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#also hi! i have been sososo busy recently
miguelhugger2099 · 3 months
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Omg first off LOVE!!! your wiring literally *chef’s kiss* imagine Miguel x reader suggestive smut where they’ve been both super busy and haven’t had time for each other and tension has been building up to this point.
Worth the Wait
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nonie im gonna sob. not only was i so excited to see you be my first ask, this is also my first ever written smut!! aaaa im so nervous so please have mercy !! i jumped on my laptop as soon as i saw this and its so late right now haha im a little tired but i didnt want you to wait at all !! im not sure if i wrote too much or too little lol regardless i really hope you enjoy and if not i'm more than happy to make something else and thank you sososo much for the compliment <3333 the ask wasnt specified if it was fem!reader or not so i made it gn!reader just in case <3 Miguel x GN!Reader, Smut, too embarrassed to proofread it, Word Count: 3,681
“Hey, Miguel, do you think you could stay late tonight? Boss wants you in the lab for testing.” A short woman popped her head in his room, her hair neatly tucked in a high bun. Miguel stopped his pacing in his office, his glasses lifted on his head using it as a headband to pull back his fringe. He placed the beakers in his hands down and took off his gloves while ruby eyes glanced at the clock on the wall. He was supposed to leave in a couple minutes.
Miguel’s eyebrows scrunched up, tsking under his breath and turning to look at the woman. “Can’t someone else be there? Peter can oversee it instead.” He pleaded, exasperated. She gave him a sympathetic look and sighed.
“Sorry, Miguel. He specifically asked for you.” Not wanting to be the bearer of bad news anymore, she slipped out the door and shut it behind her, leaving Miguel to groan and slump his shoulders. He stared up at the ceiling and closed his eyes, breathing in and out to calm his anger. It seemed like these days all he ever did was overtime at work. He fiddled with the golden band around his left ring finger, his other hand twirling it mindlessly for some comfort and also a silent apology to you.
His heart ached as he made his way to his desk, picking up his phone and dialing your number. He licked his lips while he brought the phone up to his ear. Miguel wasn’t prepared to hear your voice, happy and hopeful and only be met with disappointment.
“Miggy?” You answer happily. A small smile forms on Miguel’s face.
“H-hey, baby. You doing alright?” He asked, taking a seat on his swivel chair and leaning back to stare at the photo of you two on his desktop.
“Yeah! Yeah, I’m finishing up dinner. Are you on your way home?”
Miguel’s smile dropped a bit, realizing once more why he had called in the first place. “Um, about that, mi corazón. I have to–”
“You have to stay the night, don’t you?” You cut him off, disappointment evident in your voice. Miguel’s heart clenched at the sound.
“I…I do. Believe me, I don’t have a choice or I’d be there in a heartbeat.”
“It’s okay, really. I’m not mad or anything. This month has been hectic for both of us. I just… I just miss you is all.” You speak softly over the phone. He missed you more. He wanted to be there.
“Lo siento, bebé. You know how much I hate being away from you.” He apologized. “How about tomorrow, huh? I have off. We can go out and get a drink. Or maybe stay home? I know how much you love my cooking.” He offered, his heart beating faster at the thought of spending time with you again. That feeling sank when he heard you let out a quick puff of air in annoyance.
“I can’t. I’m working this weekend. Six days in a row,” You rolled your eyes just thinking about it. Your job always had a way of pushing your buttons. Miguel’s jaw clenched as he heard you. Miguel never really liked this recent event of work taking up his time from seeing you. He hated it even more when your job took you away from him. “God, I really thought we’d have tonight together at least.”
Miguel was quick to reassure you. “Hey, hey. Listen. We’ll have a day together. Eventually there’ll be a day for just us–all about us, I promise.”
When Miguel had arrived home, it could barely be even classified as night time with the way the sun had been peeking through the horizon. He dragged his body through the door, a cold home awaiting him. After kicking off his shoes, he dumped his coat and bag on the floor and made his way to the kitchen, eating the leftovers of the dinner you two were supposed to eat together before trudging back to bed. He saw you lying there on your side and he felt exhaustion drag him down.
Miguel slipped in under the covers beside you after striping himself of his clothes, leaving him in his underwear and slipped his arm around you. He pressed your body flushed against his, Miguel’s larger body enveloping yours protectively. His nose buried itself in your neck, his lips grazing your shoulder. His hand rubbed your stomach and then slid up to rub up and down your waist. Sneakily, he ran his hand under your shirt while his lips left small kisses on your neck and shoulder. You stirred awake as you felt the sudden touch of someone else.
Miguel felt you move so he pulled you tighter to him, keeping you caged in that position. “Mig…?” You called out sleepily. You felt something poke you from behind and groaned. Miguel continued to kiss your neck, his teeth coming out to gently nip at the skin making you shiver. He simply hummed his response.
“‘M home.” He murmured. He slowly turned you on your back, towering over you slightly with your leg between his. Miguel’s arm rested by your head while his attacks became more intimate. You leaned your head back, allowing him more access and his other hand on your hip squeezed you in appreciation. You bent your leg up on the bed slightly, your knee caressing his growing bulge in his boxers. Miguel let out a low groan, his hips grinding on you for some friction.
Your hands finally reached up to his hair, curling your fingers around his soft wavy brown locks. Miguel took this as an opportunity to capture your lips with his, muting the soft moans you were letting out. His own knee spread your legs apart, rubbing in between them to add to your pleasure. You felt a jolt of pleasure run down your spine, bucking your hips up instinctively. Miguel sighed against you, his hand on that had been gripping your hip, moved down to the hem of your pajama pants. He teasingly pulled it down, letting it snap back to your body and making you whine. You felt him grin through your kiss. Cheeky bastard.
Before he could ease his hand down your pants, your alarm had blared through the room, shocking the both of you and separating yourselves off each other. Miguel scowled while you clambered up to grab your phone. “The hell was that?” He grunted, displeased with being interrupted. You fumbled with turning it off, placing a hand on your chest to calm your fast beating heart.
“My alarm. I have a morning shift.” You moaned, tossing your phone back on the counter and standing up from the bed. Miguel blinked twice before getting up with you. He reached out his hand to grab yours in an attempt to stop you.
“Woah, woah, hey–what’s the rush?” He asked, turning you around and cupping your cheek. “We can at least have these couple minutes, can’t we?” His voice dropped an octave, leaning down to press a kiss on your cheek. Miguel tried to kiss downwards but you stopped him, albeit unwillingly.
“Amor, you know damn well how Nueva York’s traffic is in the morning. I’m not gonna be late and get my ass in trouble ‘cause you can’t keep it in your pants.” You slipped from his arms with a playful roll of your eyes and walked to the kitchen. Miguel scoffed, slightly offended, his eyes watching you walk away and looking down at your ass.
“Don’t act like you weren’t enjoying it.” He grumbled, looking down at the tent in his boxers wondering what to do with it now.
For the next week, it had been nothing but just pure torture. With the month making you and Miguel work away from each other, this week was stretching that limit. When Miguel worked in the morning, you’d work at night and vice versa. Each time without fail, you managed to slip in a few teasing touches. Waking up Miguel by sitting on his lap and peppering kisses on his cheeks with his hands grinding your hips down on his hardening cock. Miguel cupping your ass and giving it a squeeze when you came home from work while he was on his way out. Both of you were on the brink of breaking by this point. These small acts were supposed to tame the fire within you, not burn it brighter.
Eventually, it was finally your day off after a long weekend. A break from customer service and passing out as soon as you got home. Miguel had work today but he texted earlier that he’d get off on the hour he was supposed to this time around. You felt bad. He’d been working so hard and today had been no different. He took a shift earlier than usual so he could come home earlier without anyone being there to suddenly ask for him to stay. Lord knows he’s pushing those forty hours into overtime.
From the bedroom, you heard the door open, keys jingling as it was turned to unlock it. You got up from the bed and peered out the door, seeing Miguel kicking off his shoes and coat while tossing his bag carelessly on the living room chair. “Welcome home.” You greeted him. He dragged his feet closer to you with his head down, the top buttons on his white button up were popped open, exposing a glimpse of his collarbone. Miguel immediately wraps his arms around you, pulling you in for a comforting hug. You followed suit, hugging him back since you sensed he probably had a rough day. He hummed in response, settling for resting his chin on your head. You stayed like that for a while just holding one another until you felt his hand run under your shirt to feel your soft skin against his calloused hands. They continued up and up your spine until your shirt was lifting up with him. “Miguel.”
