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viderose · 9 months
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he’s annoying, i don’t like him (he hasn’t given me as much attention lately)
#im fighting for my life out here#i feel so childish and annoying. like rationally ik i can’t have his undivided attention. but that doesn’t mean i don’t want it sometimes🥺#i think what actually is happening is that im worrying he’s about to ghost#i feel bad thinking that though. bc he seems like a very honest and mature person? with how he talks abt things i don’t think he would rly#ghost me after talking for this amount of time. but ya never can tell…. every time we don’t talk as much for a few days i get very nervous#and it’s weirdly quite difficult to push that worry out of my head. and then i get annoyed with myself for worrying about it to begin with#like i can’t control what he does so why worry about his hypothetical actions? i’ll deal w the consequences of them if or when they occur.#if we stop talking i’ll feel sad and i’ll miss him for a bit and then i’ll get over it. that’s all. it’s not that bad.#but anyway my point is we good#sometimes idk if id truly feel That sad. i think it depends how it ends.#or maybe i just don’t think anyone can hurt my feelings as much as the first person to hurt my feelings in a specific way#like you experience a loss or betrayal or grief - whatever - the first time and it’s all encompassing. it feels like it could genuinely kill#you it hurts so bad. and every subsequent loss or betrayal or grief you experience just isn’t the same? you barely flinch#maybe it’s because you learn to process those emotions better or maybe it’s keeping things at arm’s length as a protective measure#that means nothing hurts as much as the first thing#idk#this became a silly ramble#im just very attached to him and i miss him when he’s busy but also don’t want to ask too much for fear of being a nuisance or rejected :)#ykwim?#i miss him a lot
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iniquity-fr · 11 months
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kinda gettin the itch to downsize my lair/projects again tbh
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pallases · 1 year
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my robot is hashtag not working again
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tomiawka · 9 months
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rant
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malpractice-morale · 11 months
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fell from the horse again (luckily not against a fence post) but that’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back. she spooks too easy to ride (she afterwards spent 20 minutes absolutely terrified of my cap) and I don’t have the time to train her properly. girlie would need at least an hour of training every day to get her safe and rideable. and i don’t have the time. I have tried with what limited time I have for hobbies this past year and we have gotten nowhere. so despite this going against everything I believe in I’ll give up and look for a different horse (which really sucks bc I didn’t have to pay to ride this one, but also I have literally only sat on her back about 5 times in the last year and I WANT (need for my mental health) to actually ride a horse.) so she gets given up on, which hurts deeply because she is genuinely sweet and very sensitive and wants to work with you but since her owner won’t do anything with her when I am not there she’ll never get to the point where this could work out
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povlnfour · 3 days
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ੈ✩‧₊˚ CRASH LANDING (LN4)
pairing: lando norris x f!reader
summary: lando accidentally hits a stranger with his car — the internet can’t stop referring to it as a meet cute. (un)fortunately for lando, mclaren agree.
genre: comedy, fluffy
authors note: a continuation of the ending to beached! you don’t need to have read that to understand this, however it will give some insight to the mclaren matchmaker jokes <3 also in light of that, this is set a few races in the future! *oscarsgf user refers to the character in beached!
*faceclaim: keeahwah on ig (but please imagine her as you see fit!)
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user you are so unserious sir
user SOOOO IS THAT THE GIRL HE HIT BC
user no clue but she’s CUTE
oscarpiastri @/fia look here
landonorris i will literally remind your girlfriend of your murder attempts when you first met
user it’s giving meet cute
user i’d read a fic on it
yourusername you literally drove off BEFORE I WAS EVEN IN THE CAR
landonorris IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I WAS DISTRACTED
user ASSUMING THIS IS HER???
user @/user CLICKING ON HER ACCOUNT IT DEFINITELY IS
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user AS IF LANDO HIT THE HOTTEST PERSON IVE EVER SEEN
user nah this is actually a full meet cute i’m sorry this is the shit you see in romcoms
bestfriend still can’t believe you didn’t take compensation but accepted a lunch date instead
yourusername can you blame me
user @/yourusername oh girl no one can you are so real for that
friend1 wait till everyone finds out you’re only there for another 4 days
user WHAT. i can’t have them separated already😶
user parasocial relationship with lando ended y/n is my new idol now
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yourusername final days in heaven. i’ll miss so much about this place
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user wait she doesn’t live in monaco?? she’s leaving??? just after i’ve gotten attached to her and lando???
bestfriend please come back to visit asap i cannot go too long without my y/n cuddles
landonorris seconded
user um lando sir,,, seconded the whole thing? cuddles included?
user this cannot be the end of the meet cute i refuse to
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landonorris safe to say i’ve had a pretty good break between races
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user a whole post dedicated to her with THAT caption? oh yep they’re whipped
user please tell me y’all are going to stay in contact?
user my heart is shattering already
mclaren 🧡
user MCLAREN PLEASE YOU’VE DONE IT ONCE BEFORE
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o: safe to say you’ve had a pretty interesting break before this race
l: hey let me remind you what happened for you over winter break!
o: okay but i didn’t literally hit my girlfriend with my car!
l: oh so you finally asked her out officially?
o: stop deflecting!
l: okay okay! yeah safe to say i had a nice time. always need a bit of a change in life!
o: so how are things going now?
l: (awkwardly) well you know how it’s… yeah
o: ah i get it. quite literally been there done that got the t shirt. but hey you did say all that when i got my big moment about mclaren—
l: no no no don’t give them any ideas! they’re listening!]
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mclaren the boys are back! don’t forget to check out the new interview on our channel where lando and oscar talk all things hopes for the second half of the season, workouts and… girls?
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user mclaren. mclaren look at me. you know what you have to do
mclaren 👀
user when oscar asked him about y/n… i wanted to cry he looked so sad are things over between them?
oscarsgf @/oscarpiastri you’re such a gossip
oscarpiastri you love me for it
oscarsgf @/oscarpiastri you know what i’m thinking?
oscarpiastri @/oscarsgf plotting?
oscarsgf @/oscarpiastri plotting!
user what on earth is going on…
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user you are so ! gorgeous !
user i can see why lando is obsessed
user speaking of… where is our favorite brit in the likes☹️
oscarsgf pretty girl!!!
yourusername oh?!? thank u cutie!!!
user ^ oh their plotting is in progress???
mclaren you’d look good in orange👀🧡
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user WHO IS THE GIRL
user IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS
user PLEASE TELL ME THATS Y/N
user LOOK AT HER STORIES ITS DEFINITELY HER
user SOMEONE WHO IS THERE KEEP US UPDATED PLEASE
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yourusername i don’t know guys, do you think he’s cute?
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user OH MY GOD FINALLY
landonorris i will hit you with my car again
yourusername is that a challenge mr. norris?
landonorris @/yourusername oh you better run fast
yourusername @/landonorris well duh cause you don’t know how to do the speed limit
user i love them. i love them so much.
oscarsgf omg can we force the boys to do mclaren double dates
landonorris leave this comment section now
yourusername @/landonorris too late we’re already texting
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user THEYVE DONE IT AGAINNN
user new fav couple fr
oscarpiastri oh how quickly you all forget me
user @/oscarpiastri WE COULD NEVER
user clearly i need to work for mclaren to get a cute gf
oscarpiastri @/oscarsgf is the second photo giving you flashbacks as well
oscarsgf they’re stealing our thing
yourusername thank you for posting the nice park date photo of me
landonorris well in all the others you’re mid cartwheel
mclaren glad to be of service🧡 anyone else? @/patriciooward how are you doing?
landonorris i’m gonna stop you right there
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a/n: WELL. hello friends. i said i wasn’t gonna post a one shot for a while, then this happened. i just hope its up to standard! i’m a little rusty in my writing considering everything!
in regards to new works, gonna be working on getting my wips out soon, and maybe popping some new smaus out at the same time as they’re easy and quick-ish for me to work on considering everything going on! do forgive me if i do some random family orientated stuff — pregnancy hormones are giving me baby fever for everything (is it still baby fever if you’re having a baby?)
let me know your thoughts in the comments/reblogs/asks — i’ve missed talking to you all sm! i have anon emojis available if people wanna chat too🤍
for the first time in a very long time,,, love, giselle xx
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agaypanic · 2 months
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former theater kid as well !! maybe a story about regina with a gf in theater club ?
My Little Star (Regina George X Theater Kid!Reader)
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Summary: Your girlfriend comes to see you in your last high school show.
A/N: depending on which regina you’re envisioning with this, au where everyone has smartphones. post!mean girls regina bc then i wont feel too bad if she seems too ooc. ive been thinking a lot about romeo and juliet lately so the play is romeo and juliet teehee
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If you had told your younger self that at the end of your senior year, you’d be the leading star in your final show and be dating Regina George, she would’ve thought you were insane.
Yet here you were, getting ready for the opening night of Romeo and Juliet while your girlfriend spam-texted you words of encouragement.
Regina &lt;3
You’re gonna do so good, I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU!!!
I was gonna keep it a surprise until after the show, but I got your favorite 
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Unlocking your phone to respond, you were greeted with a picture of Regina sitting in the auditorium holding a large bouquet of your favorite flowers. She had a great big smile on her face, her eyes squinting from it. 
Your breath hitched. You knew Regina loved you, but the picture radiated her feelings of pride for you. It made you want to run out and smother her in affection.
Instead, you texted her back.
You
OMG you’re literally the sweetest Regina!!
I’ll be looking for you in the audience lol
Regina &lt;3
I’m sitting in the very center, so hopefully I’m easy to spot
Especially with this giant ass bouquet
You laughed at the message and soon got a tap on your shoulder from one of your friends, telling you places were in five minutes.
You
I have to go, we’re gonna start soon
But I’ll be looking for you :)) 
You waited until you saw a response from Regina before putting your phone in your bag.
Regina &lt;3
YOU’RE GONNA DO AMAZING
BREAK A LEG <3333
DON’T ACTUALLY BREAK A LEG THO
THAT’D BE BAD
I LOVE YOU!!!
