#the pants and shoes i bought a long time ago are perfect

[bisexual-horror-fan]

"Chocolate." Buddy Swanson X AFAB! Reader.

The divorce is hard but Triple X Bexxx works harder. Have some Buddy Swanson comfort fic! You and he cooking, baking and fucking, a classic date night in! Enjoy it! I’ve wanted to write this one for too long.

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 4K. Buddy Swanson X AFAB! Reader. Warnings: Softness. Domesticity. Fluff. Cooking. Baking. Alcohol Consumption. Couch Sex Vaginal Sex. Pre-Mature Ejaculation. Praise. Confessions Of Love. Eating Out, Mild Overstimulation. Slight Pain Play. Hair Pulling. Buddy Is So Soft For You. Established Relationship.

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You had a hard day. A very long, very difficult day, the kind of day that makes you doubt everything, how you got here, the job you are in, every single small action that brought you to this fucking awful day. It was so bad that when work was done you didn’t even go home, you had one place you wanted to be and knew just one thing you wanted to do.

Buddy was off tonight but he wasn’t supposed to be, an unexpected issue at the restaurant, the pipes in the bathroom burst and was being dealt with via an emergency plumber so he was at his apartment. He texted you to let you know what went down less than an hour ago, and you responded with a simple, “Perfect.” and a half hour after that there was a knock on his door. 

He answered it to find you at his front door still in your work clothes, bags in your hands as you say with a tired smile, “Hey.”

He returns the greeting in kind, “Hi.” 

You then ask as you raise your arms slightly, shaking the bags, “Date night?”

The response comes with a wide smile and his eyes crinkling at the sides as he confirms with a nod, “Date night.” 

He lets you in and takes the bags so you can get your shoes off, you trail behind him to the kitchen and he sets the bags on the counter and you start to rummage through them, “I bought stuff to make dinner, I assume you haven’t eaten?”

“I have not.”  You figured, he normally ate late, making himself something at the end of his shift and eating after that so it being the regular dinner hour right now means that you can have the rare time of eating not only together, but at a reasonable time. 

“Good! I was thinking tonight we could cook together.” You begin to pull out items from the plastic and that surprised him, a warm grin as he asked, “Really?”

“Really! You cook for me all the damn time, but why not make something together?” When you showed up on his doorstep he wasn’t expecting this but man was it the best possible thing that could have come from this. He hadn’t cooked with anyone who he didn’t work with at his job in years, not in a casual context, never with someone he dated but you were his first real and serious relationship.  

“That sounds great.” He sighed with a smile, one hand leaning on the countertop and you glanced up at him as you say, “I thought you’d like it. I hope you like the menu I planned.” 

He is so used to taking the lead on this front that you making this effort without the smallest prompting from him means more than he can say. A smile and a raise of his eyebrows as he asked, “You planned the menu?”

“Well, I came up with a basic framework but I still wanted to leave room for us to improvise and come together on it, you know? So it really is a collaboration. I know you got a lotta stuff in here that we can jazz this up with.”

You were going to kill him. 

“You are perfect, you know that?” He asked as he moved, a hand snaked around, rested on your hip, fingers having hooked into your pants belt loop, tugging you a hair closer to him, you tell him confidently, “I know.” 

You stay like that for a moment, him holding your hip, happy to have you in his place, in his kitchen about to make a meal together. The items you got were as follows: a few large russet potatoes, a whole chicken, green beans, and a rather nice looking bottle of white wine. 

“Oooh, alright, I must admit, a versatile spread.” He praised you and you said, “Thank you! And I went to that small time grocer you love-” 

“On third?” He asked, grin brightening, and you said, “Yeah! You always talk it up, I went and got only the best for this.” 

You say “for this” but really it means “for him.” He picks up on the meaning even though you don’t say it explicitly. 

Before he can add a thought or express anything you interject and say, “So I am thinking we spatchcock the chicken.”

The grin splits his face now, his teeth show and he says jokingly, “Dirty talking? In MY kitchen?”

“Oh c’mon you know what spatchcocking means.” You sigh with a roll of your eyes and he cuts in, “I am just surprised, you know what it is.”

“You think I dunno how to break down a bird?” You ask incredulously and he says genuinely surprised, “I just didn’t know you could! Not like I usually doubt you but I am still unconvinced.” 

You scoff and reach forward, you pick out a knife from the block and say with a sideways glance, “Watch and learn Swanson.” 

He takes a step back, you wash your hands and set up the cutting board to your liking and then with sleeves rolled up and apron on, you set to work. First paper towels are gotten, you pat dry the chicken and then is the next step, you can feel Buddy’s eyes on you the whole time. You upend the bird, the spine is facing you and with the knife you place it to the left of the tail and at the base of it’s backbone before moving down quickly, you cut down, separating the small and weak rib bones that connect to the back.

You switch to the next side and do the same thing. You remove the spine and set it side before flipping the bird over and cutting into the soft cartilage, your pointer finger digs in along the cut and you use it to separate the meat from the main breast bone and then fingers gripping it tight, you pull it out. Next you cut out the ribs and then once all the bones excluding the wing and leg bones you ask, “You want to keep these to make stock I assume?”

It was the first time you looked at him in the less than three minutes it took for you to de-bone the chicken to this point. His face betrayed his true feelings. Brows raised, mouth open, eyes filled with pleasant shock and affection. You nudge him with your elbow as you asked, “You good?”

He cleared his throat and closed his mouth before he said trying to sound casual and unaffected, “Yeah, totally cool and yes, I’d love to make some stock with this.” 

He turned and got out tupperware, you put the bones into it and he closed it up and put the container into the fridge. You asked next, “What kinda seasoning you are thinking?”

“Hmm. Not sure, you got a jones?” He asked and you said, “Classic kinda vibe? Salt, fresh cracked pepper, that smoked onion paprika you got, garlic powder, rosemary?” 

“How very classic Sunday dinner. I love it.” 

You talk further about how you want the rest of the menu to go as a butter herb mixture was made, you spread it heavily onto the meat, making sure to get under the skin and then into a roast pan, on a rack, went the seasoned and broken down chicken with lemon halves, celery, carrots and onion in the base working as your aromatics. The oven was preheated while you both stood shoulder to shoulder and started peeling potatoes. 

“Your stance on mash?” You asked casually and he said, “Oh love it. A good mashed potato is a staple, a timeless side dish that never goes out of style.”

“Versatile too, right?” You ask and he nods, “Sooo versatile it is insane.”

“What do you like to do?” 

The question you posed had him responding with, “Butter, half and half, salt, pepper, parmesan, parsley.”

“Amature hour.” You sigh and he asks with a smile, “Oh okay, and how would you do em?”

“First off, cook them in chicken stock for added flavour, then, mash with butter, buttermilk, garlic powder, salt, pepper, paprika, and cream cheese.” He responded with, “I give it up that sounds so good but you gunning for a heart attack before fifty?”

“Uh, yeah, obviously. Live fast, die young, leave a hot corpse.” You joke and he laughs before you add on, “C’mon Swanson, live a little, have the decadent mashed potatoes from time to time.”

“Twist my arm.” He shakes his head with a fond expression and you said, “Tempting, tempting.” 

Chicken broth is boiling as you put the peeled, rinsed and cubed potatoes into the pot. The chicken is in the oven and next you set onto the green beans. Oil is heated in a pan while you wash the green beans thoroughly in a strainer, they are tossed in and you fry them as Buddy preps the buttermilk mix for the mash, you both talking easily as you push beans about the pan with a spatula and he gets the spice levels just right. “So then what happened?”

“She told me she had prepped the app station and when I went over she didn’t have any cheese pre-wrapped at all! No cake was cut for desserts later and the salad dressings were barely half full.” He vented and you shake your head, “What a fucking idiot. Like did she seriously think you wouldn’t check?”

“Apparently!” 

“What a fucking idiot.” You repeat with a sigh.

One might assume, incorrectly, that Buddy didn't like to cook with other people, far from it, he loved to, so long as the people didn't step on his toes and had common sense and skills to back up their big talk. That was part of it, he didn't know you even HAD these skills, you kept it hush hush, it was humble, this air to you even now that you just knew what you were doing, not showing off, just confident in yourself. It was endlessly attractive to him. Sharing his kitchen, in his home, to make a great meal with you, he doesn't think there is a better date possible.

Buddy got the mix ready for the potatoes and then you added the prepped garlic, green onions and chilli paste into the pan. A few minutes later came the soy sauce, rice vinegar, sugar and chilli flakes. A couple more stirs and two minutes later it was done, the potatoes were mashed and the chicken was just about done which led to one of the best moments in Buddy’s opinion of your whole relationship. He got the plates, you got the silverware and you both set the table without speaking a single word to each other.

An intimate dance of comfortable domesticity and familiarity. Glasses were gotten, napkins too, candles lit, all without having to say a thing and while you were simply going through the motions, Buddy kept stealing glances to you, setting polished silverware down, lighting candles, the warm light playing off your face, Christ he had it so bad for you. 

The only thing that pulled him out of his reverie was the oven clock timer going off before he could make a move you say, “Oh let me.” 

You know just the drawer, you pull out the mitts, slip them on, the oven is open, you pull out the chicken and set the roasting pan on top of the stove next to the finished pot of covered mashed potatoes and the frying pan of chilli garlic green beans. You turn to him with a smile and ask, “The chicken has to rest for twenty minutes at least, wanna make dessert now?”

“More than anything.” He admits and you grin, a small question of, “Brownies?”

It’s brownies you want? It is brownies you will get. 

The oven temperature was changed, ingredients got out and soon Buddy was having a moment that somehow topped the setting the table one in less than ten minutes. You were whisking together eggs and vanilla into the already creamed together butter and sugar mixture while he was right behind you. His hands on your hips, chin resting on your shoulder, his chest to your back, holding you as you work. 

“Awfully quiet there Swanson.” You tease and he hums before placing a kiss on top of your head, “Just happy.” 

“Yeah?” You asked and he responded in a tone that tattled on the smile on his face, “Yeah, very.” 

Your hair askew, sweat on your brow, still dressed from work and wearing one of his aprons as you and he make brownies together and you look more beautiful than he had ever seen you.

"I'm happy too."

The pan is greased, the mix finished and brownie batter is poured into the pan, chocolate chips are thrown on top and then the finished product is in the oven before you plated up and he poured the wine. 

He is sitting across from you in short order, starting to cut into the chicken, knife slicing through the tender meat as if there was no resistance at all and the taste once the end of the fork passed his lips was divine, it had Buddy wanting to suppress a moan. You did this, together, both of you, and he couldn’t be happier. He could get used to this, he is sure that you could live together no issue, to get to do this much more regularly is a dream come true and one he hopes can become a reality soon. He hopes that you would say yes, when should he ask-

But you are talking and all thought stops. He hangs off every word, watches the smile spread on your face as you excitedly start to talk about how good the meal came out and he enthusiastically agreed. You were always so good at that, pulling him out of his head, instead of feeling stuck in the past or thinking of the future, you tether him to the moment, to now and allow him to totally indulge and enjoy. 

“So, verdict on the mash?” You asked and he had already almost finished his portion and was debating getting another scoop which should have been enough to tell you his thoughts but he still communicated them, “Amazing. Making me think we need to do better at the restaurant.” 

 “Oh stop, are you serious?” You asked and he set down his fork and took your hand as he said with a soft smile, “As the dead themselves, I'll bring it up Monday when we are talking the seasonal menu change.” 

You believe him.

He removed the brownies from the oven and they were set on a wire baking tray to cool as you both continued in on your dinner. The wine was mostly gone, the conversation lively and Buddy felt insanely good. He made sure to save some room for dessert and with dishes soaking in the sink you cut a few brownies and put them on a small plate to split, the pair of you ended up on the couch, sitting side saddle and facing each other. 

Buddy has craved this kind of thing, domestic life, a serious relationship, real connection and romance, someone who got him. But even when he pined for all that he would see couples who feed each other and thought that it was too corny to ever be possibly enjoyable, even with the right person.

And yet.

Just like with many things throughout your time together, you had proved him wrong. You were holding out a warm piece of brownie between your fingers, almost crumbling from how moist it was, melty chocolate chips studded throughout and a nearly unbearably crispy top, the perfect dessert held out and offered in the hand of his favourite person, a dream.  

“You gonna just look at it or are you gonna eat it?” You ask in a teasing tone, a joke harks back to one of your first dates where he ended up admiring you soaked and exposed self before going down on you for the first time. It broke the tension and made you both laugh until his tongue was halfway inside you and that was replaced with a series of moans and curses.

Currently however, he scoffs before he leaned in and took a bite, this time he does moan indulgently, the flavour, the texture, he thinks he has never made a better dessert. He is sure it is because you did it together.

“So?” You ask, excited and extra hopeful because you insisted you use your recipe and he nodded, a swipe of his pink tongue over his plump bottom lip to catch the stray mess of chocolate before he said, “Astounding. You sure you don’t wanna open a bakery?” 

“Pffft, and you do know we would be on even more opposite schedules than we already are right? When would we see each other?” You ask and he said like it was plain as day, “I’d come work for you, duh.”

“You think you can work under me, Buddy?” You ask and he says, “On top of, under, beside, however you want me.” 

You giggle and he has taken the plate and is holding out a piece for you and you take him up on it. You bite down and holy shit yes they came out so good. You might have worried he talked them up or oversold to spare your feelings but they were fucking incredible. A hand covering your mouth you say, “Wow you weren’t bullshitting!”

“You think I was bullshitting?” He asked a bit too loudly with a sly grin and you shrug and say, “I mean, you’ve been known to bullshit.”

“I have dabbled in bullshit, true, but never with you!” The admission is very sweet and yet you crave more sugar still, insatiable you take another bite and notice the smears of melted chocolate on his fingers and without a second thought your tongue laps some of it up. The response is immediate, eyebrows raise, smile falls just slightly as his breath catches and you pull back, you hold up your hand still full of delectable dessert, “Before it gets cold Buddy.”

He nods with a laugh and leans in, holding your gaze he takes another bite and just like you there is mess and he just like you, moves to dutifully clean it up. But unlike you he is more thorough, his portion is mostly done, all that is left is sticky spots and crumbles of crumbs, in his haste and eagerness over how delicious it was he finished his square much faster, meaning he sets to properly tending to your fingers. His non-messy hand is on your wrist, holding you still as his tongue lathes up one finger before sliding down the other side, he draws them into his mouth, he sucks, he indulges in you until you are clean and he is high on you and the brownie in his hand is back on the plate before it is shunted to the coffee table next to the couch. You and he are kissing, the taste of your shared effort from baking passed between your lips and tongues. The soft moans radiate into the space between heated kisses and it gets much messier from there. 

How he used his mouth on you while staring into your eyes had such a strong effect on you, not dissimilar from how it is when he meets your gaze while he is touching you, his hand in your damp underwear. His tongue on your fingers shouldn’t do that but it does, it makes your clit throb, when he sucks it makes you clench around nothing and you break up the heated make out to beg, “Buddy, need you-”

That is all he needs to hear. 

You get your pants off, throw them aside and he helps with your shirt before you do the same, his own t-shirt discarded and his comfortable sweatpants are yanked down so they are around his knees before you are straddling him. You slide him inside yourself with one solid downward motion and you share a moan. You are slick, tight, so hot. His hands go to your back, his hand still messy from before is leaving smudges marks of sweetness against your skin but you need him far too much to complain or care. You roll your hips and he does the same, arcing up into you, fucking upwards to meet your downwards strokes, the pace slow and deliberate.

He is looking up at you, the way your head tips back, exposing your throat, the rise and fall of your chest, he revels in the feeling of your nails biting into his shoulders as he moves with you. It isn’t so much outright fucking as it is a series of slow grinds with your whole bodies, you lead it, abuse your sweetest spots with perfect precision, just the right angles to find your bliss, he is transfixed by you. All the moans, sharp breaths, shudders and trembles. 

“Oh my God.” He breathes and you hum, eyes opening halfway he meets your gaze, his hands draw you closer, nearly chest to chest, so much skin on skin contact he tells you, “You’re fucking stunning.”

You laugh lightly, “Thanks Buddy-” He cuts you off, his mouth latches onto your neck, he kisses fervently, overtaken by the moment and his feeling for you, he gets out between kisses and nips against your sensitive skin, “No I mean it, you’re gorgeous. I fucking love you-”

He rolls his hips harder, he hadn't counted on the first time he said it would be while he is inside you, but it feel right, he doesn't regret it. You cry his name out and he feels it bares repeating and so he does, the three words matching the pace of his thrusts, every time he bottoms out another moan is dragged from you, “-I love you, I love you, I love you.” 

You pick up the pace, harder, faster, matching him, heart hammering, slamming yourself down on him quicker, you gasp out as you clench down on him, just as swept up in the moment, you return the sentiment, “I love you too!”

It sneaks up on him unexpectedly, he curses, his head thrown against the back of the couch he moans your name, a final push upwards of his hips he buries himself all the way inside and he cums. It is one of those climaxes that he feels down to his bones, it sits in his marrow, makes him curl his toes in the living room carpet and bite his bottom lip so hard he might make himself bleed. It lasts longer than usual, your hands locking around his wrists and lifting his hands so he isn’t holding you down into place you ride him, bounce up and down, just so half of him is slipping in and out, quick, swallow, forcing yourself to clench all the while to draw out his orgasm and his eyes squeeze shut as he groans before finally when he starts nearly whimpering from overstimulation you relent. 

You sit with him buried inside of you, still once more and his hands reach out, coming to the back of your neck he leans forward and tugs you to meet him in the middle. He kisses you deeply, his tongue slips into your mouth and he no longer tastes like the treat you made, he just tastes like him. You return the affection, breathless and when you clench on him once more he gasps and his head jerks back and you laugh, “Awe, what’s the matter?”

You make yourself do it again and ask, “This?” And he groans, “Yes! That, fuck, s’ almost too much.”

“Oh only almost?” You ask with a grin, your hands slip up from his shoulders, up his neck and into those soft and sweat soaked curls. You tug and pull him nearer, you kiss him and he gives you just as much energy in return.

This time you break it and ask, "So. You love me?"

"I do. I love you so fucking much." He admits and you reaffirm. I love you too."

The moment hangs and he wants to linger in it always until you ask, once again pulling him into the current moment with you, “So what now?”

He shakes your hands off, they come to your waist and he pulls you up, he slips out of you with a wince and sets you down onto the couch next to him before he starts to move. You were about to question before he started to slide down, his knees resting on the floor, his hands on your inner thighs, fingers stroking affectionately. Your gaze follows his, coming to land right between your legs, to your well fucked but still unsatisfied cunt and he tells you just want he wanted to do. “I wanna clean up.”

His hands move so they are high enough that his thumbs spread open your lips, showing off the leaking mess and mix of you and him, he curses and then leans down, his tongue laps up you from hole to clit and you arch with an ample moan. Your hand ends up back in his curls, “You always make such a mess Buddy.”

He hums in acknowledgment, his eyes falling closed he focuses on the two fold task at hand of disposing of the leaking mess and making you cum, he pulls back only briefly, “Not the only one I’m plannin’ on making tonight but you know me, I always clean up my messes.” 

That was true. Dishes could wait till later on, right now you just wanted to indulge with him and as he sucks on your clit sloppily you are confident you don’t have the ability to do anything but just that very thing. 

#HOOO #ENJOY #Slasher x reader #Buddy Swanson X reader #BHF writing

[fourseasonsfigs]

LV 1854

Following up yesterday's Shizuka is today's LV model Gong Jun!

I actually adore Louis Vuitton. Many, many, (many) years ago, when I got my first bonus check at work, I was so proud of myself that I bought myself a LV handbag. A ridiculous use of money, especially at that time, but I wanted to reward myself for working so hard with a fancy purse. I still have the handbag, and every time I look at it I remember how it felt to hold that check in my hands, and feel that sense of accomplishment and joy. I still love it as much as I did then, after all these years. So I can't tell you how delighted I was when Gong Jun became the ambassador for LV!

I'm not saying I necessarily like all their fashion looks, because I don't, but I don't think the point of high fashion is to necessarily like the looks. I think it's more about appreciating the artistry. Some outfits, I must admit, I am just too artistically impaired to appreciate. But put Junjun in LV, and suddenly my artistic appreciation goes way, way up.