“What?” He grumbled. One hand slid down under your pants, getting a quick feel of your ass and pulling your pelvis to him. You gasped and tightened your hold around him, feeling the warmth of arousal ignite in your stomach. “I need to have you. I can’t wait any longer.” His soft touching became more possessive, roughly grabbing your ass and tugging on your shirt and pants.
“Miguel.” You repeated his name, this time in a whimper. Your own hands slipped down his collared shirt and lightly scratched your nails on his large back which made him shiver. He pulled back and you saw his eyes hazed with desire, pupils blown wide.
“Please…” He whispered, his lips brushing up against yours. Your hands fell to his buttoned shirt as you looked up at him. Your heart raced in your chest–the sheer want of having you all to himself finally after weeks was too good to pass up. You nodded and the pleading look on Miguel’s face dropped as he immediately bent down to kiss you. You let out a squeak of surprise between his lips right before giving into his needs and kissing him back.
He tugged your pants down to your ankles before lifting you out of the puddle of clothes and bringing you to the bed. Once you were laid on top, you watched Miguel fumble with his belt. His large hands quickly unhooked the metal making it chime and the soft zipping sound of the leather sliding out his belt loops. He practically ripped himself free from his clothes, not even unbuttoning his shirt and just lifted it up and off his torso. You saw his girthy length, standing tall and proud with a slight red color tinged at his tip while the rest of him was a slighter darker color than his skin. His tip was already oozing with precum. A sight you had always welcomed. It became clear to you that Miguel had been thinking about this for a while–maybe all day. Miguel crawled on top of you, helping you out of your shirt and underwear and kissing you again while his hands roamed your body.
“I’ve waited so long. Did you miss me like how I missed you, cariño?” He sighed between your lips. Your hands clutched his shoulders, one leg hooking around his waist.
“Always.” You whimpered back.
“On your knees. Now.” He growled. You felt your heart skip a beat, another heartbeat going straight to your core. Stumbling, you got off your back and got on your hands and knees like Miguel wanted. This position has always made you flustered. It was both embarrassing and exhilarating not seeing what Miguel could do to you, or even get to put your hands on him–solely relying on feeling.
Perfect timing, his hands met your ass, grabbing them and massaging them. “So perfect,” He murmured. His finger grazed your aching hole where you were the most sensitive, purposefully teasing the nerves on your body. He took pleasure in the way you writhed beneath him, succumbing to his hand. His thick cock rubbed up against you, smearing his leaking fluid on you for even better access. Then ever so slowly, gliding in his fat weeping tip inside and penetrating your walls.
You both moaned in unison. The feeling of being stuffed was like finally feeling that last puzzle piece snap in place. “Uff, fuck–I’ve missed you,” He groaned, his breath shaking as he leaned over your body. His one hand held the headboard in front of him while his other hand held the plushness of your hip tightly. Miguel’s body was shaking as he entered you slowly, stretching you out after a long time of not seeing each other like this. You whimpered, falling from your hands onto your elbows as you shook with him. “Ease up, cariño, así es.” He praised, leaning back to watch his cock disappear inside you. His pride swelled at how easily he seemed to slide in you even after so long, his mouth curling into a sly smirk.
“Mi–guel…” You choked out a moan. You whined and gripped the pillow underneath your head tightly in your fists. You had forgotten just how huge Miguel was, his covered bulge was nothing compared to the real thing. Panting, you heard your heartbeat in your ears, turning your head to rest your cheek on the pillow.
Miguel’s hand left the headboard by this point, choosing instead to rest on your back, running down the curve of your spine to press your head down. You whimpered and clenched around him which made him let out a string of curses under his breath. You felt him push himself to the hilt, his balls gently smacking against the curve of your ass. He groaned, his hand on your head gripped your hair to still himself from pounding you immediately. The two of you stood there, breathing heavily while you felt each other. You could feel him throbbing inside you, twitching ever so softly. Miguel bit his lip to hinder himself from cumming on the spot with your walls convulsing around him, weakly attempting to suck him in deeper.
You wiggled your hips, bucking them back against Miguel with a pathetic whine. “M-move…plea–” You got cut off when Miguel slipped out of you, and then he slammed back inside making you scream and shake. He then began a steady pace, enough for movement but not as quick as you wanted. Still, you mewled and clutched at the sheets while his cock was ravaging your guts. The hand on your hip wrapped around your lower stomach, his bicep flexing as he held your weight up to fuck your from behind.
“Too long. It’s been too fucking long since I’ve fucked this needy hole properly.” Miguel sighed, huffing with each thrust of his hips. Your eyes rolled back and your jaw slacked open. Skin slapping echoed in the room along with the wet smack of sweat between your bodies. It was a symphony of lust and desire. An aching instinct to be reunited like this. You pleaded for more–a little quicker, a little harder– and Miguel who loved you so much didn’t want to deny either of you this ecstasy. He then used both hands to grab onto your hips and started to drag your body back and forth on his dick, drilling himself in you like a toy. Miguel used up all his frustrations of not being able to see you all this time, his eyes drinking in your writhing form while he bucked into you abandonly.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck–Miguel…!” You squealed, involuntarily squeezing him which made me grunt and buck his hips faster. You babbled nonsense while your core bubbled up the feeling of an orgasm. You screwed your eyes shut as you allowed Miguel to hump against you. He leaned over you again, pressing kisses on your back, murmuring things you could barely hear over the sound of your own moans.
Suddenly, Miguel had pulled out again leaving you feeling empty and light headed while the feeling of an impending orgasm disappeared. He let go of you, your hips bouncing on the bed without the support of his strength holding you up. You opened up your eyes, glazed with pleasure and shakily tried to look behind you. Before you could, Miguel took your body and flipped you on your back. It all happened quickly before you could even register what was happening. He took your legs and tugged your body closer to him like a ragdoll. He spread them wide then pressed them up against your chest. You lolled your head up and you saw his fringe had fallen to his forehead, sticking to it with his sweat. His chest was heaving up and down, the glow of the moonlight highlighting the carvings of his muscles perfectly–it made your breath hitch.
Miguel then loomed over you, nuzzling his head into your neck again. You leaned your head to the side making him gain more access to you. His teeth bit your soft flesh, his lips suckling your skin to leave tiny bruises along the side. “Ah–” You squirmed and gasped when you felt Miguel slide back into you again. You quickly wrapped your arms around him, your hand running through his already messy hair. You pressed his head closer, your eyes opening up hazily to stare at the ceiling while Miguel starts his pace again.
“So tight, just f’me, hm? You have no idea how much–” He moaned in between speaking, the lust clouding his mind. “H-how much I needed you. I should’ve just brought you to work, bend you over my desk and fuck you however long I want,” He shuddered at the thought, his hips stuttering while you whimpered and arched your back off the bed. “Oh, you like that?” He grinned, his voice oozing with arrogance. You nodded, your eyes shutting closed again and desperately lifting your hips to match his thrusting.
“Next time, bebé, next time. I promise. You’re doing so, so, good. You feel so good.” He slurred softly, his hips snapped harder, his cock twitching and swelling inside you.
“Mig–Mig–I can’t,” You moaned, your screams getting louder the harder Miguel went. “Oh, god, Miguel!” Miguel kissed you, swallowing all your moans while he slipped his tongue in your mouth. Your eyes rolled back and your legs wrapped around his waist the moment he let go of your thighs. His hands traveled around your body, feeling the shape of your silhouette back into his memory. He grabbed at anything he could hold onto before curling around your ass for a small squeeze.
He pulled away from the kiss, breaths mingling for a moment until Miguel rested his forehead on your shoulder. Your hands raked down his back and you dug your nails into his giant back, leaving streaks of red in their wake from scratching him. He moaned from it–the pain only adding to his pleasure-fueled mind. Miguel peppered kisses on your shoulder, making his way down to your chest.
“Miguel, I’m so close–so, so close…” You whimpered.
“I know, ángel, me… me too. Solo enfocate en mí, hm? Just let me have you.” He pleaded, his rough moans turning into whimpering as he neared his end. You responded with a weak ‘uh-huh’ then clinging onto Miguel for support.
