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tyunniez · 5 months
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look at yourself, pretty... bottom male reader
!!.. amab reader, reader wears makeup, reader has a high ego, his bestfriend knocks that ego down lol, mirror sex, top likes to tease...
you stared at yourself in front of the mirror for the hundredth time today, admiring yourself and your choice of outfit for the day.
you twirled around a little checking how your shirt perfectly accentuated your waist and just how nicely your pants hugged your ass.
" i just picked the perfect outfit for today! " you yelled out while still checking yourself out in the mirror while your best friend eyed you.
" you done yet? " he asked, his voice unamused as he's already used to your behavior. you hummed while grabbing your things, already out of the room while yelling at him to hurry up.
he rolled his eyes, " i really don't get your obsession with mirrors.. " he murmured while catching up to you.
the both of you arrived at the cafe and finally managed to get a spot to sit at.
" i can't believe how crowded this place actually is.. the food better be good! " your best friend nodded while looking through the menu, already confused at some of the menu names.
while waiting for him to finish with the menu, you use the mini mirror you always bring with you to fix your hair and look at yourself.
after getting your fill and taking lots of insta worthy photos, you dragged him towards a nearby clothing store, already excited to try on new clothes.
you unlocked the door and showed yourself off to him, " so, how about this one? " you asked while twirling around to show it to him.
he looked you up and down before lazily replying. " yeah sure it looks great. can you hurry up? im getting bored. "
you tsked and closed the door again, opting to judge your outfit yourself. " ugh, you've been saying that for the past three outfits! honestly, why do i even bother asking you! " he rolled his eyes at you, even if you couldn't see it.
" though this other top might look cuter with these jeans... "
" hurry up and stop being so picky! "
after that whole fashion fiesta, you ended up buying all of it anyway, you started dragging him back and forth from place to place.
a satisfied hum escaped your lips as you suck on the spoon that contained gumball-flavored ice cream. you feel refreshed as the cold treat goes down your throat.
" ah.. this place is the best, isn't it? " you said while scooping up another spoon, already missing the taste of the sweet treat.
he hummed while licking up his strawberry ice cream, some of it already dripping down his fingers.
he watched as you set the ice cream down and pulled out your phone camera to look at yourself. " why do you keep looking at yourself on every reflective surface around you? no offense or anything.. " he suddenly asked.
you shut your phone and pick your ice cream up again while shrugging him off. " sometimes when you're just that pretty— "
a groan interrupted you, your best friend obviously annoyed at your response. you laughed at him, satisfied at annoying him again.
" i swear yn, i'm going to knock down that ego of yours. "
" i'd like to see you try. "
you shut your eyes as you tilt your head to the side. " oh no no no, don't you dare look away. " he says while forcing your head to the giant mirror in front of you. " open your fucking eyes, yn. "
you whine while forcing your eyes open to look at him, refusing to look at yourself getting dicked down in the mirror.
" come on, look at yourself pretty. don't you just love doing that? " you look down and shake your head, denying him even if he's actually right.
" i said look at yourself. it's really not that hard of a request right? " he whispered in your ear all while spreading your legs wider for you to see in the mirror.
you finally look at yourself and your dazed expression in the mirror. you glance down to look at how his dick is entering your hole, drool seeping out of your mouth.
he then slides his way onto your cock, rubbing and playing with the tip to tease you.
he laughs in your ear and lets go of your red cock, hoisting your legs up making his cock reach deeper in you and hitting that one spot.
your own best friend had you seated on him with his cock deep inside you. his two hands holding both of your legs up by grabbing under your knees.
he begins slowly, sliding you up and down his cock while enjoying your moans. he watches as your own cock twitch, begging for release already.
" hah look at you, drool down your face just because of this cock. " he taunts you causing you to shoot a glare at him using the mirror.
" s-shut up! if my makeup isn't ruined then are you even fucking me good? honestly, if you— " before your sentence could even finish, he slams you down on his dick making a loud moan escape your mouth.
" not fucking you good? oh, i'll make sure you're fucking crying after this, pretty. "
you whined out loud while trying to bury your face into the sheets, your makeup already long gone, smeared into said sheets.
he pulls your hair up to make you look up into the mirror, not even bothering to stop thrusting into you. " look at yourself pretty. see how your makeup is ruined now? " he mocks you.
you tried to look at yourself, trying to see how your mascara runs down your face because of your nonstop tears, your tears almost wiping the mascara clean. your lipstick smears itself all over your lips with drool and moans escaping from it.
but your eyes keep rolling up from the pleasure, your tears making your vision blurry.
he laughs as he watches your attempt at focusing on yourself, loving the way your eyes kept rolling upwards from how good he's fucking you.
" come on pretty, just look at yourself. don't you love to do that? " he forces your head back down into the sheets, muffling your moans and whines all while cumming into you for the third time already.
he then starts rubbing your cock, your previous release acting as lube for it.
you moan out loud into the sheets as you shoot your load for the fifth time already. "mmh.. no more! " you beg him, your voice muffled.
" ehh..? but im just starting to have fun! "
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jinkiezzsstuff · 1 month
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Wing Grooming
lucifer x gn reader
warnings: i’ve written before but i don’t do it often so be aware, written on mobile, no mention of skin colour/bodytype/gender/hair type, no use of Y/N, slightly sexual but no real smut, cursing.
i love lucifer and i love the wings shtick <3 also i’ve worked with birds so im applying my knowledge of them here teehee
lemme know whatcha think this is only the second time homegirls written an xreader. also writing on tumblr sucks it deleted my shii so many times and i had to keep rewriting paragraphs
𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔗𝔴𝔬 :)
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Lucifer anxiously paced around his room in the hotel, unable to relax due to his wings, they were itchy. Normally he used various different objects to break the casting of new feathers, and remove those pesty pin feathers. He’s been so busy at the hotel recently, he completely neglected his feathers causing some unfortunate issues with his malt. After all he didn’t have only two he had a whole six, and it wasn’t easy to take care of all at once. In all honesty, Lucifer would rather cut them off before asking for assistance with preening them. Tossing his hat to the side his wings popped out unwillingly loose feathers flying around him. Curling the first set in front of him, he picked through to find the cause of the itch and discomfort. Chills ran up his back as his fingers gently searched through, they were sensitive from lack of care not to mention preening never failed to give him goose bumps. A knock sounded from his door making him jump, his wings puffing out around him. “Uh, ah, one moment.” He shouted in a sing songy voice, jumping to his feet from where he sat he hurried over eager to get back to preening.
Swining the door open you stood on the other side smiling with papers in your grasp. Keeping his wings hidden slightly behind him and the door he greeted you with a charming smile. "Hi luce, Charlie said these belonged to you something to do with the different rings?" Quirking your head to the side you observed the king with curiosity. He was visibly uncomfortable, fidgeting and shifting from side to side. "Are you alright?" He blew air out in a pft sound at you and stood a little straighter. "Just a little feather issues, you know how it can be..." Lucifer trailed looking off to the side trying hard to ignore the stinging itch that shot through one wing.
“Oh can I help in any way, if that’s not strange?” You ask innocently but Lucifer’s mind went immediately to the gutter with the thought of you tracing your hands down his back and his combing through feathers, it made him shiver with delight. Although his blush was evident and his demeanour dropped to a slightly more shy one, you remained waiting patiently for his answer. “It’s- uh, normally, i don’t let anybody touch them. Um, but you can! Of course..” He trailed switching between stretching himself up with confidence and shrinking down again with doubt, regardless of his apprehension he still stood aside opening the door wider for you to enter. “It’s just the preening process is all. Difficult to reach.” Lucifer muttered as you welcome yourself into his room. With a bright smile you reassured him that you would do as he asked and you’d rather help than have him be stuck with that icky discomfort.
Setting the paperwork down on a table, Lucifer closed the door and lingered next to a bench sofa whistling as his wings flapped him at random behind him. Turning to him he looked a little shy still not fully meeting your gaze. Unsure of what exactly to do but you gave him an assuring smile. “I don’t have to do this, I can get Charlie to?”
Lucifer laughed quickly shaking his head. “Ha ha, no that would make things worse actually, you’re much preferred! Just y’know it’s a lot to work on.” Plopping down on the bench he outstretched his wings behind him on full display for you, his heart pounding against his ribs. You felt a zap of emotion shoot through you at the admission that you were wanted by him for this job.
It wasn't a secret Charlie's dad woo'd you the moment he waltzed in the door, but your loyalty was with Charlie and you didn't want to disrespect her by eye fucking her divorced father while he's here to help. Although Charlie seemed pretty enthralled that her father was making an effort to spend time with her friends, even elbowing you and whispering that he seemed to particularly enjoy conversation with you.
After that it was harder to ignore the way you felt for the King, Charlie would constantly drop not so subtle hints that her dad took a liking to you and that caused your mind to wander and fantasize. From there on you got more confidence putting yourself in situations to catch him alone in conversation or help him with different tasks he had to complete. Beginning your work on his wings, you hummed quietly to yourself easily spotting several pin feathers coming in that needed to have the keratin shell taken off. Carefully you split the feathers away and massaged off the shells one by one listening to Lucifers pleasant hms, groans and sighs. He visibly slumped, and his body rested just barely against your thigh as you worked on the very top wing. “These look pretty cluttered hun, have you been struggling to care for them?” You didn’t even notice the pet name slip as you called everyone off handed pet names, but Lucifer did notice and it brought him a warmth he hadn’t felt in a very long time. Sweetly talking to him about his wings without judgement, combing them comfortingly, humming like an angel just to him. It felt as good as when his ex wife was still around caring for his wings. It’d been so long since someone was by his side caring for him like this.
Lucifer never responded properly to your question about upkeep only humming in a trance like state as you worked your way through the top set of wings "You're so good at this, sheesh, I wish you'd do this all the time." You blushed faltering slightly which Lucifer panicked about, tensing and opening his eyes. "Of course i'm only spit balling, heh, it's just so relaxing like a sauna!" Shaking your head you moved down to the last set of feathers not missing the way he shuddered with your touch. "It's alright i don't mind that you say that. It feels nice actually, to help you." Lucifer didn't say anything feeling suddenly heated as ever as if hell wasn't hot enough. The feathers closest to his hips were unsurprisingly the most sensitive and the touches although innocent felt suggestive to him. The King felt dirty for feeling a euphoric sense of pleasure ripple through his bodv and straight to his junk while you unknowly worked through his feathers. “You okay? Did I hurt you?" You asked noticing his breath picking up and his body stiffening. Lucifer grinned and turned to look at you you meeting his gaze and seeing just how dazed he truly was. "I'm just... well,"
It was like his throat closed as he looked back at you crouched down to get at the last row of feathers that were draped along the floor. The king swallowed snapping his head forward again. “Ahem, I’m sensitive, good, sensitive.” He had hoped you understood his insinuations. Which you had. Breathing in deeply you flattened your hand out spreading your fingers and combing through the feathers more methodically from the base of his wings and outward. That cause him to jump up standing straight, you followed in persuit, panicking that you crossed a big line. His wings twitched but he stayed staring forward rigid, you quickly walked around the bench calling to him softly. “Lucifer i am so sorry if i crossed the line, that, that was unacceptable i’m so sorry.” To which Lucifer spun to you, face red, grabbing your shoulders he smiled a somewhat embarrassed smile. “No no, that was completely fine, i just,” Lucifer pulled away tucking his hands away from you, again which was kind of upset you.
“I think if we continue that, type of grooming, I won’t be able to control myself.” Although still shy about his admission his eyes were half lidded and his smile sly. You felt fire explode in your stomach all innocence out the window as your mind settled on one thought. You were gonna bang your friends divorced dad.
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sunjaywoning · 3 months
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JUNGWON’S WAIST IS DRIVING ME INSANE PLEAS EPLEASE PLEASE CAN YOU WRITE SOMETHJNG ABOUT IT IM GONNA COLLAPSE HOLY SHIT
IM GONNA DIE
i saw it too i almost s/creamed 😻
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・:〃 ➜ pairing: jungwon x reader
➜ includes: blowjob, quickie, heeseung cameo
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You were on set with him and saw the stylists giving it to him for the shoot. At first you thought it was a normal black shirt, but after he came out of the fitting room, it was something else completely. It was completely translucent. You could see his entire chest, his stomach and his physique under the shirt.