The inspiration for this fig is Junjun's pics from one of his photo shoots for LV on his Weibo account on August 17 last year:

This is the exact inspiration pic for the fig! See how his leg is kicked up like that and his arm is alongside his crossbody bag?

I love those flowy white pants on him! Also a big fan of that crossbody bag, it seems a lot bigger and more functional than the one he was wearing at the concert. Which I love for obvious sentimental reasons, but it's the smallest and most impractical thing in the world. I can fit my phone and the world's tiniest wallet in it, and that's literally it. Well, and a lip balm, Junjun was right about that when he showed it off at the concert.

There is a LOT going on with this jacket. For fig comparison purposes, I tried to find this jacket on the US LV site, but was unable to. So I went to their China site, and found it! It is the Multi Patches Mixed Leather Varsity Blouson Jacket, for a cool 46,500 RMB (roughly $6,700 USD).

The patch saying LV 1854, the year the house was founded in France, is of course the name of this fig. Huh, wizards. Go figure!

And another 1854 patch on this sleeve! Two patches, I guess, if we count the #54. So much detail on this. Alright, on to the fig!

Ahhh he's so cute even all packaged up for traveling! His perfect little face, and the beauty mark on his ear right there.

Unfortunately, his cute little kicked-up foot pose means that he can't stand up at all, even for a single glamor shot. So on he went onto a standee. I don't typically like to do this, but I glued him down immediately. He's really heavy - that head of his is solid! My experience with heavy headed figs with any tilt to the side has been that the weight of the fig will topple them over. I have learned this the hard way as figs have gone careening down my display shelves! I was not going to risk his precious little self, so out came the glue, and he's not budging now.

Since this is a light colored outfit, I figured I'd put him on a non-white background for better contrast. Wow, his hair looks incredible from this angle! I love this hairstyle on him, and fig-wise it's perfect.

The detail here on his coat is fantastic. You can also see how his foot is totally lifted up there off the base - it's not resting on the fig stand at all.

Ah this is a good angle to see his foot kicked up too. He looks long and lean from this angle - definitely Junjun's proportions.

Again, really fantastic level of detail on the jacket here. It's hard to see all the patches clearly Junjun's photos, but if you scroll back and forth on the actual jacket photos you'll see this is an excellent rendering at this small of a scale.

You get a little bit of the flowy look of the pants here, while still preserving all the detail on his white and blue shoes. This fig maker does a phenomenal job!

Speaking of the shoes, this is a great angle for the detail on them.

Ahahaha, I see the wizards! And of course, instead of the name of the maison, we have Gong Jun's English name.

Here you definitely get the flowy lines of his pants, and please note the little fold line in his ear, so cute (wow, never in my life did I think I'd be commenting on a fig's ear fold, life really is stranger than fiction). His eyes are expressive and beautiful, and his hair is absolutely perfect! This is another great angle of those fancy shoes, too.

Here's a zoomed in pic of the front so you can see the really incredible level of detail.

I made sure to get a bottoms-up photo before I glued him on the standee!

The top down pic is not too exciting, I admit.

A+ box cards from this fig maker. Just like with yesterday's Shizuka card, she uses the actual background from the photo.

I can't believe I forgot to mention how much I love his rascally little quirked up smile there. My favorite! Junjun you cutie!

Thank you fig maker for literally listing out every piece of the inspiration for this fig on the box card! Even down to the time stamp. Amazing.

There wasn't any box art - these all came in plain white boxes, but no matter when the card art is this lovely.

Come back tomorrow to see the last fig in this series of releases!

Material: Resin

Fig Count: 346

Scene Count: 24

Rating: A varsity jacket has never looked so good!

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#gong jun #shl cast #word of honor cast #woh cast #figthusiast

[moochalove]

Coffee date with Ganyu <33 (gf!ganyu x gn! reader)

I will try to keep this gender neutral as possible please let me know if I mess up.

Awaken by the sunlight peeking through the curtains and gently caressing your soft(or rough!) skin you roll over gently, taking your hands to comb through your hair and rubbing your eyes gently. With a stretch and yawn you get up and immediately brush your teeth, and hair, not bothering with showering as you already did so before heading to bed. Making a small cup of fruit for you to eat before you decide to prep yourself for your lovely date with the, just as lovely, Ganyu. “Ah, how could someone like me be so lucky to end up with an adepti like her- she's so perfect! while im…” You push away your thoughts as you shove another piece of fruit into your mouth, letting the cool-sweet taste envelope your mouth. Quickly finishing up the small cup of fruit you decide to get ready.

Getting up and putting on a very little amount of makeup that you had saved up for your dates. Brushing the ends of your hair again before going through it thoroughly to get all that small messy knots out to make sure it was nice and smooth, before applying some hair products to make your hair shiny and soft. Oh how you enjoyed getting yourself ready for your beautiful girlfriend, you loved when she showered you in compliments. How you seemed to get redder/pinker despite the already applied blush dusting your cheeks. After finishing up your hair and face you carefully put on a beautiful dress shirt and high waisted pants along with a coat, you had bought just for this date a week prior. Finishing the look off with a belt with your Electro vision embedded within the clasp of the belt. Shining your dress shoes you carefully put them on, not wanting them to crease. Walking out of your house on the western side of Liyue you begin your walk to the harbor, from afar it was dimly lit as the sun had been slowly embracing the land. A little less than an hour and a half you reached the harbor. Casually greeting the millelith along the way to Bubu pharmacy to pick up some fresh cool Qingxin flowers for your lover, who you knew, loved looking and eating the cool herb. Once you got to the pharmacy you were greeted by the sweet young herb collector, Qiqi. “Hello, Qiqi! I’m here to pick up the qingxin flowers I ordered a few days ago.” She stared at you with a blank look for a few seconds before calmly asking for your order slip. Taking the slip out of your pocket you handed it down to her, “Here you go!” quickly grabbing it and examining it before pulling her stool to the wall behind her she examined the slip once more before opening a cubby and quickly grabbing the neatly wrapped qingxin. “Since you are regular Dr. Baizhu says you get a discount… so the total is…” taking a moment to think of the math in her head then quickly writing the numbers down and analyzing the book Dr. Baizhu had left for her, “About… 10,000 mora. Does that sound good to y/n?” Quickly pulling out your wallet that was loaded with mora you swiftly slid the pieces of gold over to the young herb collector, lucky for you, you were an adventurer. So paying for the herbs were no big deal, especially since they were for your lover, no price was too high for her.

Leaving the pharmacy you started heading to the meeting spot for your date, Ganyu wasn’t a big fan of having dates within Liyue harbor so you guys always tended to travel outside of the harbor for dates. Walking back the way you came you were met with the sight of your loving girlfriend watching clouds pass by, she had seemed too be waiting. Hopefully you hadn’t kept her waiting long, approaching her you gently speak not wanting to startle her, “Hey, Ganyu! I hope I didn’t keep you waiting very long… A little herb collector was taking some time trying to calculate the price for…” Pulling out the neatly wrapped Qingxin flowers you watched Ganyu’s expression lighten up, “No no its okay, I was a bit… eager? So i decided to come earlier than usual, haha..!” She rubbed the back of her head out of embarrassment. Walking up to take a seat next to her you carefully placed the flowers down and gently plopped down. Ganyu had always admired how you warmed up to her, “Here, I got you a nice cool coffee drink, it was a “mocha”, right?” she grabbed the cold sweaty drink as she handed it to you then wiping her hand on her side, “I hope I didn’t get the wrong drink…” After taking a small sip you analyze the flavor… Watching your face for any sort of distortion, met by your face relaxing into a warm smile. The adeptus softly let out a sigh of relief, “I was so worried I had gotten you the wrong one..!” a small kiss had been pecked to her ever soft, clear, porcelain skin. With a small ‘eep’ her face became dusted with a pretty pink blush, “Even if you got me the wrong one, I still would’ve enjoyed it just as much. While I enjoy the sweet coolness of the drink, their is nothing sweeter and cooler than my ever so loving, Ganyu..” Winking at her slightly she jokingly pushed you hiding her flustered face within her palms. “Ah! I can’t believe you got me this flustered already, y/n!!” Softly giggling you decide to prepare her sweet, yet bitter drink. Softly plucking the petals off of the Qingxin and slowly adding them too her caffeinated drink. Eyes slowly following your movement, enjoying the sight of her lover treating her drink, ever so careful, made her smile in adoration. Adding the last petal you carefully handed her the warm drink, taking a small whiff of it, you could see her relax her body as she let a breathe of content. All that could be heard was the small sipping noises of your beverages, and the leaves swaying upon the sandbearer trees, that adorned your lovers figure like a warm ,yet, pleasant fall day. You were the first to break the silence, “Are you enjoying this, love?” turning you head slightly to look at her. “How could I not?” Ganyu turned to face them smiling pleasantly, “I’m having a day off to spend it with my amazing lover, I got to drink this amazing coffee with the Qingxin you added yourself, you always do such an amazing job at finding out what I like. No lover of mine has ever payed so much attention to me..” looking back down at her drink, taking another sip. You wish you could say you hated smiling like an idiot but, everyone in Liyue knew how much you loved her. Whiled many were envious and took their emotions out on you, she would always make sure you were fine before teaching them a lesson or two in mannerism.

Putting your drink down next to you, you scooted closer to the horned girl, making yourself comfortable and laying back onto the soft grass. “Let’s cloudgaze… Doesn’t that one right there look like Guoba!” pointing up to the cloud, that looked nothing like Guoba. Laying her coffee somewhere safe, she laid her head back onto your arm and looked for this cloud, “Personally, I think it looks like Madam Ping’s cleansing bell.” tilting your head a bit you began to see it. “If you tilt your head like this, yeah, you could totally see it!” Wow. This must be one oddly shaped cloud, no? Replicating your movements Ganyu’s horns slightly poking your forearm, inner elbow, and the back of her head slightly. She spoke softly, “I guess changing your perspective can change a lot of the image, I guess that could also be said for humans, and adepti…”

You knew Ganyu always had trouble fitting within society, whether that be as a human, or Qilin. Brief silence had soon become suffocating so what was the best way to calm it? Being the sly lover you were, of course you wrapped your free arm around her torso and hugged her tightly. “Your’e absolutely right, Miss general secretary of The Liyue Qixing!” giggling to yourself, you knew Ganyu got embarrassed when you recited her full position name. She didn’t protest this time though, their was no loving bickering, just silence. Oh no. Had you taken it too far? Did she not like when you joked about her work? Did she- Thoughts cut off with Ganyu nudging her head into the crook of your neck, “I am glad you agree, y/n, lover of the, general secretary of The Liyue Qixing.” This was the first time shes ever followed up on a joke you made. Bad thoughts clearing away from your mind, immediately feeling your face warm up, you weren’t ready for what she was about to say. “Or should I say, the future spouse of the general secretary of The Liyue Qixing!” giggling to herself she hadn’t noticed your tomato-like face. Shyly giggling along with her you soon embraced her ready to make her just as flustered, “Of course my dear, Little miss Ganyu..! I should start building a house for us, when we decide to grow our family, we wont have too worry!” Oh. my. GOD. Ganyu was REDDER THAN A JUEYUN CHILI- Smiling to yourself you place a kiss on her horns as you held her head gently into the crook of your neck. “ I love you so much, Ganyu. I don’t think I could love anyone other than you. Even if the archons tried to separate us I wouldn’t allow it. Even if it meant I would have to work long and hard to ascend to Godhood. I would do anything for you… I mean it.” All she could do was embrace you back, moved by your words, she knew that you meant every sigle word. Feeling herself calm down she allowed herself to relax within her lovers warm arms. Soon the half adeptus would finally drift off into a serene sleep along with her dear lover, y/n…

ending notes: I THINK I GOT CARRIED AWAY????IDC THO I LOVE GANYU SM!!!

#genshin x y/n #genshin x reader #genshin x gn reader #gn reader #ganyu #ganyu genshin impact #ganyu x y/n #ganyu x reader #ganyu x gn reader #they/them #fluff #genshin fluff #date with ganyu #ganyu fluff #mention of qiqi #coffee date #date #outing #implied marriage

[dhampiravidi]

a goddess and her chosen

Oraia Levantinis (my OC) x @abrushwithdeath's Rogue..

They stumbled out of the portal, kissing hard and fast until they fell back onto a bed in Oraia's Singapore bungalow. The goddess would've forgotten to close the magical aperture if the loud sounds of Moroccan nightlife hadn't been so distracting. She did away with the portal in a single thought and finally broke the hungry kiss Anna Marie had trapped her in, just enough to speak.

"Look at you, wearing the dress I bought, letting me ruin your makeup," she murmured, straddling the other woman's hips, "You really are something to behold. Will you let me--"

"Fuck, God, yes!" Anna Marie tried to yank Oraia into a kiss by tugging on the front of her blouse, but because she'd used a bit more strength than she'd meant to, the garment ripped. "Ah...Ah didn't--" The brunette laughed.

"I can get naked. I just thought you wanted more foreplay." True to her word, she stood and stripped off her torn blouse, revealing that she hadn't worn as much as a bralette underneath. That caught the attention of the woman on the bed, who inhaled sharply and propped herself up on her elbows, enjoying the show. Oraia carefully took off her strappy shoes, which got tossed to the side along with her pants and underwear, then went back to straddling her date. She cocked her head to the side and slowly began rolling her hips, never once making a sound or breaking eye contact. Anna Marie huffed and began to push herself up off of the mattress, earning herself another laugh from the goddess.

"What now?"

"What were you about to do?"

"Get things goin'. What about you?"

"I won't do anything you don't want. If you tell me to stop, I will. That being said...I'm used to controlling and caring for. Dominating. Rogue, have you ever slept with someone as strong as you, or stronger?" Bright green eyes widened in shock. She hadn't forgotten that her date was a goddess--it was hard to forget when they used portals instead of Uber--but she had forgotten that part of their unique situation. "Does pain make you cum?" God. The question almost did, since she'd had a few dreams where she got to see those soft, lovely lips saying that word. "Rogue. Answer, please."

"No. Ah'm not into that."

"Okay. The rest, I can find out for myself. Can you get up, please?" She did, figuring that Oraia was going to unzip her. And that sort-of happened, except partway through, Oraia got impatient and tore the thing down the middle. Shocked, she pulled the rest of the fabric off and turned--to find the crazy woman smirking and holding a knife that could've come from a museum. "Do I have to ruin your underwear, too?" You already have.

Anna Marie obediently stripped, and by the time she was done, the knife was gone. Oraia was looking at her with something like barely restrained anger, and somehow she understood that she was supposed to lie down on her back. Her partner followed immediately after, using her knee to part Anna's legs. She put her hands on the X-Woman's toned stomach, gently rubbing. Her touch was nothing compared to the hungry look in her eyes.

"How long ya' plannin' t'tease me?" Anna Marie managed, starting to feel so sexually frustrated. She'd started to get wet maybe five minutes ago when they'd left the club. Oraia had pinned her up against a brick wall and kissed all the negroni off her lips. She wasn't desperate, but she wasn't beyond asking for it, either. Just say it. "Hurry up and fuck me, 'Raya," she groaned. Hm...She unhooked her bra, baring the sizeable breasts that Oraia had not-so-subtly shown an interest in before. It was like she'd opened a lion's cage.

The goddess kissed her again, fast and hard like before, but then she moved down, pressing kisses to the soft skin of Anna's neck and collarbone until the woman beneath her let out a little gasp. "Fucking perfect already, and then you've got these..." Oraia took Anna Marie's breasts in her hands, and lovingly groped them, occasionally using the back of her nails to tease their pink tips. Green eyes widened, then grew heavy as the belle moaned and began rubbing herself against her lover's knee, fingers dug deep into the mattress.

"Good...so fucking good. Eísai theá ópos ki eména [You're a goddess just like me]," Oraia purred. She didn't stop until Anna Marie's breath started to hitch, accompanied by all the wetness that she'd smeared against the light brown skin of Oraia's knee. Then she let go, looking sympathetic when the younger woman whimpered in protest. "Shh, I've got you. You're gonna cum real soon." She moved down and gave each of the stiff pink nipples a hard suck, pulling two more moans and whimpers out of Anna before she pressed her lips to Anna's lower ones.

"You really like teasin' a woman, don'tcha?" Anna Marie huffed.

"I was just saying hello," Oraia replied sweetly, sitting up on her knees. "One question, then I'll fuck you. No more teasing."

"Fine wit' me."

"Oral, anal, fingers, or dick? Though I guess the second one needs to be more specific...anyway. Unless...have you done this before?"

"Yeah, Ah have," Anna said simply. Kind of her to ask, considering she's got five thousand years of experience on me either way. "Uh...don't mind if ya use your tongue or your fingers. How big's the toy?" Oraia bit her lip, and that was the first time Anna Marie saw the other woman look at a loss for words.

"...my species can shapeshift. We don't look at gender the way humans do, so--"

"So you're sayin', if Ah wanted to ride you, really ride you...we could do that?"

"Absolutely." The usual smile was back, now that there was clearly interest where there could've been repulsion.

"Can we save that fo' next time? If-"

"Yes. So what's for tonight?"

---

It was, quite possibly, the hardest and the most exhilarating thing Oraia had ever done in her 5544 years of life. She'd introduced her lovely new friend to 69ing, since they were both around the same height, and Anna Marie said that she felt bad about cumming on her own twice before (Oraia nearly got off just on watching that beautiful woman orgasm, but who was she to refuse sex?). So, Anna was doing her best to lap at the glistening v above her. The only problem was that Oraia had decided she was going to ruin her belle for everyone else.

Even though she'd sunk down on her knees, low enough to touch Anna's face, the goddess refused to be distracted from her meal. She ate her out like she was giving sloppy kisses, brushing her lips across the sensitive, soft skin and suckling the clit on occasion. In other words, Anna Marie was sobbing, body involuntarily fighting to close her muscular, shapely thighs around that fucking mouth. But the superheroine (for once) wasn't strong enough. Oraia held her thighs down with ease, and the thought of her holding her down while she fucked her a thousand different ways was what made Anna Marie cum hard, so hard that she squirted. Oraia finally pulled away. Well, shit.

Seconds later, they were gazing into each other's eyes, one woman with a much messier face than the other--both smiling.

"You're hot, Rogue. You're really...something."

"Mm. Ah guess Ah should be thankin' you." She frowned. "Ya haven't cum yet. Roll over."

"Excuse me?"

"Ya think you're the only one that can show a girl a good time?" She scoffed. "Ah would'a come through for ya if ya hadn't been distractin' me an' all. So c'mon, move." She hiked her leg up, over the other woman's, and tried to turn them over. To her surprise, Oraia let her. "Are you done f'the night o' somethin'?" She tried not to sound as disappointed as she felt.

"No...I've just decided that I don't mind bottoming if you're on top," the goddess said with a grin, making the other woman blush, "I've never been worshipped before..."

"Yeah, well, get used to it."

#oraia: headcanon #abrushwithdeath #admin #yeah so that happened #thanks for that prompt about the clothes 😅 #wlw #I guess this is a sequel to the other thing IDK #& yes Anna's wearing the black dress Oraia gave her #oraia dresses anna marie pt. 2

[dollmakes]

I finally built the doll closet I've been planning for over a year! I had the wood crate for a long time now, but it wasn't until last month that I found the perfect miniature dowel/closet rod holders on etsy along with a seller that was able to work with me on a custom design for 1/6 hangers that are wonderful for skirts, pants, and shorts. I need to order more hangers from their shop because I ran out--apparently I have a lot more doll clothes than I remembered.

I love how all the pastel colors look together, especially on the top row of clothes. The outcome was worth the hour of pain and misery spent on the floor installing the dowels.

I have more clothes in this box at the bottom of the closet along with some of my favorite shoes on a small Barbie shoe rack, a Barbie sunhat, and the fancy jacket I bought from Saphar BJD for the 1/4 MSD I pre-ordered. I really love these tiny pink storage bins, but I think they're discounted because I bought mine years ago and I can't find them online anywhere now. I'll probably use the empty one here for doll socks once I have the time and energy to make some.