Laughing at her stream of messages, you put your phone away and rushed out to your place. As much as you revel in the fact that you had a leading role, you were already waiting for the show to be over so you could see Regina.
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If you had to choose one, the death scene was probably your favorite. It was dramatic, which was always fun, and you got to stab yourself with a retractable blade.
“What’s here? A cup, closed in my true love’s hand?” You took the empty cup out of Romeo’s, whose real name was Jared, stiff hand, inspecting it. “Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end: O churl! Drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after?” You dropped the cup in distress, wondering what to do. Then your eyes fell on Jared’s lips, and you had a revelation. “I will kiss thy lips; Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, to make die with a restorative.”
You held his face gently in your hands and leaned down to kiss him. Every time you went through a kiss scene with Jared, you pretended it was Regina you were kissing. The passion seemed more authentic that way.
You pulled away, staring down at Jared.
“Thy lips are warm.” You said brokenheartedly. You were just barely too late. If only he had waited a while longer to drink the poison so you’d be awake to stop him.
“Lead, boy: which way?” You heard from offstage. 
“Yea, noise?” You looked toward the direction of the noise’s source in a panic. “Then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger!”
You grabbed Romeo’s dagger and raised it to the audience. And that’s when you caught a glimpse of Regina. Despite the room being dark and her being far away, you could feel her excitement as she watched. You had to stop yourself from smiling.
“This is thy sheath,” You say before shoving the dagger into your heart. You gasp a little and look up. To the audience, you could’ve been looking up to the heavens in your last moments. But you were doing your best to stare into Regina’s eyes that were fixated on you. “There rust, and let me die.”
With that, you fell on top of Jared’s body, doing your best not to crush him as you ‘died.’
The scene continued from there, and you did your best not to move. Your back was killing you from the long show, but eventually, it ended. When you came out for bows, you heard a particularly loud cheer, and you didn’t have to guess who it was. It made you smile even more, so much that your cheeks started getting sore.
When the bows were over, and the cast and crew were finding their friends and family in the audience, you ran to Regina. It was a bit difficult weaving through the crowd, especially in your costume, but eventually, you reached the blonde, who had her arms opened wide and ready to catch you.
“You were amazing!” Regina all but shouted in your ear as she hugged you, squeezing you tightly. “Absolutely showstopping. One day, you’ll be a famous actress.”
“You think too highly of me, Regina.” You said with a giggle, and you were sure that your reddening cheeks were showing through your heavy stage makeup.
You grabbed your girlfriend’s face and kissed her. It was a million times better than pretending you were kissing her instead of Jared when you were on stage. Regina’s hands dropped to your hips, pulling you close against her. When you let out a little moan, you knew you should pull away before you felt like you couldn’t turn back.
“These are for you,” Regina said before biting her slightly swollen lip, giving you the giant bouquet she had gotten for you. One thing about Regina was that she was never cheap.
“I love them.” You smiled, giving her a few pecks.
“Anything for you, my little star.” The nickname made you giddy, made you feel like you were the only ones in this gigantic room. “Now how about you go change, we get some food, and then you sleep over at my house?”
“That sounds perfect.” You kissed Regina again; it was like you were addicted to her lips. “I should go now. If I kiss you anymore, I’ll probably never leave.”
“I definitely wouldn’t complain,” Regina smirked, but agreed that you should go change. She turned you around by the shoulders and gave you a quick pat on the butt to send you on your way, laughing at the way you squealed in surprise.
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yourmidnightlover · 1 year
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needy
xavier thorpe x fem!reader
summary: reader gets xaviers attention and turns to tease him.
warnings: reader rides xavier, sub!xavier, kinda soft dom!reader, teasing hehehe, very soft and giggly aftercare at the end, its short and spicy and sweet
a/n: this is a shrot little smutty blurb with SUB XAVIER bc he totally is. and the votes on my next actual fic has turned to be make up smut SO this is to compromise. we get subby xavier, and make up smut. win-win!
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it had started innocently, you wanting more attention as he was playing his game, but once you started kissing his neck you knew he was done for.
now, here you were riding him in his gaming chair, his headset long since forgotten on the desk and his game still going in the background.
“god, you feel so good,” you groaned in his ear as your hips stilled on his dick.
“please,” he whimpered, his fingers definitely leaving bruises to be seen tomorrow. you loved it when he got so needy, even though it started with you needing him more.
“please what, love?” you tilted his chin up to face you. “use your words for me,” you leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. the way his chased after yours as you pulled away made you chuckle.
“please, i need you,” he began massaging your thigh with one hand, letting his other trail up to your waist. “i need you so bad. please?”
“what do you want me to do?” you attached your lips to his neck. you just loved how flustered he got when you were all over him. his subtle huffs of breath along with the whimpers that would leave his mouth.
“move?” his hips were rutting up into you, as little as he could without it being too obvious. he hated getting in trouble for being impatient. “please! please, i’ll do anything for you. i just-you just feel so good. and i-oh god, please?"
"you're so cute when you beg," you nipped at his earlobe, his hips rutting sharply into your own. "aww, such an eager guy you are, huh?"
he threw his head back, practically gasping for air as he was gripping your skin to ground himself. you began to roll your his into his, not lifting at all, simply grinding. "oh god," his head flew forward onto your shoulder where he pressed lazy, open-mouthed kisses. "thank you, fuck, thank you."
you put your hands on his shoulders as you started lifting your hips, waiting a second before slamming them back down to meet his. you repeated this until he began to whine in your ear even more, his voice getting louder with each movement.
"can i touch you?" he was practically drooling. "please?"
"go ahead, xay," you grabbed the hand that was on your thigh and brought it to your clit. "can you make me feel good?"
"yes," he nodded eagerly as his eyes met with your still clothed chest. "can-can i...?"
"you wanna play with them?" you awed at his shy nature. it only really came out when you were vulnerable like this, or when you were just alone with each other. "go ahead, take off my shirt."
"really?" a smile graced his face, his eyes lighting up fervently as he obeyed your orders. "you're so perfect."
your heart always warmed at his complements, even at times like these when you were getting naked in front of him. you could always tell he meant what he said.
"you can touch," you nodded at him before he connected his mouth with your nipple, his tongue keeping the same rhythm as his fingers on your clit. "just-just like that, xay. holy fuck," you felt your climax building quicker as he switched to your other breast, letting his free hand massage the neglected one. "always such a good boy for me. my good boy."
"mhmm," his hips rutted into yours once more. "'m close," his voice seemed wary.
"don't worry, me too," you ran your hand through his hair, getnly tugging so he would look at you. a smile was adorning your face before you connected your lips sloppily with his, "just keep going, baby. just like that."
you could practiclly feel his dick twitching inside of you, "i-i'm about to cum, where-"
"inside of me, xay," you ordered as you held onto his face with both hands. "cum inside of me."
"oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," his hips were jackhammering into yours as his fingers only sped up on your clit, sending you over the edge with you. "holy shit, you're so tight! christ, yes!"
"so good, xay," you were still tugging on his hair as you fucked each other through your highs. "so fucking SHIT!" your body was spasming as his came down from his high, giving him the opportunity to hold onto you with his free arm, still working you through your orgasm with his fingers.
"you're perfect," xavier repeated as you slumped against his chest. "so fucking perfect," his fingers were stroking your back, likely drawing some random picture on it.
"right back atcha," you laughed as you winced slightly, his dick still moving from each movement.
"sorry," he helped you stand and get off of his chair.
your legs were extremely wobbly, so you let him do most of the work for you as he guided you to the bathroom. he dampened a washcloth to wipe off both releases from yours and his thighs, laughing at your hissing from the sensitivity.
"hey," you nudged his shoulder. "i'm sensitive, asshole."
"oh, i know," he nodded with a shit-eating grin. "i mean, you were spasming on my dick not even ten minutes ago, so..."
"y'know what?" you snatched the washcloth from his hands. "i can clean myself up," you rose your brows with attitude before he simply picked you up from the bathroom counter altogether.
"nope," he shook his head as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "i get to take care of you. you can't walk."
"it's not my fault your dick is big," you poked his cheeks as they began to blush. he dropped you on the bed a bit haphazardly before crossing his arms as he stood in front of you. "hey," you drew out the word, reaching to grab his hand. "you're not gonna leave your girl high and dry without cuddles all night, are you?" you pouted, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes.
"i like your cuddles too much for that," he plopped on the small bed beside you, loving it all too much when you curled into his chest. "so this is really just a selfish act on my end."
"we could call it mutually beneficial," you shrugged as you pulled the blankets over both of your bodies. you took a moment to breath him in. for some reason he smelled so good after sex. maybe it was the hormones that just draws you to him, but whatever it is you hoped it never stopped happening. "i love you."
"i love you," xavier pressed a kiss to your forehead. you felt his smile. "you're my favorite person. you're my person."
"i'm your person," you agreed. "you're my person."
"goodnight, my love," his raspy, sleepy voice proclaimed.
"goodnight, xay."
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kombuuuu · 9 months
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ONGOMG I saw a Tiktok and it has Miles webbing up your hand while hand holding bc he’s so clingy and I can def imagine it 🥺
Also particularly weak for Pavitr doing the “pinky finger hook” thingy instead of hand holding bc he’s too much of a cutie
OWHHHH MYYYY GOD ANON IM INSANE FOR THESE MEN!!!!
1610 would SOOO web you together omg that’s such a cute headcanon. He’d be the type to grab the straps of your bag, or the bottom of your shirt just so he doesn’t get lost in crowds — or vise versa.
if he couldn’t web you, like you guys were in a civilian setting — hed sooo get you guys those bracelets that like connect to one another,, not the magnet ones, but the ones that clip. so there’s actually no way you could leave his grasp
he’s so clingy it’s unbelievable, you makes jokes with him about getting those leash backpacks at this point
he gets one — spiderman themed.
“Miles Morales, what the hell is that.”
“It’s… a gift?”
“I’m not putting that on.”
“Conejita, please!”
“That’s humiliating!”
“I think it’s romantic.”
