#almost smut

strawberry kisses—🍓⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

you buy strawberry lipgloss for.. science! (the science is kissing mikey..obvi)

contents: x reader, aged up mike wheeler, fluff, reader is obsessed with mikes lips😝, reader has a claiming/marking fetish, established relationship, reader is a freak lil nerd(me), whiny dom mike, both idiots are down bad, mike wheeler restraint k!nk (kinda if you squint), but sfw!, mildly suggestive, not proofread

you notice his mouth before you notice anything else.

not on purpose. you swear it isn’t intentional. it just happens. it always happens.

like when he’s mid rant about something ridiculous, dnd strategy, a movie inconsistency, the way people underestimate him, and his hands are flying everywhere, brows pulled tight, voice climbing higher the more worked up he gets. you nod like you’re following along. you even throw in a quiet “yeah” at the right moments.

but really you’re staring at the way his bottom lip catches between his teeth when he’s thinking. the way he presses them together when he’s trying not to get too emotional.

or when he laughs. when he really laughs. head tipping back, throat exposed, lips parted wide and pink and unfairly soft looking. you feel it low in your stomach first. that drop. that heat. and then the guilt comes right after.

because he’s your boyfriend now.

and somehow that makes it worse.

it was easier when you were just crushing on him. easier when you could swallow the feeling and tuck it somewhere private, somewhere safe. now you’re allowed to kiss him. allowed to touch him. allowed to want.

and you want in a way that makes your pulse jump when he leans close to whisper something in your ear. you want in a way that makes you dizzy when his mouth brushes yours, soft and tentative, like he’s still not sure he’s allowed to take up that much space with you.

he always kisses like that at first.

but… you’re starting to crave the moment he stops asking.

you buy the strawberry lip gloss on a tuesday.

it feels impulsive. reckless, even. you stand in the checkout line staring at the tiny tube in your palm, heart pounding like someone might tap your shoulder and accuse you of something.

because you didn’t buy it for you.

you bought it because you want to see it on him.

you want to kiss him hard enough that it transfers. want to pull back and see the shine on his mouth and know you did that. that he’s marked by you in some small, stupid, sweet way.

the thought alone makes your knees feel weak. it’s embarrassing how much it does.

he’s in your room later that week, sitting on the edge of your bed, elbows on his knees, talking about how his mom keeps rearranging the basement.

“she moved my stuff again,” he says, pushing his hair out of his face. “like, i had a system. it made sense! and now it’s just chaos! total chaos!”

you hum softly from your vanity. you’ve already applied the gloss once. wiped it off. reapplied it. you’re overthinking it. you know you are. his whiny voice makes you all nervous, though you can’t help the small thrill you get from his frustration.

your reflection shows your lips glossy and flushed. you press them together, testing the shine. they look different. fuller. wet.

“you’re.. not listening,” mike says.

not annoyed. just observant. like he wants to know what else could have your attention besides him at this very crucial moment.

you meet his eyes in the mirror. “i am,” you insist, and it comes out thinner than you meant it to.

his gaze drops.

not to your eyes.

to your mouth.

he goes quiet.

“what,” he says slowly, standing, crossing the room without breaking eye contact. “is that.”

your heart jumps into your throat. “what’s what?”

he stops right in front of you. close enough that your knees brush his jeans. you feel that everywhere.

“don’t play dumb,” he murmurs. his voice has changed. softer. lower. careful in a different way. “you’ve been staring at me all night. and now you’re… shiny.”

your cheeks burn. “it’s just lip gloss.”

“yeah?” he tilts his head slightly. studying you. “what flavor.”

you swallow. “strawberry.”

a second passes.

“strawberry,” he repeats, quieter this time.

his thumb comes up before you can prepare yourself. brushes lightly over your bottom lip. barely any pressure at all.

you inhale sharply.

“you’re shaking,” he says.

“no, i’m not.”

his mouth twitches. he doesn’t look convinced. “you are.”

his thumb drags slightly, collecting the gloss. he looks at it on his skin like he’s trying to understand what you’ve done.

“did you put this on for me?” he asks.

you could lie. you probably should. it would be easier to laugh it off. but your heart is beating so loud it feels ridiculous to pretend.

“…maybe.”

his eyes lift slowly. carefully.

that flicker again. the check in. mike never pushes. never assumes. he waits.

“maybe,” he echoes. “or yes.”

you hate how exposed you feel. hate how easily he reads you.

“yes,” you whisper.

something in him shifts.

his jaw tightens just slightly. full of restraint.

“you bought strawberry lip gloss,” he says, voice rough at the edges now, “so you could kiss me.”

not a question.

you nod. he exhales, dragging a hand through his curls like he’s annoyed, but the pink blush climbing from his neck to his cheeks betrays him.