I spent several hours this week organizing my doll clothes and I'm very happy with the results so I'll post more doll closet photos later 😌

P.S.--if anyone that sees this has any resealable Barbie fashion pack bags they don't need I'll gladly buy or trade for them.

#dollblr #doll clothes #barbie #doll crafts

[adamgant]

Friday Faves 12.8

Friday Faves 12.8 https://ift.tt/vOYIxiG Hi friends! Happy Saturday! What are you up to this weekend? We’re spending time with some of our favorite friends: dinner and Botanical gardens, stocking stuffer event, Waitress the Musical, and then pasta making and dinner. I’d love to hear what you’re up to! Some random pics from the week: Before we get into Friday Faves, a couple of quick notes: THANK YOU x1000000 to those of you who have filled out my annual survey. Your feedback is invaluable to me and it’s made me so excited to start working on 2024 content. Please share your thoughts here! You still have time to enter this year’s favorite things giveaway!! If you’d like to be a holiday elf and support some children this year, check out this link to gift the Keiki of Maui. These are all children who were directly affected by the August wildfires in Maui, many of whom lost their homes and all of their belongings. This page includes links to their Amazon wishlists, which will be shipped directly to the organization. It’s time for the weekly Friday Faves roundup (just a little delayed posting on a Saturday) This is where I share some of my favorite finds from the week and around the web. I always love to hear about your faves, too, so please shout out something you’re loving in the comments section below. Friday Faves 12.8 Health, fitness, and good eats: – I was invited to teach at the Fuel for Finals event at the University of Arizona for the College of Fine Arts. It was such a great event: a coffee cart, therapy dog, juice shots, snacks, a yoga class, and a mobility + stretching class (this is the one I taught) to help students unwind in between finals. Here is the playlist I used! We did a 45-minute mobility flow with lots of dynamic and static stretching, plus an extra-long savasana. – Fire cider. The crew and I picked this up at the farmer’s market last weekend. I’ve been a huge fan of fire cider for years (especially during this time of year) and now I’m inspired to try to make my own. Fashion + beauty: LOVING these new NOW products. I’m always blown away by the quality for the price, with excellent ingredients. Serum is here and eye cream is here (use code FITNESSISTA) This Amazon sweater! So cute and inexpensive. (with these pants and these shoes) Here are this week’s top gift guide picks: These cute joggers Everyday Chelsea boots This swimsuit that I bought years ago and still love The best half-zip  An amazing gift for any pet lover The gift that will make any little kid’s whole year Still my favorite leggings  A perfect stocking stuffer for your husband or partner A Barbie dream house This kids’ ruffle sweatshirt You can check out my gift guide for her, for him, for the kids, and health and fitness gifts. Skincare faves, tweens, and under $100 are coming next week! Read, watch, listen: – We watched The Family Switch on Netflix the other night and all loved it. It was heartwarming, funny, appropriate for the little one, and the perfect amount of holiday cheer. Definitely recommend it! – Check out this week’s podcast episode here! – I’ve been reading Fourth Wing and while it sucked me in initially, it’s dragon a bit (couldn’t help it lolz)… trying to get through it because I know it picks up at the end. Happy Friday friends! xo Gina The post Friday Faves 12.8 appeared first on The Fitnessista. via The Fitnessista https://ift.tt/5QAapmY December 09, 2023 at 01:45PM

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[floralchemy]

so i bought a dress last week.

it was in target and i wasn’t looking to buy anything, but i found it on the rack and it looked cute so i tried it on. and i liked it. i liked how it looked on me and i liked how it made me feel. it’s a long dress that goes down almost to my ankles, loose and flowy from the bust but not baggy or anything, i joked with s that it was like a regency dress, like from bridgerton, with an empire waistline.

it’s not perfect-- a little loose around the shoulders, and the material felt cheap considering how overpriced it was--but i liked it and so i bought it.

it felt weird to buy something like that. i almost never do. i buy crappy knicknacks and pet supplies and gas and junk food, and even clothes for work, but i almost never buy clothes like that. nice clothes. feminine clothes, for myself.

it made me think, or it made me keep thinking, because i’ve talked about it with s once or twice recently, about clothes and presentation and gender. how the clothes make the man (or woman. or person). i’ve always....i don’t know if i’ve always felt like a girl, most of the time i don’t feel like anything at all, like a sexless, genderless blob; but i’ve always been comfortable being called a girl. being called a woman. i’ve never chafed against that label, and even now it feels fine to me, it feels right--but i haven’t really embraced femininity either. there were short little periods in high school and college where i tried to wear makeup every day, but those eventually wore off. nowadays i barely wear earrings anymore. and dating, ugh, the less said about that the better.

but i don’t know. i keep thinking of the clothes i wear to work; baggy shirts, heavy-duty boots, men’s all-weather pants. sports bras and baseball caps, hair either cut short or pulled back in a ponytail. i’ve worn variations of that outfit for the last three jobs i worked. and i don’t hate it! that’s the thing. most of the time, i like it. i like how competent and confident it makes me feel. yes, i can answer your questions. yes, i can finish that task. yes, i can climb that hill, i can walk that far, i can carry that much.

and i like how it makes me feel...sort of invulnerable, in a way. the androgenous aspect, the way it flattens my curves, makes me invisible to probing eyes. i’m she/her at work, but not really, not in a way that counts.

and at home, with my family, or on time off...it’s kind of the same. loose t-shirts, fleece zip ups, old jeans that probably should’ve been thrown out years ago. my family doesn’t expect me to dress up, they know me as me past anything i wear, so i don’t wear anything fancy. and that feels good too, it feels nice to be loved so deeply, beyond appearance.

but still. the dress. i guess i was surprised by how nice it felt to look that way, how i stared at myself in the dressing room mirror, letting my hair down and letting myself imagine for a moment, see myself as a...a womanly woman, however that sounds. archaic stereotype? i guess, but it feels alien to me, not like something i grew up wanting.

i don’t know. i imagine myself like that; tighter clothes, more exposed skin, smiling and laughing like that--and it’s a fantasy both thrilling and repulsive. what would it be like, to be a woman like that? how much effort would it take, shaving and creaming and washing and powering and painting? too much, it feels like. but worth it, maybe?

i don’t know. i think i would feel...more vulnerable. but also more powerful, in a different way.

maybe i’ll go shopping again soon. i’d like to get some shoes to match the dress.

[sukirichi]

sweet angel

With a heart of gold, sweet lips, and white lace all over your body — he’s pretty sure you’re his sweet angel.

REQUEST. lingerie under his white button up shirt for gojo + somnophilia + established relationship + oblivious reader

CONTENT/WARNINGS. smut, somnophilia, mentions of insecurity, very slight angst, creampie, cockwarming, body marking, UNEDITED

NOTES. I haven’t written Gojo for a while but I sure do missed it! We’re gonna have more Gojo content this week too! if i finish my wips anyway lmao

next

The clock blinks back a painful three am to you, the time way past what Gojo’s promised. You don’t stop the sigh leaving your cherry red lips as you stare at the mirror, jaw clenching at the sight. Today’s supposed to be your second anniversary with Gojo, and instead of spending it on a skyscraper dinner like last year’s, you both insisted on staying at home for a more romantic date instead.

Him being the strongest sorcerer, it’s only a given that he’ll be busy, even to this day. He’s unable to take a day off, but he promised to come home on time.

The dinner’s gone cold, the candles melted and aroma of roses sticking hard to the walls. You’re wearing his favourite black dress paired with ankle boots, wrists clinking from the bangles and makeup done to perfection. Today’s supposed to be simple, quiet, and romantic – especially with your surprise for him – but he’s still not home.

Washing your face in the sink and covering the dishes, you blow out the candles, heading back to your shared room to call it a day. You swipe your dress with Gojo’s white button, wanting to feel that he’s still with you even with just his scent.

A blaring red that reads three forty-five is the last thing you see as you burrow deep into the covers, trying your best to ignore the panging in your heart.

He promised he’d be home soon.

“Honey! I’m ho—” Gojo blinks at the darkness of your penthouse, hands patting the walls before flicking on the lights. He’s not surprised to see that it’s neat as usual, but then his gaze lands on the dining table, and that’s when he realizes he’s fucked up.

The candles are already melted halfway, one wine glass still and the other already washed in the sink. You must’ve taken a few sips as you waited for him; an image he can imagine already. He’s admired you long before dating you that Gojo’s used to your habits, like how you’d rotate the drink in your glass three times before you drink, tongue darting out to taste the wine mixing in with your lips.

He knows all this, mostly because it always drives him crazy when you do that, and he’s lost count of the times he’s pushed you up against the counter, shoving his tongue between your lips to find out what it is about wine and flavoured lipsticks you liked so much.

It’s a little hellish to him the more he thinks about it, even more so because you’re completely unaware of your effect on him.

But he’s not the only one, since no matter how perceptive Gojo could be, he’s scatterbrained more often than he likes to admit. And of fucking course he forgot tonight was your anniversary. He never set dates on his calendars, waving his hand and confidently stating he had an ultra memory and didn’t need reminders.

Well, now that ultra memory is reminding him of the last time he’s forgot to attend your work event, a time you needed him more than anything else, and you didn’t talk to him for a week straight.

He wishes you would shout at him, push or shove him even, call him names and tell him he’s horrible, but you’ve always been a sweet, little thing – you’re timid even in your frustration. You never glared at him, never scolded him, and it’s even more terrifying because you’re still so sweet to him – preparing him meals, giving him a kiss before he leaves for work – but Gojo isn’t entirely dumb. He notices how you turn away from him in your sleep, your arms that would usually be wrapped around his torso now hugging yourself in an attempt to make yourself small and invisible.

That’s how you felt every time Gojo doesn’t keep to his word.

Unseen. Unloved. Unheard. Unimportant. He’s no mind reader, but it’d be pushing it if he can’t even turn to your thoughts like that.

And even in your slumber, it’s written all over your face, evident in the way tears are staining your cheeks under the sheets. Gojo sighs upon seeing your crumpled form on the bed, your dress hanging neatly from the closet and your heels placed beneath it. He crouches down in front of the shoe, his hands crumpled into fists. This wasn’t just any shoe – it’s the one he made you get during that time you were debating whether you could pull it off, but he encouraged you that you looked gorgeous in anything. Despite having bought it a long time ago, you never wore it, only on this day because you trust your comfort and safety around him; one he’s so effortlessly crushed.

Gojo quickly changes into his pyjamas not long afterwards, sliding himself next to your body in slow, careful movements to not wake you up. Aside from a slight stir, you remain deep asleep, the frown permanent and deep on your face.

It breaks his heart to see you like this, especially because he knows he’s the one who caused it.

Gojo runs his hand across the apple of your cheeks, caressing your precious face on his palm before leaning forward to kiss your head. You smell amazing too, and yet, you’re uncomfortable with whatever’s playing in your head. He could take a good guess and assume it’s him.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs into your skin, sliding his arm over your body to pull you close to him. “I didn’t mean to forget, I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

He knows he should apologize when you’re awake, but he wants to say it now before his guilt eats up at him. Gojo’s eyes flutter close when his hands come into contact with something...lacey, and he pauses, lifting the sheets to inspect the material. He doesn’t really know what he’s expecting, but his breath stutters anyway, his aquamarine eyes zeroed in on his shirt draped over your form, the top three buttons left open and you’re not wearing shorts.

Gojo curses under his breath. His reaction is immediate; blood rushing to his groin and legs nudging yours apart. He doesn’t bother hiding under the sheets not anymore as he runs his hand over your body, his touch suddenly so cold in contrast to your warmth.

He’s fucked you a lot of times in different places and angles, so he shouldn’t be so nervous, yet he is, and his hands are fucking shaking.

His head snaps to your one more time, revelling in the way you open your legs just as he pries them apart. Even in your sleep, you’re still so trusting, so wanting – so perfect for him. Gojo situates himself between your thighs as he unbuttons your shirt one by one, his teeth clenched so hard it wouldn’t be anything surprising if he actually cracked his jaw.

You’re nothing short of looking like an angel; the thigh straps squeezing the flesh of your thighs and exuding such heavenly beauty he’s stunned.

You let out a sigh at his erection rubbing you through his boxers, completely unaware that Gojo’s fallen back on his thighs, eyes wide at the white lingerie set clad in your body. He licks at his lips, debating which land he should trudge on first.

The thigh straps he wants to rip with his fingers, the white lace panty that’s already nearly transparent with your arousal, or the frilly cups holding your breasts in place?

This is the first time Gojo’s gotten close to losing his mind, and lose his mind he did. Thoughts of making it up to you flies out the window, his emotions running turbulent with anger and regret in place. If he’d just gotten home, if he’d just killed the curses faster, he could’ve kissed you and heard you beg for him in your awakened state; he’d have the pleasure of seeing you squirm under him while he rips this pretty set apart.

His dick throbs harder at the fact you wore this for him, but you must’ve been so tired and sad to wear proper pyjamas. Should he be thankful? Angry at himself for making you feel this way?

He doesn’t fucking now, his mind is nothing but a mess as he sucks a wet spot into the juncture of your neck, large hands groping your breast. You mewl a little at the contact, neck arching to the side while you sigh, that slight dip in your brow a telltale you must be still in a sleepy daze.

“Fuck, baby,” he mutters through pants as he cups your mound, only to be met with such astounding wetness. You look so innocent right now in comparison to your soft moans that it ruins him. You’re a good girl, such a sweet lover for him that you’re always letting him take in charge under the trust he’ll make you feel good. This trust is extended even in your wildest dreams, but you don’t need to worry about that. He’ll soon make it a reality.

Gojo is too needy that he doesn’t bother pulling your thong off anymore, pulling it to the side with two fingers before his thumb flicks at your clit. He’s rewarded with a sharp inhale, cheeks planted to the pillows and you look so pretty, so hauntingly oblivious that the only thing able to pull the strongest sorcerer limb by limb apart is through your needy wet cunt.

He aligns himself with your entrance, groaning when his tip is coated with your slick, the warmth of your pussy radiating off of him. It’s fucking stupid that Gojo shivers, and he knows it’s pathetic because he chuckles, lifting both your legs up before he hugs them to his chest.

You’re so wet that Gojo no longer finds the need to prepare you, his eyes falling down to where your bodies connect, breath taken away at how your lips eagerly spread apart to take him in. He’s a little too big for your tiny, sweet pussy that your lips pinch into a flat line, chest rasping up and down.

He wants to apologize, wants to caress your face and look you in the eyes as usual to tell you that you’re doing good, just breathe and the pain will be gone soon.

The situation deprives him of that privilege, so he’s left with no choice but to kiss your ankles affectionately before thrusting all the way in. A loud moan echoes around the room the moment he’s seated in, dick throbbing inside your heated pussy that’s so tight it’s nearly suffocating.

“Oh, my baby,” he thrusts in slowly, not wanting to completely wake you up despite the fact you’re unconsciously grabbing the sheets already. “My sweet, pretty angel – I’m so sorry daddy couldn’t fuck you tonight but look at you, you’re so wet,” he bites your calf at the last word to muffle his groans, the tight sucking in of your pussy to his length making his cock throb. “Did you touch yourself when I was gone, hm? You must be so unsatisfied, but I’m here now, I’ll take care of you.”

Gojo’s unable to keep his promise to you before, but he’ll definitely keep this promise now. He leaves little love marks at your skin, reaching forward to tug the cups of your bra down. He’s rewarded with the intoxicating luxury of watching your breasts bounce at his pace, your nipples the only thing stopping the material from completely falling.

You mewl at the pleasure he’s giving you, the constant friction of your hardened buds against the cups must be so heavenly by now, and you’re tightening around him, walls clamped down over his dick that Gojo never wants to let go.

He thrusts harder this time in response to your greedy sucking, his tip kissing your cervix. You throw your head back deeper into the pillows, hands patting every spot beside you. He knows that look all too well – mouth falling open, eyes shut tight, brows pinched together and that angelic little pant – it’s the face you always wear when you’re about to cum and Gojo wants to make it up to you, pushing your legs to the side before heaving his weight forward.

“Aw, baby,” he coos, “Coming already?”

The sudden stretch in your body only has your walls sucking him harder, his hips stuttering in its pace. Gojo kisses you flat on the lips as his hands thread to yours, squeezing it momentarily just as pleasure washes over him too. You come first, the spasms of your cunt similar to that one time you’ve accidentally gripped him too hard in your hand that Gojo’s cum suddenly landed on your eye. It’s tight, too fucking tight, that Gojo actually loses the ability to breathe.

His hips snap harder, dick driving deeper into your hole that’s already leaking out with cum. Your precious lingerie set is ruined, guaranteed to get him another pout that Gojo shakes his head, gripping hard at your hips while he chases his own high.

“I’ll get you another one, angel, I’ll buy you – fuck! – all the sets you need if it means dressing pretty for me like this,” he stutters in one breath, mouth latching around your nipple. He tugs at it in his need to reach his breaking point, no longer caring that you’ll wake up anytime soon, not when he’s so close and the squelching of your pussy sounds like heavenly music to his ears. Gojo thrusts in one last time hard enough that his balls make a loud slapping sound against your ass, but he doesn’t slide out, keeping himself right deep into your cunt in his orgasm.

Breathing heavily, Gojo falls on top of you, thankfully still strong enough to not crush you with his weight. He’s leaving fluttering kisses all over your face, your sweat slicking his skin.

He wants to pull out from the sensitivity, but you feel so warm and comfortable that Gojo plops down to the side, hugging your back and kissing your shoulder with panted breaths. You’re still recovering from the tremors of your orgasm that’s most likely still a dream to you, body trembling in his arms. Gojo does you a favour by throwing your bra to the side, his hands acting as a replacement for the missing piece.

He sighs onto your neck, barely managing to properly cover the both of your bodies in his exhaustion after a long day. He holds you close and tight in his arms, an I love you merely audible from his lips, followed by a regretful I’m sorry.

Gojo dreads tomorrow morning, in all honesty. There’s no easy way to explain that he “simply forgot” after all your efforts, his heart already darkening with the fear of seeing you pull away like you did the last time. His eyes droop down as he makes a mental note to just do whatever he can, but you’re stirring in his arms, lips puckered at the edge of his jaw.

“Satoru,” you whisper, hands tracing patterns on his chest. “You’re home. I’m glad.”

Soft snores follow after that, but Satoru is wide awake just as you’ve fallen asleep once more. He’s left speechless, and he doesn’t hold back in hugging you closer to his chest as a silent promise of never leaving you alone again. Even now, you’re still such a sweet angel, and how lucky is he to find someone like that?

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the blind date | myg

Pairing: (non-idol) bestfriend!Yoongi x reader (feat. Hobi and Jennie)

Word count: ~6K

Summary: one of your best friends had set up a blind date for you but the night takes a turn when you come home alone.

Genre/Warnings: smut, mentions of smoking weed

Masterlist

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One of your best friends had set you up on a blind date. One of your best friends, meaning the one you recently fell in love with but would never become something more. He was off limits simply because he was one of your best friends.

“Hobi, our dear _____ is all grown up” Yoongi says as he helps himself to the contents of your fridge, grabbing a beer you had bought earlier this week.

“I know it’s been a long time _____ but I I know he’s gonna sweep you off your feet” he says rushing back to the living room where you’re basically showing them your outfits.

“That is too raunchy” Hobi says “are y’all going to the club?” He says as he snorts and laughs. You stick your tongue out as you head back to your room to change for the umpteenth time.

Your room is a hot mess considering all the clothes on your bed and floor, trying to find the perfect outfit. Not that you care about what you look like for the blind date.

“Yoongiiiiii” you begin to whine “I literally cannot find ANYTHING”. You sit on a pile of clothes on the bed. “Can you just tell him I caught the bug and won’t be able to reschedule for the next 6 months?”.

You lay on your bed, pulling out your phone from the pocket of your hoodie to scroll through Instagram before Yoongi comes in with a bowl of strawberries.

“_____ remember, let your yes be yes and your no be no. And you said yes so you can’t take it back” he says as he sticks his tongue out at you before indulging in a bite.

“I only said yes because you basically said yes for me” you whine, dropping your phone to your side as you sit up and stare at Yoongi as you’re now looking and feeling defeated.