“You’re insane!”
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“Miles! How long does this last?!”
“Oh about two hours., why?”
“I have class in 40!”
“Oh… Skip?”
“I swear on my momma—“
“Okay— okay, i’ll find the dissolvant >:(“
42 is more obvious with his attachment. not only holding your hand, but is a huuuuge fan of you linking your arm with his,, he gets so flattered when you hold his arm, subtly flexing under your hands while you hug his bicep to your chest
when it’s not that — a hand around your waist is a given. or maybe he’d be the type to do the cliche ‘hand in your back pocket’ just to be cheesy
we all know he’s a goofy bitch he’s just in denial
“Ma, C’mere.”
“Wh— Yeah, what’s wrong?”
“Pay attention to me.”
“Miles I’m talking to—“
“I don’t care >:|.”
“You’re being so subtle.”
“Shush, I like showin’ you off.”
“Pff.. Whatever.”
“Pout all you want mamas, I know you love it.”
Pavitr, my boy my love
god he would SO link pinkies with you
he’d see you getting all nervous around his family and just hook his pinky around yours. sending you a cute reassuring smile
he’d give you goofy grins when you walked like that in public, and if you walked in front of him, he’d grab your belt loop, trying to match his feet with yours so he didn’t bump into anyone
ALSO ALSO !!!! he’d be the type to not want to let go at all for anything, so he’d just try and do tasks with one hand
and if your holding his dominant, he’ll fumble around trying to do things and watch you giggle
you’ll kiss the tip of his nose and tell him to finish up while letting go of him, and he’ll pout and grumble but eventually get things done quicker — so he can get back to you
“Baby, just let go for a second.”
“No, I’m doing fine, Thithli!”
“Pav.”
“Mmm, fine fine. Whatever It’s not like i’m sad about it or anything.”
“Your pouting.”
“You’re laughing!”
“I’m sorry!!”
“My heart is shattered.” :C
“Oh— I’m done. Yippee!” C:
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kaciidubs · 6 months
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Hiii i’m new here so let me guide you through my chan brain rot so you can decide if this request is worth it or not☝️🤓
Ok so i’ve been thinking about bff Chan picking up fem swimmer!reader from late night practice and getting there a bit early so she’s still in the pool. He gets horny seeing her legs (i’m a simp for swimmers’ legs IM SO SOREY) and soaking wet and they fuck in the dressing room (just bc i think pool sex is too messy but this part is wtv for me).
Honestly i just think Chan is such a but/legs guy, i imagine him going insane between them and fucking the mc so hard to fulfill his horny and sentimental needs towards her.
- 🎃 (pumpkin anon if i may??)
Swim Practice
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Oh lovely, I've got Chan brain rot 24/7 so let's get into it!!! And of course you can be pumpkin nonie! Sorry it took me so long! 💕
❣ Summary: Chris, your best friend who picks you up after late night swim practices. Chris, your best friend who might just have a thing for your legs. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 1.2k ❣ Warnings: Smut, fluff, slight humor, unprotected sex, slight public sex [locker room], slight leg kink [Chris], Reader knows how to swim, Reader is also kinda sassy, Chris being a slightly annoying best friend [lovingly] ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Chan is referred to as Chanstopher, Channie, and Chris, Reader is referred to as Littlest Mermaid and Baby, Chris' dad is mentioned once ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist
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Littlest Mermaid 🪸: Channie! You’re still free to pick me up after practice, yeah? Chanstopher🐺: Yeah, I’ve got you Chanstopher🐺: What time do you get out again? Littlest Mermaid 🪸: I’ve got the place booked till 10 Chanstopher🐺: Late practice again? Littlest Mermaid 🪸: Mhm- Mr. Bahng told me I could since all the little kiddos are in their summer lessons Littlest Mermaid 🪸: I owe you big time I swear!! Chanstopher🐺: Yeah yeah, I’ll see you later!
Chris checked the text chat one last time as he pulled open the door to the community center, checking the time at the top of the screen - 9:34 PM, sure he was a bit early, but there was no way you were actually using the whole reservation time.
You and Chris had been best friends since he accidentally pushed you into the pool during your beginner swim lessons, and when he tried to help you out, you’d used all your 9-year-old strength to pull him in instead - from then on, you both have been attached to the hip. Where he was taking swimming lessons to compete in the local swim meets, you were taking swimming lessons because it was either that or gymnastics, according to your parents.
Still, despite your differing reasons for being in the swim classes - proudly led by his parents - you two managed to turn an unfortunate meeting into a friendship that would stand the test of time; from supporting him in his swim meets to supporting him in award shows, you remained a constant in his life.
Of course, he did his best to reciprocate the same support through sending you a wall of text when he learned you’d be taking up swim meets casually in your own division, and staying up late to watch the recordings of said swim meets that his mom and sister sent on your behalf. 
It was only when he went home one time two years ago that the tradition of him picking you up from late practices began; one surprise pop-up turning into him being your designated ride for as long as he was in Australia.
Walking down the all-too-familiar halls, the smell of chlorine slowly seeped into the air before he reached the double doors of the pool room, various warnings and rule lists plastered across the front. He pushed through the doors, the sound of splashing water proving him wrong as he spotted your form floating in the shallow end - eyes closed and limbs splayed out like a starfish, most likely relaxing after a few laps.
Smirking to himself, Chris snuck toward the edge of the pool you were closest to before bending down, putting his hand in the slightly cold water, and splashing water in your direction - laughing as you slipped back into wading.
“What the actual-?!” Wiping your face free of the droplets - ironically making your face even wetter in the process - your fiery glare landed on a familiar face, “Christopher! What the hell was that for?!”
“You looked too peaceful,” he taunted, tongue peaking out of the side of his mouth before a cheeky grin brightened his features.
You rolled your eyes, dipping your hand in the water before flicking some water back in his direction, “Oh whatever - what’re you doing in here anyways? You usually wait outside.”
He shrugged, “I didn’t think you’d still be in the pool - figured I’d just come in and wait this time, haven’t been inside since last year, you know?”
Puffing your cheeks, you waded your way over to the edge before resting your arms on the tiles, “I guess.. Give me one final lap then we can head out, okay?”
“Knock yourself out - we’re still on for Hungry Jacks after, yeah?”
“Of course! There’s no way I’d pass up food after a practice - or food in general.”
With that, he watched as you shuffled your way through the deep end before swimming toward the other half of the pool where they kept laned off for swim meets.
He had to admit, part of him missed competing and the rush of adrenaline when the buzzer went off and all he had to think about was ‘go’, but watching you set up for a lap made that bitterness just a bit sweeter - knowing that you were able to grow from a kid who claimed swimming like a frog was the best form, to earning a few medals in the breaststroke and butterfly stroke category.
The sound of splashing broke him from his reverie, his eyes locking onto your form as you broke into a breaststroke - simple, effective, a good choice to leave off with after hours of practicing with almost perfect technique.
By the time you had turned to finish out your lap, he was already walking toward the pool chair that had your towel draped over your bag, snatching the cloth in preparation for your grand exit.
Oh, how grand it was.
What he wouldn’t give to be the beads of water dripping down the curve of your hips and thighs, skin glistening under the fluorescent lights of the pool room as you pulled yourself out of the pool with hard-earned strength.
Now that you were up close, he could finally notice how your bathing suit was snugly hugging your shape, each bead of water acting like glitter to catch his eye effortlessly - well, almost effortlessly, as he thrusted the towel in your direction without a moment’s notice.
“Uh- Here!”
You took the towel gratefully, shooting him an earnest smile as you took the time to wipe down your arms and chest, “Thanks - just give me a second to rinse off and change, then we can head out.”
Chris meant to answer you, truly he did, but all thoughts of a reply fizzled out into nothing as his eyes began the exciting trail down your body once more - god, he never noticed how wonderfully shaped you were until now, especially your legs.
Curvy, sculpted, from your thighs to your calves, he could only imagine how strong they were - how they’d feel wrapped around his head.
He was a simple man, if he found someone attractive, it was because of a multitude of things, but those legs - your legs, were making him feel like he was a teenager going through puberty again.
“Channie?”
His eyes snapped up to yours, immediately clocking the sparkle of humor mixing with something unfamiliar - it made his stomach flip.
“I could use some help getting out of my bathing suit, if you don’t mind?”
Of course, as a great best friend, who was he to deny you help when you asked?
He could only assume that he was an even greater best friend from the way you were quivering underneath him, your hands holding onto the edge of the towel-covered bench for stability as he fucked you into next week.
“Fuck, look at you,” he groaned, one hand keeping your right leg pressed against his chest while the other gripped your hip, bathing suit laid in a wet heap somewhere along with his sweats and underwear. “You’ve got no clue how many times I’ve dreamt of this.”
Your cunt clenched around him, a shuddering moan falling from your lips as you nodded, “S-Same- fuck, wanted you so bad, Chris- E-Every time you visit.”
“You-” An incredulous scoff escaped him, lips pulling into a cocky smirk, “You waited until now to make a move? Baby, I could’ve been fucking this sweet pussy ages ago?”
You wanted to reply, maybe offer him an apology of some sorts, but his thrusts didn’t let up and the sight of him ducking his head down to press a fleeting kiss to your ankle made your brain evaporate.“It’s fine - we can make up for lost time, yeah?” Dropping his hand to the back of your knee, he pushed your leg up to your torso, mirroring the act with his other hand and your other leg, “After here, after Hungry Jacks, I’m spending the rest of the night with you, between these gorgeous legs of yours.”
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mountttmase · 1 year
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No idea if you’re up for this but your smut it always spot on so this is me requesting for the first time. Kind of like mason doing some kind of no nut november thing, so he hasn’t had any relief in weeks and get hard pretty easily and it constantly in a bad mood bc of it. You know that so when he’s cooking dinner you hug him from behind, innocently at first before using the chance to dip your hand in his joggers and stroke him and he wants to fight you but it feels too good? It’s okay if you won’t write it, but I still wanted to ask :)
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I Won’t Tell If You Don’t
Note - Okay but I actually love this request 😂 this was so fun to write so thank you for sending it to me and for your kind words 💕 please let me know what you think
Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader
Word count - 3.8k
Warnings - smut and fluff
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‘No nut November? Im sorry, Mase what the hell are you on about?’