“you… you have no idea what that does to me,” he blurts, too fast, like he’s trying to outrun the words. then he huffs out a short, nervous laugh. “i mean. i just. you can’t just do that and then look at me like that.”

your breath catches. “what does it do?”

his eyes drop to your mouth again. and lingers. “makes it really hard to be a good boyfriend.”

he swallows hard. his ears are red now.

your pulse spikes.

“who said you have to be good?” you don’t even think before you say it. it just slips out.

the silence after is thick.

his eyes snap back to yours, darker now. searching. like he’s trying to figure out if you understand the weight of that.

“don’t say things you don’t mean,” he says softly.

you slide off the chair so you’re standing flush against him. you can feel the warmth of him through your clothes. the steady rise and fall of his chest. he smells like laundry detergent and something warm and familiar.

“i mean it, mikey” you breathe.

he looks at you for a long second. really looks at you.

then his hand settles on your waist. not tentative this time. firm. grounding. like he’s made up his mind.

“o-okay,” he says.

and then he kisses you.

his mouth presses to yours with intention, and you gasp into it. your fingers clutch at his shirt and tug it crooked at the collar. he makes a startled sound against your mouth, half surprised, half something else, but he doesn’t pull away. he just adjusts and kisses you harder.

the gloss makes everything slick and sweet. his lips slide against yours, warm and insistent. you taste sweet strawberries and him underneath it. he tastes like mint and the faint sweetness of soda.

his hand tightens at your waist, pulling you closer until there’s no space left, until your bodies fit together in a way that makes your head spin.

you make a small sound without meaning to.

he answers it.

his other hand comes up to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth as he tilts his head and deepens the kiss. slower for a second. then deeper. hungrier. like he’s trying to memorize how your lips taste.

you wanted to see the gloss on him.

you didn’t expect him to kiss you like he’s been starving for it.

when he pulls back, it’s only because you both need air. foreheads pressed together. lips still brushing every time one of you breathes.

you open your eyes.

and there it is.

pink and glossy, smeared across his mouth.

your doing. your mark.

you reach up without thinking, thumb brushing over his bottom lip. the shine catches the light. he doesn’t move away.

“you’ve got strawberry,” you murmur.

his mouth curves under your touch.

“yeah?” his voice is low, wrecked in a way that makes your stomach flip. “you gonna fix it?”

you swallow. and for a split second, sharp and ugly, you think that if he ever looked at someone else like this it might actually ruin you.

instead of answering, you lean in and kiss him again.

slower this time. deliberate. tasting the sweetness you left behind, feeling the way he melts for half a second and then surges forward again, hands sliding from your waist to your hips like he’s mapping you.

when you finally break apart, both of you flushed and breathing hard, the gloss is completely ruined. smeared across both your mouths.

mike lets out a shaky laugh and rests his forehead against yours.

“you’re dangerous,” he says quietly.

you smile, still shy even now. “it’s just lip gloss.”

he shakes his head, brushing his nose against yours.

“no,” he murmurs. “it’s you.”

then he kisses you again before you can hide how much that does to you.

and this time he doesn’t taste like strawberries.

he tastes like something you’re going to crave long after the gloss is gone.

Word Count: 1,985

CW: swearing, suggestive content, almost smut (not quite), slightly ooc potentially.

Summary: Prism makes a bet that Robert's waist is so small your fingers would touch if you grabbed him. Flambae needs the money and annoying Robert is one of his specialities, this was gonna be easy.

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Video Game Lover

🤍 Summary: Jey Uso just made getting over your ex feel dangerously good.

🤍 Pairings: Jey Uso x Fem Reader

🤍 Warnings: 18+ only, minors dni, slow burn, almost smut, friends to lovers, hurt-comfort, lots of fluff, mentions of cheating/ex-relationship trauma, protective!Jey, interrupted makeout sessions

🤍 Word Count: 2.9k

【 DRUNK LOVE ── SNIPER X READER ONESHOT 】

After a party with the team, you and Sniper end up in his van, drunk as hell, and making out like idiots.

. . .

It all happened too fast, didn’t it? It all started with everyone popping open a bottle of whiskey to celebrate a hard–earned victory and cans of beer being handed out, and ended up with a certain someone on top of the team’s sniper in the back of his van.

TW: implied stalking, body horror, isolation, imposter, almost smut, bone breaking, violence

You’re not sure if your boyfriend is your boyfriend anymore. And you think he knows you know it. You watched his back as he cooked dinner in the kitchen, everything inside you screaming something is wrong, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. He just felt…wrong now. You could only describe it as your stomach knotting up funny after eating bad food.