“I’m okay with where I am in life Yoongi. All I need is Jennie, you, Hobi, and my handy dandy vibrator” you say as you wait for his reaction.

And you know exactly how he responds “You’re sick _______” you both say at the same time as you mock him.

He looks at you then to the pile of clothes on your bed. He puts down the bowl before grabbing a cute blouse and then throws it on your lap.

“Wear this with your favorite pair of jeans and those black heeled boots” he says before completely leaving your room, taking another bite of the strawberries. He leaves the door open to show that he’s not completely scarred from what you just said.

You bring the blouse to your attention and check yourself in the mirror and you can see that outfit actually working out.

“Thank you Yoongiiiiii!” You yell so that he can hear you. And then you set it aside as you begin to clean up the mountain of clothes.

You have your country music playing because for whatever reason it puts you in a good mood. Hobi quietly walks in as you’re turned around hanging up stuff in your closet.

“So which one are you going with?” He suddenly says, scaring you half to death.

“Hobi, what the hell!” You yell, hitting him on the shoulder. You look at each other before you both start laughing.

You hold up the blouse and pants as you point to the shoes and he gives you a thumbs up in approval. He moves some clothes to one side of the bed as he sits down.

“I can’t believe you’re really going” he says so that only you can hear. “But, I’m also proud of you for actually trying”.

The last time you dated someone was over 2 years ago and if it weren’t for Hobi and Yoongi, who knows where you would be.

They picked up the pieces of your broken heart, along with your actual best friend/roommate Jennie. They helped mend the parts of you that you thought would never heal and you’re eternally grateful for them all.

And you weren’t lying earlier when you said all you needed were the 3 of them. Yet they insisted you go on a date.

It doesn’t help that Jennie and Hobi have been together for the past 5 years. They got together a year after you and Jennie became roommates going into your third year of college. And Yoongi automatically became part of your clique since he’s been Hobi’s best friend since their diaper days.

What you love about your dear friends is the balance. Hobi is the outgoing one of the group, you can say possibly the leader out of the four of you. Jennie is the voice of reason. Yoongi is the unique and spontaneous one. While you were the empath and the motherly one.

You all had roles in the group that it always worked out. And when you and/or Yoongi had significant others it only added to the group’s strength.

Which is why Yoongi had pushed for this blind date because he wanted you to be happy. He wanted the group to feel more complete. He was tired of being the other 3rd wheel to Hobi and Jennie’s dates. He wanted another buddy to drink with since Hobi was tied up.

And although you loved their relationship as well, you also wished for more. But in a different way. You thought that you didn’t need to add to your group. You could see yourself being with Yoongi, truly completing the group.

But he pushed for dates for you consistently as he had brought in some girls throughout the years. And you always said no, often being the 5th wheel. But you didn’t mind. Because you never felt that way, well not with Hobi and Jennie at least.

Some of the ladies Yoongi brought around were nice, but most of them just had no personality to them. But Yoongi couldn’t help it, he was quite the ladies man.

Which was part of the reason why you said yes to the blind date. Because you realized your feelings for Yoongi were getting too deep and you know that sooner or later he’s gonna end up in a legit relationship and you were scared you’d end up alone.

Sure it would hurt when you hear Hobi’s gossip about Yoongi’s sexcapades, but you also knew they wouldn’t last. So you kept Yoongi close, maybe a little too close.

Because sometimes when you catch him staring at you with those captivating brown eyes, or when he smiles from cheek to cheek and starts laughing at your jokes, or when he shows off his gummy smile, it drives you insane.

You’d risk it all if you could but you would never because 1) it would change the dynamic of your beloved friend group and 2) you’re certain he doesn’t feel the same way.

So as much as you’re dreading this blind date, you also told yourself you’ll go with the flow. You take your precious time getting ready while the guys are rummaging through your cabinets and fridge for food.

“_____ you have 20 more minutes!” Yoongi calls out when you’re just about done with your falsies. You sigh as you look at yourself in the mirror. You’re content with everything but the date itself.

“Just one night, so they can shut up for 4 months” you mouthed to yourself in the mirror before taking one final look. You grab the Gucci purse Jennie gifted you last Christmas.

You didn’t see Yoongi leaning against the door post with salt and vinegar chips in hand. “Wow” he says almost inaudibly, but you saw him through the mirror. You turn around to look at him.

“How do I look Yoongs?” You say swaying your body as you slowly turn around. He looks at you in the eyes and then to your figure before he approaches you.

“You look amazing” he manages to say moments after and you can’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach from the way he compliments you and the way he’s looking at you.

“I-I-I hope you have fun on your date ___” he stutters as he looks around your room instead of focusing on you, as if he was nervous himself.

“I highly doubt it but thank you Yoongi! What do you have planned for tonight?” You say giving him a not so innocent grin.

“Ehh Hobi and Jennie want me to tag along to meet up with some people at that one bar they frequent, but we’ll see” he says looking your way and down to your figure again.

Since you’ve known Yoongi, you’ve never caught him staring at you, so when you catch him in the act it gets both of you flustered. But you shake it off as you playfully smack him with the purse in your hand and you both laugh it off and head to the living room.

“Wow ____ you look great! If this date goes well you’ll finally end your dry spell!” Hobi says as he takes a good look at you. And for whatever reason you start to feel your cheeks start to blush.

You try to pretend you weren’t fazed and slap him on his shoulder out of spite. “You’re the worst, Jung Hoseok” you say before getting some water before heading out.

“Also, I know y’all are going out tonight but if worse comes to worse, can y’all pick me up?” You blurt out casually, chuckling out of nervousness. But in reality, you’re actually starting to feel nervous.

“You’re gonna be fine _____” Hobi says reassuringly. “We did a background check and everything” he says nonchalantly before opening a bag of cookies. The funny thing is you know he’s not lying. Because you know Jennie would do something like just because.

“Well boys, I’ll see y’all later! Wish me luck!” You say hesitantly, hoping they’d hear your unamused tone and save you from going. But as expected, they’re focused on whatever show is playing and munching away.

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You quietly open the door to your apartment to see that it’s pitched black and you let out the sigh you’ve been holding in all night.

You instantly take off your heeled boots by the door and take off your coat as you make your way to lay on the couch.

You turn on the lamp before heading to the kitchen to grab some water, and just as you were able to sit you end up jumping, scared out of your mind to find someone laying on the couch.

“What the hell Yoongi!” you said startled as hell as you try to calm down your nerves.

He rubs his eyes a little before adjusting to the light. “Mmmm” is all he manages to say as he tries to wake himself and find the strength to make space for you.

“Wait” he says, straightening himself up and suddenly as alert as ever, “how was your date? Is he coming here? Oh shit” he says sitting up straight to straighten out the pillows on the couch.

“Yoongs, you’re okay” you say chuckling as you pat him on the shoulder. “No one’s coming over at this time” you said in a little more softer tone in hopes that he didn’t hear you.

You finally take a seat before stretching your legs on top of the coffee table and tilt your head backwards to rest on the couch.

“So, should I not ask how the date went?” Yoongi asks as he rests his arm behind you on the backside of the couch. And for whatever reason, he makes you a little speechless at this gesture.

You look at him trying to read his expression. He looks like he’s all ears, but you also don’t want him to be the first person you spill all the tea to, so you try to organize your thoughts.

“You can ask, Yoongi. You can literally ask me anything” you say as you raise your glass up to drink some water. And he knows that you mean that.

He looks at the clock on the wall and his eyes suddenly grow bigger. “Wait a damn minute, it’s only 9?! Why are you home?!” He says checking the time on his phone to make sure he’s not tripping.

“I cut that date short” you giggled right before taking another sip of water.

“But why ______?!” He says basically grabbing the couch from behind you. He looks like he’s ready to yell but holds in his breath.

“I wasn’t feeling it Yoongi, it’s that plain and simple” you say pouting suddenly. “He seemed really cool and I wish I could have tried harder.. but I don’t know..” you said thinking back to the date.

He was attractive. He was a gentleman. He was going somewhere in life. He had dreams and aspirations that almost aligned with yours. But in reality, he wasn’t Yoongi. And for whatever reason, how Yoongi stared at you earlier today replayed in your mind the hour and a half you were out.

But you’d never admit that to your inner circle, especially to Yoongi himself. So you take a deep breath and let out a sigh, hoping he would take the hint you were done with that conversation.

“Wait, if it’s only 9pm why were you KO’d on my couch and not out with our besties?” You say reaching for the bag of chips he was probably munching on before he knocked out.

He laughs and shrugs, “I wanted to nap before I went out with Hobi and Jennie” he says as he steals the chip from your hand.

You were a little sad to hear he was still planning on going out. You wanted to hear that he’d stay and comfort you after your failed attempt at a date. But you also know that would be asking for too much.

“Well, hopefully you have enough energy for tonight” you said, reaching in the bag for another chip or three before stuffing it into your mouth.

“Actually I don’t think I have the mental capacity to be out at a bar right now. But I wouldn’t say no to a nice walk around the neighborhood” he says nonchalantly. “You down?”

You look at him for a quick second and he begins looking at you with puppy eyes and a cute pout you can never refuse. “Fine, let me just change” you say as you head to your room.

Thankfully your apartment complex is gated and has its own park. You and Yoongi start your walk when he takes out a blunt and lights it. It’s something you both enjoy after a stressful day, especially after a day of helping Hobi and Jennie work through their issues.

With you and Yoongi, there’s never a time when it has been awkward between you two, except maybe now. You’re both extremely quiet, which is a first. You don’t know what to say and you feel that he has more questions but doesn’t want to pry.

After walking and sharing the blunt for five minutes, you decided to take initiative, “I appreciate you setting up the date Yoongs, and I’m sorry if this ruins your friendship with the guy” you say, chuckling nervously.

He takes a hit and takes in a deep breath before exhaling. “Was he a dick to you?” He asks, almost as if he was starting to get angry, which surprised you to say the least.

“Oh my gosh, no way. He was a gentleman through and through” you say reassuring your friend. “I swear he didn’t do anything weird or gross”.

He was then quiet again, and you wish you could read his mind at this point. You also wish that you can just be truthful. But you suppress those thoughts down the bottom of the barrel of your train of thoughts.

It was as if he was about to speak his mind, but instead he sighs and takes another hit. And then seconds later, another one.

“What’s wrong Yoongs?” You ask, hearing and seeing his change in demeanor. He straightens his posture up as you two continue on walking.

“I don’t want to say I’m upset because I’m not. But I swear he was the perfect match for you” he begins before he takes another hit. “He’s literally everything you want in a guy,” he says, almost sounding disappointed.

Your eyes widened at his confession. Why is he so affected? You try to gather your thoughts but you’re honestly dumbfounded. You find yourself grabbing the blunt, taking a couple of hits yourself.

“I know Yoongs. I have no idea what’s wrong with me” you admit. You take another hit when you notice that he’s walking closer to you now. And then suddenly he wraps his arm around you.

“Nothing’s wrong with you ____” is all he manages to say. He grabs the blunt from you and takes a hit still holding onto you. Your mind is going crazy but you’re trying to keep it cool.

“I think you’re amazing ____” he continues on as he passes you the blunt. And it’s as if he was suddenly aware of his arm holding on to you because he slowly drops it down back to his side.

“Thanks Yoongi” you say shyly as you playfully bump into him, missing the warmth his arm provided for you. You surprise yourself as you link your arm with his. But he doesn’t seem to mind.

For the rest of the walk, you take turns with the blunt while telling each other your worst dating experiences.

You make it back to your apartment and both of you are pretty high. He makes it back to the couch with the chips in one hand as he motions you to sit next to him with his other hand.

You and Yoongi have cuddled before, multiple times, high as a kite and usually you would think nothing of it. It’s just how your friendship worked, and it’s not like you’ve ever kissed or anything.

But as he’s picking some random documentary on Netflix, your mind starts playing tricks on you. Does it feel different to him as well or are you just too emotional right now?

You quietly sigh as you rest your head on his shoulder and his arm is suddenly wrapped around you. Then you realize that his hand is slowly lowering, from your shoulder to your elbow and now close to your waist.

Stop trippin’ you say to yourself as you try your hardest to focus on the documentary, completely unaware of what’s going on.

Yoongi rests his head on yours, squeezing your side a little more intently and you can’t remember if he’s done this before or if you’re just caught up in your feels. But every single movement, every little thing he’s doing is driving you crazy.

“Hey ______” he says, lifting his head up and moving his hand away from you to take a good look at you. You hold back your sigh from instantly missing the warmth of his hold and look at him.

“Yes Yoongi?” You respond back with half a smile on your face. And as you take a good look at him, it’s an expression you’ve never seen.

“What are you looking for in a guy?” He says after hesitating for a moment. Your eyes grow big at this sudden question and realize you may be too high to answer this appropriately.

“Hmm” you say, placing your index finger on your chin. As you look at Yoongi, you see that he’s watching you very carefully.

“I want a man who won’t complete me but complement me” you say and pause trying to think of more. He shifts his body so that he’s completely facing you and you automatically lose your train of thought.

He leans in closer looking into your gaze, as if he was searching for something only your eyes can answer.

“Do you think we complement each other ____?” He asks suddenly and you swear your heart skipped a beat.

You avoid his eyes for a minute to look past him. You feel the temperature rising and a ball of anxiety form in your chest. Why is he asking you these questions? But before you can answer his question he grabs one of your hand with his.

“I think we complement each other _____” he says and squeezes your hand. “I think we complement each other more than we know”.

You’re speechless and motionless. Is he really telling you this right now or are you dreaming this?

“_______, I set up your date with the intent of helping you find your soulmate. But as soon as you walked out the door earlier, I realized that it was a mistake” he says. He lets go of your hand but keeps his eyes focused on you.

You find the strength to meet his gaze that was full of desperation. What was he implying?

“What are you saying Yoongi?” You ask, holding your gaze on him.

He holds out his hand and helps you to straddle over his thighs and makes you lean closer to him.

“I want you _____. I want you for myself” he says as he rests both of his hands on your waist.

If your heart could explode at any time, it would be now. You look at him and see a whole new side of Yoongi you’ve never seen. His eyes have darkened, and his usual fluffy expression is now replaced with this new sexy look.

“Do you want me too?” He asks, letting go of his hold, suddenly afraid of overstepping boundaries.

You gently lift your hips only to carefully roll them on his lap and wrap both of your arms around his shoulders, leaning to one side of his head.

“There’s only one person I’ve ever wanted,” you whisper into his ear before caressing his hair from the back of his head.

And that was all it took for him to delve his lips to yours. His soft lips meet yours and it sends electricity all over your body.

He grabs your face with one hand as his other hand makes way to your ass, giving you permission to follow his lead. But instead you lean back a little to catch your breath.

“All I wanted was you Min Yoongi” you confess before reeling back into the kiss. And it ignites something in both of you because now you’re both deepening the kiss.

He gently bites your lower lip and you instantly moan. You just want him to devour you. He’s licking your bottom lip with his tongue making you moan once again before his tongue meets yours.

And soon enough you’re rolling your hips, wanting more. He grabs your ass with both hands to help relieve the tension while all focusing on the kiss.

You pull on his hair, making him moan from the sudden gesture and it drives both of you insane.

He moves his hands up to the hem of your sweater and begins lifting it, but you stop him before he can take it off.

“Wait” you say trying to catch your breath. “I want you.. in my room” you say. He licks his lips and nods. He watches you carefully get off his lap. You grab hold of his hand and lead him to your room.

You quickly shut the door behind you before leading Yoongi closer to your bed. You would do anything to be on his lap again. But before you can even do that, you take off your sweater fully exposing your top half to him.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous _____. I swear you’ll be the death of me” he says mimicking your gesture as he starts taking off his clothes.

In a matter of seconds, all that’s left is your panties and his boxers and it is very evident that he’s horny for you. His dick is still constrained yet he looks huge.

You step towards him to help take off his boxers as you’re more than curious to see all of him. But before you can do anything he grabs you and pushes you onto your bed.

“Baby” he says, with a sexy grin on his face, “let me cater to you” he says as you’re sitting on the edge of the bed.

Your mind goes blank for a second, unsure of how to respond, but he takes the lead and begins pulling down your panties.

“So fucking gorgeous” Yoongi whispers as he kneels down. He can’t help but stare at your body. “Do you know how many times I’ve dreamt about this? About you?” He says, licking his lips as he parts your thighs before locking his gaze to yours.

He caresses your thighs very slightly yet it still sends shivers throughout your body. This man will be the death of me, you think to yourself.

He leans in closer and kisses the inside of your thighs. You can’t contain it anymore as you lean back on your elbows, biting your lower lip to hold yourself back from screaming.

“You’re so fucking wet baby” he says as he touches your folds with his index and middle finger. Your eyes roll back from the sensation.

He begins rubbing your clit and this time you don’t hold back as you moan from the pleasure of someone else’s hand.

“Fuck, that feels so good” you manage to say, which is all he wanted to hear. He rubs your clit a little faster now and you try to grab tight to anything. It feels so damn good you never want him to stop.

But he does. And you can’t help but gasp at the sudden loss of pleasure. You look down and all you see is his dark orbs and a mischievous grin.

“If you want more baby, you need to beg,” he says as he kisses your inner thigh.

“I need you Min Yoongi. I need you right now” you beg. He looks up to you with the most devious smirk before he kisses your core.

He then begins to suck on and lick your clit carefully and you can’t help but moan his name. His dick twitches from hearing you and he begins to fasten the pace.

You can’t help but squirm and moan as you basically thrust yourself onto his face. He’s striking every nerve and all you can do at this point is moan and hold tight to the sheets.

“Fuck, right there” you say leaning your head back. He then inserts his index finger into your core, making your eyes roll back.

“Fuck, fuck, that feels so good” you say as you try to level out your breathing. Your pussy clenches around his finger as he begins thrusting it in and out of you.

“You like that baby?” He says as he adds his middle finger. And all you can do is moan in reply.

“I want you to cum for me” he says as he quickens the pace with his fingers, reaching deeper into you. And he shifts his focus from your core to your clit in an instance.

Your pussy is clenching and your toes are curling and you try to grab anything at this point as your orgasm gets the best of you. Satisfied and pleased in ways you haven’t been, you continue to moan as your orgasm takes over you.

“Fuck you’re so hot baby” Yoongi says wiping off your juice from his mouth with the backside of his hand.

You lay down all the way, trying to recover from your high when you feel pressure as Yoongi hovers over you.

“I’m not done with you yet baby” he says with the same grin on his face from earlier. He grabs your face and gently kisses you and you feel his hardened length by your core.

He adds more weight onto you as he kisses your neck down to your collarbone. With one hand by your head and his focus on your collarbone, you try to reach for his length, making him grunt.

“Lay on your back” you say as you grab onto his shoulders. You both get up quickly and readjust so that he’s resting his head on your pillows.

You waste no time and pull down his boxers seeing his dick in all its glory and you’re basically drooling.

“Fuck” you sigh at the sight of his dick and you lick your lips. You look up to Yoongi’s face and all you see is lust as he rests his hands behind his head.

You move so that you’re in between his legs and grab hold of his length, grabbing it at the base. You begin pumping his length, carefully admiring it when you hear him grunting.

“Fuck baby” he says trying to keep his eyes open. But your touch is driving him insane and you’ve barely begun.

You offer him a smirk before lowering yourself so that your face is right by his length. You quickly look up and you just know Yoongi is about to lose it.

You take in his length inch by inch, licking it as you lower yourself. Your core clenches, wanting to feel him inside you already, but you know that it’ll be worth the wait.

“Your mouth feels so good baby,” he says, biting his lower lip. You quickly look up and you wish you could savor this forever.

You grab his thigh with one hand and take in his length again, slowly trying to take in as much as you can. You gag when you reach your limit, causing him to moan out your name.

“Fuck baby” he says trying to reach for your head. He pulls on your hair while you continue sucking him off.

You fasten your pace, and you’re using one of your hands and the moans that are coming out of his mouth is like music to your ears.

You would let him cum in your mouth, shit, you would let him cum anywhere, but he stops you from going any further.

You sit up to see him out of breath and he motions for you to lay right next to him. But instead you straddle him by his thighs. His eyes lit up for a second as you began rubbing your clit, not that you need to because you’re soaking wet.