You were shocked to say the least, the stylists never tried this ‘revealing’ style on Jungwon before, and it was definitely a first for him too. The other members who saw also made comments like, “Woahh Jungwonie’s all grown up~”
After the shoot, you two were in an unoccupied room together organising some things. Out of nowhere, he decided to show some affection by giving you a back hug. You could feel his body pressing up against you, it felt like he wasn’t wearing a shirt at all. You spun around and gave him a kiss on his lips, placing your hands on his chest. The shirt was so thin, you could feel his nipples through it. After breaking the kiss, you gave him another kiss, but with more intensity so he started making out with you as a response.
As you pushed your bodies up against one another in the kiss, something hardened in Jungwon’s pants that you couldn’t ignore. He looked around, then back at you, “Do you wanna do it here? The others are busy eating their dinner..” You quickly nodded, pushing his body forwards, making him walk backwards slowly and ending up with his back on the all.
You bent down to unzip and take off his pants, making them drop to his ankles. Pulling his underwear down, his dick sprung up, slapping his abdomen which was covered by the transparent shirt. “You look so hot in this shirt, I can see everything underneath…” His tip was red and leaking with precum, waiting to be touched. Without talking any further, you started pleasuring him by licking the tip as a tease, while looking up at him. You could see that he looked at you in anticipation, wanting you to take it further, “Hurry up.. I can’t wait any longer.”
You attached your lips onto Jungwon’s dick and swirled your tongue around it. He held onto you and groaned as you used both your hands and mouth to pleasure him. Skillfully, you sucked his tip while rubbing the shaft, which made him moan even louder. It was obvious he wasn’t going to last long, judging by the way he shut his eyes and threw his head back. “Fuckk.. Love the way you suck it…” he mumbled, trying to his volume down as much as possible.
It wasn’t too long until Jungwon’s legs started to twitch, a sign that he was close to cumming. You saw this and immediately started rubbing harder and faster, making him moan loudly, louder than he usually did. You told him, “You need to keep quiet honey, the others are going to hear..” before putting your whole mouth onto his dick and deepthroating him. He tried to keep it down by covering his mouth with his hand. The room was filled with slurping and choking sounds as well as Jungwon’s sweet muffled moans. “Ah.. I’m going to cum!” Jungwon let out a loud whine as he released his load into your mouth. It came in multiple spurts, coating the walls of your mouth with his cum. You swallowed it, then stood up to give Jungwon one more kiss on the lips, making him moan into the kiss.
A few knocks on the door interrupted you and Jungwon, making both of your heads turn to the door. “Jungwon-ah, are you done? We need to film the ending scene..” It was Heeseung. Fortunately, the door was locked, so he couldn’t come in. This made the two of you scramble to clean up and organise yourselves, “I’m coming Hyung!” Jungwon replied back. You wondered if Heeseung had heard anything from the room.
Jungwon’s face was red as he left the room, making Heeseung question him as they walked towards the set, “What took you so long?” “Oh, N-Nothing, I was just carried away spending time with my girlfriend..” Heeseung chuckled, patting Jungwon on the back.
“Those rooms aren’t soundproof you know…”
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atrirose · 5 months
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💭🐰 — HIDE MY BOYFRIEND IS HERE , 駅
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synopsis : pranking them by saying my boyfriend is here.
ft. enha ( all members ) ✷ fluff tiktok m.list wc. 0.5k warning. none © atrirose
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HEESEUNG : “heeseung hide my boyfriend is here quick” you say frantically pulling him, he just looks at you. dead in the eye and says “let them see how they don’t stand a chance” he says as he pulls you back on his lap “let him see” he says as he smiles and kisses you nose. “ugh i can’t prank you” you said as you rolled your eyes. well it’s true you can’t help it that heeseung is super confident, not only on himself but you as well, he just knows he is irreplaceable. “bet he is ugly though” heeseung says you still in his lap as he does his work on his laptop.
JAY : “jay babe can you hide my boyfriend will be here in a minute” you went into the kitchen where he was serving pasta in two plates, it was beautifully decorated, too beautiful to even eat “jay that’s soooo good” you said as you reached to grab a plate but to your dismay he took the plate from you “im sorry this is for my girlfriend” he said smirking “but i am your girlfriend” you said pouting “are you? last thing i heard is your boyfriend was coming and i needed to hide” he went and set the plates on the table “i was just joking” you said as you hugged him from behind “you are the only one for me, just look at you? can anyone compare to you? no! you are my favorite male wife” jay was caught of as he choked on air “you are crazy” he said as he turned back so your hands were wrapped around his waist “too beautiful” he said as he kissed your eyes and trailed kisses to your cheeks.
JAKE : he fell down the sofa as you jolt in surprise “wait- what’s wrong babe are you okay” he said as he looked at you “nothing is okay, you need to hide” you said as you try to pick jake up “why am i hiding?” jake said as he got back on the sofa “my boyfriend is here” he looks at you with wide eyes “WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME OMG WHERE DO I GO? the closet? or the bathroom? but what if he wants to use-” he pauses when he heard you giggle, realization hits as he pouts, he is relieved at the same time that he doesn’t need to hide and is THE BOYFRIEND “you know even if you get a boyfriend, i bet he can’t kiss better than me, also i make you cookies” he says as he hugs you laying his head on your shoulder “yes jake you are the best” you say patting him. “don’t prank me again, at least not something like this”
SUNGHOON : “my boyfriend is here hide-” smack, before you could finish your sentence, your face was met with a pillow “ow what is wrong with you” it didn’t hurt but it was a surprise “what’s wrong with me is i don’t care about your boyfriends, it’s my house and you are mine, im not hiding from anyone” he says as he kisses you, hands stroking your hands “will you marry me” sunghoon said looking at you with doe eyes “hoon we have been through this, you can’t ask me to marry you everytime we kiss” he kisses you again “but you are so beautiful, i think i might go insane”
SUNOO : “sunoo get up you need to hide my boyfriend is here” you try to wake up your very sleepy boyfriend just to prank him, he rolls over to hug you “noo” he whined “get up he is here sunoo” you try to push him over. he gets up sleep still in his eyes “where do i go, is he big? can i fight him if i get caught?” he sat on the bed as he babbled on, you got up and pecked his lips “you are such a loser” he wrapped his hands around your waist as he fell back on the bed “let’s worry about him later, we need our beauty sleep” he said as you both cuddled to sleep.
JUNGWON : he was busy with his textbook and you were bored so why not prank him right “jungwon hide my boyfriend is here” you said as you barged into his room, he didn’t even flinch, too used to you busting into his room at anytime “say what” looks at you with wide eyes and a confused pout “yeah hide hurry” you said motioning him to move “hmm” he looked at you judging your whole ancestry, a disappointed sigh left his lips “yn you can never have anyone else other than me, there is no way anyone can treat you half as good like i do” he said as he went on doing his work “besides i’m sure they wouldn’t have the patience for someone like you” he said giggling as you hit his shoulder “meanie” he looked at you as he said “you belong to me”
NIKI : “niki hide my boyfriend is here” he looks at you with the most dramatic gasp leaving his lips “oh so this is how it is, so now i’m one of your hoes, is that it huh? i even gave you half of my twix” he said as you tried to control your laughter, he got up and sat near you “you know you should hide, my girlfriend is coming” he crossed his arm as he observed you “really? okay i will go” you got up but were pulled back by him, he had his arms around your waist “stop we are going to have our daily cuddles now” he said kissing your whole face as you giggle “didn’t you tell me to leave” his hands stroked your hair “i was joking, by the way if you did get a boyfriend, will i be the side chick? no right because i obviously am your first man” he said as he hugged you tighter “you are such a dork, i’m too occupied with you, no way i can get anyone else, but yeah you probably will be my main”
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d3vilcvntz · 2 months
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PLSS WRITE MORE LEON 🙏🙏 that’s all im requesting but if you could make something rough w/older leon and younger reader??
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leon s kennedy x top male reader
a/n : reader is around 24 and leon is 34 (10 years age gap). leon is afab again (obsessed with afab leon mb), reader's gender isn't really specified but written to have a dick
you've always looked up to him, he's the reason why you wanted to became a cop in the first place. something about him, attracts you. thankfully, your parents is quite powerful so you got yourself in the same place as him. working with him is your dream ever since he saved you when you were a teen. he might not remember you, but he's been on your mind since then
you were lucky enough to finally get him as your partner later on. all the sweat and tears were all worth it because now you're finally assigned together. actually working by his side feels so unreal for you. after months of being together and you basically flirting with him all the time, it finally happened.
you both were drunk and one thing lead to others. you confessed to him and he accepted, though he did hesitate at first because of your age gaps but still, it very much surprised you that he actually have feelings for you since you entered the agency but never really have the courage to say it to your face. he never really have time for relationships as he was always busy with works, but you were glad that he's willing to be in one with you.
it's your anniversary today, it has been 2 years since you've been together with him and everything went smooth. though, you did ended up arguing with him a few days ago.
it was over some stupid stuff. he keep saying things about how being with someone's old like him isn't really ideal and you should find someone your age. he even suggested for you to see other people that will suit you better, which breaks your heart a little because how can he suggested something like that when he knows that you love him very much :( don't he understand that you only wanted him and he's the only one that's perfect for you ?
but, you do understand his worries, he think too much about what others said. 10 years is a lot to others, but to you? you don't really care, he can be 50 and you'll still love him nonetheless.
and tonight, is the time you'll show him, how much you love him.
you prepared the room with flower petals on the floor, lightly scented candle on top of the bedside table, and a towel laid in the middle of the bed. now you're just waiting for him to come home, sitting on the edge of the bed, playing with your phone
he came home a few minutes later, with flowers in his hands, surprised by your preparations, he gave you a big smile "happy anniversary" he said, passing you the flowers "i..apologise for what i said before. i wasn't thinking right and i know that i hurt your feelings that time" he said, putting his hand on your face "it's okay, i am not mad about it anymore. it's our anniversary, so let's enjoy it to the fullest" you responded, putting your hand on top of his
the flowers he gave you are truly beautiful, but not as beautiful as him, laying on the bed. legs spread, face flushed. you specifically told him to wear a special made lingerie for him. it suits him perfectly, the white laces looks really good on him.
pushing the panties aside to take a look at his pretty pussy. playing with his clit and spreading his hole. it's so wet that you're sure you don't even need the lube. blowing air on it to make him shivered. "hurry" he demanded. he's so cute when he act like this , but you can't give in tonight. you thought of something that you've always wanted to try. suddenly raising your hand and
plap !
the sounds of his wet pussy meets your hand. his eyes were wide, mouth opened, feeling shocked of your sudden moves. you didn't say anything though, just flashed him your usual smile
plap !
"w-wait! stop" he said, trying to push your hands away "hmm you sure? looks like you're enjoying this" you teased him again, putting your fingers in his hole, your fingers sliding in so easily from how wet he is. sweet moans leaving his pretty lips. as he was enjoying it, you pulled your fingers out, which caught him off guard. as he was about to say something, you raise your hand again
plap !
you spank his pussy again "what...? what was that for?" he asked, confused and aroused at the same time. face flushed from embarrassment, he never felt like this before. he had no idea why you're doing this all of the sudden, like you're treating him more rougher than you ever did before. he's not used to this but, he doesn't hate it ♡
you didn't answer, instead, you land another spank on his pussy making him shuddered. he tried to struggle to get away from you but your grip is just too strong !
plap !
again
plap !
and again
plap !
as you spanked his pussy for the last time, he squirted all over your palm. you were shocked to see how he became just from being spanked on his pussy, guess he's really enjoying this.
tears are forming in his eyes, looking up at you. you just flashed him a smile before sitting right above his face, pulling out your dick from your underwear.