‘We’re all trying it at chels’ he shrugged as he sat besides you in the sofa, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and bringing him into you a little bit.
‘What? Like some weird bonding thing? What are you 13?’ Mason just laughed at your grumpiness, kissing your head lightly as you kept your eyes on the tv. ‘You could of told me before today, at least then we could of made last night a bit more special’ you grumbled, thinking back to the drunken quickie you and Mason had the night before when you got home from Kai’s Halloween party. Today was November the 1st and you felt like you hadn’t had any time to prepare.
‘We’re trying to practice self control’
‘Well it’s stupid’
‘You’re just moody cause you think you won’t be getting any for a month’ he teased and you rolled your eyes at his cockiness. ‘Don’t worry, baby. I’ll still take care of you’ he whispered, kissing your neck gently as you felt your skin erupt in goosebumps. ‘I can still still use my mouth and my tongue, and my fingers’ he promised you, shifting you over into his lap so you were straddling his legs. ‘And these’ he laughed, tapping his thighs. ‘You know you can use me whatever way you want to get yourself off’
You couldn’t believe how easily he seemed to get you in these positions and you weren’t exactly complaining, his words sending a pool of heat to your underwear as you thought about all the other ways he could still please you but you couldn’t lie, you loved him being inside you the most.
‘But I want you Masey, I wanna feel you’ you breathed before attaching your lips to his and he groaned into your mouth at your words and the feeling of you grinding down onto him.
‘You can have me soon yeah? I promise it won’t be long’ he persuaded you, his voice slightly strained before he attached his lips back on to yours. You let the kiss get a little bit hot and heavy before stopping it, standing up to see the tent that was clearly visible in his grey joggers and he whimpered at the loss of contact.
‘You really think you can put up with this for a whole month?’ You asked, cocking your brow and crossing your arms but he just closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths.
‘I am the master of my own body’ he whispered but you were over all of it so with one final huff you marched upstairs to take a cold shower. If that’s how he wanted to to play it then fine, but you never promised you’d make it easy for him.
After your shower you got into bed, no longer wanting to talk to him about it so you picked up your book instead and got settled. You were only about five pages in when he entered your bedroom, clearly wondering where you were as he looked at you with a pout.
‘What you doing up here?’ He asked, crawling in next to you and laying his head on your lap.
‘Just reading my book’ you told him with a shrug and he gave you a small nod. You both were quiet after that, him letting you read whilst he lay there, his eyes shutting as soon as your fingers made their way into his hair on instinct.
‘Which drawer do you keep all your nice underwear in, love?’ He suddenly said in a soft voice and you looked down to find him looking up at you with gentle eyes
‘The second one down on the right, why?’
‘I’m putting a lock on it. Granny pants from now on yeah? In fact, I don’t wanna see you in your underwear at all. I’m gonna buy you a onsie I think’ he mused and you huffed whilst rolling your eyes, not thinking anything of it until he was up and inspecting the drawer and how he might me able to keep it closed.
‘You realise all of this is no good for you right? It’s healthy to cum, Mase’ you told him, placing your book down but he didn’t acknowledge what you said. In the end you left him to it, putting your book down so you could go to sleep in hopes this was all some weird dream.
However, unfortunately for you this seemed to be a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from. Mason was deadly serious and it had been four days since he’d told you about his plan and to say you were frustrated as hell was an understatement. Obviously he’d told you he would still sort you out if you needed him to but you felt weird about the whole thing.
You knew Mason loved to make you feel good, always putting your pleasure before his but that didn’t mean you were selfish about it. You loved having Mason in the palm of your hand, knowing it was you making him feel that way and you making those pretty noises fall from his lips.
You weren’t sure how much more you could take though, and when he got home the next day you had to stop yourself from asking him to do something as soon as he walked through the door.
You somehow made it through the evening and when you joined him in bed you were quick to press your back up to his chest and wiggle your bum into his crotch.
‘I wondered how long you could keep that up for’ he laughed and even though you couldn’t see him you wanted to wipe that smug smile right off his face. You were desperate for him to touch you though so you let him carry on. ‘What do you want, gorgeous?’
‘You know what I want’
‘Okay then, what’s the second thing you want?’ He chuckled, his hands gripping at your hips playfully as he kissed your neck lightly ‘Come on, tell me’
‘I just want you to make me cum’ you breathed, and you felt him groan into your neck. His lips stayed where they were, kissing and sucking away as he moved his hand down to you thigh, hooking it up and over his own so he had better access to you before he gently pushed your underwear to the side so he could drag his fingers up your folds. You couldn’t help but moan contently into the air as his hands explored your body, slowly pulsing his fingers inside of you and bringing your high to the surface as quickly as he could. Because you had been thinking about him all day, it wasn’t long before you were there and you could tell he was cocky about it, but you could also feel him hard against your bum and you were hoping he’d forget his little commitment and go all the way.
You were wrong though, as soon as he’d ridden you through your high and made sure you were okay, he was up and in the bathroom so he could take a cold shower before returning to you so you could warm him up with your cuddles.
You weren’t sure why, you you were left feeling unsatisfied. Yes you’d got what you wanted technically but it didn’t feel like the full experience you were hoping for. And that’s how the days and weeks went on, him making sure you got what you needed but you never got him fully. It felt like you were in an endless cycle of foreplay, never quite making it to the main event and no matter what you tried he wouldn’t budge.
Failing to find something to lock your underwear drawer up with, you came home one night to find he’d taped a cross over the front with black and yellow caution tape to discourage you from opening it and you would of been mad if it wasn’t for the fact he’d brought you matching onesies that he looked pretty adorable in and seemed excited by.
You ignored his tape, making sure to wear the sexiest underwear you could find under your onesie so he got a little show when you took it off before bed. You loved the way his eyes lit up as he took you in before he made you see stars with his mouth or his fingers or when he was feeling particularly cheeky he’d make you ride his thigh just so you could look him in the eye as you used him.
But still, he didn’t once break and if you weren’t so annoyed at him, you’d probably be impressed. That didn’t stop him from getting hard at the drop of a hat though and his mood was spiralling as each day passed. He was 17 days in when he snapped at you for not grabbing his favourite cookies in the weekly shop, storming off upstairs and leaving you to pack everything away on your own with tears in your eyes.
He came back about 15 minutes later and you stood sniffling with your back to him before he slowly made his way over, hugging you from behind and kissing you shoulder gently.
‘Sorry baby’ he whispered into your neck and you shivered as his nose grazed the side of your ear. ‘I didn’t mean it I’m just a bit frustrated’ he told you and you sighed as you lent into his body, wiping your eyes as you tried to get your bottom lip to stop wobbling.
It was soon day 24 and you weren’t sure if you could survive the rest of the month with him like this. Always walking round with a permanent sour face and a persistent boner. You knew it must of been difficult and maybe you were being a bit harsh on him so you decided to drop the constant teasing and help him ride out the last days.
You returned home that evening to find Mason in the kitchen, his back to you as he was was stirring a pot on the stove completely oblivious to your presence. He was standing there in just his joggers, his top half bare and you wondered how he hadn’t managed to burn himself yet. You didn’t mind though, taking the time to appreciate the way his joggers hugged his bum so perfectly and the way the muscles flexed under his skin as he moved his arms.
You were desperate, and you knew he was too but he was just too stubborn to admit it. You also knew he wanted to make it to the end of the month so you shook the thoughts from your head and approached him carefully, wrapping your arms around his waist and kissing his back when he jumped slightly at your touch.
‘Sorry baby’ you whispered, continuing to kiss along his exposed skin as he little out a little chuckle.
‘That’s alright, I didn’t know you were in. You okay back there?’ He asked and you could sense the smile in his voice.
‘I’m fine’ you mused, following the path of moles and freckles that adorned his back before nestling your nose in between his shoulder blades.
You could feel his abs fluttering under your fingertips which made you let out a content sigh. You loved Masons body and you loved how it reacted to your touch so quickly.
‘You feel kinda cold, bubs. Are you alright?’ You whispered into his skin and you smiled as you felt him shudder, your words clearing having an effect on him.
‘I’m a little chilly but I’ll live’ he chuckled so you began running your hands over his skin to try and warm him up a bit. You couldn’t ignore the faint moan that fell from his lips at your touches, the sound making want to clench your thighs together as it had been so long since you’d heard it.
You didn’t mean to, but you felt your fingers dip lower than they should of, brushing against the growing tent in boxers but he didn’t move or push you off. If anything his moans only encouraged you to touch him more until you eventually dipped your hand into his joggers to find there weren’t any boxers there at all.
You didn’t say a word, just carried on stroking him and kissing his back as he grew harder in your hand. It was like you were both in this lust filled haze where you’d forgotten about everything else, just the feel of each other after so long.
Mason was stood perfectly still, the pan he was once stirring was now bubbling over so you quickly switched the hob off and took the spoon out of his hand to place it on the side.
‘Masey, I won’t tell if you don’t’ you whispered into his neck and you smiled as you felt him shudder. ‘Just let me baby, I’ll make you feel so good I promise’
He didn’t say yes, but he also didn’t say no so you gently turned him to you and the look in his eyes told you everything you needed. You took his hand and led him out of the kitchen and straight over to the sofa and he was following behind you like a lost puppy.
Before he sat down, you tugged his joggers down his legs before pushing on his shoulders to make him sit. His eyes were on you the whole time as you knelt down on the floor between his knees, kissing over his thighs before you took him in your hand again.
‘Baby I really shouldn’t’ he breathed, shutting his eyes as he rested his head back on the sofa. You thought he was about to tell you to stop but when you felt him pull your hair up in his hands so it was out of your face you realised he wanted it. ‘Just go slowly for me, yeah?’ He asked and you nodded gently before taking him into your mouth.