Dakota was supposed to be out on a week long camping trip with a few of his buddies. But he came back on the third day, acting off. He looked normal, he talked normal, but something was different with him. Something was just wrong either way, maybe it was his eyes, or the way he smiled, but something was off. You asked multiply times if he was okay, he just laughed and asked if you were okay.

“Honey?” Dakota asked, staring at you from across the table, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah?” You asked, blinking back into reality. Dakota smiled wider once your attention was back on him, sliding your portion of dinner over.

“Just making sure you were on earth, looked a little out of it.” Dakota said, beginning to eat.

“Just thinking.” You offer while getting up to get drinks. “What do you want to drink?” You called over your shoulder, opening to grab yourself a water.

“Just a water would be good.” Dakota said, making your hand pause.

“You don’t want beer?” You question, turning to him.

“Nah, I need to get a handle on that.” He said, meeting your gaze with a look that said ‘don’t question it’.

“Okay.” You say slowly, grabbing a second water and handing him one before sitting back down. Dakota asked how your day was, and you both got to talking while eating dinner. Afterwards you helped clean up and went to have some space on the porch.

You had about an hour of daylight left, accounting the trees around your house. You cuddled up on one of the chairs and began reading, listening to the daytime symphony of songs birds fade into tree frogs and crickets. The air smelt like wet earth and pine. Soon it became too dark for you to read, so you marked your page and headed back inside. It was quiet when you came back inside, almost eerily quiet. You kicked off your slip on’s, looking into the kitchen then living room.

“Dakota?” You called, feeling nervous when you didn’t get a reply. “Kota?” You called again, walking to the back of the house. You end up finding him just standing in your shared bedroom, in the dark. “Babe..?” You asked quietly, flicking on the light. Dakota turned to face you, smiling.

“Hey.” He said, clearing his throat. You both stared at each other, the air still.

“Why were you standing in the dark?” You asked, keeping him in your peripheral as you walked to your bedside table.

“Came in here to grab something, forgot what I needed when I actually got in here.” Dakota shrugged.

“In the dark?” You question, raising a brow at him.

“I was quick grabbing something, didn’t think I needed the lights on.” Dakota said. It was simple, it made sense. So you let it go.

Smiling, you said. “Gotcha, a bit creepy though.” Grabbing some pajamas. “I’m gonna take a shower and head to bed.” You turned on your heel, walking to the shared bathroom. Dakota stalked after you, watching you prepare your shower from the doorway. “Can you start some laundry?” You asked, undressing and getting into the shower.

“Sure babe.” Dakota spoke causally, grabbing the hamper and leaving you alone. You felt a bit more relaxed when he left, the hot water melting into your tense muscles.

Dakota moved down the hall quietly, stopping in the laundry room and starting the tedious task of laundry. Though he paused when he came across your underwear, his head growing fuzzy as your scent emitted from the cloth. He brought the cloth to his face, a deep growl vibrating the air as he sniffed. His form waned a bit, his face melting into a sunken mass, eyes hollowing out a bit. His claws raked across the metal of the washer, the screeching of nails to metal sending an ear piercing shriek through the air. It fixed its posture, his face tightening back up to be Dakota, his claws disappearing.

Dakota took a deep breath, tossing your panties into the wash and starting it. He hummed quietly as he went back to the bedroom, his thoughts consumed by you. He knew you were catching onto him, but it’s not like you could do anything anymore. The real Dakota is gone, rotting in some desolate hole in the earth. He is here now, and he will make sure you love him. You will, you have too. He knows everything about you after all, your favorite foods, hobbies, colors, how you like to be touched. He’s watched, he’s seen every part of you. You will be his, one way or another.

You were brushing your teeth when you came back out, hair wet and dressed for bed. You sat on your side, scrolling through your phone, checking a few of your socials. Dakota came back in, closing the bedroom door. He changed when you went back to the bathroom to spit, waiting for you in bed when you returned. You smiled at him, sliding into the sheets beside him. He smiled at you, gently cupping your face in his hand, pulling you into a gentle kiss.

The soft glow of the bedside lamp made his features look sharper, but soft all at once. Slowly the gentle kisses got rougher, his hand sliding to hold the back of your head. You hummed quietly into the kiss, leaning into him. Dakota hooked his arm around you, pulling you into his lap. He was hard already, his erection pressed angrily against his pants.

You smiled against the kiss, lifting your hips so you both could free yourselves. Dakota got to work quickly, pulling his length out and giving it a few practice strokes. You bit your lip, lowering yourself just out of reach. You looked at him in the eyes, and saw something different. The vibrant green you were used to were replaced by a deep black, it almost looked like two glass marbles. Your brows furrowed, your body tensing up.