He murmured in a jumble of Spanish and English, his breath hot on your neck while you screamed and pleaded for more, how good it felt, anything to get both of you going. Miguel lifted your lower half up, relentlessly pounding into you while he cursed lowly, burying his head in your shoulder again. You felt the bubble in your abdomen about to snap.
“Miguel, I–!” You tried warning him but instead the waves of your orgasm flooded your body, cumming on Miguel and making a mess between your legs. You twitched around him, milking his cock for all it’s worth. Your legs shook until you went limp, fucked out of your mind. Miguel whined, speeding up to catch his own release.
“Fuck–!” He moaned, feeling his cock pump out his creamy fat load inside you, painting your walls white. Miguel’s entire body tensed up, stilling up against you while he slowly came down from the high. His strokes gradually slowed down, pumping the final ropes of cum, while he softened inside you, huffing and puffing with you. He shakily but carefully pulled out of you after a few moments. You whimpered when he completely left you with a soft wet shlick.
Miguel fell beside you, exhausted and spent. Still, he reached for you, bringing your shivering body in his arms. You curled yourself in his chest weakly, feeling his hand play with your hair. He kissed your forehead, basking in each other's afterglow. He brought the covers up over you two for some extra warmth.
“I’ll…get us cleaned up in the morning…” He huffed with a tired smile. You grunted in response, too numb to speak but satisfied nonetheless.
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can you tell this is my first smut? hahaaaa dontanswerthatillcry
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seungisms · 1 year
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🖇️📁 𝐒𝐊𝐙 … 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐑𝐘 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐗
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𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, do not interact if you’re under 18
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, oral (both male and female receiving), overstimulation, edging, use of sex toys, slight humiliation kink with minho and jisung idc it’s hot
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: been extremely feral over the thought of dom!jisung recently so you guys are just gonna have to deal with that until he gives back my sanity ! also, half of skz are soft af in this and the other half *cough* seungmin and minho *cough* are the biggest meanies ever so beware :( reblog for a kiss, feedback much appreciated!
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𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍
such a softie :( gets a little carried away though and often finds himself pounding into your pussy so hard until you’re a sobbing mess beneath him - no thoughts swirling around in that pretty head of yours except finally finding your release on his dick. loves it so much that he’ll drag out your orgasm just so he gets to see those cute tears staining your cheeks. claims he doesn’t do it on purpose but the feeling of his cock twitching against your plush walls begged to differ 🥺 however in his softer moods he’ll be sososo caring and attentive towards you. won’t notice your soft cries at first cause he’s too busy fucking up into your cunt, distracted by the feeling of your heat closing in around him. normally loves how vocal you are when he’s stretching you out nice and slow, but as soon as he catches a mere glimpse of those glassy eyes and that soft pout adoring your lips istg he’ll literally melt. will still deep inside you, ignoring the throbbing of his dick against your walls begging to continue fucking you into the bed - before kissing away the tears staining your cheeks - muttering the sweetest words against your heated skin. will literally refuse to continue until he knows you’re okay and even then he’ll be so slow and gentle with the rut of his hips, trying not to overstimulate your sensitive heat even further.
“oh baby, too much for you?”
𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐎
literally so cruel! practically laps up the tears falling from your fucked out eyes and it’ll only encourage him to fuck into you even harder and deeper - loving the feel of your toes curling against his leg and the lazy hump of your hips eagerly meeting his own. always say you ‘look the prettiest when crying for his cock’ 🤒 very much into edging and will stretch you out with his fingers, fuck you with his tongue and drag his cock teasingly slow against your fluttering walls, bringing you to the brink of orgasm again and again before ripping it away from you just as you’re about to spill onto him - just so he gets to see the sight of your pretty eyes well up with tears. by the time he’s done with you he’ll have you covered in spit, cum and crying for release and he swears it’s his favourite sight. defiantly intends to fuck you so hard until you’re crying each and every time, he gets such a kick out of it and won’t hesitate to mock you for your cute whimpers, but there’s no denying he absolutely loves it. will make you clean up his cum afterwards cause he finds the humiliation that washes over your face soso funny, the dried tear stains on your skin and the sight of your tongue lapping up his cum being all he can focus on.
“look at you, so cute. i know you can take more.”
𝐒𝐄𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍
very much a switch but when he’s domming you then you bet your ass he’s gonna be domming you hard. sometimes forgets how small your pussy is compared to his cock and absolutely loses his mind every time he sinks into you - the stinging stretch of your cunt fitting snugly around him making you cry out against his flushed skin. soso proud of himself that he’s able to fuck you so well that you’re practically limp on top of him, your sobs only getting louder as he continued to thrust up into you - desperation sinking into every fibre of your being while your nails tugged on his dark locks, the sounds of your wetness coating his dick with every rut of his hips almost making you hide your face away in his neck from humiliation if you weren’t so focused on finally creaming on his thick cock. your little whimpers gets him off so much and will only tip him over the edge of filling you pretty pussy up with his cum, the warmth of it coaxing one last whine from your lips. will do a complete 180 once he finally slips out of you and be so attentive and caring, letting you slump in his strong arms before kissing away your tears and telling you how well you done for him !!
“so pretty when you cry.”
𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍
another meanie the gets such a kick out of your tears. thinks your clit looks prettiest when it’s all puffy and sensitive, overstimulating you until you’re on the brink of tears and will work your pussy until he gets to see those very tears run down your cheeks in the cutest possible way. can promise you rn this man will coax those sobs out of you until you have no more to give, spent and completely fucked out in every possible way. also the most condescending asshole ever - even when he’s working your wet cunt with his lips he’ll still be soso mouthy !! leaves long, fat licks up your pussy lips as you lazily buck your hips up - blubbering something about not being able to handle anymore but you’re still tangling your fingers in his hair and pushing his head even further between your spread legs. lets out the most obscene groan ever against your heat when he catches sight of your glassy eyes, mouth still busy sucking on your slit and there’s spit and cum everywhere and he swears he could die right here with his head buried between your plush thighs and he’d go a happy man. big fan of continuing to overwork your cunt once you finally cum, spitting onto the swollen folds and fucking his salvia into you with his long fingers, tongue going back to sucking on your nub just so he gets to hear those cute cries some more. defiantly the type to hump the bed while eating you out, your tears doing nothing but making him want to finally bury his cock into you - but he’ll always make you work for it first.
“look at those pretty tears, tell me you deserve to cum and i’ll think about it.”
𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆
normally the one to be crying during sex cause he’s just such a brat and challenges you so much in bed - to the point where he gets too in over his head and before he knows it he’s laying fucked out on the bed with your hand working his throbbing cock that’s been edged more times than he could count, crying out that he’s sorry :( so to say he’ll be so goddamn smug when he finally makes you cry is an understatement. such a big sucker for fucking you in public and likes the humiliation that takes over your pretty face when you have to show your face again and talk to everyone as if you weren’t just getting railed and filled with cum moments ago. felt especially mean one night while you were both out for dinner with the rest of the boys, getting fed up with your teasing and fleeting touches to his clothed cock. has no problem pulling you into the fancy ass restroom and bending you over the sink, knowing full well everyone that walked past could hear your pretty little cries for release as he drove his dick into you. says shit like ‘you think that was funny huh? that little stunt you pulled out there? sure aren’t laughing now.’ tugs your hair back and forces you to meet his eyes in the reflection of the mirror just above the sink counter he was currently fucking you over. this man literally feels himself swell up even more inside of you at the sight of you trying to keep your tears from spilling over onto your cheeks - only for them to do so when he ruts against you even deeper, your plush walls hugging his cock so nice and tight as his hips stutter against your ass. becomes such a cheeky shit once he fills you full of his cum and in future will do all in his power to make you cry more often during sex (9.5/10 chance hell end up being the one with tears in his eyes though <333)
𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗
overstimulation king but in the softest possible way!! will coax orgasm after orgasm out of you no matter how fucked out you claimed to be - despite covering his fingers, tongue and cock in your cum each and every time. the type to be like ‘are you okay sweetheart? i’m not going too hard on you am i? 🥺’ once he notices your tears, as if he didn’t have his fingers buried knuckle deep in your pussy. desperately wants to be the soft and caring boyfriend everyone views him as but he really does get such a kick out of your cries. will kiss your tears away while muttering ‘almost there baby’ and ‘just hold on a little longer’ - this mf will literally coo down at you as you continue to blubber beneath him, his cock reaching the deepest parts of your cunt with every thrust he inflicted onto you. no matter how much he likes to make you sob on his dick he’ll still be so attentive to you, kissing your wet cheeks while cumming deep inside of you and squeezing your hand in his oh so affectionally once you recover from the dicking down he just gave you. grins down at you with the prettiest smile ever and in that moment you find it hard to believe that this man, this literal angel, was just tormenting your abused cunt for hours on end just so he could see the sight of your glassy eyes and flushed cheeks. crying during sex will be a rare occurrence with felix but ask this man what his favourite sight is and he’ll answer without even thinking: you covered in cum that he couldn’t even tell was his or yours, sobbing beneath him yet still begging for his dick. probably has a few polaroids of you in this exact position <3
𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍
pls he’ll mock you so much if you show even the slightest hint of breaking down during sex. gets off on it so much though and defiantly becomes one of his main goals while working you on his dick. degrades the fuck out of you, will say shit like ‘aw is my pretty baby gonna cry? haven’t even given you my cock yet and i’ve already turned you into a little crybaby slut’ while fucking you knuckle deep, curling his fingers against your pussy walls while pressing the pad of his thumb hard down on your clit - the throbbing feeling of being oh so close to cumming eating away yet again, already losing count of how many times this night he dragged out your orgasm just to rip it away from you at the very last minute. loves seeing those cute little tears of yours while pressing one of your pretty pink vibrators into you, filling you up so nicely but not being enough for you to actually finally spill. hovers over you with such a mean grin on his face, watching the tears trail down your frustrated face - chest heaving as the vibrations of the toy stimulated your cunt. definitely calls you a ‘cute dumb whore’ once a loud cry rips out against your throat when he suddenly pulls the toy from you, hips following the movement and slipping into you just as your pussy missed the feeling of being full for a split second. this mf would laugh straight in your face at the sound of your pathetic whimpers if he wasn’t so focused on the feeling of your heat closing in around him. makes sure you feel the curve of his cock kissing against your womb with slow, deep thrusts - filling you with a warmth that some useless plastic dick couldn’t provide. defiantly one of his favourite sights and he’ll be sure to fuck those tears out of you each and every time no matter how much you fight to hold them back, he’s so mean istg :(
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍
he doesn’t mean to make you cry, he swears !! he just gets so carried away from the pretty view of you on your knees before him, sparkling eyes spilling over with tears while he fucks into your mouth - hips rutting forward to feed his cock down your warm throat and you were just as eagerly sucking him in like the good girl you are for him. how was he not supposed to lose it? >:( tried to be so soft with you to begin with but as soon as he feels your tongue licking up his shaft before pressing it hard down against his the slit of his tip he fucking loses it. tangles his fingers in your hair and pushes your head down deeper onto his dick until your nose was practically pressed against the trimmed patch of hair above his cock - chuckles through his nose as he watches you struggle to breath but continue to sick him off. defiantly will cock train your mouth a lot and claims its to work on your gag reflex - but really he just likes to see you choke around him with tears and mascara staining your face. the type to brush his thumb under your eye to catch a stray tear so softly, as if he wasn’t currently fucking your throat with no mercy. also really likes the little cries and whines you make around him, the sound pounding around his cock and only encouraging him to grind his hips into you even deeper. defiantly the type to bring it up in future just to see the cute little flush that takes over your face (also, he likes bragging to the other guys that he fucks you so well that you end up sobbing on his dick but he’ll never tell you that) 
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© 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐬 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.
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soseojade · 1 year
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In desperate NEED of some sickeningly sweet Hyunjin fluff, maybe where he’s sick, maybe caught a bug or something at dance practice and he’s being stubborn so the boys call y/n to come convince him to go home and rest and she takes good care of him🥹
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A/N: hello! I’m sorry this took a while for me to get to. Work has been crazy demanding lately and I’ve also been having some personal issues recently 😅 but I think this idea is sososo cute and I hope you like it!! ❤️❤️❤️ thanks for the request, my inbox is always open 😊
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warnings: kissing, pet names
genre: sick hyunjin x reader, fluff
word count: 2.2k
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You sat down on the couch, wearing your boyfriend’s comfy pajamas and sipping a warm cup of coffee. Today was your first day off in a long time, and although you wanted to spend it with Hyunjin, you understood that he was busy with the new comeback.
Scrolling through the TV, you decided against watching your favorite kdrama, not wanting to get ahead of your boyfriend since you always watched it together. You were trying to find something else to watch when you heard your phone ring. Picking it up from the table beside the couch, you saw that it was Chan and decided to answer since it could be important.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Hey, Y/N? Hyunjin’s got a cold or something and he’s refusing to head home….”
“A cold? Is he okay?” You had been dating Hyunjin for over a year, and if there was anything you learned about him, it was that he took his work very seriously, even above his health at times. Especially with the new comeback, it would not be easy to convince him to stay home.
“I think he’s okay. Just needs to rest, but you know how he can be sometimes… always working past his limits. I wanted to ask if you could come to pick him up…. He always listens to you.”
You let out a smile at the thought, “yeah! Of course I can. Poor thing… he’s not too bad, right?”
“I’m not sure. He’s acting normal, but it might just be to convince us he’s okay. He does look a bit pale. And he’s been sniffling nonstop.”
“Alright, I’ll be there as soon as I can. Keep an eye on him and make sure he gets some water, okay?”
“Of course, thank you Y/N!”
You hung up the phone and immediately got off the couch to put on some acceptable clothes. Then, you opened Hyunjin’s drawer to pick out some pajamas of his and lay them down on your shared bed. Leaving the bedroom, you headed out the the front door of your apartment.
Once you arrived at studio, it was a maze to get to the dance room, where Chan had texted that the boys were. However, eventually, you found it, and opened the door to see your boyfriend, pale, tired, and dancing himself into further exhaustion.
The boys all ran up to Hyunjin and got his attention, pointing to you. He turned his head, face lighting up when his eyes met yours.
“Hey baby! Whatcha doing here?” He asked, out of breath, while jogging up to you. His hair was a mess and his voice sounded groggy and congested.
“Aww Hyunie, you’re clearly sick… please let me take you back to our place. You can get some re-”
“Baby, I’m fine, I really need to work on this dance,” he tried to reason, but you remained with a face of disapproval and stared at him, “it’s just a small cold. The weather, you know?” He sniffled and grabbed a tissue from his pocket, bringing it to his reddened nose, looking toward Chan, “you brought her here to convince me to go home, didn’t you?”
Chan made a guilty face, “that’s not important. You need the rest and I can’t have the other kids catching whatever you have.”
Hyunjin opened his mouth to protest, but you stopped him, grabbing his hand and trying your best to pull him out of the room, “come on, it’s okay. You can practice later. You need to take care of your health, Hyunie.” It was true, he never cared about his health as much as his work and you couldn’t help but worry about him.
“But I’m not sick!”
You sighed. He wasn’t taking no for an answer. New strategy. “Alright, kiss me then,” you told him in a confident tone.
There was a pause before he thought up an answer, “baby- I don’t have to kiss you to prove that I’m not sick,” he responded along with nervous laughter.
You looked up into his tired eyes, “do it anyway. I want a kiss.” The boys were now watching the two you intently, eager to see if Hyunjin would risk getting you sick to prove his point.
Hyunjin stayed quiet and thought about it for a while.
“Exactly. You know that you’re sick, love. It’ll be good! I’ll make you some soup, you can get comfortable in your pajamas, we can watch-”
“Just do it,” Chan exclaimed, pushing Hyunjin toward you, “go be with your girl, the dance is perfect anyway.”
“But-”
“No buts. Go.” Chan was more stern this time.
“Yeah! Go!” Han yelled dramatically, making everyone laugh.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. Go get better.” Chan continued pushing your boyfriend until he was out the door, leaving you to take him home.
When you arrived at the apartment with Hyunjin, it seemed like he was already about half asleep, unable to keep his acting game up any longer.
“Okay, baby, I got out your pajamas, they’re laid out on your bed,” you kissed his cheek, “you change and I’ll get some soup going, okay?” You ran your hands through his soft hair, trying to get it to look more straight.
“Mkay,” your boyfriend mumbled, heading toward the bedroom door like a zombie. It made you sad to see him like that since he was usually energetic and excited, but everyone gets sick and you just needed to focus on helping him the best you could.