"suck" you told him. he was hesitant but did as he told. as he was going down on you, you pushed his head, forcing your cock to the back of his throat.
he was struggling to breath, hands gripping your thighs. you pull out, just to push it all in again. you were using him like a toy.
it felt too good for him, the way your cock reaches all the way to the back of his throat made his mind all blank, all he can think of is your cock ♡ the more you thrusts, the more he feels like he couldn't breath but, don't ever stop, because he's very much enjoying this.
you came deep inside his throat, making him swallowed it all. he knew that you weren't done with him as you grabbed the lube that you specifically put on the bedside and pour it all over your hand. "let's try something new" you said, moving his hair out of his face
before he even had the time to respond to what you just said, you push a finger in his asshole, the excessive amounts of lube making it quite easy to slide in. "feels weird" he whimpered, you shush him, playing with his clit to distract him from this unfamiliar feelings. slowly, you keep adding fingers until you feel like he's stretched enough
you positioned your dick right in his asshole. "w-wait" you slowly pushed your dick inside him, stretching him out. he's still quite tight despite all the stretching you did earlier. his hands gripping the sheets. you kiss him and played with his clit to ease him.
you finally pushed your cock all in, his pussy's juice dripping all over your hand. you started thrusting slowly but becoming rougher and faster as he eventually get used to it
you fingered his pussy as you thrust your dick inside of his asshole. his moans filling up the room "im close" he said, hands gripping your shoulders
you pushed his legs further to his chest, thrusting your dick deep inside him. your thrusts becaming sloppier now that you're close. you came inside him after a few more thrusts and he squirted all over himself right after. he's so easy to squirt <3 you're glad that you laid the towel down on the bed before or you'll have to do extra cleaning later on.
you pulled out and laid beside him, his head on your chest
"what was that all about ?"
he asked, his fingers drawing circle on your chest
"proving my love to you"
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kenlvry · 1 year
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LISTEN TO ME RN HEAT ME TF OUT STANS GANG + CRAIG DOIGN THE LIPSTICK TREND FROM TICTOK WITH READER
the lipstick trend with stan and craigs team
an, I AM LISTENLING ANON DONT WORRY. no idea what you mean by heat out though 🤨 , 17-18 and gn reader but use of her in tolkiens
kenny
he was the one who suggested it, it came across his fyp one day and he sent it to you "lets do this come over rn." "you asked, why dont you come to my house? 🤨" "why don't i cum in your mom" "HUH 😧" "im here."
you both definitely argue on what lipstick you should wear "okay but i don't even use pink lipstick" "well you should" "its light colour its not gonna appear" "well fuck 😒"
the process of kissing his face is wild, he would suggest to do his lips as the first place "KENNY HOW ARE WE GONNA DO THIS TREND IF YOU KEEP TRYING TO MAKE OUT WITH ME" "ITS NOT MY FAULT"
after like2 hours you finally get the lipstick on his face. now the tiktok was even harder he wouldn't stop laughing. you'd give up and he apologises while laughing
thank god you guys were able to finish it under 1 hour it turned out really good, at the end of the video he kissed you and you wanted to cut that part but he said keep it for like and its true the comments were all about the kiss on the last clip
kyle
okay he too wanted to ask you first but he was kinda shy and waited for you to ask and you did!! woohoo for kyle
"kyle wanna do this" "OKAY" he insists on picking your lipstick and picks the ugliest colour like what 😐
to him there was no such thing as an ugly colour buy it didn't suit your face so no way.
the process of it was calm, he at first wanted to put on the lipstick for you but you looked like a clown has mans never put on lipstick??
he watches you as you kiss him and reapply lipstick and then kiss him again, he feels like a princess fr 🤭🤭
he hasn't seen his face yet so when you record and he saw his face he laughs out loud, "LMAO WHY DO I LIKE THAT??" "WDYM"
you would tell him to take off his hat which he refuses but you looked too cute, when it posted cartman was first to comment and you can already tell what he commented "ew gay" your followers defended you two though 🤭
stan
stan blushes internally when you ask him. "sure im down" DEEP DOWN HE WANTS KIDNAP YOY AND KEEP YOU TO HIMSELF
"what lipstick do you think matches me best, pink or red?" "id say my tip colour" "WHAT 😧"
he has to hold in the very urge to puke every time you kiss him because like you look so cute omg.
he looks in the mirror and is js like "damn, i did it". HE LOVES IT SOOOO MUCH YOU CAN TELL HE'S BLUSHING ONGG ‼️
he even directs you like "do here next, okay now here" its so cute 🤭🤭
when you record and the camera pans to him, he smiles and covers his face blushing bc he can't contain it. it was such a cute video and got iver 2 mil likes. cartman definitely commented "i bet you had to change your clothes 10 times"
cartman
"cartman lets do this" "what." "wdym? cmon its cute" "y/n no offense but that is the most gayest shit i've ever seen" " NO ITS NOT UTS CUTE" "my reputation is at stake if i do that be so for real" "okay I'm asking kyle then" "lets do it."
he actually been wanting to ask you for weeks now but doesn't know how so winwin. you take your absolute time picking your lipstick and he couldn't be more done with "hurry up this doesn't even effect anything" "shut up cartman if i use the right one people will ask what lipstick it is and i get views"
picking a lipstick was already a big deal just imagine the process "ew gay not on my lips" "cartman 😐" tbh he wish he could just make out with you rn but yk how mans is
now recording is even more a hassle "JUST SMILE IS IT SO HARD TO CRACK A SMILE" "NOT WHILE IM LOOKING LIKE THIS" the most he does is wipes your lipstick off and then he just gives a 🙄 look until the end of the video
the comments are just him getting teased at clydes commenting "NAHHH CAN'T BELIEVE HE AGREED TO THIS" kyles is "i can tell that this took a long time" and then wendys is "is that cartman or a clone of him". cartman is pissed af at the comment, he told you his reputation is at stake 😒.
he actually has it saved downloaded and also is his live wallpaper sooo.
butters
butters is the one who asked you this " um y/n can we do this? 😣" while twiddling his fingers, "OKAY"
he's all giddy and smily during the process, after every kiss his blushes intensifies and by the end of it he is just.. 🔴
even though it is the most simplest video ever he has to have a tutorial, he is asking questions for everything man, how do i wipe the lipstick, what do i do, do i smile when its on me , do i laugh??
you tell him what he thinks he should he and he starts kissing you bc rn the sexual tension between you two is intense (to him atleast, he thinks thinks hand holding is already intense)
everyone comments on how cute he is and yk how tiktok is so people comment "does he whimper" "submissive who?" and hes likw WHATTTTT 🧍
clyde
when you suggested this he nodded so hard his head probably was about to fall off. "clyde you wanna do this" "DO I???" ..... "well.. do you?" "i mean yeah it's like a way of- yes i wanna do it"
he loves any lipstick you wear so he lets you pick. after every kiss he looks in the mirror and kicks his feet giggling and you just stand there 🤨
he also tries to make it a makeout session like kenny, when you kissed on his lips he holds your neck and literally makes out with like cnon we have 9 more
when you first hit record and yk how the guy has to wipe your lipstick off, nah he grabbed you by the chin and slams his lips with yours "WHY DIS YOU DO THAT??" "its called content,you wouldn't know with your 9 likes and 70 views"
well you kept the clip and everyone in the comments were talking about it "need a boyfriend like you y/n" "why can't my boyfriend be like this" clyde is obviously gloating bc he had the idea.
tolkien
most romantic man you know, is the first to ask you. "y/n can we do this?" "OKAY BOO 😝"
"hmm which lipstick do you think babe?" "i think every lipstick makes you pretty, it doesn't matter if it doesn't suit you because in my eyes you look beautiful in anything ☺️" "what if i wore kim kardashians 2013 met gala dress" "might have to rethink what i said"
he smiles while you kiss him here and there, every once a while he kisses you back, it was such a cute moment for you two😝🤞🤞
when recording he looks at you while smiling during the whole video and it blew up fast because of that
"the way he looks at her" "wishing he was like this" "you got the bag that man is inlove", it blew in seconds fr
craig
"craig lets do-" "okay" "i didnt even ask you yet" "I'll do anything if its with you" "what if i asked you to have a threesome" ".....if its makes you happy idk.."
idk about you but i think he acts like he doesn't care but inside he is so happy you asked he's been wanting to ask you this but doesn't know how to start up the convo
he doesn't care what lipstick or where you kiss him, its just the way you press your lips on him and look at it then quickly reapply to do it again because it wasn't pigmented enough.
when recorded, he doesn't just wipe he makes you turn to face him by grabbing your chin, and he doesn't let go and just looks at you with those yk siren eyes.
people are simping over him ong "damn girlie share for us" "you mean OUR boyfriend" "tryna find someone as hot as him" and you are pissed fr he laughs at you cursing out the people, like bae dw my eyes only fo you 😝🤞
tweek
"tweek, wanna do this?" "but what if I can't remove the lipstick stain" "tweek what dw i have makeup remover" "WHAT IF THAT DOESN'T WORK 🤯🤯" "TWEEK"
okay so the lipstick may turn out ugly bc of how shaky he is but ITS OKAY BC ITS TWEEK DUH, "a-are you sure you dont want to redo this?" "tweek its fine"
he insists on redoing it the 2nd try turns our worse because he's even more twitchy because of how close you are☺️☺️☺️
his face is just red because he keeps wiping it off with his hands so you can redo it and its obvious too
recording it was so funny because you can't stop laughing at the smudge lipsticks
when posted the comments were so cute but... uh questionable some were "the way the smudges are so obvious 😭😭❤️" or "wishing my future relationship will be like this 🤭" and some were just "tip colour when?? 😜"
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‧₊˚ ♡ BUBBLEGUM BITCH ! • ft. y. eren ⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
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all the girls on campus are swooning over mr. big dick and brooding, eren yeager. maybe it’s time you stake your claim over your favorite toy…
♡ — contents ! submission for my “how to be a heartbreaker” collab ⋆。°✩ explicit sexual content ⦂ college!au, f!reader, mean girl!reader x fuckboy!eren, eren is obsessive, reader calls mikasa a dyke but it’s chill cause im a lesbian, dom!reader x sub!eren, spit kink, masturbation, cunnilingus, puppy play, panty kink, slight degradation, praise, humiliation, foot humping
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HIS NAME IS EREN YEAGER. THE MYTH AND THE LEGEND. MR. BIG DICK AND BROODING. THE HEARTLESS HEARTBREAKER.
he lures women in his bed with those emerald eyes, tangles them in his long dark tresses, and then devours their souls and spits them out before he’s onto the next.
he’s the campus fuckboy. the one every girl wants, but can't have. many have tried to tame him and very few have survived to tell the tale. they’ve all disappeared into their dorms with endless piles of dirty kleenex and ben and jerry’s, left with their puffy eyes and broken hearts as scars from battle.
the cautionary tale is spread all over campus. it’s written in bathroom stalls, whispered in the library, and lamented on the campus confession page and they all say the same thing:
do not fall for eren yeager. he’s a no-good-dirty-rotten heartbreaker.
you can’t help but laugh.
eren? a heartbreaker? he may have fooled everyone, but, to you, he’s still the pathetic loser that you knew in high school.
you’ve gotta give it to him though, he’s gotten hot since graduation. he’s no longer the scrawny little boy picking (and losing) fights with bullies.
you’re eyeing him from your booth in the dining hall, surrounded by your friends that are discussing some week old gossip not even worth paying attention to.
long hair is a good look on him, you think— a little slutty for your taste, but good nonetheless.
what would they think of their precious eye candy if they knew about the real him? the eren that’s had a crush on you since you let him see your panties in gym? the litany of unanswered dm’s on instagram? the extensive block list from his various burner phone numbers? the love notes through your cashapp?
what if they knew that behind the stubble, cheap cologne, and brooding exterior he was just a pathetic lovesick puppy?
he’s sitting at a table in the middle of the room with two other people. you hone your gaze and recognize the whiny nerd and goth lesbian. you scoff and roll your eyes, twirling your cherry lollipop between your glossed lips.
i see the three stooges still flock together…
just then you see another girl approach him wearing a scrap of fabric being played off as skirt. you watch the interaction unfold as she trails her chubby acrylics over his shoulder to play with his hair. you can’t imagine what kind of bullshit she’s spewing in his ear. she’s trying so hard it makes her look stupid.
and then there’s eren: bored out of his mind and almost disgusted by her touch as he tries to carry out his conversation with his friends.
you bite down on your lollipop hard, shattering the candy and ripping the hidden gumball off the stick. you figure it’s time to sink your teeth into your favorite toy.
pulling your bedazzled phone out of your purse, your nails clack away at the screen as you make your way to your contacts. you unblock his main phone number and call him.
he answers on the second ring.