“You’re not kota…” you mumbled, the hair on your neck standing. It laughed, watching you pull off and away from it. The mocking smile turned into a sour scowl at your retreat. It pulled its pants back up, its erection gone.

“I can be him. I can be better than him.” It said, standing up. The face of your Dakota was shifting grotesquely, his eyes becoming this hollow void, the skin sagging and pulling at odd angles. You shook your head, back away.

“No. No I want my Dakota back.” You say quickly, watching the imposters face twist a bit in both sorrow and anger.

“He’s not coming back.” It said, it’s body growing and bending. Its neck elongated, the bones of his spine rising like little mountains on his shirt. His arms and legs grew, the sharp claws brushing the floor. “I’m here. I can be-I am Dakota.” It said, it’s voice a weird mix of Dakota and something deeper. You visibly recoiled from the thing, you face screwing into a look of pure fear and horror. “Why can’t you love me?” It asked, its voice waining into that deep warped sound. “I would do anything for you…” It said quietly, walking towards you with arms open.

You back away quickly, fumbling with the doorknob before throwing it open and running down the hall. You let out a cry when it came chasing after you, its heavy body slamming into the wall while it screamed “WHY WONT YOU LOVE ME?!”

You took a sharp left when it lunged for you, the things letting out an angered screech as it plummeted into the kitchen table. The wood splintered under its weight, making it angrier. You ran to the kitchen, grabbing a knife. Took a few deep breaths as you listened to it move around just beyond the wall.

“(Name)?” It called, the warped voice carrying in the still air. Your heart pounded in your ears as he sniffed the air, suddenly going still. “I’m sorry baby, didn’t mean to scare you.” It cooed, appearing in the doorway. It’s tall body bent down, watching you. “Come on honey, put the knife down, we can talk.” It cooed, its voice suddenly sounding like Dakota. When you kept the knife, it frowned. “Drop it.” The warped sound deepened, the warning clear.

“W-what did you do to Dakota?” You asked, backing away.

“What do you think?” It tilted its head, taking a step closer. “He was quite the fighter. All I had to do was,” it paused, lunging at you. It’s powerful hands grabbing your armed hand, snapping it cleanly like a stick. Your screamed of pain rang out as you reached away, your forearm bending oddly. You hit a wall, screaming and sobbing. It approached you slowly, cooing quietly to shush you as it knelt its gangly body next to yours. It’s long limbs wrapped around you, despite your protests. It gently scratched your head with it’s claws, holding you steady as your sobbed.

Clark gets woken up by a very drunk Bruce Wayne in his kitchen. Drunk Bruce is in fact very different than sober Bruce.

Includes: Drunk!Bruce, Slutty!Bruce, sexual talk

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Clark jolts up from his sleep as a loud slam echoes from his kitchen. The hair on the back of his neck stands straight up as he shoves the blanket off of himself. As he slowly stands, he hears soft curses from the intruder. Clark, who of course has nothing more than his boxers on, pulls his bedroom door open to reveal a very drunk Bruce Wayne standing in his kitchen. Bruce’s nice suit is now wrinkled, his hair messy, and his pale cheeks flushed. 

“Claaark!” Bruce gasps. “You are awake!” The normally very stoic and quiet man, now a bubbly loud mess. Clark lets out a small sigh of relief, because he isn’t being robbed. 

“Hey, B,” Clark laughs softly. Bruce stumbles closer to Clark, tugging off his suit jacket. “You are very drunk.” Bruce nods at Clark’s words. 

“I am,” he hums. “Some Wayne Enterprise partners had a little contest! I won!” The taller man laughs, grabbing Bruce to help stabilize him. 

“Is that so?” Clark hums, leading Bruce to the couch. Bruce nods enthusiastically, stumbling a little bit, falling to the plush couch. 

“Yeaaaaah,” he mumbles drunkenly. Clark kneels down, tugging off Bruce’s shoes as the shorter man’s head falls back, but his eyes never leave Clark’s. “You look reaaaal good on your knees.” Bruce mumbles. Clark’s eyes widen as his cheeks flush deeply.

“What!?” Clark chokes out, his eyes shoot up to look at Bruce. 

“You heard me,” the other man smirks, sitting up a little straighter. Bruce’s hand reaches out to caress Clark’s jaw softly. “Such a pretty boy.” Clark lets out a strangled noise, his entire body heating up. 

“You can’t just say things like that,” he mumbles, setting Bruce’s nice black dress shoes to the side. “You’re drunk.”

“Just cause I’m drunk doesn’t mean I’m lying!” Bruce sings, letting his head fall back again. “You are the prettiest man I’ve ever seen.” Clark watches Bruce’s face searching for some sort of hint of teasing or joking. But, he does not find what he’s looking for. As far as Clark can tell, Bruce is being completely honest. 