Entering the kitchen, you got out a pot and started making soup in hopes that it would help him feel better. Thankfully, you had a quick recipe and were able to get all the ingredients in while he was changing. Looking over your shoulder, you saw your boyfriend, messy hair, pale, tired, in his pajamas, and wearing a sad expression.
“Aww Hyunie, come on, let’s get you to the couch, okay?” You guided him to his spot on the couch and grabbed a blanket to put over him, “I’m gonna get a thermometer and we can check your temperature, okay?”
“Mhm,” was all he could manage to get out. You could tell it was getting worse.
When you came back to the couch with the thermometer, he looked more than just sick, possibly upset, “Y/N?” His tone was worried.
“Yes, baby?”
“I’m so sorry you have to deal with me on your day off- I didn’t want it to be like this..”
“Huh? Baby, no,” you crouched down beside the couch to be at the same level as him, running your hands through his hair once more in hopes to reassure him, “I’m happy to help you, okay?”
Hyunjin just looked at you, still upset, “but- today was your only day off and you’ve been so stressed about work and now you’re here and stuck with me and-”
“Oh no, baby,” you rubbed your hand against his back, “baby, you’re okay, I promise. You are the most important thing to me, okay? You. The most important. Not work, not free time, not anything. You’re not a bother. I’m happy to take care of you,” you bent down to kiss his forehead, then stood back up to get the remote, handing it to Hyunjin, “here, we can watch whatever you want. I’m gonna go stir the soup.” You handed him the remote along with the thermometer, which he took.
From stirring the soup, you could tell it would be ready by the end of your episode, which Hyunjin already had going on the TV. You grabbed a towel and ran cold water over it, then opened the cabinet to get some medicine.
“Hyunie, do you have water over there?”
“Mhm,” he let out. He still sounded miserable.
You headed back to the couch where your boyfriend laid with the thermometer in his mouth, then sat next to his head, patting your leg, “come here, lay your head on my lap,” Hyunjin didn’t protest, adjusting himself until he was where you wanted him. You placed the cold towel over his head and took the thermometer out of his mouth, “aww, a small fever. You poor thing,” you bent down to kiss his cheek, somehow hoping it would make him feel better, “I’ve got some medicine for you to take whenever you can sit up again.”
“Okay,” he mumbled, slightly nuzzling the side of his face into your lap and watching the TV. You ran your fingers through his hair and watched with him as he tried to fall asleep.
“I know you really wanted to work on your dance today. I know your plans were ruined and you have things to get done. But I’m happy you came here to rest. You didn’t ruin my plans, I didn’t have any anyway. And there’s nothing I’d rather be doing right now than sitting here with you, running my fingers through your hair like this while we watch TV… even though you’re sick… your presence will always make me happy, Hyunie…. I love you.” You looked down to him, seeing his pretty face completely still and peaceful- he was asleep. You couldn’t help but smile at how beautiful he looked, even when he was sick. And even when he was sick, he still worried about you and your plans, “Hyunie, you’re so perfect…” you whispered to him before taking the remote out of his still hand and turning the TV volume down so it wouldn’t wake him up.
When the episode was finished, you carefully stood up and replaced your lap with a pillow. Thankfully, Hyunjin stayed asleep, and you tiptoed into the kitchen to check on the soup, which was ready. You distributed it into two bowls and returned to the couch to find your boyfriend awake and sat up, watching the next episode of your show.
“Aww, did I wake you up?” You asked him, handing his bowl to him before sitting next to him on the couch.
“Mhm, but it’s okay~ I wanted to eat,” his voice was still groggy, “this smells so good, babe. Thanks for making it.”
“Of course,” you told him, watching him dip his spoon in the soup and bring it to his mouth.
“Is it yummy?”
“Mhm, very yummy,” he looked at you with his adorable smile.
“Oh, Hyunie, you’ve got some on your chin,” you told him, bringing your hand to his face and rubbing the soup off of his chin with your thumb. Did everything he did have to be so adorable?
“Oh, thanks,” he gave out a small giggle before returning his attention to the TV. You watched him as he did this, realizing that there was nothing else you’d rather be doing. Even though you needed to take care of him and do everything for him on your day off, you wouldn’t have it any other way. As long as you got to see him, you were happy, and his sweetness showed you that he felt the same way.
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A/N: ehhh I’m not really proud of this but the idea is so sweet!! 🥹 it may not reach my expectations but I hope it reaches someone’s. Feedback is always appreciated!! And I am dyslexic, so if you see a grammar or spelling mistake that I missed, please let me know and I will fix it. ❤️❤️ love you!! I hope everyone is having a good holiday 😊
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mythicalmyles · 1 year
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— request,
somnophilia, breeding kink (moreso for the reader), nipple play + extreme dubcon
the reader has been so pent up recently and haven't had the time to pleasure himself... so when he suddenly has a wet dream he doesn't question it, even when it starts too feel /too/ real and sososo good. It's not like there's a real person laying on top of him, pinning him down to his bed while they fuck him (longdeeprough), and toy with his nipples, right? still. Since this IS a dream he can do whatever he wants, like push his hips back the same time the person fucks into him. and well, if he wakes up to hickeys on his neck and an ache in his lower back, just blame it on a bug and how he slept the previous night.
- same anon who requested the last somnophilia ask that you posted. :') thank you really, i enjoy your writing a lot.
Hope u dm i added some more and i lov u also ir so detailed god bless u frfr
18+ dubcon, somno, breeding, medication/misuse mention, also used Hoodie since u didnt specify who hope thats okay:,)
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(Name) felt his eyes start to droop close as his medication finally hit him, his insomnia had gotten bad lately and he was taking more then suggested. He felt his cock harden for a brief moment and sighed, he was too tired he’d been super busy lately he hadn’t had a moment alone.
Before another thought could cross his mind he was passed out.
It wasnt much longer after that his window creeked open, afterall, he was in the middle of nowhere. There was no one for miles and miles, he was the perfect victim. Whoever broken would be gone long before any cop came.
Hoodie smirked to himself as he crept in, the room was coated in dark but due to his lifestyle it wasn’t much of a hinderance to him.
He easily made his way to the bed of his sleeping victim, taking a moment to look at their sleeping face. Hoodie froze, his eyes glued to them.
A smirk took over his features, he could have some fun. He pulled the covers off of the other male and threw them to the bottom of the bed, leaving them exposed to him.
His only obstacles being the boxers and shirt that currently donned (Name), he took a moment to take his own pants off before situating himself inbetween (Names) legs.
He marvled at the softness and gently squeezed the flesh, he bit his lip at the skin he grabbed before letting go.
He made sure to be gentle as he took (Names) shirt off, pausing to tweak his nipples.
Once he finally had it off he dropped it off the side of the bed, moving back to play with (Names) hardened buds. They reacted so quickly Hoodie shivered, he hoped the other was this sensitive everywhere.
He paused as (Names) face scrunched up and they shuffled position, after a few moments he let out a sigh and continued.
He pulled his mask up just enough to suck on one of (Names) nipples as his other hand flicked and played with the other, once (Name) squirmed again Hoodie paused only to switch to the other a moment later.
After abusing (Names) nipples Hoodie pulled back, he used his own saliva to lube up his finger.
With his free hand he pulled down (Names) boxers, leaving them at the knees before placing his legs on his shoulders.
Due to the position his finger slid in with little resistance and Hoodie couldn’t help but moan at how tight (Name) felt. Hoodie couldn’t help but imagine what would happen if they were awake, he pictured the boy crying and squirming. He let out a low groan as his cock pulsed and he pushed another finger into (Names) hole.
This time he was met with a furrowed brow and squirm, part of Hoodie wanted him to wake up to Hoodie ramming into him with his fingers but he’d rather have the other wake up on his cock.
Hoodie wasnt patient and had three fingers in before he probably should have, but he wanted to be inside them.
Once he felt (Name) had loosened up enough he pulled out his fingers, grinning when they subconsciously chased him.
He was quick to angle his cock at their ass, head pushing against hole. He rubbed (Names) rim for a few seconds and relished as their body twitched again.
He spat on his hand a few times before using it to lube up his cock, he then started pushing into (Name). Hoodie almost snapped and started ramming his cock into (Name), the tight heat enveloping his cock drove Hoodie insane.