You were ready to give him the best blow job of your life but you knew he’d enjoy it anyway since it had been so long for him. You did as he asked though, keeping things steady and slow and from the noises coming from him and the grip on your hair, you knew he was in heaven right now.
‘Fuck I’ve missed that pretty little mouth of yours baby’ he breathed, eyes shut as his head was forced back. ‘Always so good for me, aren’t you?’
‘Mhmm’ you hummed around him, the added vibrations clearly too much for him as he pulled you off by your hair and you wiped your mouth as he looked down at you with crazed eyes.
‘Jesus Christ, I nearly cum right there and then’ he breathed and you took the opportunity to start removing your clothes as he took himself in his hand and watched you, stopping every so often when he ‘d gone too far until you were completely naked and he beckoned for you to come and sit on his lap.
‘I wanna fuck you so bad but I know I’m not gonna last more than ten seconds inside you’ he admitted with a slight chucked but you were ready for him.
‘I don’t care, we’ll just have to go again’ you told him, kissing along his jaw. ‘How about we run up and have a shower together? Less mess that way’ You suggested and he squeezed your hips in agreement before pushing you up from his lap.
‘Go get it running, I’ll be up in a second yeah?’
‘Okay’ you whispered, kissing him quickly before dashing to your en-suite. You got the shower going quickly and only a few minutes later was he joining you, walking to wards you with his bottom lip between his teeth.
Without a word, you turned away from him and pressed you body against the cold tiled wall, parting your legs as an invitation and you moaned out bit when you felt his hands run down your back and pinch your bum cheeks.
He lined himself up with you before slowly pushing himself in, the pair of you letting out a sigh of relief as you felt each other finally after all these weeks. His hands that were resting on your waist moved around to your front before they parted. His right hand traveling down to where you needed him whilst his left traveled up to you neck, holding you at the base of your throat as he tightened his grip ever so slightly and pulled your body up to press against him as he thrusted into you slowly.
‘Fuck baby, if I ever suggest doing this again, please tell me how fucking stupid I am’ he whined and you smiled at his words, hands pressed up against the tiles as you tried not to loose your balance.
‘Gladly’ you chucked but the hand tightening around your throat made you gasp.
‘God I wanna fuck you so hard but I don’t wanna cum too quick, you feel so fucking good baby you have no idea’
‘I do’ you managed you chock out, overwhelmed by the way he was filling you so perfectly and hitting the spot you needed him too
‘Fuck’ he groaned, thrusting into you as fast as he could for a few seconds before he quickly pulled out and spilled himself onto your bum. His hands were back on your waist as his forehead come to rest on your back and he quickly washed himself off of you. ‘Sorry, love. I couldn’t hold it’ he laughed as you turned to face him with a smile to let him know it was okay.
‘Don’t worry about it, just make sure you’re ready again soon’ you winked and his face turned from embarrassed to cocky immediately, cupping your jaw as he backed you up against the wall so he could kiss you again. The warm water tricking over the pair of you relaxed you and when he placed his thigh in between yours you couldn’t help but rock your hips over him to keep the feeling between your legs alive. It didn’t take long for you to feel him harden against your thigh and you knew he was ready for round two.
‘Baby can we get on the bed?’ He asked pulling away and turning the water off. You chucked at his pout and pulled him back to you but he was looking down at you with a twinkle in his eye.
‘We’re all wet, Mase. We’ll soak the bed and then we’ll have to sleep in it’
‘Well let’s go to one of the guest rooms then’ he suggested, grabbing your hand and leading you across the hall and into the first room he came too.
‘You’re absolutely nuts’ you chuckled as he pulled you onto the bed with him, slotting you into his side as he hovered over you. He didn’t say anything, just kissed you immediately before his hand travelled to your clit, still wet from the shower as he traced lazy circles over it until you were bucking up into him.
‘Such a needy girl’ he whispered into your mouth before getting himself in position, resting your thighs on his forearms so you were practically bent in half when he lent over you. Again his pace was slow but you loved getting to feel every inch of him invade you as he looked down at you with lust filled eyes. ‘Do you know how hard it’s been? Touching you, tasting you, making you cum and then just leaving you?’ He groaned, pulling you legs up over his shoulders and holding your hands by your head. ‘I don’t know how I’ve lasted this long without you but it’s never happening again’
‘Faster, please Mase I want more of you’ you whimpered, trying to meet his movements but he was trying to drag it out, trying to remember this feeling so he’d know he couldn’t be away from you this long again. He did as you asked though, pounding into you deliciously and you held onto the bed sheets Your eyes were on his face but his were closed, clearly lost in the moment but you wanted to see him, to let him know how much you’d missed this. ‘Masey, please look at me’ you whined and his eyes flew to yours before he dropped your legs to back around his waist so he could rest his forehead on yours.
‘Fuck, I love you so much’ he breathed and you felt a shiver run up your spine at the way he was looking at you.
‘I love you too’ you whispered before he really started to pound into you, his fingers finding your clit so he could help you along before you wake around him which caused him to do the same shortly after. He collapsed to the side of you but bought you into his aroma fairly quickly, holding you tight and kissing your head.
‘I really wanted to make it to the end’ he whispered and you pulled back to look at his pouty face.
‘I know you did. But it’s not healthy and you were a right grump’ you laughed, kissing his jaw as he gave you an annoyed look. ‘But like I said, we can keep this between us, no one needs to know’
‘Yeah I know but it won’t feel right’ he huffed, trailing his finger up and down your back lightly. ‘Damn you for being so irresistible’
‘Sorry baby’ you chuckled, kissing his cheek a few times before he turned his head so you could kiss him properly. ‘I’m impressed you went as long as you did, and yeah you might not of gone all the way but at least we got some cute onesies out of it’
'I do like the onsies. he agreed, pulling you into him even more. 'How about we hop back in the shower so we can get you clean and warmed up again so we can put them back on and i'll finish making dinner, yeah?'
'Sounds perfect' you told him. Thankful his little experiment was over and you now had your favourite person back.
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ineylesian · 10 months
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FEVER DREAM.
MIGUEL O’HARA X FEM! READER
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— AO3 | EVENT
— WORD COUNT | 1.2k
— WARNINGS | smut, mentions of wounds, fem anatomy used, penetration (f), cumming inside, overstimulation, biting (you see those fangs), blood kink (??), oral asphyxiation, light choking.
— SUMMARY | you often find yourself waiting for miguel to come home.
— AUTHOR’S NOTE | posted nothing on my to do list bc ATSV has taken ahold of all of my thoughts. miguel is actually so fine i just had to hop on it
— SPANISH TO ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS ARE BELOW EACH PARAGRAPH.
THIS WORK IS MEANT TO BE WRITTEN IN AN ADULT READER’S POINT OF VIEW. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
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You knew the deal. Nine words spoken in a nonformal contract to you the first time Miguel clawed his way into your apartment, bloodied and bruised.
“I cant promise you I’ll come home, mi alma.”
And you knew the words after that, too.
“… but I can promise you that I will die trying, with you in my thoughts, always.”
That night, he sat you down. Made you swear that you would never get too attached. Being a superhero in New York was a lethal deal, and you had to be prepared for anything— everything. Miguel wouldn’t stand the thought of breaking your heart, at least without warning, so he forced you to seal it, everything you loved about him buried away in the depths of your mind.
Yet, human emotion was the victor concerning the inner workings of your heart. And, when he comes home, every little detail of that contract you made shatters.
Miguel treads the glass of your longing heart with fatigued steps, focused on nothing but the sweet capture of your embrace. You feel as if he is a gift sent from the heavens themselves, gazing upon shades of brown that reflect tawny in the light. The light stubble he grew scratches against your jaw as he draws thick sighs of relief, and you feel as if you’re in a fever dream, hands tiredly fumbling for your belt as you sing your praises of his return.
And still, nights like those are a rarity. The words he uttered to you years ago float through your head like a lost prayer, and you’re left lost in the shadow of his absence.
You often find yourself waiting for Miguel to come home. Through all four seasons, the same spot on the couch awaits you night after night, TV static spitting dull reflections of the world outside as you stare up at the ceiling. Some nights, you wonder if he’s finally met his maker and run short of luck.
You still wait. Days turn into weeks, and weeks turn into months. Just as you’re about to lose hope, he returns, just the same as you remember. Suit roughed up, gashes and cuts adorning his skin. He’s nonchalant to the fact, sultry eyes staring you down— a look that you know is just for you. Your fingers find homage in the roots of your hair, brushing thick, unruly strands from his gaze. A little longer than you remember.
“Qué bueno verte, tesorito.” He mumbles, tracing his teeth against your neck as he picks at your skin. “Te extrañé.”
[“IT’S GOOD TO SEE YOU, TREASURE. I’VE MISSED YOU.”]
You hum, eagerly latching around the collar of his suit as he pulls your shirt off. Heat trails along your thighs as his bare hands run along them, dipping his head to kiss you while his index finger loops around your panties. He tastes lightly of cedar and pine, and you smile against his lips as the familiarly of him settles deep within your chest.
“I’ve been thinking about you, day and night.” His voice is just above a whisper, fingers dragging along the slick folds of your pussy. “Couldn’t wait to come home and…”
His sentence trails off into a hitch in his throat, blinking slow at the sight of you, practically drooling for him. His fingers swipe lazily at your bud, kicking the rest of his suit off before snaking over you. You’re panting lightly, face tinted in a dusted pink as he strokes his cock, teeth lightly tugging at his lips as he does so.
“Don’t tease me, Miguel.” You complain, softly pinching his arm. “I want you, now.”
He huffs in amusement, lips perking up in a smile.
“You haven’t changed a bit, cariño.”
[“HEART.”]
The shift of his hips is sudden, and you gasp at the sudden intrusion of his cock filling up your hole. A heavy breath escapes you as he struggles to push his way fully inside, hands planted firmly on your sides, head just inches from yours. Sensing your discomfort, Miguel peppers kisses over your lips, seemingly making the way he bullies his way into your walls more bearable.