“Well, either way you’re drunk,” he finally replies. “Nothing is happening.” Bruce’s head snaps up, looking down at Clark. 

“What!?” He exclaims quickly. “You don’t wanna fuck me!?” That exclamation causes Clark’s eyes to widen. 

“That,” Clark lets out a deep sigh. “That’s not what I’m saying.” Clark pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Then what are you saying,” Bruce asks, his eyes narrowing. 

“I-” Clark starts, the words catching in his throat. His eyes gaze over Bruce, taking his messy hair and flushed skin in. “I do. But, I’m not going to do that while you are drunk.” Bruce grumbles to himself at Clark’s reply. 

“C’mon, farmboy. Let me just suck you off,” Bruce hums, sliding from the couch to his knees. Clark’s eyes widen as Bruce sits in front of him, Bruce slowly slinking closer to him. “I know you’ll like it. I’m really good at it,” 

“Bruce,” Clark warns. “Maybe after we talk tomorrow.” Bruce rolls his eyes, sitting back on his heels. Clark’s eyes stay strained on Bruce, his body language loose. 

“Fine,” Bruce mumbles, rising to his feet. “Can I at least sleep in your bed?” Clark’s heart softens at the request. 

“Of course,” he says softly. “C’mon, darlin’.” Clark assists Bruce to his feet, leading him to the bedroom. The taller man helps Bruce change out of his suit, neatly folding it and setting it on the top of his dresser. Bruce tugs on one of Clark’s large shirts before collapsing onto Clark’s bed, enveloping himself in the smell of the taller man. 

“Hurry up,” Bruce mumbles, crawling under the blanket. Clark lets a soft smile cut across his face, pulling the blanket back getting into bed next to Bruce. The drunken man shuffles closer, wrapping his arms around the bigger man. 

Pairing: Enoch O’Connor x Fem!reader

Genre: fluff, almost smut, friends to lovers

Summary: After months of you both pinning over each other, he comes to you one night and feelings come to the surface.

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: Not beta or proof read, slight ooc Enoch?, marking kink

A/N: This is the first fanfic I’ve ever written I apologize for the shit writing, this was also loosely based off a conversation I had with a bot I made on character ai. Also no hate to Olive I love her

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

Its half past midnight and you can’t sleep, deciding to read you quietly get out of bed, the floor boards of the old children’s home gently creaking under your feet as you take a few step towards your book shelf.

Before your finger tips could graze the spine of the book you reached for you heard a quiet knock at your door, considering the odd hour you assume it’s one of the young children coming to you because of a nightmare, not wanting to wake Miss Peregrine and disturb her very structure schedule.

Instead, when you open the door you find Enoch staring back at you, dark circles had started forming around his eyes from lack of sleep you guessed. “Enoch? What are you doing up?” You spoke in a hushed voice so no one would be woken up, the walls of the house were practically paper thin.

He shifted awkwardly from one foot to another in the doorway, his gaze falling to the floor, “I could ask you the same thing ..” he muttered, clearly looking slightly uncomfortable, unsure of himself, this was unusual for him you thought, usually he was less fidgety.

You smile slightly at him, he was never someone to seek out company unless it was you, for some reason you and him had bonded almost instantly after meeting, “I just couldn’t sleep honestly, do you want to hangout maybe? Miss Peregrine can’t get mad about you being in my room if she’s asleep” you giggle at the last part of what you just said, remember the time Miss Peregrine gave a lecture after realizing you and Enoch had become friends, apparently because of us being teenagers we weren’t allowed to be in one of our rooms together without someone else there.

He let out an amused scoff as he remembered that day, thinking back to how mad Miss Peregrine had gotten after she walked into your room without knocking and saw the two of you sitting on the bed together talking. Her face going as red as a tomato, “You don’t think she’d be too upset if she knew you were letting a boy into your room this late at night?…She might faint.”

Enoch smirked, a hint of his usual cockiness returning with that familiar expression, you smiled and laughed softly into my hand, you moved away from the door so he could come in.

You walked over to my bed and sat cross legged by your pillows, watching him close the door behind him and sit by the foot of your bed, “It’s not like you’d try something, your so head over heels for Olive” laughing at your jab at his blatant dislike for the girl that has been following him around like a lost puppy since they met.

Enoch’s smirk quickly turning into a frown and a grumble of displeasure, remembering the way Olive had practically been stalking him since she arrived, the thought of that girl irritating him, his dark eyes rolling at the mention of her name. “Don’t remind me.. that girl is a little demon. I swear she’s been following me everywhere recently. He muttered bitterly, leaning back against the foot of the bed frame, crossing his arms and stretching out his legs in front of him.