Hoodie took a breath before slowly pushing into him, Hoodie bit his lip as his cock sunk deeper into (Name). He ended up having to pause a few times as he nearly woke (Name) up, once hoodie was fully deep inside of (Name) he took a moment to admire the others sweat covered face and twitching brow.
Hoodie tested the waters by slowly pulling out and pushing back in, he was met with a discomforted moan as (Names) body pulled itself together.
Hoodie froze, he wanted to at least see how far into fucking them he could get before they woke up. Luckily they made no other movements and Hoodie began to slowly fuck them, after a few thrusts (Name) let out quiet hum like moans.
One of Hoodies hands moved from (Names) hips to his nipple, rolling the bud and gently flicking it as he sped up his thrusts.
The sound of (Names) thighs slapping Hoodies was dopamine inducing and His head fell back as he thrusted roughly into the other, not noticing their sleepy eyes open for a moment before closing again.
(Names) moans picked up and he raised his hips up as his head flew back, this had to have been the best wet dream. It felt so real.
(Name) was too high on ecstasy and too dopey off of medication to really think. He let out a loud groan as a body landed on top of him, the feeling of their mouth sucking on his neck was intoxicating.
“Hmm breed me.” (Names) speech was entirely slurred and he could barley comprehend that he was the one who said it.
“Oh ill breed you good baby boy.” Came a deep voice. It didnt take much after that for (Name) to cum all over himself as Hoodie also hit his prostate dead on with every trust.
(Name) completely passed out and Hoodie almost laughed, he would’ve laughed if he hadn’t came in the same breath. “So pretty full of my seed.” Hoodie whispered after pulling out, using his fingers to push some of his cum back in.
He quickly stood up after not wanting to push his luck and quickly pulled on his pants, leaving the way he came.
The next day (Name) woke up with a sore back and ass, he shrugged it off as his back sorting out after finally getting a full nights sleep. He pulled the covers off and gazed at his own naked body, he’d sworn he’d worn clothes.
He quickly caught sight of them by the bed on the floor, he rolled his eyes at himself. He probably got too hot and stripped again. He laughed at himself as he noticed cum all over himself. “Jesus christ couldn’t wait until today huh?” He questioned himself aloud before getting up from his bed. He quickly threw on his boxers and shirt, he’d shower later he was thirsty.
He sleepily poured himself a drink, his throat drier then a desert. He caught his neck in a mirror, eyebrows furrowing at the red marks all over him.
He let out a small whine as he frowned, he hated bugs and the thought of them making a meal of him last night was horrifying, he quickly pulled out his phone to buy bed bug and anti bug spray, he wasn’t going to take any risks.
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yuukei-yikes · 1 year
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What are your thoughts on whatever tf is going on between Kano and Shintaro post-str?
HEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEH OK LISTEN TO ME
kano is so in love with shintaro its embarrassing like ive reread the novels recently and girl.... hes down so bad its so embarrassing fgkjfdghjkfdghjhgnkjdhgkjdkj like post str shintaro has all this tomfoolery going on with ayano right. and kano...oh my god like.
kano finally got everything he wanted. everything he worked so hard for and acted kind of an ass for is here and now he's just like...left with all this self hatred and guilt bc hes like damn i shut out my siblings and dealed with all this myself and was a dick to this guy who wasnt even knowingly related to all this shit and i. got away with it? like i got everything i wanted? my sister is back? so he's just VERY depressed and feels so undeserving and guilty
everyone else is like in a relationship or whatever (im not a fan of when every single character has a love interest but damn kagepro does romance so fucking well has anyone ever noticed. anyways) and eventually before he realises it kano is living on his own and he's just generally so lost and without purpose and augh *dies* WAIT THIS WAS ABT KANOSHIN
sry i cant talk abt a ship if i dont talk a lil bit abt the characters themselves. like ok kano has All That going on and ON TOP OF IT.... HE LIKES HIS SISTER'S BOYFRIEND. THE SISTER HE'S BEEN TRYING SO HARD TO NOT LET GO OF ALL THIS TIME. THE SISTER HE'S SO INSANELY HAPPY TO HAVE BACK. so of course that makes him spiral down into guilt even more. shintaro and kano are sort of madeup too bc ok i know in the Good End we dont rly see moments like in the novels like kano coming clean abt clearing eyes or disguising himself as ayano but i like to think these moments happen at some point anyway. so going by this kano and shintaro ARE on good terms, shintaro has forgiven kano, he's all cute smiling to him and kanos like AUUUGHHH. and sort of. reverts back to being a little bit of a dick to him.
not super directly but sort of how he was at the beginning, acting how he acts with everyone but there's like a Vibe. shintaro notices and hes like damn i thought we were ok but ig its because im dating ayano and he's overprotective. and that's rly part of the reason too!! shintaros relationship with ayano is sososo messy so kano is so ANGRY because this asshole is out there making his sister cry!!! idiot bitch!!! BUT ALSO HE STILL LIKES HIM
i think when shintaro and ayano have Their Break kano and shintaro have a fucked up little thing that neither would qualify as a relationship bc both are busy hating themselves but like. they definitely kiss you know what i mean. that pic that's like we both have problems that making out won't solve but it can't make it any worse (except it does because this is so fucking messy KANO IS SHINTARO'S (EX AT THE TIME I DONT THINK HE'D CHEAT)GIRLFRIEND'S BROTHER. THAT SUCKS SO BAD FOR HER) also shintaros internal homophobia etc etc etc. lol a fucked up moment of shintaro practicing apologizing to ayano with kano disguising himself as her bc hey i need to practice while looking at her face. and its so messed up for them both. theyre the worst
when shintaro and ayano are back together he would tell her while kano would take it to his grave and augh it brings drama between ayano and kano which is exactly the last thing kano would ever want and hes so mad at shintaro. ayano isnt rly mad she's just surprised and worried for kano, because she doesnt rly see it as omg so fucked up my brother likes my bf she rather sees it like my brother is in pain and currently suffering from unrequited(?) love i need to help him!! and starts kind of helicoptering over kano and eventually kano has a breakdown etcetcetc i dont have an ending for this but these are basically my thoughts lol
ofc there's also shintaro just dates both and/or doesn't get back together with ayano... those are also good options that i like too heh
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Hi hello I hope you saw my tags on your most recent artwork, but I’ve been stalking your ship tag for Murdoc & very animatedly reading your fics. I am in love w this concept. He deserves love. Your personal post about not having anyone to gush/rant to was my final straw in debating whether or not to send you an ask, so here I am to say that’s over now!!! We’re going to be best friends bc apparently, you’re already best friends w my husband, so I’m adopting you. You’re my friend-in-law. You can’t get rid of me. I’m inviting you to our house for dinner (I have a whole thing about being the dinner party couple w Mac 🥺🤧)
I will let you get to this & maybe find my tags before I continue rambling, but I’m so excited!!! I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this since I found you!!! I can’t wait to have a new buddy & swap lore. Also, Ezra is one of my favorite male-oriented names AND was the name of my main f/o from a couple years ago, when I first found out what self-shipping was!!! Obvi Mac is my main now haha. But yeah, I’m stoked :’) talk to you soon, hopefully! <33
HELLO!!! OKAY LOOK
so first off, i didn't answer this quite as soon as i saw it because I was busy happy-freaking out a bit at having another MacGyver selfshipper find me!! BUT as soon as THAT was over, I got right down to being as normal as possible (read as, combing through a good portion of your blog to see your ship with Mac) about meeting you!!/lh If you'll excuse the mildly creepy behavior on my part, I'd LOVE to be friends with you, Emily!!!/gen
I don't even know where to start with this but I'm SOSOSO psyched that MacGyver has someone as cool as you to love him!! He deserves it, such a sweetheart of a guy!!/p
AND even though my bf has a history of trying to kill your husband, I promise, I've mellowed him out enough to interact with you two without fear ahaha!! (in my selfship AU, Murdoc is still very very unpredictable and highly lethal but he's definitely more domesticated now, thanks to Emmett, my self insert LOL)
And yea!!! Im so happy you found me!!! Im super excited to have someone to chat about this with and you seem really cool overall too!! And aww, thank youu!! I like my name too, haha!!
ANYWAYS, now that I'm done rambling a bit haha, I'll post this and hopefully you see it soon enough bc if you're comfortable with it, I can hop into your dms and we can talk some more there, if you want!!/nf But, I wanted to ask first just in case!!