You lift yourself up and grab hold of his length from underneath you.

“Baby, you’re so fucking hot” he says as he grabs hold of your hip.

You look up at him as he stares at his length. You hold his forearm and gently lower yourself onto him, making both of you grunt.

You’re both morning and swearing as he fills you up and you try to sit up as straight as you can to maintain the control. You lift yourself up and thrust down to feel him fill you.

“Fuck” he says trying to stay focused. But he can’t help but close his eyes at the pleasure he feels.

You lean forward, as your hands grab hold of his chest and you begin riding him. And fuck does it feel good. You quicken your pace when grabs hold of your hips and begins thrusting himself into you from underneath.

“Damn baby, you have no idea how good you feel” he says as he squeezes your hips tightly. You smirk and let go of his chest to lean backwards, grabbing one of his thighs.

You’re both moaning at this new angle and he grabs one of your breasts, punching one of your nipples, and you can’t help but moan and curse.

“Slow down baby” he says trying to slow you down. “I don’t want to cum just yet,” he says.

You lift yourself off of him and softly kiss him, both of you out of breath. You look at him and say, “I want you to fuck me from behind Min Yoongi” and his eyes lit up again.

You move to the other side of the bed, on all fours, arching your back as he positions you so he can stand on the ground while you’re still on the bed.

“Fuck _______, you’re perfect” he says holding on to your ass.

“So” he says as he smacks your right cheek “fucking” smacks your right cheek again “perfect” he says and grabs your hips.

He aligns his length at your entrance and you moan, missing the feeling of him inside you. But before he does anything else, he leans forward to kiss your back.

He slips himself in and slowly fills you up. Your eyes roll back for the umpteenth time, feeling so full in this new position. You moan into your pillow as he begins thrusting himself into you.

“Oh fuck” you say, screaming into the pillow as he suddenly quickens to a relentless pace. You’re grabbing tight to your pillow and feel pleasure with each thrust.

“You like how that feels baby?” He says while grunting. You let out a loud moan in response.

But suddenly he gathers and grabs your hair, “answer me with your words baby” he says, pulling it tighter and you’re forced to lift your body a little.

“It feels fucking amazing” you say panting in between your words. His thrust reaches deeper making you moan louder. He pulls your hair and helps you lift yourself up without messing up his rhythm.

“Fuck baby” he says with one hand now on your back. You can tell he’s close to reaching his high as his thrusts gets a little more sloppier.

So you rest on one elbow and begin rubbing your clit with your other hand. The increased pleasure causes you to moan even louder which drives Yoongi crazy.

He lets go of your hair and your upper body instantly falls on the bed. He grabs your hips tightly as his thrusts become more stronger.

You’re rubbing yourself at a faster pace as you feel your orgasm approaching when suddenly you feel Yoongi smacking your ass.

“Shit, you’re so tight baby. I’m not gonna last” he says, smacking your flesh once again, trying to maintain the pace.

He spreads your legs apart a little more and deepens his thrust in hopes you’d reach your climax before he does. He slows his pace down as you rub your clit faster.

“Cum for me baby” he says, holding you down and you begin moaning relentlessly feeling your orgasm approaching. Your pussy starts clenching around his dick and  all that you hear are both of your moans and skin slapping against skin. You start backing yourself up into him.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck” Yoongi says, trying so hard to not cum before you.

And suddenly your orgasm crashes over you like a wave. Yoongi pulls out and finishes off all over your back. You both are out of breath but feel so satisfied.

Yoongi steps out of your room to grab a towel for each of you.

You scoot up on your bed before your head crashes into the pillow, exhausted but content. Yoongi finishes cleaning himself and carefully joins you.

“Yoongs?” You ask calmly. You turn to face him, aware that you’re both naked and exposed.

“Yes _______?” He answers back. He leans in to kiss your forehead.

“You complement me more than anyone I know” you say almost in a whisper, tucking your hair behind your ear.

You both can’t help but smile before closing your eyes, and he pulls you closer so that you’re cuddled up closely.

You’re thankful for the failed blind date, because in the end, it led you to the right person, the only person you’ve ever wanted.

#bts smut #yoongi smut #bts fanfic #min yoongi x reader

[unhealthyfanobsession]

Do you think you’ll continue with the lawyer Nessian fic. It was so amazingly written I’d love to read more! I love all your writing anyways I’ll be happy with anything❤️

Ok not *technically* a Drabble request BUT I’m not ready to commit to a full lawyer AU that happens in order however I did just drum up a part 2 that we’ll say is several years before the previous lawyer AU. Nessian teasing in a bar and Rhys being a dumbass.

FYI the lawyer Drabble I’m talking about can be found HERE.

“I’m in love,” Rhys slurred. Cassian, a decent bit bigger than his brother and two drinks behind him, had a gentle buzz so he could only surmise that his brother was well passed sober.

“Congratulations,” Cassian grinned, clapping his hand on Rhys’ shoulder. “May I lay eyes upon the future Mrs. Dumbass.”

Rhys stared at him flatly. Blew a laugh out of his nose. “She’s not marrying you, brother.”

Cassian snorted, casting his eyes around the elegantly decorated little lounge they’d stepped into for the night. Lounge, not bar. Because they were mature adults now looking to take the edge off after a long day of work, not college students looking to get fucked up.

It was different.

It was different because the cocktails cost $20 and were served in actual stemware instead of red solo cups. They were evolving. Growing. Cassian was a lawyer now and Rhys was supposed to be doing actual work for his dad’s company so… no more dive bars.

Now they frequented little lounges where accountants and lawyers and bankers sat in tailored suits and discussed… adult things.

It was all very civilized.

And yet here was his brother. Every bit the horny college student they were trying not to be. Oh well, old dogs and all that.

“End of the bar.” Rhys jerked his head to the left and Cassian grinned.

“Might be a little old for you, champ.”

Rhys wrinkled his brow and turned to look at the grandmother doing a crossword puzzle on the far left side of the bar. A martini glass in front of her. Good for grandma.

“Other end of the bar!”

Cassian smirked. He didn’t need to turn his head, since he’s noticed her the second she walked in, but he still did. Just so he could look some more.

“Ah, you mean the deliciously dishevelled leggy brunette with her suit jacket on the chair beside her who just ripped the pins out of her hair like they personally offended her and then laid them in a neat little pile beside her Kobo?

“Mmm,” Rhys grinned, “I’d like her to rip those fingers through my hair.”

Cassian rolled his eyes. “Go for it, brother.”

Rhys grinned wider. “I think I will.” He straightened up, ran a hair through his artfully mussed hair, and pulled on the lapels of his Gucci suit jacket until they were even again.

Cassian snickered into his Old Fashioned. Rhys could straighten his jacket all he wanted. He could pretend he wasn’t drunk all he wanted. It wouldn’t matter one bit.

Not with Nesta Archeron.

Nesta Archeron who hated men that stunk of trust funds and privilege more than anything else in this world.

This would be fun to watch.

Watch her try to ignore him at first. Eyes glued to the page of her book, hand reaching up to wave through the air like Rhys was an annoying fly she could swat away.

Rhys, to his credit, was a clever little bastard. He asked the bartender for a refill of her drink and set it down in front of her then sat himself one stool down from her.

He didn’t move her jacket to sit next to her, which would have had her going feral. He just sat there, waiting.

After a few moments Nesta let out an exacerbated sigh that Cassian could hear from across the room. There was his girl.

Well, not his girl. Not even a little bit his girl, but… someday.

Cassian decided that he was going to Marry Nesta Archeron the first time she kicked his ass up and down a negotiation meeting. It was a couple years ago now. He’d been young and new at his firm. She was young and new too, but the words learning curve were not in Nesta’s vocabulary. Everything she did, she did with perfection.

Including getting rid of men she didn’t want hitting on her.

She said something to his brother that made Rhys’ half drunk, cocky, smile fall halfway down his face.

Cassian would’ve given his left eye to know what she said in that moment. She had a knack for jumping at the jugular and Rhys… oh Rhys. So obvious.

After a few moments and the continual fall of Rhys’ face, Cassian decided it was time to intervene. He knocked his drink back and straightened out his own suit jacket. Armani, still overpriced and designer but not so obvious or try hard as Mr. Up On The Trends with his Gucci. Nesta appreciated classics.

Simple. Clean lines, solid colours, classic. Which was why it was so fun just how attracted she was to his half wild self.

Unlike Rhys, Cassian plucked Nesta’s light grey suit jacket up off the stool beside her and reached over her head to hang it on a coat hook at the end of the bar. Settling himself into the chair beside her like it was exactly where he belonged. Which it was.

She turned around with an indignant shriek and a fire-breathing snarl that narrowed into just a hard glare when she realized it was him. Touching.

“This guy giving you trouble, Nes?”

Rhys choked on his whiskey and Cassian fought his hardest to keep a straight face.

“I so don’t need your saviour complex right now, Cassian.” Nesta scoffed.

“No,” Rhys rolled his eyes. “She was doing perfectly well scaring off everyone in a 10 mile radius all on her own.”

Nesta smiled sweetly, “I was just playing your game.”

Rhys sputtered again. Looked up at his brother. “This devil woman that you apparently already know,” he glared, “is all yours. I’m going home.”

“Be sure to drink plenty of water!” Nesta sing songed after him. Rhys flipped them both off on his way out.

“What’d you say to him?”

Nesta smiled. A pretty, feline little thing. “He said he wanted to chat. Suggested 20 question, which is the lamest, oldest, crustiest line in the book. So I went first. Asked just how small his dick was that he felt the need to overcompensate with the swagger and the gratuitous displays of wealth. He thought he was quite clever to use his question to ask if I wanted to check for myself how not small his dick was and then I asked if his daddy never loved him and that’s where all of that machismo masking painfully obvious and deep seeded feelings of inadequacy and insecurity came from. I was going to offer him my friend’s number before you showed up. She’s an excellent therapist.”

Cassian laughed. Hard. For a very long time. He loved Rhys, but sometimes the kid could use a nice set down. It was always sweeter when delivered by a beautiful woman. Not to mention, Cassian himself had gotten the same ice cold rejection the first time he met Nesta. When he asked if she wanted to get a coffee and she looked at him like something she’d scraped off the bottom of her shoe. That Rhys was chased off so easily just proved he couldn’t take the heat.

“You know the walking trust fund, I presume?” Nesta boredly sipped the drink Rhys had bought her. And even that was somehow amusing.

“Only for the last couple decades or so,” Cassian grinned. “He’s like a brother to me.”

“Explains a lot.”

“Your insults are more impactful when you clarify which person is being insulted.”

“I was going for the two birds one stone method.”

“In that case, consider me wounded, sweetheart.”

Nesta scoffed, “Unfortunately not mortally.”

“Oh Nesta, if I weren’t here you’d die of boredom and you know it. No one else can run you up and down the courtroom like I can.” Now. Cassian grinned as he watched the word flash across her eyes. He’d never live that first blunder down.

Nesta rose an eyebrow. “Bold of you to assume you present any challenge whatsoever.”

Cassian signalled for another drink and leaned forward. “Alright, I’ll bite. Who in this entire city can give you more of a run for your money?”

“Vanserra.” Nesta looked him dead in the eye. And managed to keep a straight face. As if that wasn’t the funniest fucking thing he’d heard all day.

“Oh yes, Nepotism and Nepotism LLP certainly has us all shaking in our boots,” Cassian blew out a breath. “What are you working on now?”

“I’m working on upholding attorney-client privilege.”

“So, the Suncurser merger.”

Nesta looked up. “How did you-”

“Helion and I are old friends. I checked the zoning on the lots he was buying before the merger went ahead to make sure the expansion was even feasible. But, as you know, M&A isn’t my thing. So I may have… given him a referral.”

“Are there any rich playboys in this city that you aren’t friends with?” Nesta finished off her drink and pointedly didn’t signal for another. “And if you think I’m going to be grateful to you for sending this my way you’ve got another thing-“

“Helion is my friend.” Cassian repeated, cutting her off. “He believes in this merger and he wants it done right. You’re the best, Nesta. Why wouldn’t I send him to you?”

“It’s not just to get in my pants?” She narrowed her eyes.

Cassian laughed again. “Oh no, sweetheart. When you invite me into your bed it will have nothing to do with work. It’ll be because you’re tired of denying how much you want me.” Cassian leaned in closer, one hand resting on the back of her chair. “Tired of denying the thrill that shoots through your whole body when we lay into each other. In the court room or out.” His nose brushed against hers, just a little, and Cassian felt Nesta tense up. He smirked, mouth just inches away from hers. “Tired of denying how right this is.”

Nesta’s voice was rough, husky. “So your plan is to wear me down?”

Cassian smirked. “My plan,” his hand came up to stroke the silk covered expanse of her upper arm, “is to marry you, Nesta Archeron. But sure, we can start with wearing you down.”

***Feyre and Nesta look physically similar so you can’t tell me drunk Rhys wouldn’t hit on Nesta in a bar before realizing he’d made a terrible mistake and running away thank you***

Also tags yourself, I’m the grandma doing the crossword puzzle with a martini. She’s an icon and she is the moment.

#nessian #nessian fanfiction #drabbles open #nesta archeron #acosf #cassian #nesta and cassian #a court of thorns and roses #sarah j maas #a court of silver flames #a court of mist and fury #acotar

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

49%

Title: 49% 

Summary: If there’s one thing that Spencer hates more than rejection, it’s spontaneity. But sometimes the things (and people) we love outweigh the things that we hate.  AKA a series of events leading up to a weekend wedding between the BAU’s finest Dr. Spencer Reid and his partner in crime, Y/N. 

Word Count: 1365 

Warnings: none 

Author’s Note: I hope that you enjoy reading this! I really appreciate all of the support and kind words :) 

49%

Spencer Reid is terrified. Nothing could compare for the pure fear that courses through his veins in this moment. Not even the times he’d run into hostage situations without wearing a Kevlar vest or even in the most lonely parts of his life. He figures that he’s terrified because he has so much to lose. Never in his life did he have someone that loves him as much as Y/N does. And that terrifies him. Somehow, when Spencer is with Y/N he’s simultaneously a man numb with love and a little boy shaking with fear. He knows that he should have gotten over this fear of rejection years ago. He knows that Y/N would never intentionally hurt him. He knows that she loves him more than anything. 

So why? Why is he so terrified to ask her to marry him? Logically, there’s no reason for her to say no. They’ve been together for 3 years, which is long enough at their age to enter into an engagement. It’s not like she doesn’t want to get married; he’s seen her Pinterest wedding moodboard. She talks about their children, almost like they're already here. She wants to get married and she wants to have kids, but the question that bounces around in Spencer’s mind is does she want that with him? 

“Next!” the barista calls Spencer forward to the counter to order. 

“Hi, I’ll have an extra large black coffee with 6 Splendas, and uh, a large iced green tea with honey,” Spencer orders, pulling out his credit card to pay for the drinks. Coffee is probably not the wisest choice, but what can Spencer say the heart wants what the heart wants. 

Spencer awkwardly waits for his drinks, trying to ignore the small box that burns a whole in his pocket. He’d bought the ring a couple of months ago, right after a case that both of them almost didn’t come home, or worse almost came home in a casket. 

“Two drinks for Spencer!” a barista from behind the counter calls, telling him that his drinks are ready. Spencer takes a sip of his coffee, the sweet liquid burning his tongue. Taking a look at the time on his watch, Spencer decides that it’s time to head to the park. 

It’s a short walk to the park, but it seems like it’s the longest walk of his life. Maybe if he wasn’t so nervous or terrified, he'd be able to enjoy how beautiful was. Spencer might be a complete ball of nerves, but he’s a romantic at heart. He wants this to be a perfect start to their perfect life. He finds the park bench that he told Y/N to meet him at. He sits there, waiting for her to show up and waiting for their life to start. 

Spencer’s leg bounces up and down. He should have worn a different pair of shoes. These Converse are so old and ratty, he thinks. He thinks he looks ridiculous in his cardigan and corduroy pants, what was he thinking? He can’t actually expect that she’s going to yes to him. 

While his thoughts are occupied by the constant inner commentary of rejection and ridicule, he fails to her the leaves crunch behind him. His vision goes black when his eyes are covered by a pair of familiar feeling hands. Y/N’s laugh gives it away instantly, but Spencer’s constant vigilance does cause him to yelp in a high pitched squeal. 

“Spencer! It’s me honey,” Y/N says, wrapping her arms around his neck and peppering his cheek with quick kisses. It’s the kind of kisses that say “I’m happy to see you” and “You’re the only one I want to see”. It’s at times like these that he doubts his doubts; maybe he can have faith and hope and lean into the romantic side of himself. The side of himself that sees them walking in the park with a baby stroller, playing on the playset with their children, teaching their kids how to drive in the parking lot and sitting on this bench when their backs hurt all the time and their faces have a few more wrinkles.

“I’d know that laugh anywhere, Y/N” Spencer says, watching her move to sit next to him on the bench. 

“Ohh, thanks for the iced tea!” She says, taking a sip of the cold drink. Even though it’s barely winter, Spencer still can’t believe that she can drink iced beverages in any kind of weather below 50 degrees. He nods and kisses her on her cheek, which causes a small giggle to emerge. Spencer is still kind of surprised that his affections can elicit such happy responses from her. 

“So,” Y/N starts. “Why did you leave our house at 7:00 AM and text me to meet you here?” 

“Umm,” Spencer says, the nerves bubbling to the surface. You can do this, Spencer, he thinks. You can do this, she’s not going to say no. She can’t say no. At this moment, Spencer is really wishing he had his passport with him and a getaway car to jump in, just in case Y/N says no.

“Did you know that only 3% of weddings happen in a courthouse?” Y/N asks at a completely stunned Spencer. 

“Yeah,” Spencer says timidly, not entirely sure where this is panning out, but grateful to listen to his girlfriend. It beats the alternative, him saying something stupid and her laughing at him; him fleeing the state and ending up a magician in a Las Vegas casino. 

“Yes, courthouse weddings are a great alternative, they’re affordable and efficient for couples who just want to get married without all that fuss,” Y/N adds, looking at Spencer. 

She’s profiling you, Spencer thinks. Don’t make eye contact. He knows (and she knows) that the moment he looks into her eyes, he’s done for. Las Vegas here he comes….

“And 51% of marriages end in divorce,” Spencer tells her, before he can even think about what he’s saying. Great he thinks, the day that he’s supposed to propose to her, he’s talking about divorce statistics. 

“You know that I failed statistics in college, Spence?” Y/N asks him. 

“I think I remember you mentioning that,” Spencer says, now thoroughly confused as to where this is going. 

“I have an evil plan to seek revenge against statistics, so I think that it’s my life mission to prove them wrong,” Y/N finishes, pulling something out from her bag. 

Spencer can feel his heart beating in his chest. He’s even more terrified than he was before. Suddenly all those songs that Y/N made him dance to late in the middle of the night make complete sense. 

“But, I also think that it’s my life mission to spend the rest of my life with you, Spence. So, I know that it’s not alway the case for the girl to propose marriage, but I think that you deserve someone to propose to you,” Y/N says, very quickly. 

Spencer sits there on the bench with Y/N sitting right next to him, utterly speechless. Did she just….

“You want to marry me?” Spencer says, dumbly. 

“Of course I do, Spencer! Give me your hand, I got you an engagement ring and-”

Spencer, suddenly fearless, cups her face in his hands, effectively making her quiet. He works on the surge of confidence, leaning in and kisses Y/N on the lips. It’s like he’s kissing her for the first time in his life. It’s like his first kiss ever, but it’s the first kiss of all the kisses of the rest of their life. 

“So I’ll take that as a yes,” Y/N says, breaking apart from Spencer. 

Spencer lets out a laugh, completely forgetting why on Earth he was so scared to propose. 

“So you’re not the only one who had this idea, Y/N” Spencer tells her, reaching into his cardigan pocket. He hands her the velvet box and reveals the vintage ring that he picked out from the second hand jewelry store. 

“Spencer? Is this why you told me to come here? Oh God, I ruined your proposal!” Y/N says, embarrassed that she messed with Spencer’s plans, knowing how nervous he can get. 