“Awwwwww poor Enochhhh, she just has a crush on you, it’s kind of hilarious”, you move yourself so you’re laying on my back with your head next to his thigh, you laugh at the teasing of him knowing that he finds it a tad bit amusing. You yourself had developed a small crush on Enoch over the months that you had been friends. He was sarcastic, funny, sharp witted, kind hearted, had a soft spot of little kids, just the right amount of mean sometimes, and so fucking handsome.

“Plus it’s kind of hilarious watching her follow you around like a dog and you have to deal with it because you know Miss Peregrine would get you in trouble for being mean, and your soft spot of kids doesn’t help considering she’s a bit younger than us”. Enoch was clearly trying to keep an annoyed and grumpy expression on his face, his arms crossed over his chest, trying to keep a scowl on his face but ultimately failed when a small snicker came out.

The sight of olive following him around almost like a lost dog was actually quite funny as you said. He looked down at you as you laid on your back next to him “I do not have a soft spot for children.” He muttered in a grumpy voice, that was very much not convincing, you snicked at his extremely obvious lie. Looking up at him thought your eyelashes to make eye contact with him, he looked almost to handsome in the sliver of moonlight coming through your curtains, his short black loose curls still perfectly in place like they always were, his brown eyes that looked almost black from far away but in the light they looked like pools of honey.

“Ya I totally and completely believe you Enoch, you just simply want to dressing up as a fairy princess with Clair and Bronwyn and let them cover you in lipstick and eyeshadows, totally believe you”, you say with sarcasm and laughter in my voice, trying not to burst out laughing at Enoch’s attempt to keep his grumpy personality in tact around me.

He always seemed to smile more around you than most people, and god was his smile the most gorgeous thing you’d ever seen in a long time. Enoch tried his best to look even more grumpy and annoyed but a small smile tugging up the corner of his lips at your sarcastic remark, the memory of you walking in on him dressed in a pretty pink princess dress that Bron and Clair had forced on him popped into his mind.

“I only let them do that because they threatened to cover my room in glitter in my sleep if I didn’t let them dress me up..”, he grumbled defensively, crossing his arms over his chest, not wanting to admit that he had almost enjoyed it a bit. “We both know Bron is too sweet to do that, and Clair is basically the closest thing we have to an angel on earth. You keep telling yourself you had to though sweetheart-” You were laughing so hard tears start streaming down my face, you cover your face with a pillow so you hopefully don’t wake up anyone in the house with the sound of your cackling, you role over on your side facing Enoch from your stomach cramping from pure laughter and barely being able to breath without wheezing.

“God I missed hanging out with you like this”, you say trying to catch your breath and wiping your tears away. Enoch’s small smile only grew wider as he watched you laughing so hard that you couldn’t even breathe properly, the sight of your tears rolling down your cheeks combined with the nickname you had accidentally called him made his heart pound loudly in his chest.

“Yeah me too.. even if you’re completely insufferable most of the time” He joked, trying to hide how affected he was by you calling him ‘sweetheart’. “Oh hush you know you love me, you’d be so incredibly bored without me Enoch”, slight flirting had always been common in your friendship, especially on your side, you’d flirt with him naturally and then have to cover it as a joke so he wouldn’t know you’ve had a crush on him basically since you met.

Enoch was painfully aware of the way you’d often flirt with him, knowing it was all just a joke but he always secretly wondered if there was any truth to your flirtations “Me? Bored without you? I think it’d be way more fun around here without your annoying ass to bug me”, he teased in return, trying to act like the idea of you not around anymore didn’t terrify him.

You were suddenly feeling confident, most likely from the lack of sleep but it’s all the same, considering if maybe you should test if he feels the same for you, “Oh ya and you totally wouldn’t miss me at all, you know Clair tells me what you say about me right?”

Clair has never told you anything about what Enoch said about you before, but it’s a good way to see if he talks about you.Enoch felt like he just might have a heart attack from how fast his heart sped up in his chest, going from the usual pace to almost knocking against his ribs, the thought of you potentially finding out what he’s said about you made him feel like he was drowning.

“…what the hell has she been saying?”

He tried to play ignorant, keeping as stoic and unbothered look on his face as he could even though he was panicking inside, which was made evident by his accent getting thicker in the question. Liking the reaction he gave, you decided to mess with him a bit more, thinking of something that could get a bit more information out of him.

“Oh just that your hopelessly in love with me and she heard you talking about me in your sleep because her room is right next to yours”, you choke back the laughter that rises in your throat, she had told you he was talking about you in his sleep but nothing other than that.