Stay safe and happy!!! :D
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gnflorida · 3 years
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do i forgive dream, months later, for the harmless decision to support his favorite mob in a silly twitter poll? absolutely the fuck not
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peacelovengranola · 3 years
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Hello @maguna-stxrk. I saved your ask to draft and Tumblr made it go poof. So I'm posting my response here with the original ask.
"hello sybil! i recently came across one of your stevetony artworks titled “puppy love” and i just wanted to say that i really adore it very, very much. there’s always a really nice vintage feel to your art style that i love. for this art piece in particular, i love the way you draw and color the pink blanket, the puppy’s (does the puppy have a name? 👀❤️) fluffy hair, and steve and tony’s hair. the curls in the puppy’s hair as well as steve and tony’s hair look so gorgeous, it makes me want to run my fingers through them. and that pink blanket is honestly So Beautiful. the way you draw and color the blanket—all its curves and shadows—makes it look like pink sea waves or strawberry gelato and it’s so gorgeous. it looks so Soft and honestly? i kinda want one for myself 😆🥰 i adore the expressions on their faces. it looks like tony is teasing steve about something and they both look so beautiful, happy, content, and in love. i also love tony’s polkadot sleep shirt (i think it’s so cute! 🥺) and i loveee the way you color/contour the curves of steve’s arm muscles (i am Looking Respectfully 👀🤍). the whole scene is So Domestic and Comfy and it makes me long for the comforts of my own bed... (although there is no steve, tony, or the adorable puppy in my bed... 😔💔) thank you so much for the beautiful artwork, the stevetony fandom is so lucky to have you! 🥺❤️"
Hello, sorry this took longer - responding to one of the kindest messages I have ever received was something very special and the last few weeks have just been so busy.
Firstly, the “vintage feeling” is something I have always wanted to lean into but couldn’t turn it on and off. But ohmygod someone noticed?! I'm feeling like andy Dwyer and his “I have no idea what I'm doing but I know I'm doing really well” quote.
Second, all the colouring is the product of experimenting with overlays on Procreate, which are not the best lol. Personally, I was on the fence about how it looked but I am super glad someone liked it.
The expressions are always the hardest part but usually the most rewarding for me - I'm sososo glad you like them. Capturing fluid scenes and getting someone to come up with a little backstory is the ultimate compliment. I can barely express how much it means to me that you said that. This whole comment is so reassuring, complimenting all the things I was insecure about in this piece.
Now, I am saving the dog part for last because it is going to be long and annoying and you only asked for her name lol. Name: I’m thinking Dolly. And like Steve and Tony sing her Dolly Parton tunes to howl along with. I tried to make her look like an Irish Wolf Hound because we had a mix when I was younger - but I’ll have to get better at it. She’s Steve’s princess. He takes her for runs in the morning with Sam and carries all 120 pounds of her around when she gives him The Look. Maybe it takes Tony a little longer to warm up to his giant dust bunny who just appeared in his home giving him puppy eyes that rivalled only Steve's.
Okay, I'm done now. Thank you a thousand times for this Ask and this opportunity to talk about my furry headcanon, it seriously made my whole summer.
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sixthsensed · 4 years
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WE’RE OPENED !!! ok hi i’m sososo excited to meet everyone !! you can call me merry but tbh i’ll answer to anything gfnjsdj i’m 22 && i think i put she/her on my app, but any pronouns are all right by me :] this is jaime, ex socialite && part time medium’s apprentice at antiques shop/medium service forget me not
links !! bio | profile | connections
under the cut is also a summary on his background && personality !! if you’d like to plot, u can like this && i’ll come to you :)
background ! ( tw: themes of death )
his mom was a witch who eloped with a noble before he & his sibling were born. she ran away with her new husband to marseille to escape the prosecution of her coven in seoul
jaime had a pretty idyllic childhood until his magick started manifesting and he turned out to have very sensitive extrasensory abilities ?
long story short, his father didn’t like it at all bc it would tarnish their family image, BUT he still loved jaime’s mother ( whose witch bloodline was only “more acceptable” because it didn’t manifest in ways that inconvenienced him :\ ), so jaime was just treated as a wayward little footnote in their story && taught to be good, quiet, & “normal,” especially when family business was involved. he basically suppressed his magick until he was eighteen, when he finally had enough and decided to leave
he’s in seoul now, because his eomma always used to talk about her coven here, but he actually has no idea where to look or how to contact them, so he’s just been on his own since
personality ! ( tw: themes of death )
an apprentice to the witch && medium at the shop. he’s recently started doing small things like psychometry and occasionally helping people sense the presence of their loved ones, but this tends to be a huge emotional drain for him
a lil sheltered ?? and maybe still naive in some ways, but also naturally wary of people. he’s v quiet ... usually keeps to himself ... has a resting bitch face ... how unfortunate LMAO but he’s so shifty around new people that he’s sometimes glad it puts them off
get to know him a little better, and he actually has a subtle, sarcastic sense of humor ? he’s tbh a lil spoiled too ... he’s had time to get used to his new lifestyle but old habits still show thru bad money management and how he’ll lowkey sulk when he doesn’t get something he wants dfbhdnjs
despite first impressions he’s not heartless ,, he feels a lot of things, he just never learned how to express them properly or healthily :\ also soaking up so much death and grief leaves him feeling so heavy so often, and he tends to cling to any source of brightness he can find
he likes to draw && paint in his free time or wander around the city exploring. the urban lifestyle’s still kind of new to him, and he’s always looking for quiet pockets of nature and peace
again, he’s really just trying to get by and find someplace to feel At Home at, u feel ?? 
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ukulelewrites · 7 years
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Lipstick Prince
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A/N: this is my first time writing anything like this so i’m like shookth. huge thanks to the @smols-n-tols bc admin jinyoung helped me sososo very much with this fic. without her “gracefully shoved his tongue down my throat” might’ve actually been a line. Also this is kim donghan aka the loml, please support him lots when jbj debuts!
Pairing: Kim Donghan x Reader
Genre: ,,,,,fluff? kinda? kinda steamy? idk, i’ll figure it out
Word Count: 2k words
Summary: Interning at FAVE Entertainment? Great! Being the lead stylist for JBJ? Awesome! Having to help one of the members with recreating an old picture? Well, that’s a different story…
Interning for FAVE Entertainment as a makeup artist and stylist was probably the best thing to have happened to you. You got to do Yezi’s eye makeup for her comeback, and you were even allowed to help coordinate IU’s outfits for her concerts. Being able to interact with such talented and amazing artists along with being constantly surrounded by hardworking, talented style coordinators was a real life dream come true. The company even gave you a little corner of the office where you kept your sewing machine and makeup bag. It was an uneventful afternoon in the office, so you busied yourself with looking at different makeup looks online and taking notes of which ones were doable for Fiestar’s next comeback. “Hey Y/N,” one of the fellow interns called out. 
“Yes?” you swivelled around in your chair. 
“Manager-nim wants to see you,” they said, and you nodded, picking up your notebook before heading towards your manager’s office.
“Manager-nim?” you called out as you peeked your head into his office. He was sitting at his desk and motioned for you to take the seat in front of him. 
When you sat down, he spoke up, “Y/N, I’ve been looking at your work recently, and I’m quite proud to see your improvement.” You bowed at his compliment, letting a small smile slip past your lips. “Recently FAVE Entertainment has taken up a new boy group, you’ve heard of JBJ right?” 
You nodded your head; you’ve been following news regarding the company closely since you’ve joined. “They’re a project group made up of trainees from Produce 101 if I’m not mistaken,” you replied. 
“Well, Y/N, I’d like for you to be one of their main stylists,” your head shot up at his statement, “with supervision from your sunbaes of course, but after looking at some of your style compilations, I think you have what it takes to ensure the boys don’t suffer a fashion disaster.” 
You looked at him in shock before shooting up out of your seat, “Thank you so much, sir. I won’t let you down!” You bowed before running out the door back to your desk; you had some work to do.
You stood on the set of JBJ’s photoshoot, working hastily on Kenta’s eye makeup. The man himself was quite talkative, so he asked you questions about yourself as you applied more eyeshadow. “So how’d you get to be a stylist? You look kinda young to be working,” he said, fluttering his eyes closed.