“y/n?” he asks, breath hurried. a grin takes over your lips as you watch him sit up in his seat, throwing the other girl’s hand off of him.
“eren baby! ♡” you chime, “it’s been sooo long. i miss you. are you busy?”
“no, no, no. i’m not doing anything right now.” loser 2 and 3 roll their eyes as eren stands up and walks away from the table, leaving both the girl and his friends in the dust.
“perfect! let’s catch up, yeah? i’ll text you my dorm number. don’t keep me waiting. mwah!”
you don’t wait for his response before hanging up the phone, and as promised you send him the information. you sit back triumphantly, watching as he quickly leaves the dining hall, and you smile, blowing a big bubble with your gum and letting it burst with a loud pop.
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈• 。゚
you’re sitting at your vanity fixing your makeup when you hear a timid knock at your door.
“come in! ♡” you singsong, still absorbed in your reflection as you boost your lashes.
you hear the door open and close with a soft click. eren is now standing in your room and you turn your attention to your visitor.
“eren baby! you made it!” you chime, “please, sit! sit! make yourself comfortable.”
eren shifts his weight uncomfortably on his feet, gaze flicking between you and the floor. you have to swallow the snicker tickling at the back of your throat.
this guy? a heartbreaker? you mentally scoff. the guy who’s got half the girls on campus cutting bangs stuffing their faces full of ice cream has now been reduced to the loser you know and love. it’s kind of poetic if you think about it. endearing even.
he clears his throat. “uhm… where? there aren’t any extra chairs.”
“on the floor, silly,” you instruct between the sticky chews of your gum.
he hesitates for a moment.
“come.” you command with a smile, patting your thigh, “sit by me.”
eren slowly makes his way over to sit by your feet.
“ugh,” you begin, reapplying your pink gloss in the mirror. ”sooo sorry i haven’t gotten a chance to respond to all your messages, renny. i’ve seen them all and think you’re just the sweetest. i’ve just been so busy with school and clubs and internships—you know how it goes, right?” you turn to look down at him.
“yeah, i understand. i’m just glad you finally reached out” his voice is small and he avoids your gaze, rubbing his neck which tousles the loose bun in his hair.
“you’re mad at me” it’s more of a statement than a question.
“no! no,” he panics, waving off your observation. i’m just…” his gaze is on lap and he picks at the skin of his thumb as he searches for the right word.
“nervous,” he ultimately decides.
you grin at him.
“you’re so cute” you dismiss, ruffling his hair.
“you know eren,” you start again, elbow on your knee as you prop your head up with your hand, “it really hurt my feelings when i heard all those nasty rumors about you. i was starting to think you liked all those other girls more than me…”
you reach out to roll the drawstrings of his jacket between your manicured fingers. the close proximity startles eren and he exhales a shaky breath he didn’t realize he was holding.
you drop the strings and walk your fingers up his sternum and over his black tee as you make your way to cup his face. he shivers at the feeling of your soft palm on his cheek, eyes fluttering closed for a moment while he breathes in the sweet scent radiating from your pulse point.
“you didn’t forget our promise, did you?” you gently tug his bottom lip, allowing your gaze to fall on him with a glossy pout and twinkling doe eyes.
“of course not!” he sputters, his low eyes blow wide in panic, “it was just sex. i’ve never let any of them…”
he’s so fucking cute you had to fight back a smile. after all this time his heart was still yours and just the thought of it sent a wicked chill running up your spine. his expression is somewhere between shock and anticipation, and in this moment he looks just like little eren in high school.
it brought you back to the empty gym where you let him peek under your skirt just to toy with the little virgin. how he followed you around the rest of senior year, desperate for any ounce of attention you’d spare him. how you teased him, plopping your cherry lollipop between his lips for his first indirect kiss, making him promise to wait for you to be his first real one.
and how could you forget that valentine’s day, when he confessed his love for you in front of the whole class, bright red roses in hand. you turn him down of course, popping your gum, as you explained you don’t date virgins and told him to call when he’s had more experience.
you didn’t think there was a chance in hell that anyone would fuck him unless that dyke mikasa let him hit out of pity, but here he was before you. he was a man now and he did it all for you.
“good. that makes me happy,” you smiled, and for the first time it was genuine. you let go of his face and turned back to your vanity. eren almost whimpers at the loss of your warmth.
“remember in high school, eren? when you used to follow me around like a little puppy?” you grab the dog ears from last year’s sexy paw patrol costume off the top of your mirror, gently wiggling it free from the surrounding stickers and photocards. you turn towards him again. “you’ll be my puppy again, won’t you?”
eren quirks a brow at your request not quite sure what you mean. he ponders it for a moment, his eyes widening as he looks at you and you smile back, confirming his conclusion. he swallows hard, shifting in his seat as his cock twitches to life in his jeans.
“yes i’ll—”
“puppies don’t speak, silly,” you giggle, placing the ears on his head, “they bark.”
a deep flush takes over his sharp features. he can’t tell if you’re serious or not. but you continue to look at him expectantly, raising your eyebrows to egg him on.
humiliation coats his skin in a thick film, but, abandoning his reservations, he barks.
“good boy,” you smile.
“now, take off your clothes. i wanna see you.”
you watch with a bored expression on your face, legs crossed as he strips.
he shrugs his broad shoulders letting his hoodie fall off his arms. next, his thick hands reach behind him, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pull his shirt over his head, his bun holding on for dear life as he sets his shirt in a pile with his jacket. then, deft fingers work to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans before hes leading himself down his muscular legs and kicking them off his feet along with his sneakers. he hooks his fingers under his briefs, but you hold your hand up, stopping his movements.
“leave it.”
you admire him for a moment, taking in the chiseled lines of his chest and abs, eyes ghosting over the growing bulge in his underwear.
“come.”
eren scoots up, now sitting at your feet.
“you’re so handsome now, eren. all this for me?” you coo, running your fingers over his arms and chest before making their way to his hair. you gently remove his hair tie, letting his raven locks fall and cascade around his neck and shoulders. you readjust the puppy ears as a finishing touch.
eren opens his mouth to speak and then corrects himself, nodding his head and answering with a bark.
“such a beautiful boy. my handsome pup…” you praise, stroking the side of his head. eren leans into your touch, basking in your affection.
“but i still can’t help feeling a little hurt, renny,” you sigh.
he pouts at this, guilt twinkling in his puppy dog eyes.
“how about this: i’ll let you eat me out as your apology and if you’re a good boy, i’ll give you that kiss. how does that sound?”
his ears perk up, nodding eagerly. he readjusts his seat basically jumping at the opportunity to taste you, to show you what he’s learned about pleasure through the many notches in his belt. eren reaches from your hips, dipping his fingers under your miniskirt.
“ew, no!” you smack his hands away. he must have forgotten who he’s dealing with. you aren’t one of those desperate sluts that throw themselves at him. you were in control here.
“what do you think you’re doing??? you’ve been going around sticking your little thing in anyone that moves. there’s no telling what kind of yucky germs you’ve picked up,” you scold. “we’ve gotta wash that filthy mouth out first…”
and with that, you reach over to grab your glass bottle of voss water from your vanity before unscrewing the cap and taking a generous swig.
eren watches in confusion as you swish it around your mouth, heartbeat shuttering against his ribcage when you reach down and grab his face, squishing his lips open.
he can feel the heat radiating from your lips as the warm liquid hits his tongue. it’s got a hint of sweetness like candy and before he knows it, he’s swallowing it down. the taste is addictive and it has his mind spinning. he craves more. without thinking, he leans forward, brushing his lips with yours.
sparks fly in his chest before a sharp pain sears into his forehead.
“bad boy!” you reprimand, flicking him in the forehead, “don’t be greedy. you’ll get your reward soon enough. besides, i’ve got another treat waiting for you right here…”
you slowly uncross your legs before him, exposing yourself to his hungry eyes.
“remember these?” you ask with a sinful grin.
eren is practically drooling seeing the way your pink panties cup your fat cunt so beautifully, accented with a cute little bow at the hem just like the ones you showed him in high school.
he tries to touch you, to remove the fabric barring him from heaven, but you smack his hands away again. there’s desperation in his eyes now.
“dumb puppy, you’ve gotta smell your food first”
something primal snaps in eren and next thing you know, his face is buried under your skirt. there’s a wicked air to your giggle and a faint gasp on the tail end of it at the chill of eren inhaling your scent, then a steamy warmth as he exhales, moaning at your heady scent. he grips your thighs, using them as leverage to push himself deeper. you moan feeling his nose prod at your clit and his lips grazing the seam of your folds.
eren can just about die right now, hearing those heavenly sounds fall from your lips. he wants more.
he needs it.
before he knows it, his tongue is lolling out of his mouth, desperately lapping at your clothed cunt, and as soon as your taste hits his tongue, it’s gone.
“down boy!” your nails rake into his scalp and you yank him away by his hair. he yelps.
“did i say you could taste me?” there’s a mix of fear and guilt in his eyes that gets stronger and strong the more your angry gaze sears into him. you release his hair from your grasp and eren cowers below you.
you roll your eyes, “tsk, greedy little mutt…”
“here i was being nice enough to let you eat me out and now i have to punish you,” you huff while you slip your underwear off your legs and chunky pink platform heels. you ball them up and stuff them into eren’s mouth.
“there. every bad dog needs a muzzle.”
you grab his head and rest it on your thigh. eren looks like he’s about to cry watching you lift your skirt up and spread your lips for him, the inside so pretty and pink.
“this is what you wanted, right? you wanted to taste my pussy?” you teased, playing with your hole in a tacky, sticky mess.
eren whimpers, eyes focusing on your lewd display.
“well, now you're gonna have to wait. bad puppies need to learn to be patient.”
you slowly dip one finger into cunt, shallow fucking yourself until you’re ready to accept another. two fingers stretch your hole and you’re moaning as you clench down on your fingers and begin working yourself at a steady rhythm.
eren doesn’t know if he’s in heaven or hell right now. he has a front-row view of your cunt swallowing your fingers, becoming shinier and shinier on each drag out. and your sweet moans are music to his fucking ears. he’d give anything to be the cause of those sweet sounds. he mentally kicks himself for being so rash as notices his tongue tinges with the memory of your taste.
you don’t hide your laugh as you watch eren’s pitiful expression below you. his eyes are dangerously low. he’s so pussydrunk and he’s barely even tasted you yet, just sprung off your sweet scent. you bet he doesn’t even realize that he has completely soaked through your panties in his mouth, drooling all over your thigh like a dumb. little. mutt.
you’re so high off the power, you could just cum. you throw your head back with a sound that’s somewhere between a moan and a cackle as your fingers graze that special spot, and now that you’ve found it, you start fucking yourself faster to chase your high. your legs are beginning to tremble against eren’s face and with a few more thrusts you’re grabbing onto his head and arching off of the chair as your orgasm hits you with full force.
eren watches you in awe as you come down, the subtle rising and falling of your breasts in your top and the iron grip you still have on his hair.
eventually it loosens and you come to, glowing in a thin sheen of sweat like an angel.
“are you ready to behave like a good pup?” you ask, wiping your juices on his face, and removing your panties from his mouth.
he barks and barks and barks, nuzzling his head against your thigh.
how could you say ‘no’ to that?
“go ahead, boy, take your treat” you command.
without hesitation, eren dives back between your legs, moaning as your potent taste hits his tongue. it’s better than he could’ve ever imagined. his hands grip your thighs as he opens you up to him, fucking his tongue into you and slurping up the remnants of your cum. you feel his spit trickle down your cunt and pool under your ass as he slobbers all over you.
a loud cry escapes you, feeling him stimulate your hypersensitive cunt. your hands snap back to his hair, clutching it like a life line and pulling a groan from him.
so this is eren yeager, the heartbreaker? with a mouth like this you see why everyone cant get over him. you’ve created the perfect little monster and now it’s time to reign him in.
he departs from your hole to wrap his lips around your puffy clit, swollen from neglect. he laps at it wildly, tongue flicking and swirling at it with wreckless abandon so desparate to coax more of those delicious sounds from you.
you begin bucking your hips into his face, smearing your drenched pussy all over his lips. you feel an oncoming tingle pulsing in your core and quickly spreading over your skin like wildfire. you know it wont be long until until it engulfs you in flames.
eren grabs at the fat of your ass and angles your hips upward to expose even more of you to him. he sucks your clit into to his mouth hard enough to knock the air out of your lungs, drawing tight circles over the sesntive pearl with the tip of his tongue. your legs snap shut around eren’s head, but he contines his assault, sucking and licking until your thighs shake around his head and you're cumming all over his chin.
he helps you ride out your orgasm until you’re pushing him away in overstimulation, and only then do his lips leave your cunt and he’s peppering wet kisses along your thighs.
when your eyes refocus you’re met with his smiling face, chin slick with spit and cum looking up at you in anticipation.