“So pretty, mi alma.” His words are soft, flowing in both ears as he draws himself back. “Sé que puedes tomarlo, breathe.”
[“MY SOUL. YOU CAN HANDLE IT.”]
You do as he instructs. Tears prick at your eyes as he thrusts in and out of you, cock heavy with lust, dragging against your tight walls. With each slap of his balls against your pussy, you can see Miguel’s gentle nature slowly escape him. His breathing becomes rugged and hot, panting against your neck in rough takes. Tiny beads of sweat collect at the base of his forehead, and he grips the headboard above you to stay grounded.
“Mmh- feels so good Miguel.” You whine, hands clawing at his scalp. “Don’t stop.. please.”
Your words toy with his self control, twisting a knot deep in his abdomen that furrows his eyebrows tightly together. The growl that emerges from his throat is nearly animalistic, and you bite your lips as he lifts your neck up with his nose.
“Need to taste you, por favor.” His words are strained, mouth hanging open to flash the canines rooted into his gums. “I’ll be gentle, ah- I promise.”
[“PLEASE.”]
His pace is unrelenting, in sync with the fangs that sink into your flesh. Miguel moans against your skin, sending a deep vibration to your nerves that makes you squirm. Blood drips from the puncture when he releases himself from you, lifting a thumb to stifle the bleeding.
The taste of your own blood fills your mouth as he kisses you, and you feel a wave of heat flash over your body. Your stomach tightens, and you cry out against his mouth, faintly gasping as he presses down harder on your throat.
It’s all too much— yet not enough. Miguel groans your name, pace stuttering as spurts of cum paint your insides white. His hold on your skin lightens at the feeling of you gushing over his cock, thrusting sloppily against your spent pussy a few more times before pulling out.
He fully snaps back once his dick flops against your stomach, thick strands of hair messily coating his eyes. You pant in synchrony, chests heaving, blood slowly flowing from your cheeks. He looks so pretty like this— glassy eyes fighting to stay open, fangs prodding against his mouth, slightly ajar.
Such a sight reminds you of why you wait for him to come home, no matter how long it takes. After all, you knew what you signed up for, and his return only made you yearn for him further. Never could you imagine putting your life in anyone else’s hands.
You push at him lightly, gesturing to the open wounds on your neck. Miguel scrambles once he sees them, hurriedly returning to you with a large wrap of gauze and a bottle of rubbing alcohol.
“Lo siento, cariño.” He mutters, gently sticking a few thick layers of bandaging against your skin. “I should’ve controlled myself, I’m-“
[“I’M SORRY, LOVE.”]
You cut him off by pressing your index finger to his lips, smiling as his mouth slowly falls shut.
“Don’t worry, Miguel. You’ll let me get you back, won’t you?”
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notjustjavierpena · 7 months
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Siggy, the real question is pls get some more pregnancy joel…..bc tempers has me feeling some type of way 😮‍💨🥹
The Making of Ellie - Part IV
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A/N: Ask and you shall receive, anon ❤️ Hope it is worth the wait. 
Summary: Your libido has increased since getting pregnant. Joel doesn’t have a problem with indulging you.
Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader/You (No y/n)
Tags: +18 smut (mdni!), teasing, fingering, dirty talk, squirting, pregnancy sex, bit of fluff, intense orgasms, handjob, come-eating, desperate and whimpering joel is a warning in itself, the tiniest use of daddy.
Word count: 2.4k
Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49183051/chapters/124097539
Libido
Since entering your third trimester, your libido has increased significantly. It is to the point where you feel painfully hot and bothered throughout the day, having described it as an itch that simply won’t go away no matter how much you scratch it. You’ll cross your legs, bite your lip, flush pink and be short of breath just by catching a glimpse of Joel, and he’ll be on you as soon as humanly possible. In short: You just want to, and you do, fuck all the damn time. Bed, bathroom, kitchen, in the hallway, once on the staircase, car. 
Joel is happy to oblige, at least inside the four walls of your shared home. Sarah has completely fled the house at this point; despite it starting with your temper tantrums, her distaste for being home was really set in stone when she walked in on the two of you in a compromising position. 
“Dad, I’m really happy for you and all, but Jesus Christ, I’ll be home again tomorrow,” she’d said, and now, she comes home for dinner and to pack her soccer bag. He lets her. She’s practically grown at this point, and he’ll see her when she needs him, he knows this. He has made it a habit to text her goodnight too, and she always responds quickly with a heart emoji.
You on the other hand are a whole different story. You are always in close proximity to him, circling him like a goddamn cat who does not want to admit its attachment to you and waiting to strike for the right moment to get attention. 
Joel is emptying the dishwasher, a thing that he has made clear is his job after the incident, when he spots you out of the corner of his eye. He smiles to himself and pretends not to see you, continuing his work on getting all the mugs into the cabinet above him without crushing any of the million amounts of snacks you have hidden in the back. 
You move closer. He watches still, catches the way your skirt flows as you walk to stand on his right side. You grip the edge of the kitchen counter, leaning against it and eyeing him up. 
“Hey babe,” you say, tapping a finger on the front of the kitchen cabinet. 
“Hi honey,” he replies nonchalantly to make you work for it. He starts filling up the dishwasher too, causing a microexpression of frustration and confusion on your face. 
“Do you wanna do something together?” You suggest. 
“Sure, when ’m done here.”
“How about now? Skip the cleaning up thing?” 
“Is there anythin’, in particular, ya wanna do?” He acts oblivious. He goes to wash his hands, “Somethin’ that can’t wait?”
“Well,” you say with confidence, “Wouldn’t you rather get with—“
You push your hands down onto the counter to lift yourself up onto the kitchen table, but the act is hardly successful; you’ve become too stiff to do it, and it ends up a lot less sexy than Joel assumes is your intention. You try again, but you can’t get your ass onto the table, round belly in the way of being flexible enough to be seductive. 
“Hold up,” you furrow your brows, trying your act again and using your legs to kickstart the jump off the floor but yet again to no avail, “I can do this.”
“Sweetheart,” Joel says, one hand resting on his chin as he hides the urge to laugh out loud. He clears his throat to cover up a chuckle. 
“Stop,” you snap at him as you catch him actually laughing at you. He tries to suppress it, but when it bubbles up in his chest without his control, you become stubborn, “No, no, just wait.”
You struggle for a few moments more whilst Joel bites his cheek to keep you from getting upset. Eventually, you groan, “A little help here?”
“Sure,” Joel stands in front of you. He pushes on the soles of your feet the next time you try jumping, giving you the boost you need to perch yourself on the surface. 
“Now,” you brush non-existent dust off your skirt, gesturing to yourself afterward. Joel thinks you’re adorable, “Wouldn’t you rather get with this than clean the kitchen?” 
Joel sends you a smirk, “After that whole display, I’m actually not sure. Can you jump down and do it again so I’m certain?”
“Joel,” you bite, crossing your arms over your chest. He doesn’t know if you purposely squeeze your fuller breasts together or if he is just a dog, but he cannot help himself from staring. You catch him doing it, “Great. So you can stare at my cleavage, but you can’t touch me?” 
Joel says your name. You ignore him. 
“Have I not been paying ‘nough attention to ya?” Joel tuts in the softest voice, closing the distance between you to stand in between your legs, “Is that why you’re actin’ up?” 
You pout at him so prettily, arms still underneath your tits and fingers tapping on your elbows. It turns more fun when you don’t reply, gaze dropping after it becomes too intense to stare back at him. Joel loves this little game, can feel his cock twitch in his jeans and threaten to strain against the zipper. You look past his shoulder, chewing on your bottom lip with a sort of pained restlessness. 
“I’m sorry, baby,” Joel continues. He reaches out to place his palm on your round belly, rubbing soothingly as you continue to ignore him in your attempt to repress a tantrum. He knows you get angry and frustrated when you don’t eat, but after getting you pregnant, he has discovered that you react the same to not getting fucked on the regular too, “‘S not right for me to tease ya like that.”
“No, it’s not,” you agree, placing your hand on top of his in a gesture of reconciliation, “Think you should make it up to your baby mama. She’s going insane, you know. Only you help.” 
Joel can feel his cock start to harden already. It is so easy for you to rile him up these days, hearing you talk about how he has ruined anything else for you. He is the only one to save you from this torment, and luckily, Joel likes to be useful. 
“Yeah? And what’s that?” Joel’s hand on your stomach slips down and then up under your skirt. He glides his fingertips along your inner thigh, watches you struggle to find the words as his digits go further north until they rest right by the fabric of your underwear. He can feel the warmth radiating from your core.
“Uhh,” you say as your mind fogs. Your legs automatically spread for him.
“This?” He hooks his thumb underneath the damp fabric right at your center, “Jesus, you’re so wet, baby. I’m so sorry. If you’d just told me, I would’ve—“
“Just touch me, stop talking, and—” you whine, scooting a little further towards the edge to give him more access, “Don’t have to worry now.”
Joel’s thumb settles on your clit and presses down lightly. It causes you to say his name desperately, the back of your head knocking against the kitchen cabinet when you crane your neck back. 
“Shit, are you okay?” Joel asks. He stops temporarily while you reach up to touch the back of your head. Though instead of wincing, you start giggling and Joel cannot suppress his own laughter. 
“Keep going,” you egg him on, “I’ll be more careful.”
Joel decides to pull your underwear to the side instead, so he can sink two fingers into you. You let out a shaky breath, “Oh, fuck. That’s just what I needed.”
Joel’s thumb is on your clit again. He fucks you on his digits slowly, searches for your g-spot for only a second before rubbing it with the pads of his fingers. God, the way your face goes slack. You absolutely love it. 
The wet squelches of your cunt are obscene enough to get him painfully hard in mere seconds too, combined with the feeling of your walls fluttering with your climax building.
“How the fuck are you so soaked?” He asks in disbelief. 
“May have pregamed,” you admit in your blissful state. 
“What?” Joel doesn’t stop what he is doing, but he slows down until he has almost come to a halt. 