“On the contrary Y/N, I’m sure that this is the best possible proposal,” Spencer tells her, as she lays her head against his shoulder. 

“Spencer,” Y/N says, suddenly serious. 

“Yes, fiance?” Spencer teases. 

“How would you like to be in the 3% of marriages? Like as soon as possible. Like tomorrow? I don’t think I can wait another second not being married to you,” she confesses. 

“As long as we’re in the 49%, I’ll do anything you want.” 

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x reader fluff #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fic #criminal minds fic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid deserved a happy ending #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds self insert #criminal minds #spencer reid x y/n fluff #spencer reid gets a happy ending #mgg

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First Date with the Vets - Erwin

Big shoutout to @chaotic-nick for making this lovely banner for me!

Overall Summary: I had this idea to do a first date with the vets and what it would be like. I am including Erwin, Levi, Miche, and Hange in this list. Each date will be different, but all of them will be set in modern au.

Check out Miche’s story here, Levi’s story here, and Hange’s story here

Pairing: Erwin x Fem!Reader

Content: Nearly all fluff

Word Count: ~ 6,100

Summary: Reader is on her way home to get ready for her blind date when she runs into a handsome stranger on her way home. On her way up to her apartment to get ready, the elevator breaks down with her and the handsome stranger stuck inside.

You were a little over a block from home, nearly running with your small bag from the convenience store clutched tightly in your hand. You hated running late. It didn’t really matter what the scheduled engagement was, you made it a point to always be the first one to show up. Today’s engagement was no different, but leave it to you to rip a hole in your pantyhose as you were getting dressed.

Your best friend, Fen, had set you up on a blind date with one of her co-workers. You hated blind dates, not to mention Fen had terrible taste in men. She had been begging you to at least meet him for a couple months now, but you kept finding reasons not to. The last time she asked, you ran out of reasons. So here you were, running back home ten minutes before he was supposed to arrive. With any luck, he will be as terrible as you expect and show up late, maybe not at all.

You turned down an alleyway, trying to save time by cutting through the side streets and picked up speed seeing your apartment building up ahead. The shortcut was quickly turning out to be a bad idea. There was only one streetlight all the way at the end and you couldn’t see anything, especially the puddle you barely missed, splashing dirty water on your leg. Perfect.

You rounded the corner quickly, ready with your key in your hand to unlock the lobby entrance when you slammed into the back of a large body standing in front of the door. Pushed back by the impact, you dropped your keys and bag on the floor, the cheap convenience store pantyhose rolling to the feet of the person you slammed into.

“Oh gosh. I’m sorry.” You reached down to pick up your stuff when the hand of the person reached it before you. A very large, strong hand with perfectly manicured fingers wrapped around the small plastic case of your pantyhose, holding it up to you.

Your eyes followed up his long arms. You could see how well-built he was even through the brown suit jacket he wore over a white button-down shirt, the top buttons undone so you could see the top of his strong chest. He had to be at least 6’2. Tall and broad.

“It’s my fault.” His ocean-blue eyes sparkled as his lips curled into a smile revealing his bright, white and honestly, dazzling smile. You almost giggled at the sight of him. “I shouldn’t make a habit of lurking in doorways.”

“It’s—uh, it’s not a problem.” You smiled, your eyes locked with his while you fumbled with your keys. Any other night. Any other night you could have stayed and chatted with this handsome stranger. But instead you had to race upstairs to finish getting ready. Your miserable Friday night was getting worse.

You finally fit your key into the keyhole and got the door unlocked, pushing it open. The handsome stranger helped you, holding it open and holding his hand to his stomach as he gestured you through. Damn, he even smelled good.

You moved quickly to the elevator, pushing the call button and trying not to focus on the handsome stranger following closely behind you.

“If you’re going to anything lower than the fifth floor, you might as well take the stairs,” you recommended, looking up to him, “this elevator takes so long, you could probably get there faster by walking.”

“I appreciate that information.” He smiled, pulling out his phone and clicking quickly, scrolling through. You used the opportunity to look at how you looked through the elevator doors.

What a hot mess you were in that moment. Your hair was a mess, your face red and sweaty, the bulky man’s coat you grabbed quickly on your way out the door hung on you like your dad’s t-shirt when you a child. The only redeeming thing about your look was your skirt. You had just bought the camel pencil skirt you were wearing a couple days ago, finding the high-slit a bit too sexy for your office, but it worked perfectly for a date night. The bottom hem shared the same dark stain from the rainwater as your legs and shoes did.

You sighed. Your shoes. You had on some old sneakers, knowing you needed to make the quick run to the store. It could have been that cute sexy-casual look if your shoes had still been white. Now they were brown and grey and smelled like a wet dog. Any chance you had in imagining this Greek god standing next to you would give you a second look were thrown out the window.

You could now see how well he was dressed. He had that dark academia look about him that made you weak. His slim-fit tweed herringbone pants accentuated the length of his legs and somehow made him look even taller, his blonde hair perfectly parted and smoothed back. He looked up from his phone and put it in his pocket.

“Looks like I’ll be taking the elevator with you.” He turned to look at you. “If you don’t mind the company.”

“Of course not.” You smiled back, biting your lip to hide your excitement. Maybe the night would be picking up after all.

The elevator dinged and the doors creaked open shakily. He held his arm out again, gesturing you inside first. It was honestly a bit unfair at how much of a gentleman he was. You dipped your head down and scurried in to hold the doors for him.

He stepped in after you and you pressed the close-door button, followed by eight, your floor. Turning to him, you noticed him staring at the buttons and asked which floor he needed.

“Eight as well.” He put his arms behind his back, and looked back at the door. You turned to face the door, mirroring him as you thought about which lucky woman on your floor was getting a visit from him. Possibly lucky man? Either way, someone was going to be having a great Friday night.

You filled your cheeks with air, puffing them up as you tried not to let yourself glance at him through the elevator doors. The building was old, the elevators dark, but it really was only the two of you and you were sure it seemed pretty obvious that you were staring.

Your eyes moved up to the numbers indicating which floor you were passing. Still only at the third floor, you let yourself peek at him from the corner of your eyes then turned your whole head when you thought he was staring at you. It turned out, he was only staring at the numbers and he quickly turned his eyes to you when he saw you turn to look at him. Damn it, you did that uncomfortable thing. You smiled and hoped that you seemed friendly and not creepy and stalker-like.

“You were quite right about the speed of the elevator.” He chuckled, a low hum that vibrated off the walls. “It’s exceptionally slow.”

You looked back at him, his teeth gleaming even in the darkness of the elevator. Was he trying to make small talk? You smiled to yourself at the attempt, assuming that’s what it was.

“It’s a pretty old buil—” The elevator slammed to a halt and cut your sentence short, both of you falling back. You reached for the rail next to you to brace yourself. The elevator lights flickered before turning off, seconds passing before the emergency lights came on.

“I take it that’s not supposed to happen.” You turned to him and shook your head.

“This is not happening.” You said aloud, more to yourself than anything. You were already running late and now this? You moved to the elevator buttons and started pushing them randomly, knowing they wouldn’t work, but hoping that your frustration was enough to get it started.

“I’m not getting a signal.” The man was holding his cell phone up in the air, trying to get a signal. “Do you want to try yours?”

You nodded and pulled out your cell phone. No bars. You tried holding it up, not reaching nearly as high as he was able to and finally trying to jump a little, trying to catch the reception you hoped sat at the ceiling. The man just stood there smiling at you until you finally noticed and you quickly turned away to hide your embarrassment.

“Maybe the phone here.” You opened the phone box to check inside only to find it empty and you dropped your head. “Damn it.”

This was even worse than how you had already thought your night was going to go. You checked your phone. You were definitely late now. Not only late, you were trapped in an elevator with no way of alerting someone that you were even there at all. Maybe Fen was right. Maybe you should have spent more money to move to a newer apartment building. You loved your little block though. Your apartment may have been old, but it was cute and had character. It was quiet on the weekends and it made the commute to work so much shorter than where you used to live. A cute apartment wasn’t helping you then though.

You heard a small sigh come from behind you and you turned around to see the man sitting on the floor. You didn’t think you were giving him any sort of look, but he stared at you for a second and then jumped up.

“My apologies.” He stuck his hand forward towards you. “My name is Erwin.”

“Y/N.” You took his hand which was surprisingly soft and gentle for someone his size.

“Y/N.” Erwin repeated. “Well we might as well get comfortable. I imagine someone will figure out the elevator stopped running soon enough.”

He sat back down on the floor, stretching his long legs out in front of him and crossing one foot over the other. He set his hand down on the area next to him and looked up at you.

“Would you like to join me?” He smiled and there was no way you were saying no to that.

One hour passed by remarkably fast. The two of you sat on the elevator floor and chatted about your jobs and where you grew up. At some point, both of your stomachs were growling and you opened up your big purse, pulling out some water and snacks. Erwin’s thick eyebrows lifted as you continued pulling out exactly what was needed.

“I like to come prepared.” You smiled shyly, hoping he wasn’t judging you.

“What else do you have in that magical bag of yours?” He scooted closer and you pulled out a bouncy ball, an old bus pass, your work keycard and a folded piece of paper. Erwin took the ball and the paper, opening it up and reading.

“Thirty-six questions to fall in love.” He held it up. “This is something you need to have with you at all times?”

“My friend gave me that.” You both laughed and you tried to grab it, but he pulled it away quickly.

“A friend, huh?” His eyes scanned over the first couple questions then looked at you. “I might be interested in asking you some of these questions.”

“Me?” Your eyes went wide. Why would he want to ask you any of those questions? You had to admit, you hadn’t actually read any of them when Fen gave you the paper, but if it’s about falling in love, you were sure the questions were about marriage and children. Why would Erwin want to ask any of those?

“I am a bit short on other participants.” He gestured around to the empty elevator. “Even so. You seem like you have a lot going on in your head.”

You looked up at him. This night was already a bust, stuck in an elevator with a stranger, albeit an incredibly handsome stranger, but a stranger nonetheless. Why not reveal all of your insecurities, past boyfriends, career failures and whatever other strange questions that paper had.

You turned your body to face him, lifting your legs until you were sitting cross-legged and placed your hands on your knees.

“Fine.” You took a deep breath. “Let’s do it.”

The rules were simple. You each ask each other a question, alternating who asks and who answers until all the questions are asked an answered. It was important they are done in order because they get increasingly more personal. After all questions were answered, you and your partner are to stare into each other’s eyes for four minutes.

You couldn’t even say that was easier said than done because it really didn’t even seem all that easy just saying it. Four minutes? You’ve never looked into anyone’s eyes for longer than a couple seconds. This doesn’t even touch on the fact that these questions were going to get more personal as you moved. The only thing that made this even remotely worth it was knowing every question you had to answer, Erwin had to answer the same one and you would be lying if that wasn’t exciting you.

…..

“Number three. Before making a telephone call, do you ever rehearse what you are going to say? Why?” Erwin set the list down in between you as you thought about the question. It didn’t really require that much thought honestly. You were a highly anxious person.

“Yes.” You nodded once and smiled. Erwin waited for you to keep going, but you just stared at him and then remembered. “Oh right! I ask the next one.”

You picked up the paper and Erwin took it from you, holding it above him and laughing at you as you let confusion spread across your face.

“It’s expected you also answer why.” He explained. “The idea is to get to know each other.”

“Yes, but I thought the reasoning was obvious.” You pointed out.

“Not to me.” He lowered his hand, setting the paper down as he watched you fiddle with your fingers.

“I find it almost necessary to practice it. Otherwise I’ll stumble over my words and get confused.” You admitted, shifting uncomfortably. You looked up and smiled, trying to pretend you weren’t as uneasy as you looked. “I bet you don’t have to do that.”

“I think we each have our own insecurities.” His smile was so understanding it had you biting your lip and looking down quickly, heat rushing to your cheeks. “I appreciate you sharing your answer.”

…..

“Number eight.” You paused as you read the question to yourself, a small gust of worry running through you. This definitely meant he was going to look at you. “Name three things you and your partner appear to have in common.”

You cleared your throat, keeping your eyes down on the paper, trying your best not show how uncomfortable it was going to be to have him staring at you. You could already feel his gaze. Was he looking at the dirt on your legs and skirt? Was he critiquing how messy your hair was or how your shirt didn’t match the rest of what you were wearing? Maybe he was judging your feet and your choice of socks. You looked down, making sure you did, in fact, shave your legs.

You couldn’t handle it anymore. You let your eyes slowly look up at him, meeting his stare. He was sitting cross-legged, his chin resting on his fist which was propped up on his knee, the smile on his face had a flush of warmth rushing to your cheeks and swirling in your chest.

“To start, I think we both care quite a bit about how we’re perceived by others.” He leaned back on his arms, straightening his legs out, his left leg brushing against yours and you shivered at the warmth. “We have a similar sense of fashion. I also have that same coat.”

He pointed to your jacket laying on the floor and you looked over at it, taking the moment to look away from him and gather yourself. He was quiet and you wondered if maybe he didn’t realize that was only two things in common. You turned to look at him.

“You’re supposed to name three.” You reminded him, looking at him with your eyebrows together. He smiled.

“I would stake a guess that we’re both big rule followers.”

…..

“Alright. Number thirteen. If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know?” He set the paper down in front of you, going back to resting his chin on his fist, a position you were beginning to realize was his go-to.

“Hmm…” You thought about it. There was no way you would ever want to know your future. You did that once at a carnival and you had anxiety for the next year over it. “I guess I would want to know the truth about myself.”

“What about yourself?”

“I think I would ask if I was a good person.” You nodded slowly. “Yeah, I would want to know if I am a good person.”

“Are you?”

“Am I what?”

“A good person.” He laughed.

“That’s what I would ask. I don’t know.”

“Well what is a good person?” He sat up straight. “To you. Your definition.”

“To me?” You were fiddling with your fingers again, a nervous habit that you often did when you were feeling eyes on you. “I guess someone who tries their best to be helpful and kind to everyone equally.”

“I think that’s a fair definition.” He nodded and you picked up the paper. “Do you do those things?”

“The things I listed?” You knew what he was getting at. He nodded. “Yeah.”

“So you have a definition of what a good person is and you’re already doing those things. Why do you need to ask a crystal ball if you’re a good person?”

“For confirmation?” You honestly had no idea. Why did you want to ask that? Erwin had a point. “I guess I don’t feelgood enough?”

“But if a crystal ball told you it was enough, you would believe it?” It all sounded so good in your head, but when you put it out there and he repeated it, it sounded like something a child would say.

“I guess it sounds kind of dumb when it’s said like that.” You laughed uncomfortably.

“Oh, no. I’m so sorry.” He put his hand on yours and you shivered at the warmth and looked up. His eyes looked so concerned.

“No, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad for saying it. I just realized it sounded bad out loud.” You both laughed at your apologies. Erwin rested his chin back on his fist.

“I was just trying to say that if something as simple as a crystal ball was enough for you to believe you were a good person, would you believe me if I told you?”

“This is only number thirteen.” You smiled. “Are you sure you know me well enough?”

…..

“Fifteen. What is the greatest accomplishment of your life?” You put the paper down in between you both, the space that was beginning to grow smaller as you each moved closer together.

You were both getting increasingly more comfortable with each other as the questions got deeper and more personal. You had removed your shoes, scooting closer to Erwin while he took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, moving closer to you.

Erwin looked up, thinking about the question. You’ve been enjoying the questions more as they went on, making Erwin think a bit more each time before answering. It gave you time to admire his face, his perfect bone structure, his incredible blue eyes, and the way he liked to tap his finger on his lip when he thought about things.

“I want to say deciding my career path.” He looked at you and it made you smile. “I thought I would… I was expected tofollow in my father’s footsteps and become a teacher, but I chose my own path. I’m happy with that.”

“What do you like about your current job?” You asked him.

“I like my job because it gives me the freedom to continue things I have interest in, like teaching kids about finance.”

“Wait.” You held your hand up. “You are proud of not following your father and being a teacher so that you could get a job in finance just so you could teach kids finance?”

“It certainly sounds silly when you say it like that.” You both laughed.

…..

“Twenty-nine. Share with your partner an embarrassing moment in your life.” You put your hand out and Erwin took an M&M from it, tossing it in the air and you caught it in your mouth, the only way you were allowed to eat them then, a rule you made around question twenty.

“Okay, I have it.” Erwin chewed his M&M you tossed him and continued. “When I was interviewing for my current position, I had never been to the building before that so I wasn’t familiar with it. The whole building is, in essence, a big glass box. It’s all windows, even the doors just look like large windows, but not the tinted ones. These are the completely clean and nearly invisible windows. As I made my way up the steps, I thought it was an open floorplan without any doors, so I just walked forward and stepped straight into the glass.”

You threw your head back with laughter and quickly tried to cover your mouth so he wouldn’t feel bad, snorting into your palm. Erwin smiled at you, his hand brushing over your waist before dropping to the ground.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized. “That’s a very understandable mistake. Honestly. It’s not so bad.”

“Yes, well.” He continued, a small smile on his face. “I also did it on my way out the building after the interview.”

You were roaring with laughter now. You tried your best to cover your mouth, but even your eyes were watering. You put your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself, but dropped your face there until you could calm yourself down enough.

“I’m sorry. Really. I shouldn’t be laughing at you for that.”

“It’s quite alright.” He bit his bottom lip before quickly smiling. “It’s worth it to see you smile.”

…..

“Question thirty-one. Tell your partner something that you like about them already.” Erwin set the paper down. It was quite amazing actually. You had only been in the elevator for a couple hours. You’ve only known Erwin for a couple hours. Looking at the way he set the paper down, how he was holding his face, barely looking away from you, slowly sitting back against the wall, his hands rubbing over his thighs to wipe the nervous sweat from his palms, he was uneasy. You could see it. Even knowing him for such a short time, you could already tell what he looked like when he was nervous. Thinking about it made the corner of your mouth turn up in a small smile.

You had a feeling he would expect the obvious things. He was a gentleman, he was honest, he was kind, he spoke well. You wanted to give him something to make his eyes shoot up to meet yours and to make a small smile grow on his face.

“I like that you helped take this really terrible situation on an already crappy Friday night and made me have the most fun I’ve had in a long time.” His eyes shot up to look at you, a small smile growing on his face. Bingo.

…..

You laughed, blowing air from your mouth as you tried to hold it in, giving up and throwing your head back with a loud laugh. Erwin was smiling at you, his cheeks coloring pink as he absentmindedly slid his hands over your waist.

It was too embarrassing, too cringy, too intimate for someone you just met and you were sure even if you knew each other well, it would be just as awkward. You managed to calm yourself down enough, still letting out puffs of air and giggling every time the discomfort crossed your mind.

“Let’s try again.” Erwin spoke softly, shaking your hips a little as he smiled.

“It wasn’t embarrassing enough that you want to do it again?” Your eyes went wide.

“I just shared thirty-six highly personal pieces of information about myself. What’s four minutes of looking into eyes as beautiful as yours?”

Your jaw dropped open, bottom lip moving up and down as you searched for something to say. He was flirting, that was definitely flirting. The idea of a man like this flirting with you left you a bit speechless. You finally just sank back, smiling shyly as you looked at your hands.

“We don’t have to.” He leaned his head to the side to look at your face. “I apologize if I’ve made you uncomfortable.”

“No, it’s okay.” You looked up at him. The idea of a man like him flirting with you might be unbelievable, but this whole situation was a bit unbelievable and while you were living in a dream, you might as well really live in it. “Let’s try again.”

He smiled and it melted your insides. You weren’t a confident person naturally. There were a handful of things you could confidently say you didn’t overthink, but the majority of the time, you were always second guessing everything you did, every decision you made. So when you decided to sit yourself on his legs in front of him, hands resting on either side of his thighs, you were just as surprised as he was, his blue eyes peering into yours as his eyebrows dropped and he let out an exhale.

“Start the timer,” you instructed. He didn’t even look down at his phone as he started the four-minute timer from zero. He dropped a quick glance down to your lips and brought his eyes back to yours, a small smile played on his lips.

You weren’t brazen enough to sit on his thighs, your butt rested comfortable on his shins and your upper body leaned forward towards him, but the new shift in position gave you a confidence you didn’t have a moment before.