“good boy, eren,” you sigh, ruffling his hair. your body feels heavy and tired. your gaze falls down to the fat dick print in his briefs extending down to his upper thigh and notice the dark stain oozing from the tip.
he surely lives up to his moniker.
“look at you. you’ve made such a mess,” you chuckle, pressing your foot against his bulge and eren moans, clutching onto your leg.
“you wanna cum too, don’t you?” you tease, propping up your head with your arm on your vanity desk.
eren whimpers as he nods, jutting out his bottom lip.
“be a good boy and finish yourself off for me, yeah?” you trace your foot along his length to emphasize your command.
eren gives a few experiemental rolls of his hips along the sole of your heel, gradually speeding up when pleasure begins to tickle up his spine.
you watch in silent amusement as he humps your foot like a stupid mutt, his face eyes screwed shut in pleasure and desparate whines and moans falling from his lips. it isn’t long before his tongue is lolling out, hips bucking erratically and finishing with a loud cry of your name.
it’s when he spine straightens, that blissful moment of stillness before the crash, that you grab him by his hair, swallowing the end of your name in a kiss.
you move your lips against his own slowly and sweetly, pulling breath after breath from eren. his hands move to the tops of you thighs to lean into your embrace. you slide your tongue over his puffy lips, before sinking his mouth, tasting the remnants of yourself on his tongue.
you pull away and he whimpers at the loss of your lips, before he’s hit with surprise to find your gum is now in his mouth.
“you’re my pet now, got it? and good pets don’t stray,” your voice is low and sultry, with a subtle edge, “i don’t want you looking at those other girls anymore or i’ll be really upset and i’ll have to punish you.”
“yes ma’am” he finally speaks, eyes heavy and glassy as he comes down from his mind breaking high.
you smile and press a quick kiss to his forehead.
“now, i just need a picture of my sweet boy so i can show everyone who you belong to,” you say to yourself as you reach over to grab your phone.
eren cocks his head to the side, confused.
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈• 。゚
that night you’re laid in bed amongst your pink plushies and pillows all prepped and ready for bed. grabbing your sparkling water off your nightstand, you wrap your moisturized lips around your straw with a devious grin as you watch the instagram comments roll in.
eren yeager, mr. big dick and brooding, the heartless heartbreaker is sat on the floor, shirtless in his dog ears. his eyes are low and slutty as he looks into the camera. there’s a pink kiss mark on his cheeks that are squished between your fingers and a big pink bubble on the end of his lips.
your captions reads:
“so sorry to disappoint, but heartbreaker eren yeager is a stray no more. he’s my pet now and i’ll be keeping him on a tight leash ♡”
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ddyskz · 6 months
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I woke up from a wet dream and i wanna go back to sleep :(
It was about coke can cock!binnie with me being a virgin and now im just up high and dry because my boyfriend is at work 😭
OH MY! I'm CLAWING my pillow writing this. Allow me to just paint the picture for you bby... warnings: 18+mdni, afab virgin reader, soft dom binnie, coke can cock binnie, unprotected sex, creampie, nipple sucking, reader is a mess for his cock, little bit of a size kink(not body size, just that binnie refers to reader's c*nt as tiny/tight/little), binnie calls reader baby and bunny, tiniest bit of dacryphilia wc: 1.3k ........
"P-please please," you plead, panties on but legs splayed open as wide as your hips could stretch. You were squirming. The sight of him coming home earlier in his tight black t shirt, the fabric pulling over his broad chest has had your mind spinning for hours.
"Shh, shh bunny I'll give you what you want hm? Just take a breath for me, tell me what's got you so riled up?" He's over you, still with his boxers on, hovered between your legs, just ghosting over your sweet spot. You needed him. It hit you tonight that you could not wait another day without feeling him inside you.
"P-please I need you to fuck me, now." The last word comes out as a harsh, needy growl. He's taken aback for a second, eyes searching yours. You'd never had sex before and were waiting for what felt like the perfect moment. And tonight was it.
"Y-you need to be inside me, need to feel you stretch me please. That shirt sent me over the edge tonight, all I kn-know is I can't wait any longer. M' so horny my tummy hurts I need it I need it." You thrash your arms, raising your hips in an attempt to coax him into you.
His warm had presses your hips down as you cry out. "Please!"
You're nearly to tears from begging so hard, needing him so bad. But he was keeping his calm. He wasn't sure if you really wanted to or if you were in a frenzy of heightened emotions from being so horny.
"Hey, bunny, here," he tilts your chin up to look at him looming over you. "Look at me, shh, shh, quiet down baby. You need me?"
"Y-yes I need you, I need you so bad!"
He strokes your cheek as he says, "are you sure bunny? You know we can do tons of other things, we don't have to rush."
"I'm ready. Look at me, I'm falling apart Bin please." You rake your fingers lightly down his exposed chest. Over his chiseled muscles.
The shiver that runs up his spine causes his body to jerk just the slightest bit.
His demeanor changes slightly, knowing that you're truly sure.
"Bunny, you need Binnie? You're so cute under me bunny, and you're gonna be even cuter trying to take my cock hm?"
You let out an involuntary whine as you grip your pelvis.
"F-fuck me Binnie p-please it hurts. Hurry." You weren't exagerating, the lack of feeling filled by him was now past an itching feeling, it was now a surge of electricity that left you in pain.
"Bunny you've never taken my cock, you might be begging me to slow down later."
His words make your mouth water as he lifts off of you to peel down his boxers. His cock springs free, pink and throbbing. You've seen his cock more times than you can possibly count but today...today its thick girth was mesmerizing, if not a little intimidating, anticipating that his thick cock is supposed to fit in your little cunt.
He hovers at your opening, pressing your hips down with one hand. He connects his lips to yours and your tongues fight for dominance, however, mirroring one another in need.
"Bunny you're dripping and I haven't even put it in yet."
"C-can't wait, Binnie."
"Okay bunny I want you to keep them spread okay?"
You lean up on your elbows, trying to get a closer look at what's about to happen, but he leans further into you, encouraging your shoulders to connect with the mattress.
"Bunny lay down, need you relaxed okay?"
You nod, your lip stuck between your teeth.
"I'm going in okay baby? Slowly..."
You keep your arms at the ready to graze down his chest or over his arms.
His silky tip floats just centimeters from your opening, before he presses his hips forward. The feel of his thick tip has your back arching before it's even in.
"Breathe in bunny, I'm going in." With that, he presses into you, his thick cock head making your cunt stretch more inches than it ever has before - and it's glorious.
Your back arches as you let out a moan, clenching down hard.
"O-ohmygod Bin it's so big."
"I know baby, I know, you're doing great, you feel so fucking g-good." He's holding himself back from fully sheathing inside of you.
"M-more I need more," you pant.
"Binnie's baby is already such a mess isn't she? Haven't' even gotten two full inches yet bunny."
Something about the deliciously painful stretch, along with the scent and sight of this beautiful man over you sends you spiriling.
The earthquake starts deep in your gut, rippling out to each of your limbs, aftershocks wreaking havoc on your cunt.
"Oh bunny, your tiny cunt couldn't take it. Cumming just from my tip?" He's using all his strength not to bully his cock into you in one motion, just to watch a series of orgasms rip from your chest.
He leans down to suck on your nipple as he presses his cock into you.
Your hands fly to his chest, your eyes squeezing shut.
"Fuck! S'big, s'big Binnie I-I can't fit it." You cry.
"Shh bunny, you can, I know you can. You know I'm thick bunny, you were begging earlier, now you can't even take a few inches?"
He takes one hand, capturing yours to shift them over your head, settling you back.
"Don't stop me bunny, you can take it, just relax this little cunt."
"I-I can do it," you coach yourself.
"Last stretch bunny, deep breath," he instructs, bullying the rest of his thick cock into you.
A tear rushes past your eye and he catches it with his finger.
"Crying on my cock already? Look how cute you are bunny, I should take a picture."
Your eyes have rolled back into your head, body writhing under him.
"M-move please," you whimper, glassy eyed.
He pulls his hips back and immediately shoves his throbbing cock back into your sopping cunt.
"Hear that bunny? You're soaking my cock, you just need Binnie so bad you could drown in your own wetness couldn't you?"
"Hm? Answer Binnie, baby."
"Mmhm," you say, feeling your legs shake from the pressured pleasure. He sets a pace.
"Look at your little cunt taking my thick cock bunny, Binnie's so proud of you." He closes his eyes for a second, basking in the feeling of you gripping him.
Your hands find his shoulders, pulling him into your chest. "So fucking tight bunny."
His cock is plunging in and out of you as your nails dig into his skin.
"I-I'm gonna-" your words are cut off by your orgasm rushing through your veins. Your hearing muffled by the intensity of the jolt, cream spilling out over his cock.
"C-cum, cum," you pant, body still buzzing from your high.
"Want me to make you cum again bunny?"
You shake your head, "w-want your cum Binnie, please."
"Binnie's baby just wants his cum, hm? is that it bunny?" He's moving harder, faster than before. All self-control that he previously had, out the window.
"M'gonna fill this tight little virgin cunt bunny. M'gonna plug you up," he squeezes his eyes shut before stilling.
You let out a sequence of moans as you feel the rush of his warm cum streaming into you.
His face is buried in your neck as his body waves over you, cum still spilling into you.
"T-thank you," is all you manage in your fucked-out state.
(unedited)
a/n: I love you so much this ask made my night 10000x better<3
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Bodyguard Bakugou Katsuki x super extra kind reader that’s a pro hero’s daughter who’s utterly ashamed of needing a bodyguard
You regret never taking self defense classes, but are also embarrassed by your lack of street and social skills. A twenty-something year old woman that’s naive and easily manipulated by anyone that’s remotely nice to her, so her parents decide it’s for the best to have someone with her at all times.
Your friends think it’s sexist, that your parents are putting this big, strong man in charge of their daughter just because she’s a woman. But you knows it’s because you’re stupid and weak as a person, your friends just won’t admit it. They’ve tried to help you out, sending you to therapy, providing you with pepper spray and other sorts of weapons, but it was all useless.
So when Bakugou shows up to his first day of work he’s met with a bunch of rich girls staring him down. They think they’re being smooth, whispering bad things about him, trying to come off as intimidating. He just shrugs them off and gets the job done.
He’s with you every second of the day and you hate it. It’s isn’t even because you feel useless, actually that’s not it at all. In your mind having a bodyguard meant going shopping with a tall ass man carrying all your bags like in the movies, but Bakugou makes you carry your own bags. You thank him for that.
The actual problem is that he follows you everywhere you go. To class, to the shop, to your apartment, going out for drinks with the girls, even to your gynecologist appointment. Every time you turn around he’s there behind you and it drives you insane, you’re not a child you’re a grown adult for fucks sake.
One time you beg for him to let you go to breakfast with your friends by yourself, just this time. You beg and beg and after promising you won’t talk to anyone, or make eye contact with any stranger, that you’ll hurry up while crossing the street, after that he lets you go.
Fucking spoiled brat.
He’s following right behind, keeping his distance but still watching you like it is specified in his contract. And the worst part is that even after walking straight past him in your way home you never realize he’d followed.
Dumb bitch.
He doesn’t really have a problem with you, but your friends get him riled up. He’s used to putting up with rich children but dealing with annoying nepo babies is a whole other level. You’re fine though. You always make sure he’s comfortable, asking him if he needs anything, if he follows a special diet so you can learn new recipes. Hell you even change your morning classes to afternoon ones so he can go to the gym during the morning while you stay safe at home.