“I’m a ‘98 liner, so I guess I’m a bit young to be working? But I’m just an intern they picked up after seeing my YouTube channel, nothing special, ya know?” 
He opened his eyes and looked at you in surprise, “Really? A beauty channel? What’s it called so I can subscribe?” You tried to dissuade him, but he was stubborn, so you gave way and gave him the name of your channel. “I’ll subscribe to it tonight when I get back to the dorms!” You finished his eye makeup and shoo’ed him away so you can work on the next member. 
Donghan plopped himself into your chair and instantly closed his eyes before speaking, “I got so tired of waiting. Knowing how talkative Kenta-hyung can get, I’m going first next time,” he ended his sentence with a small little pout. 
You laughed at his statement before tapping his lips with your fingers, “Don’t pout, it tenses up your face and makes it harder for me to do your makeup.” He peeked open one eye and stuck out his tongue at you before relaxing his face, finally allowing you to get to work.
“Okay everyone, the next concept for the photos will be iconic pictures of the boys,” the photographer said to all the stylists. You nodded along as the photographer went through the different pictures he wanted to replicate; you kept a giggle to yourself when you saw a picture of Taehyun scratching his stomach, and you almost let out a snort at a picture of a bespeckled Kenta fanboying his heart out at a Teen Top concert. However, you felt your mouth dry when the photographer switched to Donghan’s picture. You’ve never seen so many kiss marks on anyone in your entire life. 
Timidly, you asked, “Who’s going to be applying the kiss marks to him?” 
The photographer shrugged, “Well, I think that’s more of a stylist’s problem to solve? Hopefully you can find someone to do it soon.” You looked to the rest of your crew, and they averted their eyes.
“C’mon, unnie, why can’t you do it? You always comment on how cute he is!” you whined over lunch. 
She plopped a grape into her mouth before replying, “Because, I have a boyfriend who would freak out if he found out I did something like that! And that’s the same with the rest of the team. According to my knowledge, you’re the only single one!” 
You pouted at her, “But he’ll understand if it’s for work right?” She glared at you from over her water bottle. You threw your hands up in defeat. 
“Why don’t you want to do it so badly? He’s the same age as you isn’t he? So it’s not like, creepy or anything,” she said as the two of you stood up to throw away your trash.
“Because, unnie, I’ve never actually, ya know,” your voice dropped to a whisper, “kissed anyone.” 
She stared at you blankly before bursting out into laughter, “Well, it looks like you’re gonna have to do it soon, sweetheart. You’re lucky he’s cute too; my first kiss was with this-” her voice trailed off as you caught Donghan’s eyes focusing on you. A blush erupted across your face as you averted your gaze.
You nervously wrung your hands as you waited for Donghan to enter the room set aside for you to apply the kiss marks onto him. You replayed your unnie’s word before you entered the room, “Don’t feel awkward, just pretend like you’re kissing your mom on the cheek, but with more pressure, and instead of your mom, it’s an insanely attractive idol, okay? Good luck!” You leaned against the table that held all of your makeup, and then Donghan peeked his head into the room. You noticed that he was already dressed loose fitted dress shirt and black slacks; you gestured for him to sit down on the chair. “Um,” you tried to focus your gaze on his nose instead of his lips, “I’ll do your base makeup before I, um, apply the marks.” He just looked up at you through his eyelashes and hummed. You got to work, trying to calm down your nerves. Every now and then Donghan would tell you a little story about JBJ’s preparations for debut, and you’d smile and nod at the appropriate times, but on the inside, you were freaking out.
Soon enough you finished with his base makeup, so you grabbed the two lipsticks from your table, “Pink or red?” 
He looked at you in confusion, “W-what?” 
You moved the lipsticks closer to his face, willing your hands not to shake, “Do you want pink kisses or red kisses?” 
You noted the way he shifted awkwardly in his seat and the blush that bloomed on his cheeks, “R-red, the photographer said it’d be, uh, sexier.” You placed the pink lipstick back onto the table before uncapping the red lipstick’s tube. Donghan’s eyes were trained onto you, and you noted the way he cleared his throat when you ran your tongue over your lips out of nerves. You turned your attention to the mirror, making sure you applied the lipstick perfectly, even puckering a little bit at the end. You then turned back to see Donghan staring at you in apprehension. You couldn’t help but laugh at his expression; he pouted, “Why are you laughing?” 
You tried to keep your laughter under control before replying, “You look like a cornered pup. Why are you so scared, it’s not like this is the first time you’re letting someone do this to you.” 
He crossed his arms over his chest, “Well, for your information, my friends made the kiss marks, and I went to an all boys’ school, so yes, I’m quite nervous because a female is kissing me today.” At the word “kiss,” your body stiffened. 
“Ah yeah, I should probably start now, shouldn’t I? Before everyone gets impatient,” you said before moving towards him, “I’ll start putting them on your shirt first, if that’s okay with you?” He nodded and turned his head away from you. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pressed a kiss there before kneeling down to place kisses on the front of his shirt. “I guess I’ll start placing them on your face first before working my way down, is that okay?” Donghan quickly nodded before shutting his eyes closed. You placed a kiss upon his temple before moving down to place a couple on his cheeks. However, as you placed a kiss on his neck, he let out a little groan. Instantly you jumped back with wide eyes, and Donghan looked back at you, equally as shocked. 
“Um, I’m sorry, about that,” he trailed off, trying to fight back the reddening of his cheeks. 
“Uh, no it’s fine, I’ll just keep going?” you didn’t know how to react, but you’d be lying to yourself if your heart didn’t flutter just a little bit at his groan. However, you noticed Donghan’s stance in his seat; his hands were practically imprinted into the arms of his chair. “Donghan, are you okay?” you asked tentatively, resting a hand on his shoulder. 
He placed his hand over yours before looking up at you, “Actually, I’m not that okay because I really want to kiss you right now, so I’m gonna ask this. Can I kiss you right now?” You looked at him in shock, but you couldn’t deny the little voice in the back of your head screaming “yes,” especially with Donghan looking the way he did right now. 
With a small voice, you answered, “Yes, you can kiss me.”
With your consent, Donghan stood up from his chair and backed you into the table. Gripping your waist, he lifted you up onto the table before placing himself between your legs and wrapping his arms around your waist. Then, he leaned down and caught your lips with his. At first, you stayed frozen, unsure exactly how you were supposed to do this, but after a beat, you figured it out. Your eyes fluttered shut and you moved your lips against Donghan’s as you slowly trailed your hands up to tangle your fingers into his hair. Right as you pulled lightly on his hair, he softly bit down on your lower lip, causing you let out a gasp. At that sound, you felt Donghan smile against your lips. His hands rubbed circles into your waist before he pulled himself away from you. However you realized something shift in Donghan’s eyes as he stared down at you, and next thing you know, his lips are back on yours, harsher, more urgent than before. His hands ran up and down your sides as he pulled you closer to him. Your legs found them wrapped around him, and your hands found purchase tangled in his hair. Donghan quickly broke away from the kiss, and you let out a whimper at the lack of contact. His hands rested on your waist, “Sorry, Y/N, if we continued, I don’t think I would be able to stop.” You leaned forward to press a kiss against his neck before trailing them down his chest. 
Breathlessly, you said, “It’s okay, Donghan, I’m not scared,” and with those words he was back on you, this time his hands found themselves tangled in your hair. His tongue swiped against your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You quickly obliged, and you found yourself being entangled in a game of push and pull with him; the both of you fighting for dominance. Just as you were about to move your lips towards his neck, a knock interrupted you. Quickly, Donghan moved away from you and settled himself back into the chair as you hopped off of the table, fixing your hair and clothes before grabbing a random makeup brush. 
Then, your unnie stuck her head into the room, “It looks like you’re done with Donghan’s makeup, Y/N,” you nodded, “Donghan, you’re up for the camera.” 
He flashed her a smile, “I’ll be right out, Noona!” She shut the door, leaving the two of you alone again. You let out a sigh of relief. Donghan got out of his seat and straightened his shirt, getting ready for his pictures. You did a couple last minute fix-ups before Donghan grabbed your wrist and swooping down for another kiss. Just as quickly as it started, Donghan pulled away from you before shooting you a full-blown grin. He leaned forward and whispered into your ear, “This isn’t the end, Y/N,” and with those words, he walked out the door.
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