His phone let out one small beep and you smiled. One minute had passed. You held his gaze, noticing him licking his lips, his tongue fliting out and the tiniest lip bite before he rested his lips in a smile. You shifted in your spot and his hands inched their way to yours. His first finger getting there first, wrapping itself around your pinky and you smiled, encouragement to have the rest of his hand follow.

A second beep from his phone and he rubbed his hand gently up and back down your forearm. You sat yourself a bit closer, lifting yourself off his legs and slowly scooting forward until your butt rested on the cushy muscles of his thighs. His hands connected with yours until they slipped free and rested on your waist, sliding back and roughly grabbing the extra meat of your hips. He blinked slowly, licking his lips and you felt like your heart would beat out of your chest. He raised his knees, sliding your body down his thighs and pushing you up against his chest, your faces barely an inch apart.

You couldn’t help but smile at him and he brushed your hair from your face, his hand cupping your jaw while his other hand brought your body even closer to him. His eyes moved to your lips, looking away from your eyes for the first time since the four minutes started.

You rested your palms on his chest, feeling just how firm, yet soft it was before letting yourself lean in to press your lips tenderly to his. It was like electricity shooting through your body at the contact and your hands quickly moved to the back of his head, pulling him in. He must have felt the same way because his hands slid up your back to keep you in his lap and resting against him.

You moved your lips slightly against his and he opened his mouth, teasing your lips with his tongue until you opened your mouth. He didn’t push his way in, his tongue waited for yours to meet him halfway before he started exploring the cavern of your mouth. You panted against his mouth. You were amazed that he still tasted like minty toothpaste, even after all the snacks you both ate and you wondered if your breath had any remnants of anything fresh, but the pull of his hands to bring you closer had you thinking it couldn’t be that bad.

His hand slid lower down your back, the touch giving you chills. He timidly ran over your hips, and moved back up, settling on your waist. You slid towards him a bit, your hips barely lifting up before resting back in his lap and he groaned, a deep rumble that echoed off the walls of the elevator and vibrated through to your own chest.

You smiled. Your lips pulling away from his, but your hands remained in his hair, brushing through the blond locks now entirely out of place. He sighed, looking at where his hands were resting on your hips. He moved one of those hands to your cheek and leaned back in to kiss you as the four-minute alarm on his phone sounded and you both jumped, laughing quietly.

He turned back to you and continued leaning in, his hand moving to behind your head as his lips reached yours.

“Hey! Is there someone in there?” Someone called from outside the elevator. Your eyes widened and you stood up.

“Hello? Yes! We’re stuck!” You called through the doors, hoping your voice was loud enough. You turned back to Erwin, grinning with excitement and he stood up, fixing his shirt sleeves and moving behind you.

“Alright! We got a guy who can open up these doors.” The man called from outside.

You stepped back, directly into Erwin’s arms and he held your shoulders. The contact with him made you turn around to look at him. He had his suit jacket back on and you remembered your shoes. The man that was outside started prying open the doors and you grabbed your shoes, sliding them on and picking up the things from your purse that were scattered along the ground.

In the corner of the elevator was the small plastic capsule of your pantyhose and for a moment, you froze. In the time you were stuck in there with Erwin, for a short amount of time you had completely forgotten about your blind date. The man probably waited for hours only to hear nothing back from you. Guilt was starting to settle in. Even if you didn’t want to go on the date in the first place, you weren’t the kind of person to just leave someone hanging like that. And the whole time you were in here enjoying yourself with Erwin. Well, you may have been trapped, but knowing you were having fun with someone else made your stomach fill with shame.

You stood up, having collected all your things and faced the elevator doors. Your mood shifting entirely from only moments before. Erwin had grabbed his things and put his shoes back on. You could see light coming from the slowly growing crack in the elevator doors and you squinted a bit as your eyes adjusted. Erwin moved closer to you, his arm pressing against yours as he leaned in.

“Y/N, I…” You looked up to him.

“Alright, that’s it. You guys can come through.” The man told. Erwin pressed his lips together in a smile.

“After you.” He gestured. You stepped through the elevator doors onto the landing of the sixth floor.

You only had a couple floors to walk up and while you could have done it alone, it was nice walking with him. That is, until the realization hit that you were only going to be walking with him for a couple short flights of stairs, after which, you will say your good-byes and most likely never see each other again.

There really wasn’t any way this man wanted to see you more than the forced three hours he just had to endure. You sighed to yourself. That thought coupled with the mixture of guilt for your blind date was enough for this Friday night. When you made it to your floor, you opened the stairwell door, made sure to hold it for him and quickly hurried to your apartment and unlocked the door.

You rushed inside, closing the door behind you and resting your head against the door. That was fun, but there was no way it was going further. Your date may have been cancelled at this point, but Erwin still had time for whatever rendezvous he had planned. Just the thought of you kissing him without knowing anything about who he was coming to see was making you cringe.

Beyond that, there was the notion that your kiss would lead to something and that was embarrassing enough. You didn’t need to stick around after that. To think that anything else would come of it was a lot of pressure and expectations on him just to fulfill your little girl fantasy. You both got caught up in the moment and that was it. There was nothing else to it. You took a deep breath and set your bag on the floor.

Walking to your dining room table, you pulled out your phone to call your friend. You may not have wanted to go on that blind date at all, but forcing the poor schmuck to wait hours for you without even a text was unfair.

As you unlocked the screen, you saw twelve unread messages from Fen and quickly looked through them.

[6:30pm I just spoke with him. He’s on his way to your place now.]

[6:38pm I guess I forgot to mention how punctual he is.]

[6:38pm A lot better than me, right? XD]

[6:45pm What are you going to wear?]

[6:50pm You’re so lucky you have a friend like me to set you up on dates for a Friday night.]

[6:51pm He just texted me. He’s at your place]

[6:51pm Why aren’t you answering your bell??]

[6:52pm You’re not standing him up, right? Please, he’s so cute!]

[6:54pm Someone let him in. I told him your apartment number. You better let him in!]

[7:15pm I haven’t heard from him so you must be out. Why aren’t you texting me??]

[7:16pm I guess that must mean you’re having a great time!]

[7:24pm I just ate a whole pack of Oreos.]

Your heart was racing. Someone let him in? You checked the time of the message. Someone let him in around the time you were letting Erwin into the lobby. Your jaw dropped, your mind hurrying through your thoughts.

You didn’t have time to think about it because your doorbell rang and your head shot up from your phone as your heart nearly leapt from your chest. Hesitantly, you set your phone down on the table, letting your mind believe what you were hoping was true. Before you could overthink it, you walked to the door, unlocking it and turning the knob, taking a deep breath before pulling the door open.

Erwin stood there, his jacket back on, shirt straightened and hair back in place.

“I—uh… it looks like I’m your date for tonight.” He smiled nervously at you, his phone in his hands with Fen’s name on the screen. “If you’re still interested, I would very much like to accompany you to dinner.”

You were still interested. You were more than still interested. What were the chances that the man you enjoyed so much time with stuck in an elevator was the date you were supposed to meet all along? You made a mental note to thank Fen because, for once, she was spot on with this match. You smiled broadly and pretended to think about it, playfully tapping your finger to your lips in the same way he did when he thought.

“How do you feel about having dinner at my place?” You stepped back a bit, opening the door wider.

“I think I’d like that very much.” He stepped inside and you closed the door.

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Person A and Person B are friends and neither of them have a date for Valentine’s Day, so they decide to order takeout of some kind and watch a movie together. At some point, hidden feelings are revealed. umm elorcan, obvi, because i am nothing if not predictable 🤪

isa... babe... i swear i actually did start writing this around Valentine's day... but... i am CLEARLY a mess.... please accept my VERY late elorcan present 😳

Valentine's Day Confessions

a/n: surprise i am alive ;)

Elide cursed as she grabbed the steaming hot popcorn bag from the microwave. The decadent buttery scent filled her cozy apartment as she poured it into her favorite mixing bowl. She was about to pour in the m&m’s when she remembered who exactly was joining her tonight - Lorcan. And her friend was not a fan of chocolate. If you asked her, the man simply had no taste.

It was Valentine’s Day and the pair had decided to have a singles awareness celebration. Since their entire friend group was filled with couples they were each other’s only source of company on this dreaded day. Truthfully, Elide despised Valentine’s day. Seeing countless couple posts on Instagram and stupid lovey-dovey shit everywhere only made her more bitter. She hadn’t had a boyfriend in a long time - too long. If she was being honest, she had always thought Lorcan would make a move on her one day. Though at this point, it had been years of banter and flirting with absolutely nothing else, so she had pretty much lost all hope. She would just have to accept that she would forever be in the friend zone, but of course, that was easier said than done.

She settled into the couch with her favorite stuffed animal when the doorbell rang. Lorcan, she assumed.

“It’s open,” she called.

“Elide, I could have been a killer,” Lorcan chastised as he took off his leather jacket and shoes at the front.”

“What killer rings the doorbell?” she shot back.

“Ok fair point,” he said, quickly settling down next to her.

“What do you wanna watch?” she asked, turning to Netflix.

Lorcan shrugged, “Your house your rules El.”

“Lorcan,” she grumbled. “You know I’m too indecisive for this.”

He had the audacity to laugh at her misery, “I know, but it’s funny watching you struggle.”

“I already know no romance movies. I’ve already seen enough lovey Snapchat stories to last a lifetime.”

“Agreed. Did you see all the shit Rowan and Aelin have been posting?” Lorcan asked with a laugh.

Elide laughed too. “Can’t be worse than Lysandra and Aedion.”

Maybe they were just cynical because they were both single, but at the moment Elide didn’t care. It was fun to joke around with Lorcan.

“Let’s watch an action movie then,” Lorcan suggested.

“John wick?” Elide asked, already clicking play.

Lorcan smiled, “Sounds like a plan.”

The movie had barely begun before Lorcan was shifting his massive frame to lay down, placing his head on Elide’s lap.

"Lorcan," she groaned. “You’re heavy as fuck.”

He mockingly gasped, “I’ll have you know I’m on a diet Elide Lochan.”

“It’s your absurd height, stupid,” she whacked him, but he was laughing the whole time.

“You’re warm,” Lorcan whined, sounding much like the five-year-olds that Elide taught every day.

“I have blankets right over there,” she said, gesturing to the basket overflowing with various throws.

Lorcan only stretched his legs out and adjusted himself on her lap. “If you don’t get up I’m gonna sit over there,” she said motioning to the new armchair she recently bought.

“When did you get that?” he asked, finally speaking.

“A few days ago because you literally take up the whole couch when we hang out.” She actually got it for decoration, but bantering with Lorcan was entertaining.

“You’re dramatic Lochan.”

“I’m dramatic?” Elide asked, as she stood. “I’ll show you dramatic.”

She walked to the armchair and plopped down crossing her arms and legs.

She was about to add another dramatic remark, but before she could she felt the chair give way. Suddenly, she was on the floor.

“Ouch,” she mumbled, once she registered the pain she felt on her ass.

“Elide, are you okay?” Lorcan asked, making his way over.

“Yeah I’m fine,” she muttered. “But I am never buying Ikea furniture again.”

In all honesty, it was probably her faulty building skills, but she was not going to admit that at the moment.

She tried to stand but pain shot up her ankle. She had landed on it weirdly, due to her dramatic crossed leg position.

“Wait for me Lochan,” Lorcan said as he carefully picked her up bridal style from the ruins of what once was her armchair.

“I could’ve walked,” she said softly against his chest.

That made Lorcan chuckle. “You were barely standing, El. You would have hobbled at best,” he said gently, placing her on the couch. "Let me get some ice. Your ankle already looks pretty swollen."

“I think it's just aggravated. Old wound,” she tried to say it with a smile, but it probably looked more like a grimace.

Lorcan’s eyes softened in understanding. “Ice won’t hurt though.”

Elide nodded and Lorcan took to the kitchen freezer in search of ice. He returned moments later with a bag of frozen peas wrapped haphazardly in a paper towel. He helped situate her ankle on a pillow so it was elevated and gingerly placed the bag on top.

“Shit that’s cold,” Elide couldn’t help but hiss.

Lorcan laughed softly and Elide smiled. Lorcan’s laugh was one of her favorite sounds. It was rare to see him smile and laugh openly when they were with their other friends, but when it was just them she saw it more often. She liked to think that it was because he was comfortable enough with her to show the real Lorcan.

“That’s the point, Lochan.”

“Get us some drinks, Salveterre,” she chuckled. “There is no better medicine than alcohol.”

“Whatever you say, boss,”

“I have a bottle of wine on the top shelf,” Elide called when she heard Lorcan rustling around.

“Got it,” Lorcan said, returning with a cup of wine. A cup.

“I was too lazy to find the glass,” he said in response to the look she gave him.

Elide stuck her tongue out at him before accepting the cup. “Let’s drink every time Keanu Reeves shoots someone,” she suggested.

“Elide, I think you would throw up if we did that.”

Elide rolled her eyes, “I’m not as much of a lightweight as I was in college, Lorcan.”

He raised a brow at her statement. “We’ll see about that."

As he expected, it had barely been 20 minutes, and Elide was already a giggling mess.

It only took 10 more for her head to fall on Lorcan’s shoulder.

And after another 10 minutes, Elide was onto the honesty.

She had hung out with Lorcan one on one many times, but nothing as intimate as a movie night on Valentine’s day where they were practically cuddling.

“Ok Salveterre truth or dare,” Elide slurred, turning to look at him.

“Elide the movie isn’t over yet,” he said pointing to the screen.

Elide gave him a look and paused the movie, “I’m too drunk to pay attention, plus we’ve watched this movie like five times,”

“Fine,” He laughed, giving in, “I say dare.”

“I dare you,” she said, poking him in the chest, “To kiss me.”

Lorcan almost spit out his wine. “Elide, you are way too drunk to be saying things like that.”

“I’m serious,” she said, setting her wine cup down for emphasis.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day I met you, but you clearly only want to be friends.”

“Elide -”

“I know I’m not your type,” she said, her eyes dropping to the floor. “It’s fine, we can forget about this and blame it on the alcohol. It doesn’t have to be weird between us.”

She felt his hands on her chin, tilting it so they made eye contact.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day I met you too. Elide Lochan, you are smart, kind, and pretty much out of my league in every single way. ”

She felt her cheeks flush at his admission. “Please just kiss me already, Salvettere.”

Without another word, his lips were on hers. Soft and sweet, a perfect first kiss, but she wanted more. She kissed him harder and opened her mouth. He took the hint, his tongue sweeping into her mouth. He pulled her closer, her heart was beating wildly against his.

Elide shifted so she was straddling his lap. She grinded against him and let herself get lost in the way he felt. The way he made her feel.

Lorcan shifted slightly as if he was going to lay her down. It would have been perfect, but Elide’s ankle turned too quick and she grimaced, breaking the kiss for a moment, but that’s all it took for Lorcan to pull back.

“Shit. Sorry, Lochan. I forgot about your ankle.”

“No I’m fine,” she panted breathlessly, trying to pull him back in.

“Maybe we should stop for tonight,” he said, brushing the hair from her eyes.

Elide grumbled, “stupid cock blocking ankle.”

Lorcan laughed again. “I can get you set up in your bed before I head out.”

Elide couldn’t help the pout, “Stay please?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his chest.

He smiled softly. “Anything for you, El.”

They readjusted on the couch so they were facing each other, this time cautious of Elide’s ankle. Lorcan pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and Elide tucked herself closer to his side. It wasn’t long before both of them became drowsy thanks to the alcohol and their heartfelt confessions.

And as Elide began drifting off to sleep in Lorcan’s arms, she knew this is how she wanted to spend every night for the rest of her life.

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[jayankles]

Something to Consider

Pairing: Diana Prince x Reader/ Wonder Woman x Reader

Summary: Diana walks in at the end of a meeting between Lex and Y/N, she warns her that he is nothing but bad news. Based on the request from lovely anon: hi !! can I request Wonder Woman x fem!reader smut please? 💞 Lex Luthor flirts with the reader and Diana gets jealous af.. Maybe the reader could be related to Batman (while Diana's like Superman) so it's like a spin on the BvS scene 🥰🥰

Word Count: 1659

Warnings: smut, angst?

Written for: @anyfandomgoesbingo​

Square Filled: Angst

“Thanks for the drink, Lex.” You smirked, sipping at the whiskey, never breaking eye contact with the man. Your eyes dance over his face, trying to gage his usual stoic expression. But this time his face was one of the smallest of smiles that you had ever seen on that man’s face that wasn’t a sinister one.

“It’s just a drink, Miss Y/L/N,” Lex says, nonchalantly. Because for him, it is just a drink, it means nothing to him yet the small gesture has meant something because you had taken it from him as if it were a silent peace offering. 

“The glass I have, costs what... thirty five grand?” You shook your head at him but still took another sip. That amount of money meant nothing to Lex, it hadn’t even made a dent in his bank account.

“Unfortunately Miss Y/L/N,” Lex looked at the time on his watch. “I do have another appointment. It was a pleasure talking with you. Just think about my offer, Y/N. My door is always open, especially for a woman like you.” Lex purrs at you, his hand covering yours before he winks and walks away. You turn to watch him walk away and spot Diana in your sight. Your smile widens as you see the woman that plagues your dreams. 

Narrowing her eyes at you, she looks between you and the door Lex just walked through. “What was that all about? ‘Just think about my offer.’ What did he offer you?”

Your smile drops at the seriousness in her question. “What are you talking about? Why are you so concerned, baby? It’s just Lex Luthor, you know I can handle myself around men. It’s the women that make my legs a little shaky.”

“Do you know how dangerous he is?”

“Honey, I know dangerous. He… he is not it.” You reach out but Diana steps away, shaking her head at your actions.

“You don’t know him like I do, whatever his offer is please… don’t even consider thinking about it. He is capable of so many things that you don’t understand.” Her eyes silently plea with you, compelling you to not take Lex Luthor up on whatever it was that he had offered you. Diana didn’t want you to fall into a false sense of security to trust the man that had played a continuous game with her and the people in her team.

Your eyes hovered between both of hers and you knew she just wanted to protect you from something that you didn’t know anything about, there was something deeper going on between the two of them. 

“Okay,” you said, holding your hands out once more waiting for her to take them this time. “I’ll take care of him. I won’t accept his offer.”

“What did he offer you? Was it sexual favors?” Diana mumbles, trying to figure out what it was that Lex wanted from you to offer you something.

“Oh, Diana, are you jealous? Of a man?” you ask, your hands dropping to her hips to pull her close before you cupped her face in your hands, pressing your lips softly to hers. “I’m all yours, Diana. I promise. Let’s go home.”

*

You could feel Diana’s eyes burning into the back of your head as you turned the key into your home. She was on you as soon as she had slammed the door closed. Lips attacking yours as soon as she could reach you, your eyes widened before you start to kiss her back, tugging at any piece of clothing that you find so you can be closer to her.

With no struggle at all, she lifts you into her waiting arms, legs instinctively wrapping around her delicate hips as she harshly palms at your ass. She takes in your face, you’re perfect. The way your eyes never break from hers, the way your mouth falls open just after you bite it, but what tips Diana over the edge is the way she can hear your heart pounding in your chest. Like it is beating so hard just to reach out to her, to tangle with hers as if you couldn’t live without her hearing it.

“I love you.” It’s a hushed whisper and if you hadn’t been looking at her, you would have missed it but you heard the three most important words that meant the entire world to you. It was the three words that you had never heard before nor had you said them to anyone before.

Your lips connected once more. A fire burning low in your stomach, you ached for her. “I love you, too.”

Diana didn’t need to think twice about leading you to your bedroom. She gently set you down on your bed, not breaking the contact between the two of you until she kissed her way down your body, over your clothes, stopping just above the waistband of your pants. Diana looks up from her lashes and you see the desire in her eyes and you can’t distinguish whether it’s love or lust. You determine that it’s lust for now, you could be wrong after all. 

Easily, she removes your shoes and moves up your legs to unbutton your pants, seductively dragging them down your legs. You can feel your wetness seeping through your panties. Diana tilts her head to the side, a sneaky smirk on her face as she ripped your panties in half, tossing them across the room, leaving your cunt bare and in all its soaking wet glory.