You’re very nice to him, more than you should. Sometimes it’s a problem, one time he finds out you’re planning on missing your friend’s birthday because you know he can’t stand her. It’s when you two cross her coming out of her Pilate class that he finds out.
“Oh love I haven’t seen you in ages! How are you doing?” He knows she’s talking to you, she never addresses him. But she’s nice to you at least.
He stands behind you looking bored as hell, but he’s actually pretty entertained by your gossip.
“I’m so glad you’re fine. Well, I guess we’ll see each other this Friday, I can’t wait to meet your drunk self again!” That comment makes a little noise in his brain, he doesn’t remember any plans being scheduled for that day.
“Oh no honey im sorry, I won’t go.” That sounds about right.
“But what do you mean? Why?” Bakugou is still standing behind you.
“Well, you know about this contract, Bakugou has to be with me at all times and this is something so personal I thought maybe, it’d be better to just leave it for another time. I can still visit you on Saturday, or maybe go some day during the week to a less concurrent place. I just don’t think it’d be easy for him to get his job done with that many people.”
Your friend is as surprised by your answer as is Bakugou. He can’t believe it, your stupidity levels have broken the scale. And your friends for sure will hate him now.
Before she can attack him he interrupts her.
“I’m sorry but what the fuck are you talking about. First of all, it’s my job to stick to you like I’m your fucking shadow, this is not your fault at all and I’m used to this, there’s no need for you to try and make it easier for me. Second, are you doubting my capability to follow you around in a crowded restaurant? For fucks sake I’m trained for this I could spot you in a subway station during peak hours from a mile away. Get your shit together and go to your friend’s party, I’ll sit on a different table if it’s needed I don’t care just fucking go and have fun.”
He’s offended at first, he walks home with you and doesn’t say a word during dinner until you speak up and explain the real reason behind your plan.
“It’s not that I don’t trust you, or that I doubt you’re talented. I just… don’t think it’s gonna be the right place for you.” Just as you suck at defending yourself you also suck at explaining.
“Oh, uh, well that’s why I suggested I sat on a different table. I can still dress nicely if you don’t want me to embarrass you in front of your friends, I get it. And it’s in the contract so your parents will pay for it don’t worry.” He’s a little disappointed, even though he doesn’t want to admit it. He’s grown fond of you because you’ve proven him wrong. But now you’re turning out to be exactly who he expected you to be.
Your face feels hot and your hands start to sweat. “Shit no, no, no that’s not what I meant at all! Oh god, no, you’re fine! You really are, please dress however you want and you can sit with us! That’s really not the problem at all, oh god.” You can’t stop apologizing and showering him in compliments for almost ten minutes. It’s so embarrassing for both of you, Bakugou can feel his ears turning red as you keep telling him how nice he looks in his casual clothes. “Oh god, this is a terrible misunderstanding. I am aware that you don’t like my friends, and I’m aware they don’t like you either. So I thought I’d be doing the both of you a favor by not having to face each other for more than an hour. Also there’s going to be many people like her, like them, and you won’t feel comfortable at all, our conversations won’t interest you so it’d really suck for you!”
Bakugou wants to thrown up. He also wants to grab you by the cheeks and smash his lips against yours. You’re so sweet and nice and kind. It’s sickening. He wants you to hate him like your friends do, or to order him around telling him it’s his job to go places with you. Maybe even torture him a bit for being so harsh with you, taking him to boring nail salons or having tea with that annoying old neighbor that triggers his cat allergies.
But no, you’re so good to him, always. He wants to wrap you in a blanket and keep you warm forever, feeding you your favorite biscuits and keeping you safe from the outside world.
“It doesn’t matter, we’ll go. I promise I won’t be so bored.” That’s all he manages to say. Lies. It’s worth it though, cause he gets to see you smile with your friends and loosen up after a few drinks.
He takes you home with his jacket around your shoulders, he wipes your makeup off your face and helps you with your skincare routine. The hardest part is getting you to drink some water before bed, but he manages. He stays up all night though, thinking about you and your stupid, kind, heart.
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FAKE DATING WITH MIKE PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU the plot can be whatever you want but please
A/N: The 'fake dating' trope is genuinely one of my favourites so it's safe to say I had a lot of fun coming up with the plot for this one. I'll post a part two if you guys enjoy this one, so please let me know what you think!!
Word Count: 3.5k+
Warnings: language and I guess that's it
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This Love Is Just For Show
It was a slow day at your job. Even though it was a Thursday morning and it was usually really busy at this time, the number of customers coming through the door was significantly lower than any other morning, but you were thankful that you didn’t have to do a million things at the time this early.
You worked at a coffee shop and have worked there for a while, so you were used to the crazy job and by this point, you remembered most of the recurring customers, but you always waited for one in particular.
You heard the little bell that indicated that a customer had entered the coffee shop, so you quickly finished arranging the coffee cups behind the counter before turning to greet your customer. You fought the smile that threatened to creep its way onto your face when you saw who it was, and gave him a nonchalant expression instead.
“Hey Mike”
“Hi” He greeted you back with a smile.
“You want your usual, right?”
“So no small talk today, I suppose” Mike leant his forearms on the counter.
“Sorry, it’s kinda busy back here”
He looked around at the almost empty café “I’m not gonna steal more of your time then. I’ll have my usual”
You took a medium cup and used it to cover your smile, marking up his exact coffee order and writing his name at the bottom.
“You know, my offer to go out for coffee still stands. Maybe at a place you don’t have to make it”
You giggle as you put down the cup, typing a few words into the computer in front of you “You’re very sweet Mike but we’ve been through this, I don’t-”
“Date customers, I know” He finished your sentence.
“Look at that, you do remember. And yet, you keep on asking”
“Just hoping you’ll change your mind, I guess”
You shook your head “Not gonna happen”
“Alright, I’ll stop” He took out his wallet and paid for his drink “I’ll just try again in a month or two. Thanks”
He immediately walked to the other end of the counter to wait for his drink, constantly eying you while you took someone else’s order. You were looking his way too, but way more discreetly than he was.
When he finally got his coffee, he thanked your coworker and walked towards the door, turning his head around for a moment to face you “Bye, I’ll see you tomorrow”
Your eyes lingered on the glass doors after he left. You thought he was attractive, sweet, funny and just nice to have around, but you didn’t know whether you liked him like that or not but sometimes you thought you’d like to find out and go out with him, but you couldn’t do it. The real reason you had rejected every single one of his invitations wasn’t the one you gave him every time he asked, it was because you got out of a messy relationship 6 months ago and you weren’t ready to commit to anything, not yet.
Hours later your shift finally came to an end and you were ready to get out of there, you had a lot to do after all. You were in a hurry, so after taking all of your things you made your way to your car and drove to the grocery store.
After finding a parking spot you entered the massive building, guiding the shopping cart in front of you. You were so wrapped up in your thoughts looking down at your phone as you checked your shopping list, you didn’t notice the familiar face quickly approaching you.
“Y/N?” Your head snapped up as you immediately recognised the voice. You forced a smile while trying really hard to keep your eyes from widening.
“Nick, hi” The shock of seeing your ex-boyfriend for the first time since the breakup was more evident than you had intended.
“It’s been so long, how have you been?”
“Good, things are good” An awkward silence took over your conversation as quickly as it had started. The two of you smiled at each other politely, discomfort present in both of your eyes “How about you?”
“Amazing, actually” You nodded at him in response, unsure of what to say next. Thankfully, someone else joined the conversation. A girl you recognised as one of Nick’s friends from when you were dating him.
“Y/N! It’s been so long” She approached you for a hug, which you politely accepted.
“You remember Emily” Nick said as you pulled away.
“Of course, hi!”
“This is so funny, we were just talking about you last night” Emily said, standing closer to Nick and slowly wrapping her arm around him.
“You were? Why’s that?”
“She suggested we invite you to our engagement party this weekend”
Engagement?
“Oh my god, you guys are engaged” If you weren’t in shock before, you certainly were now “That’s amazing!” You wrapped your arms around them and pulled both of them into a hug, hoping this would prove to him that you really were happy for them. Even though that was far from the truth.
You pulled away after a few seconds, building up the perfect fake smile “I know it’s a bit of a shocker since Nick and I were just friends when you guys were dating, but I hope it’s not weird or anything”
“Please, not at all. I- I’m really happy for you guys”
“Thank you” Emily held your hand momentarily before dropping it and taking it back to her financé’s arm “So, are you coming?”
You thought about it for a moment. You really didn’t wanna go, but you thought that if you showed up you would show them how okay you were with their engagement. Even though you weren’t, since you broke up with Nick just six months ago and out of nowhere he’s engaged now, and you… you hadn’t even gone on a single date since then.
“Of course I’ll be there”
“Great! Should we save an extra seat for a special someone?” Emily asked with a wink.
You could feel your face burn as you thought of the lack of a love life, but your mouth was faster than your brain “Yes, I’ll bring my boyfriend with me”
Fuck.
“Oh” You hear Nick whisper.
“I mean I’ll ask him if he can make it, but you know, he gets really busy sometimes, so-”
“Okay, well I’ll have Nick text you the details later but I guess I’ll see you on Saturday!” Emily pulled you in for another hug, and Nick just waved at you as the both walked away from you.
You were left standing there alone, feeling like a complete loser. You didn’t have feelings for him or anything, and you wished you didn’t care about his engagement but you just couldn't help it.
Your relationship with him was complicated, and your breakup was so messy it took a while to pick up the pieces, and the main reason for that was because he swore he would never want to get married. After being together for a couple of years you moved in together for a few months, leading you to think he’d propose eventually, but he said that was the most you’d get from him. Now six months later he’s engaged to one of his friends…
You barely had the energy to finish with your grocery shopping. You were cursing yourself for saying you would go to their engagement party and on top of everything making up a fake boyfriend. Why couldn’t you just say you were busy? Any other answer would have been better than that.
You went home with a lot on your mind, and Nick’s text with all the details for Saturday just made it worse. You let out a loud sigh as you collapsed on your bed, going through your contacts list to see if you could find someone who would be willing to be your fake boyfriend for a night.
You quickly gave up as you realised how crazy it would be to make such a request, so maybe it would be better if you came up with an excuse and said you wouldn’t be able to make it.
Unless…
You typed Mike’s name on your contacts, hoping you’d find his number there. He gave it to you a couple of months ago, written on a napkin after going to the coffee shop for a week straight. You were almost crossing your fingers, urging that your past self saved it, but you assumed you got rid of it since it wasn’t on your phone.
You sigh again, too tired to think of more solutions.
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The next day wasn’t any better. The party that was taking place the next day was flooding your mind and unfortunately for you, the possibilities of ending up looking like a loser in front of everyone were high.
Everyone around you seemed to notice something was off, but with the busy morning that kept everyone doing something they didn’t have time to ask you the reason. That was definitely a relief, you would hate to admit what your current problem was.
Customers kept coming and that almost made you forget about the whole fake boyfriend thing, until you saw Mike approach the counter with a big smile.
“Hi” You shyly smile back at him.
“Hi, I’ll just have my usual”
You nodded as you grabbed a medium cup. You were debating in your mind whether or not it would be a good idea to ask him for help, but the simple thought of those words leaving your mouth made your face turn a bright red.
“And I’ll also have a cupcake”
You looked at him with furrowed brows. He had been going there every day for at least a couple of months and he never tried something new, so him making an addition to his order took you by surprise “Oh, what’s the occasion?”
“Buying a few extra seconds, I guess” He replied like it was no big deal. He took out his wallet ready to pay for his order, smiling when he noticed your blushed face.
If he was willing to buy a cupcake just to talk to you for a little longer, maybe he would be down to go to a party with you and pretend to be your boyfriend for a night. After all, he had been begging you for a date nearly everyday since the day you met him, and that would count as one, right?
You looked at the cupcake tray that was sitting next to you, naming the cupcake flavours while you kept a collected expression despite the heat rushing to your cheeks as you wrote your phone number down on his cup, right next to his name.
“Uh- we have vanilla, chocolate, blueberry-”
“Which one is your favourite?” He interrupted you.