If Enoch thought his heart was going fast before it was absolutely hammering in his chest now, it felt like it might explode from the sheer force of it. Panic rising in his throat as you joked about the possibility of him being in love with you, “what.” He exclaim almost incredulously, trying to fight against the redness that was spreading of his face, He couldn’t let you know how flustered and embarrassed he was.

You were a bit surprised at his reaction, except him to say something like her making up stories and not listening to her, but it was almost like he had said those things you joked about. Feeling a tab bit more confident you maneuvered yourself so you was now sitting up facing him. “Honestly I’m just glad Emma hasn’t reported back to you on what I’ve said about you, I’d be done for”, you chuckled out of nervousness and try to push down the anxiety growing in my stomach, what I was saying was risky. Thankfully if this interaction went south I could play it off as a joke.

Enoch’s heart was so loud it thumped in his ears, feeling a new rush of anxiety go through him as you confirmed that you thought about him in a similar way. Trying to act nonchalant, he let out a scoff and leaned back against your bed frame more “And what have you been saying about me? That I’m annoying? Cocky? That I’m way too handsome for my own good..?” He added the last part, looking for confirmation that you found him attractive.

you moved so your top half was now laying over his outstretched legs, a small blush rising to your face as you looked into his eyes once more. “I mean…that last part isn’t to far off from what I’ve said” You smile looked back on the many memories you have of Emma and you in her room, you going on and on about your massive crush on Enoch and her ranting about her crush on Jake.

Enoch’s breath hitched at the feeling of your top half laying across his legs, a new rush of excitement going through him. He swallowed back any nerves he had and tried to act a little arrogant and cocky, “Good to know you think I’m attractive.” He smirked, his heart pounding hard in his chest still, he was terrified and excited at the same time.

Deciding to take this flirting a step further, you move my hand to his arms that are loosely crossed over his chest, tucking your frankly small hand to his between his arms and tug his right arm towards you. Moving his hand so he was now holding your face, almost completely unable to look away from his eyes and before you could think you said, “Do you think I’m attractive?”

Enoch’s breath stuttered in his chest, his hand holding your face still as he looked down at you, the sight of you looking up at him through your eyelashes sent a thrill through him. He tried to continue his cocky nonchalant tone. Trying not to focus on how close you were to him, “Do you even need to ask? You’re the prettiest girl here, of course I think you’re attractive.”

Your eyes went wide and your confident demeanor dissolved at his words. A bright red blush spreading over your neck, face, and tips of my ears, shifting your gaze away from his now not have to the guts to flirt with him so straightforward. Butterflies filled your stomach in excitement and nervousness.

“Thank you… That means a lot coming from the most attractive guy on the island…”, your voice was barely a whistle for the last part of what you said, almost all confidence lost from your body.

Enoch felt a rush of pride go through him at your words, the confident smile returning to his face almost instantly. He had always been told he was attractive by girls in the past but when you said it, it meant so much more to him. He felt his body relax as the confidence returned to him, the sight of you suddenly so shy and nervous making him feel more in control, “I know I am, it’s quite obvious actually.” He jokes, not being able to resist a chance to show off his cocky and arrogant side, you laugh and roll my eyes at his joke, you’d always loved his sense of humor, “Oh shut up before I kiss you.”

You’d said it without thinking, almost immediately regretted what you just said a bit. You’d had the urge to kiss him since he come into my room and sat on the bed, if you didn’t care about anything you’d be making out with him by now.

Enoch had been in the middle of some smart-ass reply but he froze at your comment, the thought of kissing you making his brain go totally blank. His eyes widened and his cheeks coloured a soft red at the thought of you kissing him and the image of you straddling his lap crossed his mind, making his heart flutter in his chest. He could no longer resist the urge to tease you.

“And what if I want you to kiss me?”

“Don’t tease me Enoch, It’s cruel” you said with tinge of nervousness lashing my voice, you hadn’t kissed anyone in about 2 years but god did you want to kiss him.

The desire in your voice did not go unnoticed by Enoch, setting of a new wave of emotions in his chest, he’d never heard you sound like that before and it made his heart beat faster than he thought possible. He continued to look into. Your eyes, seeing the mixture of nervousness and desire on your face and feeling it echoed in his own chest.

“Oh yeah? Then do it.”

He challenged, his voice getting gruffer and his accent getting thicker, watching your reaction to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable. Without thinking you grabbed the collar of the sleep shirt he wore and pulled his face down to yours, your lips met and it felt like your body was lit on fire. Your lips fit perfectly together as you stayed there just savoring the moment for a while, your lips moving perfectly in sync.

Enoch let out a small sigh, his mind going blank as your lips met. Every thought was gone as you kissed. You lips against his felt like nothing he’d ever experienced before, like something straight out of a fairytale. He pulled your face closer to his as he kissed you, wanting you to be close as possible to him, wanting to hold you as if he was afraid you’d disappear from him.