“Diana…” you whispered, wriggling your body underneath her gaze. You didn’t know whether you were pleading for. Her lips on yours or on your pussy? You were happy for either event to occur. Diana, however, picked the latter, her body lowering so that she was lying flat on her stomach. Her eyes flickered from yours to your dripping pussy. She softly swept one of her fingers through your folds, licking off your arousal, humming at the sweet nectar she had collected. “Absolutely perfect.”

You whimpered at her praise, your hips rolling up, trying to find any friction to release the ache between your legs. The Amazon Warrior takes her time, pressing soft kisses from your knee and slowly travelling across your thigh, so close yet so far from the spot you needed her to be. Finally, she licked her tongue through your folds to your clit. You hiss as Diana continues to work over your pussy, her tongue flicking over your clit before she suctions it between her lips, sucking it until you are clawing at the bed sheets beneath your body, trying to grab hold of anything that could ground you as Diana drove you to new heights. Your mouth falls open, you squeak out a noise as Diana continues to lick your cunt and swallow down your arousal. She pushes your legs open, bringing her fingers up to swipe through your folds before two of them sink into your weeping cunt, opening yourself up to her, giving her everything you have to offer.

You feel your stomach tighten under her fingers and tongue, her ministrations sending sharp pains through your body, you shoot up, trying to close your legs around Diana’s head but her strength prevents you from moving even an inch away from her. “Keep going. Please… don’t stop.”

Diana obeyed, picking up speed in her movements, her tongue and fingers moving faster to push you to your orgasm. With a final pump of her fingers inside of your pussy, her fingers curl up into your inner walls and you’re putty in her hands, exploding around her digits as she rides out the waves of your high.

“Jesus, maybe I’ll have to make you jealous more often if that is what is going to happen.” You breathed out, trying to find an equilibrium. “I’m sorry that I made you feel inferior. To Lex Luthor of all people.”

Diana rolls her eyes, kissing her way back up your body. “Shut up, Y/N. Next time won’t be as pleasurable for you.”

“So, there is a next time.” You hummed, bringing her face to yours, silencing her with a kiss before she spoke again. “I’ll tell Lex no. I don’t want to upset you when you were just trying to protect me. I get it.”

Diana pulled you close, pressing her lips to the crown of your head, tucking you into her warm embrace. You felt so safe and secure in her arms. That was the point where you knew exactly what you were going to do.

*

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t you again, Miss Y/L/N.”

You peered over your shoulder to see the same man from a few weeks ago. “What is it this time, Lex? You bought me a house? A boat? An entire Island?”

“Oh, dear, no,” the man scoffed out a laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous. I concocted a serum. For you, I should add.”

“Lex, I told you, I don’t want any part of this and the game that we were playing. I didn’t sign up for it, please. As much as I would love to live a long and healthy life,” you breathe out, shaking your hands in front of you. “I would be forever in your debt. I appreciate your offer Mr Luthor, but I’ll have to decline. I have to live the rest of my life - whatever is left of it - as best I can, especially with the people I love. But thank you, the trouble you went through to help me means a lot.”

With your last words to him, you nod your head at the powerful man and press a kiss to his cheek. You were going to leave this earth whenever someone up there decided that it was your time to go but until then, you were going to love Diana Prince with all your heart. Nothing less.

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[spiderlilyserendipity]

can you write some taehyung nsfw thigh riding getting ruined by yeotan turning things from steamy to giggly/soft?

Thanks for your ask <3 This one is called Up The Wall. 

WC: 1383

Genres: fluff, smut

Tags: dom/sub elements, dom!taehyung, sub!reader

(*Cis female reader*)

Taehyung has been driving you up the wall today and he knows it.

It started when the two of you went on a date to a five star restaurant earlier today. Dates with Taehyung are always at odd hours, either really early in the morning or very late at night to avoid anyone seeing you out together. You are always okay with that, understanding Taehyung’s career and appreciating the effort he puts in so you can have normal dates.

He even bought you a beautiful red dress for it, despite it only being a lunch date. He had booked a private room and ordered all your favourite dishes, along with a few new ones that you loved.

Then. Then. He started playing footsies. 

He ran his leather dress shoe up your stocking-clad leg under the table. It felt scandalous to do in public, even if this was a private room. Worst of all, he put his cheek in his hand and watched you with a cheeky grin. 

“Why aren’t you eating? Is it not good?” He had asked you.

You forced a smile and said yes. He gave you a boxy smile in reply. 

Of course he did. Your boyfriend is the definition of cheeky.

After lunch at 11 AM, he took you to the movies. There was a new thriller movie out, but not many were going to see it because a more popular blockbuster had come out the weekend before. As such, you and Tae got into a midday show without anyone recognizing you.

You thought Taehyung’s teasing was over until he started playing along to scare you. You would be gripping his hand tightly in fear of the upcoming jump scare only for him to yelp beside you and scare you first. You almost got angry at him a few times until you saw how hard he was laughing, and the tears of laughter in his eyes.

So you let two things go. The footsies incident and the jump scares trick.

But then, the movie hit its climax, right towards the end and took you completely off-guard. You thought for sure the protagonist’s family would be okay if they had survived until now, but the villian got to them in a shocking way that had you jumping.

“Was it that scary?” Taehyung had mumbled in your hair, laughing at your cute reaction.

“It really was.” You whined, looking up at him.

His eyes were dark, even darker than they should’ve been with the lights off. He was no longer just looking at you, but looking all over your body. Your body pressed into his side, breasts pushing together. His eyes lingered down your cleavage, pink tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. HIs hand lingered on the thigh you had shoved up onto his lap in your fear. He thumbed over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, making you shiver.

It’s safe to say that now that you’re home home, you are ready to jump his bones. 

“Okay, okay!” Taehyung laughs when you kiss him ferociously in the entryway, tipping his head back. He takes your hand and guides you to the living room sofa. “But we have to be fast. The producers said I have to be there by 4pm to record my part of the song.”

You glance at the clock. You have half an hour until Taehyung has to leave. It would take ten for him to shower after you had sex, which meant twenty for a quickie. That is fine by you.

“What can I do?” You ask, eyes meeting his. He smiles languidly at the intensity in your gaze, not worried at all by the time. His eyes work all over your body, hands tightening at your waist.

“Would princess like to use my thigh to get off?” Taehyung whispers in your ear. You tighten your hold on his shoulders.

“Please.” You whisper. 

You stand as Taehyung gets his pants off. You take off your panties, and they glisten with pre-come. Taehyung’s eyes catch on, not missing a single detail when it comes to you.

Without further ado, you climb onto Taehyung’s thigh, making him coo at how needy you are. He hikes your dress up, exposing your ass to the cold living room air. You whine, rubbing your wet cunt against the firm muscle of his thigh. Taehyung’s hands knead and pull at your ass cheeks, guiding your movements up and down. On the outside, you’re in control. But both of you know he is the one who has control of how and when you get off. A control you gave him a long time ago, one you never want back. 

Under his burning gaze and smirk, you feel the pressure in your stomach building like a coil ready to snap. “T-Tae.” You whimper. 

Taehyung pulls the front of your dress down, making your bra-clad breasts fall out. He unfastens the bra singlehandedly and tosses it somewhere. His fingertips roll your nipple between them. His hot mouth works its way down your neck. You arch your back, pushing your breasts towards him. He laughs at your eagerness, licking at one nipple with tongue and just enough hints of teeth that it drives you up the wall.

“T-Tae. I’m almost there.” You whine, tightening a hand in his gorgeous brown locks.

“Hmm, really? Hasn’t even been five minutes, though.” Taehyung asks, pretending to sound truly confused. You groan, going faster. “Oh, that’s not very polite. What are you supposed to ask, princess?” He chides, sounding like he’s talking about cloudy weather. 

“Please, please let me come, Tae. I’ve been good, please?” You ask, nearly crying.

But before Taehyung can reply, a bark cuts you off.

The two of you snap out of the scene, equally mortified to see Tannie at the edge of the carpet. His glassy eyes stare up at you. Still breathless, you put your head against his still-clothed shoulder and scream. 

“We forgot his walk today, didn’t we?” Taehyung reads your mind.

“I just can’t catch a break today!” You complain against the fabric.

Taehyung’s deep laugh reverberates through him, making his shoulders shake. He pats your head lightly. “It’s okay, Y/N. I’ll make it up to you later.” He says, hooking a finger in the dress. He lets go suddenly, making the material snap against the underside of your breasts. You lightly smack his shoulder in frustration. He kisses your forehead, then guides your hips so you get off him.

“I know, baby. But we can’t ignore our puppy’s needs.” Taehyung explains, stroking his hands up and down your body in a gentle, nonsexual way. “How about this? We clean up together and take him for a walk, you bring him back home when I go to the studio, and I make it up to you later? Hmm, princess?” He coaxes you, cupping your face. You pout, knowing he has a point but not liking it. To sell his argument, Taehyung litters small kisses all over your face. 

“You better. Or I’m kicking you out.” You say, half-serious. You think you deserve an award for the amount of self-control it takes to dismount Taehyung’s fucking perfect thigh. Taehyung giggles at how non-threatening your voice sounds with your face smushed in his hands. 

“Yes, baby. I’ll make it up to you. You know you always come better when I make you wait, don’t you? Just give me a couple hours, I need to record that song.” He tells you.

“When you get home, your dick is mine.” You threaten dramatically like a movie villain. Taehyung laughs, helping you put your dress back on. “At least take the shower with me.” You insist, the only way you’ll let this terrible inconvenience slide. 

“Of course, baby.” He says, leading you down the hall to the bathroom. 

As the two of you get in the shower, Taehyung comes to stand behind you. “And then, I’ll let you come on my cock. As many times as you like, since you’ve been such a good girl today. Is that fair, baby?”

You groan, turning the shower on to cut his words off. But even the sound of the water can’t cut off Taehyung’s loud laugh. Kim Taehyung is really driving you up the wall today.

Both sfw and nsfw requests are open 🖤

#bts smut #taehyung smut #taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #taehyung x oc #taehyung x y/n #taehyung scenarios #taehyung imagines

[queenofspades20]

Birthday Boy

Happy birthday to my favorite fictional boyfriend. Just some fluff in honor of Bucky’s birthday.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: this is just fluff, maybe a few curse words. Enjoy!!

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Bucky and Y/n were sitting on the couch watching Hot Tub Time Machine.

“I’m telling you, Buck. The douchey ski patrol guy looks just like you!” Y/n insisted. Every time the actor popped up on the screen, Bucky just shook his head.

“I don’t see it, Doll.”

“Then you need glasses, old man!”

“Old man?” Bucky’s head snapped in Y/n’s direction. He had an incredulous look on his face. “You weren’t calling me old man last night.”

“Not my fault you’re going blind, Babe. Sebastian Stan is clearly your doppelganger. Your younger doppelganger,” Y/n said with a smirk, putting emphasis on younger. She knew she was picking a battle with Bucky but she wanted to see how far he would let her go before putting an end to it.

Bucky knew what she was up to. He loved seeing her smile, even if it was at his expense, but he was only going to let her go so far.

“I see how it is.” He leaned over and pushed her to lay down, climbing on top of her. Bucky grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head with his metal hand, his flesh hand moving down her sides, tickling her.

“Bucky, NO!” Y/n yelled out. “I was just teasing. With your birthday tomorrow, I gotta get my shots in while I can! You know I can’t help myself.” She squirmed her body, trying to move away.

Bucky shifted so his legs were on either side of Y/n’s, effectively trapping her. He started tickling her sides.

“NO! BUCKY!!” Y/n tried to pull her body away, but he was too heavy on top of her.

“I’ll show you old man.” While tickling her, he started kissing her face and neck. They were laughing, Y/n trying to desperately get away from Bucky’s hand, when Bucky felt cold water hitting his back.

“HEY!” Bucky yelled, turning around. He saw Sam and Steve standing there, laughing.

“I had to cool you off,” Sam said. He held up an empty glass and shook it. “No sex on the couch.”

Bucky let go of Y/n and got up to run after Sam. “Get over here, Birdbrain.”

Sam took off running to his room with Bucky close behind him.

Y/n looked at Steve. “He was tickling me because I called him old man. But he refuses to acknowledge he looks like the actor in Hot Tub Time Machine!”

The movie was at a scene with Blaine, the character Y/n was referring to. She pointed to the screen and Steve looked.

“I don’t see it.” Steve shrugged and walked off.

“Argh! Thor save me from old men who need glasses!”

 The next morning, Y/n got up before Bucky to cook him breakfast. She had a day planned of doing activities Bucky loved. She made pancakes, bacon, and eggs with some coffee and loaded up a tray with the food. She made her way back to their shared room. Bucky was not in bed, but she could hear him in the bathroom.

“Doll?” Bucky called out.

“I have breakfast. I was hoping you’d still be in bed, or did I not tire you out?” Y/n cheekily answered.

Bucky stuck his head through the doorway. “I thought I had tired you out.”

Y/n just rolled her eyes. “Get out here, birthday boy, so I can give you your first present.”

Bucky quickly made his way over to the bed. “Breakfast with you is a good present.”

He settled onto the bed and Y/n placed the tray over his lap. “A hearty breakfast to get through the morning, because we’re going on a little trip.”

Bucky looked intrigued. “Are you going to tell me where?”

“Nope. I did think we could take your bike, since it’s a gorgeous day out.”

“You know how to drive a motorcycle? And who said I would be okay with you driving my bike?”

“One, rude. Two, I got lessons from Steve. I can get us to where we are going no problem. I even did a test drive with Steve a few days ago.”

Bucky looked impressed. “I still don’t know.”

Y/n looked at Bucky with a pout. “Please, Baby? I promise I know what I’m doing and I really want this to be a surprise.”

Bucky hesitated. He had a hard time saying no to her but he also loved his bike. “Fine, but if you seem hesitant at all, we pull over and switch.”

“Deal!” Y/n smiled widely. “Now dig in, Baby.”

They ate their breakfast and then got dressed for the day. As they made their way to the garage, Y/n held up a blindfold.

“You’re not wearing that while driving,” Bucky joked.

Y/n gave him an unimpressed look. “You’re wearing it first. I want this to be a surprise. I’ll wear it later if you’re a good boy, though. Let you do whatever you want.”

Bucky felt his pants get tighter. “Careful, Doll. Keep talking like that and we won’t make it out of the compound. But I’m going to hold you to that later,” he said as he took the blindfold.

They settled on the motorcycle and Bucky put the blindfold on. “Can you see anything, Bucky?”

“Nope.”

“Okay then. Hold on.” Y/n started the motorcycle and Bucky wrapped his arms around her waist.

They took off. It was a weird feeling for Bucky to not know where they were going, but he trusted Y/n. After a while, Bucky felt the bike slow down. He could hear crowds and screams of joy in the background. After the bike was stopped, Y/n looked over her shoulder.

“You can take off the blindfold now.”

Bucky slipped of the blindfold and smiled when he saw they were at Coney Island.

“Good surprise?” Y/n asked and bit her lip.

“Best surprise.” Bucky hugged her close.

“Good. I wanted you to have fun and not worry about the world and this seemed to fit what I wanted.”

“It’s perfect.” Bucky got off the bike and helped Y/n off.

They spent their morning at Coney Island, riding everything they could and playing several games. Y/n made sure to win a stuffed bear for Bucky. Bucky really enjoyed the Cyclone and regaling Y/n with the story of how he made Steve ride it back in the day. They had lunch and then decided to finish their visit with the Wonder Wheel. At the top of the ride, they shared a kiss.

“Good birthday so far?”

“Best I think I’ve ever had.” Bucky looked at Y/n like she hung the moon.

“Ready to head back to the compound? The team has a small party planned for you.”

Bucky had a hesitant look on his face.

Y/n rushed to assure him. “Nothing like Tony’s usual parties. It’s just the team and significant others. We want to celebrate you turning 104.”

Bucky looked relieved. “That’s fine. As long as you promise to not leave my side all night.”

“Like I would leave you anyways.”

Bucky and Y/n made their way back to the bike. Bucky immediately got on and looked at Y/n. “I’m driving back. You did a good job but I wanna drive.”

Y/n laughed and climbed behind Bucky, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I figured you’d want to drive back. I only cared about surprising you here. And maybe after the party.”

Bucky reached down and squeezed her hands. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Bucky.”

They made their way back to the compound and got ready for the party. Y/n put on a deep red knee-length dress that fit her body in a way that showcased all her favorite assets. She kept her hair and makeup simple, since the party wasn’t going to be crazy. She made her way out of the bathroom and saw Bucky buttoning up his shirt. He looked up as she walked in to grab her shoes. As she passed him, he grabbed at her hand and pulled her close.

“You look delectable,” Bucky murmured. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. His arms slid around her waist, his hands moving down until they cupped her ass. Y/n smiled at Bucky and put her arms around his neck.

“Glad you like. I bought the dress just for tonight.”

“So, another present for me? I don’t know how I’m going to keep my hands off you.”

“Well, that is a perk of it being your party. We go for a while and then leave early and you can unwrap me and put that blindfold to use.”

Bucky groaned. “Can’t we just skip the party?”

Y/n threw her head back and laughed. “No. You know they’ll just barge in here. If we make an appearance, then we won’t be interrupted later.”

“Fine.” Bucky grumbled. He pouted as they left their room and made their way to the common area where the party was set up. Bucky was hoping if he pouted enough, Y/n would let him leave extra early.

“Your pouting isn’t going to work, Baby.” Y/n said over her shoulder, smiling.

Bucky gave up the pout and smiled back. “Worth a shot.”

When they entered the room, it was filled with the team and their partners. Steve had brought Sharon, who was happy to have made it in time, having been on a mission for the past few weeks. Clint and Natasha stood together, Clint’s arm around Natasha’s shoulder. Wanda and Vision were holding hands. Bruce had excitedly brought Betty Ross, who had recently come back into his life. Sam and Peter stood with their girlfriends and Tony and Pepper were happily hugging.

“Happy birthday, Bucky!” everyone yelled as Bucky and Y/n entered the room. Bucky felt so happy to be surround by his friends. Tony and Steve had hung up a banner that said “happy 104th birthday” and there were streamers all around the room. On the coffee table was a cake with a pile of presents for Bucky. Tony had set up a bar to the side, fully stocked with a bartender there to make everyone’s night easier. Though Thor couldn’t stay, he had dropped off some Asgardian mead for the super soldiers earlier that week. There was also a buffet table with various foods that Bucky loved, both from back in the 40s and from now.

The party had been going for a few hours and everyone was having a good time. Bucky and Steve had gotten into the mead and were feeling its effects. Bucky had opened his presents, loving everything he got, especially his new knife from Y/n.

“Doll, you already did breakfast and Coney Island. This is too much,” Bucky said as he admired the tactical knife. It had a black and blue carved handle with a steel blade that had a blue sheen.

“I saw it and thought of you,” Y/n said with a shrug. “The blade reminds me of your eye color.”

Bucky leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I can’t wait to use it on my next mission.”

“Only you would be that excited for a knife,” Sam said with a laugh.

“Shut it, Pigeon.”

Sam just rolled his eyes with a smile. After presents were done and the cake was eaten, Bucky decided he was ready to finish his night in the bedroom with Y/n, wanting to make use of the blindfold. He looked over at Y/n and caught her eye. Bucky gave her a smirk that signaled he was ready to go.

“Well, thank you everyone for a truly great birthday. I can’t thank you enough for everything.”

“You deserve it, Punk,” Steve said, Sharon cuddled into his side.

“Definitely my best birthday yet.” Bucky pulled Y/n close and kissed her temple.

Y/n smiled, ready to start trouble. “I think that’s my cue to get this old man to bed.”

Everyone laughed while Bucky looked down at her in faux shock. “Old man??”

Y/n laughed as she stood up. “I mean, you are 104. I’m surprised you lasted this long.” She slowly made her way over towards the door. “Do we need to get you a cane or maybe a walker?”

Bucky jumped up and moved quickly towards Y/n. She let out a yell and ran towards their room. “I’ll show you old man, Doll,” Bucky yelled out as he chased her.

Everyone heard Y/n yell, “bring it on, senior citizen!”

Sam looked at Tony. “Thank you for soundproofing their room.”

“That was a present for all of us.”

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