“Red velvet with cream cheese frosting”
“I’ll have that one”
You tried to suppress your smile as you reached for the cupcake, blushing a little harder when your hand brushed his “Enjoy it”
“I will, or I guess I’ll let you know what I think on Monday” You looked down and grabbed his receipt, keeping your eyes fixated on the screen in front of you when you handed it to him “Thanks” Mike said, and you panicked when he started to walk away, and once again your mouth acted on instinct.
“I get off at 4” You spit out, making him stop and take a step back as you cursed yourself for how pathetic you sounded.
“Huh?”
“Today, I- I get off at 4” You repeated, thinking of something else to say “You can call me and- and maybe I’ll see you later”
A smile appeared on his face “Yeah, sure. I’ll give you a call” He nodded quickly, but stopped when he realised “I’d love to have your number, though”
“On your cup”
His smile grew bigger, and you could almost notice his tinted cheeks “I’ll talk to you later, then”
You nodded as he walked away, pushing away your embarrassment as you fixed your face to attend a new customer. You tried to stay focused on the order, but the cheeky smile from your coworker made you blush again.
“Shut up” You said, rolling your eyes at her.
The rest of the day went by painfully slowly. You were dying to check your phone to see if he had called you or at least texted you, but it was so busy that you didn’t have the time for that.
At the same time you were hoping he’d take his time reaching out to you. You felt guilty dragging him into your little show and you knew if you went out with him you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from asking him.
When your lunch break came you literally ran to the back to get your phone, your heart skipping a beat when you read the last notification.
Unknown: Hey, it’s Mike
You saved his contact right away, and then took a little too long to think of a response, writing and deleting the message a few times before finally sending one back.
You: This is Y/N!
You rolled your eyes at your own message, and only a few seconds later your phone started ringing, his name showing on the tiny screen. You froze for a moment, but rushed to answer when it rang for the second time.
“Hi” You said in a shy tone.
“Hi. Sorry for calling but it’s way easier than texting”
“Don’t worry, I agree” You let out a little giggle before continuing “I guess I should apologise for earlier today”
“What do you mean?”
“You know, writing my number on your cup-”
“No need to apologise” He interrupted you “I’ve been meaning to ask you, what changed?”
‘I ran into my now engaged ex boyfriend and made up a fake boyfriend so I desperately need your help’ you thought to yourself, but of course you couldn’t say that, not yet anyway.
“I, uh- I thought about your offer, and coffee sounds nice”
“Well… I know a place, they have the best red velvet cupcakes-”
“Definitely not here” You stop him before you let out another laugh, even though you knew he was joking “We can meet somewhere else, what time do you get off?”
“Oh, so you really did mean tonight” Mike sighs loudly, taking a hand to his hair as he tries to think of someone who could babysit his sister.
You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to bury your embarrassment at how desperate you sounded “Sorry, we can try some other time-”
“No” He’s quick to cut you off “I just need to find a babysitter for Abby-”
“Who’s Abby?”
“My little sister, but the babysitter leaves at 6”
“Right, I understand” You try to think of a solution without sounding more desperate than you already were, but maybe it was for the best if you didn’t see him tonight.
“I’m gonna call her and ask if she can stay with Abby for a little longer tonight”
That makes you feel bad, thinking about his little sister stuck with the babysitter just because of your big mouth. You start to come to your senses, there was no way you could lead him on like that.
You let out a loud breath before saying “Mike, actually I think it’s better if we leave it for another time”
He stays silent for a moment, but then finally replies “Uh- yeah, that’s okay”
“Sorry, it’s just-” You stop when the clock on the wall tells you your lunchtime is over “I have to go but I’ll see you on Monday”
You hand up the phone immediately, the guilt coming back to you for a different reason.
You spend the rest of your shift thinking of excuses for your absence to the party, knowing that that’s what you should have done from the beginning. When you leave you’re so caught up on your thoughts you almost don’t recognise the person waiting for you outside.
“Mike?”
“Hi, yeah- uh sorry” He put his hands on his pockets, looking down at the ground “You sounded a little weird on the phone earlier”
“I had to go back to work, sorry”
“Right, I know… so, about the coffee-”
“Y/N!” Mike is interrupted by a voice you hated to recognize. You closed your eyes momentarily as you let out a breath, mentally preparing yourself to talk to her again “We have to stop running into each other like this”
“Emily, so nice to see you again” You say with a convincing smile.
“You too” She inspects your outfit and the building behind you, a smirk appearing on her face when her eyes landed on you again “I see you’re still working at the café”
You don’t say anything but your blood starts to boil, but at the same time you’re trying hard to hide your embarrassment.
Mike looked at you as soon as those words left her mouth, trying to read your expression, but when you didn’t say anything he decided to jump in “Hi, I’m Mike”
“Oh hi, I’m Emily” They shook hands and she carefully examined him almost entirely, and Mike dropped it after just a moment “I used to be friends with Y/N. Well, with her ex boyfriend, but he’s now my fiancé” She said as she showed off her ring, and the two of you simply nodded “Oh… you must be Y/N’s boyfriend”
Emily’s eyes fixated on you, giving you the same intimidating look she always gave you, making you break and fall into a moment of weakness “Yes” You replied, and she immediately turned to Mike to give him a hug.
“You should’ve said that before, she was telling us about you last night”
He was looking at you with a million questions as his eyes gave you the most confused look you had ever seen on anyone. You mouthed the word ‘Sorry’ as they pulled away.
“You guys are coming to the party tomorrow, right?”
“We can’t make it, sorry” You grabbed Mike’s arm and pulled him closer to you, giving him an apologetic smile.
“Oh well that’s a shame”
“You never said anything about a party, baby” He looked at you, amusement building in his face.
You were sure your face has never been more red than it is right now, you truly didn’t know what to say to that “Uh I- I’m sorry, I guess I forgot”
“We’ll be there”
“Mike, what are you doing?” You whisper to him.
“Great! I can’t wait to see you guys tomorrow”
She starts to walk away as she waves you goodbye, and as soon as she leaves you turn to face Mike, your apology already leaving your mouth “I’m sorry, Mike I’m so sorry, I don’t know what got into me-”
“Who was that?” He interrupted you “And most importantly, why did you say I was your boyfriend”
“That was my… I used to know her when I was dating my ex boyfriend” You explained, scratching your head as you tried to think of the answer to his next question “I don’t know why I said that. I panicked but of course that’s no excuse, I shouldn't have said that, I’m so sorry”
“What did she mean you told them about me last night?”
“I didn’t, I swear I didn’t” You simply reply, but he urges you to continue “I ran into them and they invited me to their engagement party, which already was so crazy cause I didn’t think Nick would ever get married, but he would give that to Emily I guess” You start to ramble, but stop when you realise you’ve said too much “She asked me if I would bring someone with me and I don’t know why but I said yes”
“Does that have anything to do with you giving me your number today?”
“No, of course not” You rushed to reply “Look, I’m sorry I got you into this. It’s stupid and it’s immature, you don’t have to worry about her thinking you’re my boyfriend, I promise I’ll call her”
You stared for a moment, waiting for him to accept your apology, although you’d understand if he didn’t.
“I can come to the party with you”
“What?”
“I mean she’s not very nice, why give her the satisfaction? Plus, I already promised we’d be there”
“No, Mike you don’t have to do that-”
“I tried asking you on a date for weeks, I’m not gonna let it go to waste now, even if it’s not real”
You stop to think for a little too long. If he was down then what was the problem? Asking him to do that for you did cross your mind anyway, so now that he was volunteering himself you shouldn't feel as guilty, right?
“It’s just going to be for one night, and knowing Emily there will be so much free food and drinks, you just need to stay with me and maybe hold my hand a few times”
"Deal"
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bedoballoons · 6 months
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I HAD THIS IDEA WHILE LISTENING TO "SAVAGE" im going back to my gacha phase
there's this one lyric
"Give me a reason to stay"
So sumeru boys getting into a fight w their s/o and they don't give her a chance to intervene and inform them that she had to move away from sumeru (for work or anything)
İ need angst
After that they don't talk for a few days and boom
They feel bad and decide's apologize their s/o only to find her home empty and catch her getting ready to leave sumeru that day! Wowie
Also grim reaper xiao is lookin fine 🤭
-💤
AHH that's so sad!! I love it!! Apologies for not answering sooner!! Thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy! <3
Why thankyou~
─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃
{༻~Give me a reason to stay~༺}
CW: Angsty! Mentions of a past fight, characters beg you to stay, reader leaves anyway!
(Includes: Tighnari, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Wanderer, and Cyno!)
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𑁍༄Tighnari:
"I don't want to yell anymore!"
Tighnari covered his ears, his voice like a earthquake in his own head...and that look on your face, a horrid memory of the fight you had, he still didn't know what you were trying to tell him and now it has been days since you'd even said a word to him. If he had just listened...if the two of you had just talked...
"Stop..you're only beating yourself up, just go talk to them...apologize." He muttered to himself quietly, trying to find the courage to actually knock on your door after standing there for at least ten minutes...it was starting to seem like a lost cause. "Just knock...how will you ever make up other wise just kn-"
He got cut off mid sentence when the door suddenly swung open, revealing you with suitcases in your hands and your normal living room completely barren.."Tighnari? What...what are you doing here?" You looked away, unable to meet his eyes...you felt guilty for not telling him you were leaving, but he never gave you the chance..
"I-i wanted to apologize, I feel terrible about what happened...are...are you leaving? Where are you going?"
"Tighnari...I'm moving, out of Sumeru..."
"No...no wait don't move, I can apologize more, we can talk about this..."
"I..." You wanted to say something else, but your friend started calling out to you, warning you that if you didn't leave now you'd be late, "Thank you for apologizing Tighnari...I...I gotta go." He watched you hurry away and he just stood there, dumbfounded, like he'd just seen a ghost..a ghost of the relationship he held so dear to his heart...
𑁍༄Alhaitham:
Alhaitham sighed, standing in your yard with a perplexed expression...how had Kaveh actually talked him into this? He himself had no idea how to apologize...what to say to make up for the way he acted, the screaming and hurtful words...the tears that rolled down your cheeks when you stomped off...how did you fix something so emotional and serious?
He waited there for a couple more minutes, hoping to catch you walking out or getting home, but when that didn't work...he resorted to knocking. "Hello? Are...you in there? I...want to talk." He listened to your footsteps growing closer, remembering when you'd try to sneak up on him while he was reading and he'd always hear you...he just wanted things to go back the way they were..
The second you opened the door he knew the situation was far more serious than he had imagined, your things stored away in boxes...your suitcases packed, this wasn't some trip...you were leaving. "...You're moving?"
"I wanted to tell you..but we were fighting you didn't give me the chance."
"I don't want you to leave."
"It's to late Alhaitham..."
"Wait..." He tried to grab your hand...but the door closed in his face, with you on the other end trying to calm yourself...
𑁍༄Kaveh:
Kaveh held the flowers closer to his chest, knocking over and over on your door, praying that you'd open it...that you'd forgive him. He felt terrible, he couldn't eat or sleep, the only thing he could think about was your eyes..the tears that welled in them when he had raised his voice. Even flowers wouldn't be enough to fully forgive him and he knew that, but just...hearing your voice, seeing you...talking would help.
"Helloooo?" He leaned over, peeking into your window...his face going pale, all of your things... were gone? No that couldn't be right, had he gone to the wrong house somehow? He started to panick, peeking through other windows of previous residence....freaking out the neighbors, but mostly, finding that every room was the same. Any trace of you had vanished.
"Kaveh? What are you doing?"
His head snapped in your direction, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you, "You're not gone, thank gosh. I thought maybe you had moved away and I'd never see you again..."
"... Kaveh I am moving away."
"What...but why..."
"I have a business offer, to good to pass up...I was going to tell you, but everything happened and we were yelling...so I took it. I came back here to return the keys and saw everyone looking over here."
"...oh. Is there anyway I can..convince you to-"
"No Kaveh...I think...we need the time apart."
He took a step back, racking his brain for something to say...even as you walked away from him and it started to rain...he just...wanted a way to make you stay. Just a chance.