You find his gaze with a frown, “Don’t stop.”
“I haven’t… pregamed?”
You squirm a little and try to move, but Joel places his free hand on your belly to stop you, “Tried to take care of it myself. Didn’t fucking work, okay? The angle is all wrong.”
Joel cannot believe his ears. He lets his hand go up to grab your chin and then starts fucking your cunt with his fingers in earnest. You cry out softly, holding his gaze intensely. 
“You find me, okay?” He puts on the voice that always makes you shut up and nod, “I don’t care what the fuck I’m doing. Say you wanna come and I’ll be there.”
Just like he predicted, you simply nod at his words. Your hand comes up to wrap around his wrist, and he marvels at how you are barely able to connect your fingertips when your hand is in a fist around it. He loves you. Sweetest little thing he has ever known. 
“Gonna be a good girl and come f’me?” He smiles devilishly when your breathing indicates that you are close. He lets go of your chin and splays the palm on your chest to feel your rapid heartbeat, “Make those legs tremble f’me?”
He curls his fingers upwards to torture his favorite spot inside of you, and then you are coming around them with fast pulses of your walls. He watches your thighs twitch once and then twice before actually shaking violently, making him wonder how long you’ve involuntarily edged yourself before finding him. 
“Fuck, Joel, Joel,” you gasp in a very particular way, and Joel quickly removes his fingers from your cunt to see how a wet patch forms on your skirt from how you gush repeatedly as your climax reaches its peak.
It doesn’t even matter that it’s in the fucking kitchen, because the pride that he feels at making you squirt knows no bounds, and he cannot help the boyishness in his chuckle, “You’re fucking amazing.”
“Holy fuck,” you groan as you come down from your high. You rest your head against the kitchen cabinet again, this time without knocking it roughly into it. 
“Good?” He asks. 
“Fantastic,” you sigh contentedly, “Just gimme a sec. Take your pants off. I wanna do something nice for you before I go take this stupid skirt off.”
“Baby, you don’t have to,” he reassures despite how his dick hurts by now. 
“Pants off, Miller,” you commandeer. 
Joel follows through without further hesitation. He makes quick work of undoing his jeans and shoving them down with his underwear, grunting at the friction along his hard cock. 
“Look at you,” you say with a pout, “Poor baby daddy.”
You reach out to grab a hold of his cock, watching the bead of precome that threatens to drip down from the tip. Running the pads of your fingers up and down the shaft teasingly, Joel lets out a relieved moan at finally being touched but it only lasts for a moment because nothing escalates. 
“You said something nice. This ain’t nice, sweetheart,” he tells you with a groan, squeezing himself further in between your legs to get closer to your smug expression. You swear the precome over the sensitive head and both of Joel’s hands fly to the kitchen counter. He places them flat against the surface, “Really not gonna say anythin?’
You bite your bottom lip and shake your head, eyes still glazed over with your post-orgasmic bliss but now also sporting an innocence that drives him mad. You start stroking his dick, fist tightening around his girth and he can feel himself pulse in your hand.
It feels fucking great as you drag your palm over the skin again and again, but something clicks in Joel’s head when desperation hits. Fuck, he wants to come.
It would be impossible to make his body listen to him right now as it feels disconnected from reality and control. He tilts his hips, looks down at where you’re touching him so expertly, and then fucks himself into your tight grip. 
“Jesus Christ, Joel,” you say in disbelief but never falter. If anything, you manage to squeeze enough to make it a tighter fit without hurting him, “Fuck, you’re so hot like this.”
“Fuck,” he swears loudly and speeds up his hips. One of the hands on the kitchen table comes up to grab a cabinet handle, knuckles turning white as he strains to chase his orgasm. 
When the rubber band at the base of his spine snaps, Joel stills his hips. Your hand hesitates for a second, but then the first rope of come spills over your hand and you milk him for every drop he has in him. 
Joel hasn’t come like this in a while; always empties himself sheathed inside your soft cunt, but when you praise him absentmindedly as he comes, he finds that he might become partial to it. He pants through the almost painful clenches of his lower stomach and balls. 
When he whimpers at the over-sensitivity, your hand stills completely. Your free hand strokes his cheek with the back of your fingers, “You good? Talk to me.”
It takes a beat to find his bearings once more. His hand plops down onto the counter again. He mumbles with exhaustion coating his voice, “Alright. ‘M back.”
He thinks you’re as spent as him, but with your remaining energy, you lift your hand from his cock to lick his come off the back of it with the flat of your tongue. He groans, “Dirty girl.”
“What? It has vitamins,” you tease, giving your hand another kitten lick, “Unfortunately not D. Should’ve been vitamin D.” 
Joel rolls his eyes. He struggles a little with his balance as he gets dressed again, blood still not having fully returned to his brain. He gets the paper towels and helps you clean up, but you just look at him with a dazed smile.
“What?” He questions.
“You better fuck me like that tonight,” you muse.
“You know what to say, and I’ll be there. No pregaming,” he replies simply and helps you onto the ground again, “Now go change, momma.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
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critterbitter · 3 months
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What do you know- I'm trying out the askbox *eyes*
anyway I just wanted to say that high-key I think I'd follow any content you make at this point bc your art brings me so much joy. That doesn't tend to happen super often since i am,,,, very much so a hyperfixation-focused person HAHA
regardless I'm not exactly quiet about it but I adore your art and I look forward to each new time you post :D
I WISH i had the capability of pumping out art like you do bc man while I love to draw and have so many ideas all the time picking up the pencil is Hard Dude.
Also! In a recent post you mentioned the whole Twin Dragons AU and HC that people love to have- I'd be super curious as to your opinion on it!
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I SEE YOUR TAGS AND IM.
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I’ll have to slow down at some point on that Submas Grind, but the hyperfixation throes are REAL. Thank you for inhabiting the tunnels with me! People that tag and cheer artists on are the real mvps of the art economy.
As for twin dragon aus!
I’ve always seen Emmet as more zekrom esque, and Ingo more reshiram esque. Is it cause the typing matches their starters? Maybe, hehe.
Ultimately though, the guys are too multifaceted for me to easily split them into truth and ideals.
I also see the legendaries as Eldritch Abominations Beyond Understanding, so having the dragons in my iteration become the twins would, uh, have consequences. The funny goofy story would dip into horror territory instead. (Reshiram demands only truths, and anything not Absolute will burn. And zekrom’s ideals are beyond human understanding, and trying to understand the mad tangle of thunder would drive somebody insane.)
(I’m a huge tma fan. Can you see it? Man.)
((Also N’s a scary mofo for summoning reshiram. I’m digging directly into the whole “twin heroes have a civil war and it destroyed unova” backstory that pokemon set up, and the more I think about it the stronger my dread mounts at the idea of Zekrom OR Reshiram casually flying overhead.
But this is also just how I see the legendaries of the pokemon world! Lugia sinks islands. Groudon covers towns. Arceus loves the mortal world, and mourns because its immortality only brings grief. Giritina hates, because it’s the ghostly remains of every one of Arceus’s mistakes given drive, banished into the distortion realm. Normal stuff!)
You sly dog, you got me monologing! But here’s the tldr: Not sure i’ll ever make my own serious Dragon AU that follows my internal world building for pokemon. I’m too attached to my favorite trope: “the smallest people can still initiate the biggest of changes”, and I’m too attached to my other favorite trope: “legendaries are actually gods and you Should Be Frightened.”
So that’s why, in this essay, if the trio gets turned into pokemon, I’d make them route 1 run of the mill rats. Because rats can do whatever they want.
(Plus, patrats and pachirisu aren’t banned from the subway battles last I checked.)
If i had to make a goofy crack dragon au though, I think this would be the result:
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The whole story would just be the trio and historians trying to figure out what the hell the twins got turned into, and concerns of other people becoming pokemon as well. So far, people are convinced they’re a paradox version of an archen. (I mean…)
(Alternate take of THAT, where elesa gets turned into a victini.)
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anashins · 2 months
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Perhaps a Jaehyun fic where you’re either on your thesis or work and are pulling all nighters to meet your deadlines and avoid telling him cos you know he gets mad (even though idol Jaehyun does it too) so when he finds out (it could be bc you either passed out from exhaustion and maybe we get a hospital scene or since you hadn’t slept it slipped out of you? English is not my first language and I’m currently sleep deprived bc of my thesis work so sorry for any grammatical error 😭) he forces u to go to sleep but it’s really cute cos he’s also tired and you get some rest together
Pairing: Jaehyun x You
Genre: fluff, romance
Word Count: 1.2k
Summary: While being in the hospital, you find out Jaehyun can braid hair. Every day, you learn something new about this man.
A/N: I tried to combine all of them! I hope you like it - and good luck on your thesis, you can do it 🤍🤍🤍
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“I have to write my thesis!”, was your first thought upon waking up. 
But the ceiling you were staring at didn’t look like your ceiling at home, you couldn’t recognize the color of the walls, and the sparse furniture didn’t belong in your room either.
What looked familiar to you though, as your gaze wandered further, was a figure next to you, sitting by the bedside. The dark hair, the worried expression, the warm hand holding your limp one… that was your boyfriend, giving you comfort in a cold room that seemed like it was located in a hospital.
“You’re awake!” Jaehyun exclaimed.
Realization of your last night at home seeped in. You hadn’t eaten or drunk something in… you couldn’t remember. You wanted it to be two days since your last meal and rest, but your admission into the hospital, arm physically attached to an infusion, indicated otherwise. 
“What happened?” you asked groggily.
Jaehyun took a cup with a straw from the nightstand and led it to your mouth. “How do you feel?”
“Tired somehow,” you sighed, opening your mouth. The water tasted unexpectedly delicious, just what you had needed. “And anxious.”
“I found you last night, passed out on the floor,” your boyfriend explained and put the cup back on the nightstand, then seated himself next to you onto the mattress. “You seemed like you hadn’t eaten anything in days let alone slept for more than two hours a night, so I brought you here directly. I was so worried.”