You parted for a second and moved to sit on his lap, straddling him. Kissing him again and his hands moved to your waist, a soft groan falling from your mouth and being muffled by his. You moved the hand that wasn’t holding his shirt collar to his hair, threading your fingers through it and feeling the inky black strands between your fingers.

Enoch groaned as you moved to sit in his lap, his hands grabbing onto your hips, his hands gripping at your skin, the feeling of you in his lap making him feel strangely feral. Feeling your fingers in his hair cause another sound to come from the back of his throat, his lips left yours as he started to leave a trail of kisses down your neck, you let out a small gasp and soft moan at the feeling of his lips on your neck, before you know it he’s sucking marks on to your skin. Your hands move to the back of his neck and head, playing with his hair as he leaves love bites and hickeys across your neck.

Feeling your hands in his hair, your nails digging into his skin and the small sounds falling from your lips made him feel like he was drowning but in the best possible way. The sound of you moaning his name quietly only encouraged him to keep sucking and biting your neck, all he wanted was to hear more of you.

Three hours go by, next thing you know you are both naked under the covers of your bed, sweaty, exhausted, and completely euphoric. The sun is starting to just peak out over the horizon and come through a small crack in the curtains, Enoch holding you to his chest and rubbing small circles on your back while you lay there as happy as can be, “Told you, you’re hopelessly in love with me. The feeling is mutual though so I can’t really joke about it too much”.

You giggle at your own words and lean up to give him a small kiss on they jaw, Enoch chuckles and rolls his eyes at your comment, his hand sliding up and down your back as he looked down at you laying on his chest. The events that had just happened in this room over the last couple hours still felt like a dream, the feeling of you in his arms just felt so surreal. He tightened his arms around your waist, “Please, you’ve been hopelessly in love with me for months.” He jokes, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, you let out a laugh thinking about what would happen if Miss Peregrine walked in and saw the two of you like this.

“True I’ve been in love with you since we became friends. Oh god could you imagine if Miss Peregrine walked in right now? I think she’s spontaneously combust!” Laughing at the thought of her, she almost had a heart attack when we were just sitting on the bed talking about books, Enoch chuckled at the thought.

Miss Peregrine would have a field day if she walked in on us right now, the two of looking utterly disheveled and naked under the sheets. His hands continued to roam all over your back, never getting tired of the feeling of your skin under his hands, “She’d have me banned from your room in an instant. And we both know you’d never get a moments peace from all of her questions.”

“Oh good lord that’s true, she’d make me wear a fucking nuns dress for the rest of my life I bet. I’d still be too sexy for you to resist if she did though”, you say absolutely cracking up at the thought, you check the clock and see that we all have breakfast in an hour so Enoch should probably go back to his room to get fixed and look less like he just had sex for the last 3 hours.

Enoch laughs, thinking about Miss Peregrine’s reaction to finding out about the two of you together. The thought was equal parts hilarious and terrifying. His hands stopped roaming for a moment as he looked down at you, “I could never stop wanting you, no matter how ugly your clothes are” He teased before looking at the clock, groaning when he saw what time it was. “Damn. I’ve gotta get back to my room before everyone else starts waking up”.

You let out a long dramatic sigh as he gets out of bed, wishing he could stay for longer but knowing it wasn’t possible, “Ok love, I’ll see you at breakfast, I have to figure out how I’m going to cover all of these hickeys anyways.” You say groaning looking at my reflection in the small hand mirror you keep next to my bed, you had hickeys and bite marks from the top of my neck to my thighs “You’re so luck you’re hot or I would kick your ass right now, I’m so dead if anyone sees these”, you say laughing.

Enoch laughed as he watched you look at all the marks he’d left on you. The sight of you covered in love bites and hickeys that he’d given you, only made him want to climb right back into the bed and keep leaving them on you, “Oh I definitely know just how lucky I am when it comes to you. And to be fair I can’t blame myself when you look so damn good with my marks all over you”, he teased as he finished getting back into his clothes.

You blush at his comment, and then remember that you’d also left a hickey on his neck and he’d seemed to not notice it. He comes over and gives you a kiss on the forehead before kissing you on the lips and quietly leaving your room, giggling as you watch him leave before getting out of bed myself, putting on a comfortable knee length dark blue dress and trying to cover the hickeys on your neck with makeup.

Gracie Abrams x Female Reader risk by gracie abrams

Summary : Gracie has a crush on u, and she's going crazy.

Warnings : wet dream? gracie is down bad, risk is about reader, suggestive.

note : this is kind of a parallel to "You came out of the blue like that.."