your legs and shoving his face into your heat. No warning or prep, just legs straight onto his shoulders and eating you like you were the food you were just cooking.

The sudden feeling of his lips wrapped around your clit has you shouting his name while your hands grip his hair. He would wrap his hands around your thighs while he pulled you closer to his face, his tongue entering your hole while his big nose rubbed your clit giving you so much stimulation you could barely think or say anything, just curses and moans. Just as you are about to reach your edge he removes his tongue from your core and yanks you off the counter to turn you around and bend you over (masc woo loves fucking you from the back like a slut) he would shimmy his sweats down then lift his hoodie before aligning his dick with your entrance then entering your gummy walls.

“Fuuuck you feel so good.” He would say while he held his hoodie with one hand and held your waist with the other and kept a steady pace, you gripped the counter for support while you moaned. “You see my hands are full baby, put in some work.” He said then slapped your ass, you know exactly what you wants. You start to throw your ass back, fucking yourself on to his dick, no coherent words could come to mind.

“Woo ah- fuck I’m gonna c-“

“You better the fuck not, go faster.” He demanded, slapping your ass once again, he would make you hold your cum while you had to fuck yourself on his dick, a mixture of the wet noises from your pussy, your moans, his groans and the clapping of your ass (and the food still cooking) filled the room. You would feel dizzy while trying to hold your climax, like you were going to burst.

“Woo, please.” You would beg for your release.

“Aww, fucked out already gorgeous? Does my dick feel too good.” He would tease you.

“Yes.” You would say as your hips moved sloppily as your mind started to go blank.

He would drop his hoodie finally and grip both your hips then start to pound into you relentlessly.

“Oh I’ve been thinking about coming home and ruining this pussy all fucking day.” He said while you damn near scream from the intense pressure.

“I just wanna fuck this pussy until I’m the only one that can fit in it. Can I do that baby? Can I make this pussy only mine?” He continued to fuck you, you would make a fist and pound on the counter while you fill the room with your loud moans, your neighbors probably hate you. “I said” he pulled back until only the tip was inside. “Can. I. make. This. pussy. mine.” He said as he pounded in and out of you after each word.

“FUCK YES, Please Woo it’s yours please.” You would yell out while covering his dick in your cum, he would follow your lead after and fill you up nice and full. He would pull out and chuckle at how you would collapse onto your knees on the kitchen floor once your legs stop working.

“Your so bad Y/N, cumming without my permission and.” He turned off the stovetop to stop your food from burning. “Burning dinner, now you I gotta fuck you again to teach you a lesson while we wait on our Uber eats to get here.”

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