He had dark circles under his eyes, seemingly not having slept this entire time either, ever since he had brought you here. “Jaehyun…” 
You reached out to him and touched the side of his face. He smiled meekly. “I’m just so relieved you’re better now. I was so afraid when I saw you there, unmoving in your room. I didn’t know what to do, I thought I lost you.”
“I’m sorry.” Your hand dropped and covered the back of his that he had rested on your thigh. “I didn’t mean to worry you. I just lost track of time, forgot to eat and there is still so much to do. I actually don’t have time to rest, I have to hand in my thesis in a week.”
“You’re not going anywhere,” Jaehyun chided. “It’s only morning and the doctor will check up on you this evening before he can discharge you. Until then, you’re going to rest.”
“But-” you were about to retort, but he cut you off immediately.
“No buts. You’re not going to work on your thesis now or even think about it. And when you return home this evening, I will move in with you for this week.”
You blinked in confusion. “What?”
“I will cook for you, make sure you’re always healthy and hydrated and get enough sleep. This is not going to happen again, I’ll make sure of that. Let me take care of you when you can’t.”
You had already opened your mouth, but Jaehyun sounded so determined that you didn’t want to disagree with him. Apart from this, it sounded nice to have someone taking care of you when you weren’t able to.
“Okay.”
Living with him for an entire week until you finished your thesis didn’t sound so bad either. Very tempting even, truth to be told.
Your boyfriend then placed a bag next to you. “Don’t get your hopes up, it’s not your university materials.” Instead, he pulled out wired headphones, your favorite fantasy book, eye patches and a hairbrush. “We are going to do some selfcare while you’re here.”
You let Jaehyun put the eye patches on your face, the coolness directly having an effect on your tired skin. Then, he offered, “Here, let me brush your hair. I know you always take good care of it.”
You shifted to the side and pulled your hair back over your shoulder. Jaehyun let the brush slide over your strands, but some had already gotten light knots overnight. He took care of them by holding your hair close to the roots and detangling the ends carefully, so that they fell softly over your neck again. 
Meanwhile, you took the book into your hands and began reading out to your boyfriend. You always talked about this book and had probably read it eight times already, but you never got enough of it, and Jaehyun had always been patient to listen to your opinions and rants, even if he had heard time a thousand times already.
“Should I braid your hair?” he then asked after he had finished brushing. “So while you’re lying down, it’s not gonna tangle again, otherwise I will spend the entire day combing your hair.”
You tilted your head. “You know how to braid?”
“Yeah, thanks to my little cousins.” You then felt his fingers sectioning your hair into three parts. “It’s not gonna be a fancy french braid, but I’ll give it my best. I even brought a hair tie.” Every day, you learned something new about this man. “Now, continue reading. I want to know whether Feyre will pass the second trial.”
He knew the answer to it. He knew the ending of the book and the entire series already, because you talked about it so often, but he also knew how much you loved doing so, which was why he always acted so clueless and let you speak your opinion.
You loved this man so much.
So you continued reading out to Jaehyun while he gently braided your hair. You felt the tips of the strands brushing over your neck and shoulders, laying on your back and swirling around. It took your boyfriend three attempts for the perfect beginning and he sometimes stopped halfway through to open the braid again, because he wasn’t satisfied. One time, he had even reached the end already, but then let out a sigh, seemingly dissatisfied with his work, and started all over again.
He was so focused, breathing regularly with much concentration, so that you weren’t sure whether he was actually still listening to you. But you didn’t care and instead enjoyed this chaste moment between you two.
“Finished,” Jaehyun then declared and put on the pink scrunchie to fix the braid’s end. 
You tenderly touched the tips below the scrunchie. “There is no mirror, but I feel pretty.”
“That’s because you are.”
Jaehyun kissed your cheek and then removed the eye patches from your face. 
“Come here.” You closed the book, placed it on the nightstand and took the wired headphones before shifting to the far end of the small hospital bed. “Lie down.”
“I’m so tall and the bed is so small, you won’t have enough space. It’s fine.”
“Don’t worry, it will work. Come here.”
You let your boyfriend lie down next to you and rested your head on his chest. One earphone, you put on yourself and gave the other to Jaehyun who then linked it to his phone and started playing music. 
You then lied there together, not talking, just listening to his favorite songs and enjoying each other’s company.
Not much later, you heard Jaehyun snoring lightly, and smiled. He had taken care of you the entire night, he deserved this rest, and so you let him.
Yes, it was nice having someone taking care of you when you couldn’t take care of yourself. You would make sure to always do the same for him when you were able to.
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blue-jisungs · 1 year
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helllooo if ur requests are kinda closed bc of ur main request game thing (idk what u call it 😭) then ignore this!! but if ur requests are open and you’ll need time to get to this bc of ur request game thingy (wow great wording 😋) can u do an enhypen reaction (ot7) to a fem!idol!reader being in a really popular gg? HELP- the ideas rlly basic but so am I so like- 😍👌
you’re an idol ♡
a/n. sorry you had to wait for so long 🧍‍♀️ i hope you enjoy it!! also it’s not a basic idea i really wanted to write something like this hehe
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┆彡 HEESEUNG [ 희승 ]
he’s your big fan but the biggest protector
during vlives he makes everything so you do not see hate comments
same with tweets. no idea how he does it but whoever tweets a bad word abt you they have their acc removed in a matter of hours 🧍‍♀️
besides that, hums your group’s songs 24/7
in private tho
bc he knows if one of the guys catch him, he’s being teased forever
also shows off your group merch on vlives!!
pssst, he’s a big fan of the light stick :”)
┆彡 JAKE [ 제이크 ]
engenes on weverse or bubble are low-key tired of him bc he talks about you and your group 24/7
“DID YOU SEE Y/N’S NEW IG POST?! THATS MY GF!!!”
literally has your pc tucked in his wallet and his phone case :”)
once got matching hair with you to support your comeback (spoiler: managers and jungwon were not happy)
sings your songs on lives <3
that’s actually how engenes and your fans started to figure out you’re dating
bc like… he won’t shut up about you. even on vlives or celebrity shows.
but it’s fine, he’s cute while doing that + you two make an adorable couple <3
┆彡 JAY [ 제이 ]
no one in the public knows (at first…)
but privately they are all sick of him 🤕
“[gg name] this, [gg name] that…”
heeseung jokes that he should be in your group since he talks more about than enhypen
also his music taste contains of 99% rock and that 1% of your group’s sweet songs about love╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
once (1) he danced to your song - especially your part - and engenes went WILD
engenes craved more jay covering gg songs
they ask, they shall receive! isn’t that suspicious that it’s only your group’s songs though…?
no one cares (respectfully) as long as grumpy jay is dancing cutely :D
┆彡 JUNGWON [ 정원 ]
he’s so in love, everyone can see that
“did you see y/n’s special stage today?! oh my goodness, she was so cool! and the outfit? and the– i mean… [gg name] did well!”
we all know his eyes were on you and you only
he always records your ending fairies 🥹
that means he has a whole ass folder for them + fan cams, memes and clips :”)
always helps you when you struggle with some parts of your choreos or such!!
and he’s so adorable that you can’t say no to his puppy eyes when he asks you to spoil something about your comebacks
“jungwon, no. i told you too much already!” “but…” “okay… but don’t tell others!”
he has a small key ring with a plushie of your representative animal attached to his keys :”)
┆彡 NISHIMURA RIKI [ にしむら りき ]
he could not care less about his managers scolding you – he covers your group’s songs all the time
and he always nails it… but when he does it with you though, he always goofs around and gives you your time to shine <3
literally knows all the choreos, the boys would be 99% that he knows them better than their own
riki literally threatens you to send selfies of yourself when you have a stage performance
he loves all that cutie accessories they put on you and often ends up stealing eg your hair clips…
btw he saves the selfies too <3 esp when it’s a goofy angle… he can’t help but grin like an idiot at his phone
you made a funny mistake on air? get ready to be teased about it.
kind of off topic but you are literally the industry’s fav couple (yk… you kinda took hyuna and dawn’s spot– okay i’ll go now) bc HOW!! CUTE!! YOU!! TWO!! ARE!! TOGETHER!!
┆彡 SUNGHOON [ 성훈 ]
he’s like “your songs suck” and then proceeds to sing them for the whole day
when he was a mc and your group happened to be performing at music bank he would non-stop stare t you with hearts in his eyes :”)
making lil jokes too (hawaii you?)
during en o’clock he’s known to dance randomly to your songs 😭
but then when you laugh at him bc of that he’s like “well it’s your fault it’s so catchy😕”
he’s so sweet though :( once you had a comeback and due to his busy schedule he couldn’t be with you...
… so he sent you a big (and i mean BIG) bouquet of flowers in colours that matched your cb concept and a cake with a cute drawing!!
also there was a card attached to it. it said “congratulations on your comeback! you did a great job! we loved it!” - enhypen”
but then when you thanked them for it they were like ??? what flowers !!!?
turned out hoon was to shy to admit it was his idea so he just wrote it was them 🥹
┆彡 SUNOO [ 선우 ]
SUCH A SWEETHEART ABOUT IT :((
writes abt u and [gg name] on weverse!! “did you see [gg name]’s new mv? i loved it!”
dancing tiktoks are a must!! especially with you!! engenes love to see him all happy and giggly with you
also does lil dances out of nowhere :”)
buys your albums. literally dates you and yet he’s the biggest fanboy – literally full on collector
he has to have every single one of your pc
(and yes you sneak some stuff for him, and he straight on goes :D)
often recreates your mv/cb makeup and outfits for fun
and you too… and then you have adorable pictures to post and that results in your fans and engenes to lose their mind 🤭
(and because of that people often set up matching pfps of you two <3)
[ masterlist <3 ]
taglist. @geniejunn ,, @luvhyun3 ,, @starlostseungmin ,, @elviransworld ,, @jnks6r ,, @sieunsgf ,, @ethereallino ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @duolingofanaccount ,, @slytherinhobi ,, @jung0ne ,, @ka-ni-ma ,, @julaute ,, @moonacholy
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