𑁍༄Wanderer:
Wanderer stood at your door, looking at it like it could jump at him any moment, he wanted to apologize, for the argument for everything but it was all just...so hard!, "Ughh! Why did I have to get into a stupid relationship, why did I have to like them...why...ugh...why do I have to love them....so much." He punched the wall, biting his lip as he knocked on your door, only for it to slowly creak open.
"Hey..I know you're probably still upset with me and I...deserve it, but I'm going to be pathetic and apologize, because...I don't want to loose...you?" He started speaking to you even though you were already gone, shocked to see the sight of your empty house. Realization hit him like a ton of bricks, "Shit."
He ran, flying over everything and anything that got in his way, he'd stop you. He would let you leave. No, he needed to apologize, to make you stay. "Wait! No wait!!" He called out to you, your eyes locking with his for just a moment...just a moment and then you got into the boat, while he stood there...
If he had a heart...it would have been broken...
𑁍༄Cyno:
For once, Cyno didn't feel like telling a joke... playing tcg, right now he just wanted to apologize, give justice where it was due. He wanted to explain his actions, he wanted you back...he wanted to be together again and stop the silence. He didn't even know how to start solving the argument, but he figured talking...would probably help, so thats how he had ended up on your doorstep, waiting patiently for you to open the door..
He knocked again...and again, but nothing. He was just about to turn around, convinced it was a lost cause, when suddenly a paper landed at his feet, his heart racing with excitement...this could be his chance to talk to you, although he want sure why you didn't just open the door instead...
He opened the letter despite that and as he read it...his heart sank,
Cyno,
I know I should just talk to you, but saying this... it would be to hard, to upsetting. Before we had started arguing, I had planned to tell you I was moving...family reasons. I'm...I'm sorry, I wish you could have had more of a warning, but as you read this I'm already making my way out the back door...
Goodbye..
He ran to the backside of the house, but you'd already left...he was alone, with nothing but a letter you'd wrote and a guilt he'd never be able to shake until he saw you again...
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◥(•̀₩•́)◤☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 ☾𖤓~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧
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fablepaint · 5 months
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I don’t know if I’m allowed to ask anything here, but I wanted to know something. How is it like being a director of an animation? What’s your ideology when it comes to directing?
Messages anytime all the time
caffeinecaffeinecaffeine
body exhausted, enforces its own breaks
hard to go out, ever
STRESSSSS
MAAATHHH
wheredidmybraingo?
*smashed body part* thatll heal up finnnne. i dont have time for doctor!
ohgoddontfuckitup dontbeTHATguy ohfuckohshit
i love my partner i cant believe he puts up with this
hug every pet. theyre my emotional sponges.
manic creative spurts followed by sheepish anxiety.
PaPERWORK
hurry up and wait, times a thousand.
hope you like data sheets!
delegateDAMMIT
And thats when it's running smoothly!
otherwise my approach is to try and reflect the best examples of leadership and guidance IRL ive experienced. Mostly, from quality college professors Ive known. Tom Sito in particular exemplified a lot of what i strive to be. He was also formerly guild president and i think teaching your crew to view themselves as a collective that supports each other is vital to ensuring not just that they work together well, but also should anyone try to take advantage of them, they'll curbstomp them. I want them to be capable even in my absence, beyond the project, and able to run their own projects competently in the future.
i should be the one who guides and educates people into giving what's needed for the shot. Pain and blood are unwanted elements in that recipe. Theyre distractions and energysappers, red flags of a problem not a badge of honor.
Ideally, i barely have to do more than gently steer the work. And if ive communicated what im looking for effectively, theyre all plenty good at doing the work without me hovering over them.
if the work needs more guidance than that, then i roll up my sleeves and dive in as well. And figure out what the problem was, log it, and let that educate everyone else too (good documentation is essential).
i try to exhaust every option i have before blaming the person working on it for all the issues. Sometimes that is the problem, but even then i need to approach it neutrally and ask what human solution is required then. Do they need a break? was this not the right shot for them? is their way of processing the communication different than i expected? is there a translation problem?
in which case give people space to figure out some of that without judgement. Sometimes that means leaving for a bit, or permanently. But dont chase them. Just let them have their own life.
The only things i cant abide by are lack of communication that results in putting stress on the rest of the team. Consistent lying about availability and ball dropping despite constant outreach means someone has to pick up the slack without enough time or energy stocked up to take on the extra work. Anything that ends up exacerbating stress makes me upset.
But even then, it's still my job to spot the signs of this and make necessary adjustments before it becomes a problem. Including identifying where I made a miscalculation in hiring.
The buck always ALWAYS stops with me. I have the power to adjust the system to make it better, which means i gotta have a good grasp on that system.
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luvyeni · 11 months
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Im going crazy over the trailer of the new skz comeback omgkfjf’d
badboy!jeongin where literally everyone in school thinks he’s some type of bully because he acts tough and never smiles but for some reason bubbly!reader doesn’t want to stay away from him like everybody else haha so ofc the whole school is shocked (so is jeongin) but he soon enough realize he has a soft spot for her! and follows her around like a lost puppy
I think it would be cute to see jeongin protect her from frat boys hitting on her or mean girls in her class bullying her (things like that 🤭)
- 🤡 anon
most people avoided him , he didn't even care when people would turn the other way when he walked past , that was until you showed up , following him wherever he went.
your friends are confused , "why do you follow him around , he's scary?" you just smile shrugging. "he isn't that bad , he just needs a friend." they look at you crazy. "yeah, okay."
he pushes you away at first , literally pushes you away whenever you're near him. "innie , hi!" he just stares at you , before flicking your forehead. "go away." you don't though , you follow behind him.
he slowly starts to warm up to you , shocking everyone when they see him waiting for you to catch up to him , a frown still on his face , "hurry , before i leave you." but he knows he's not going to.
soon he finds himself waiting for you after class , following behind you closely as you walk to class your books and bag in his hand, grabbing you by the shirt , dragging you away when you stop and talk to someone , especially a boy. "don't talk to him." "why?" "because i said so."
if he finds a group a girls , picking on you or teasing he'll literally come sit in the class that you're all in and stare at them the entire class , his eyes sharp until they get scared , and stay away from you.
he doesn't even ask you out , he'll just be taking you home one day , and before you get out of his car , he'll stop you. "don't talk to other boys , you're mine now." he'll roll his eyes , trying to control his smile when your eyes light up. "really."
"don't get too excited , now get out my car, i'll be back in the morning to pick you up."
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mxqdii · 3 months
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helloo! I was wondering if you could do hcs or a fic with Matt x reader who has ADHD ?? Love ur work <3
headcannons - m.s x adhd gf
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pairings: matt sturniolo x reader
summary: headcannons
warning(s): talks of mental health
a/n: as someone with adhd i'm happy to write this!! read at ur own risk if this makes u uncomfortable anyone!
not proofread
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okay matt would be SO GOOD with any girlfriend whatsoever, but if you had adhd?? aaaaaa
for me i def fidget a lot and with adhd comes bad habits sooo, picking your nails? he'll grab your hand, bouncing your leg? he'll put his hand on your knee.
"i'll do it later" no you won't!! matt is def so patient with you but when it comes to procrastinating, he'll make sure you get stuff done and help you, whatever u need.
when you first tell him you have adhd you're super nervous to tell him and stuff but he doesn't make it a big deal he's like "thank you for telling me baby" and just super sweet about it
knows you have no patience so never makes you wait for anything, always yells at his brothers to hurry the fuck up 🙈
loves when you ramble, even though you hate it because you don't even realize your doing it buuuut, he finds them adorable. staring at you intently the whole time, listening to every word.
knows you hate when things get too quiet, so when you're going to sleep he always turns the tv on, or when you're in a public space you guys will share an airpod (im dead)
^^ he makes a playlist of songs you guys like!!!
keeps remembrance of your current hyperfixations
if you ever snap at him or randomly get upset he'd be so sweet doing everything to try and make you feel better (kms)
if you're in a rough patch he's literally SO soft towards you like i just know chris and nick are making fun of him
def struggles a bit too in the mental health department but you guys help eachother grow.
TAGLIST:
@opheliaofficial07 @stargirlv0id @strnilolo @annaisabookworm @theperson-nextdoor @prettysturniolo @its-jennarose @gottamakemyhatersmad @luvsturniolo
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disneyprincemuke · 9 days
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forever wouldn't wait for us * fem!driver
logan's moving out
pairings: 4lyfers x fem!driver
notes: hi please give this attention im not even kidding how difficult it was to write this like i'm actually kinda sad
(series masterlist) | (📂 the sophomore year)
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liam scowls, throwing his head back. he points his hand towards logan, sat on the couch, fiddling with a rubix cube he’d found underneath the couch. “you’re not even helping!”
“i didn’t know kidnapper took my rubix cube,” logan mutters.
the girl passes him, walking between the couch and the coffee table, snatching away the rubix cube from his hands. “you don’t even know how to play with a rubix cube,” she mutters, “and this is mine.”
logan huffs, rolling his eyes and throws his arms into the air. “you never let me have anything.”
she furrows her eyebrows. “you moved into my furnished apartment at the start of last year.”
“there’s gotta be something in the living room that’s mine,” logan frowns, looking around for something to take with him.
“what time are we drinking?” oscar throws his head back, looking over from the dining table. on the table is a set of uno cards messily strewn in different directions. on his right is lily and to his left is ylona with a small grin. “you guys are taking too long.”
“we wouldn’t be taking so long if everyone helped like they promised,” she huffs underneath her breath with a small eye roll. “anyway, logan’s still trying out being a thief right in front of my eyes.”
“babe,” ylona snorts, “don’t steal from rocky.”
mick walks out of logan’s room, a box of neatly folded clothes inside. he drops it right by the kitchen where the rest of logan’s boxes rest, stacked above one another. “logan loves stealing from rocky.”
“i do not!” logan defends himself. “wait, whatever. i’m just saying — there has to be something that’s mine in the living room. there’s no way that i was leeching off rocky the entire year and a half we stayed together.”
“you probably have more things in her parents’ home rather than here,” oscar points out, playing a card on the table. “hurry it up. i’m hungry and thirsty.”
she hadn’t expected logan to move out so soon. while she knew that living with logan for the rest of her life isn’t a viable arrangement, she hadn’t expected him to decide to pack up and live with his girlfriend while being together for less than a year.
he had told her about a month ago, at the start of september that he’d be moving in with ylona. not too far away, just an apartment down the road. but it still feels like a part’s of her being torn from her — the same way she felt when oscar had moved out of her parents’ when he landed a reserve driver spot with alpine.
she didn’t expect the 3 of them to live together for the rest of time, but it’s just weird to spend growing up every single day with them for years to end up barely talking sometimes outside of race weekends.
“rocky, what do you think?”
she maintains her blank stare on kidnapper, sleeping under the coffee table with a hum. “think of what?”
“let’s head out for dinner as a quick pick-me-up,” mick grins slightly, “and then we drop by the store to get drinks then we continue packing. when we’re done with that, we drink! how’s that sound?”
she lifts her head with a small grin. “yeah, absolutely.”
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the uneasy feeling in her chest never leaves the entire evening. from the moment they’d all spilled out of the apartment to grab dinner, asking each other where they should eat to the moment they were stumbling back in to pack what’s left of logan’s clothes.
she sits in the living room now in silence, playing with kidnapper with one of the toys she’d gotten him in a dim corner. everyone else is in logan’s room, helping fold and pack what mick hadn’t gotten in boxes earlier.
“hey, are you okay? you’ve been here since we came home from dinner.” she glances over her shoulder, a small grin spreading her lips at the man now taking a seat next to her on the ground by the cat tree. “i’m surprised you haven’t started crying yet. remember when i moved out of your parents’?”
she throws her head back with a soft groan and an eye roll. “that seems like forever ago.”
“it was,” oscar laughs, leaning back against the wall as kidnapper curiously climbs on his lap. “how do you feel now that you’ll be living alone?”
“not sure,” she shrugs, dropping her head with a soft chuckle. “i like living with logan, you know? everyday was a party.”
“living by yourself can still be party, you know,” he points out and rests his head on the wall behind him. “you knew we weren’t going to be around forever.”
she presses her lips together as she tries to navigate the lines in her head and pinpoint why she’s always so upset when either of them move out. perhaps she feels left behind once more?
sure, that lingering feeling of jealousy arose occasionally when they were younger, always progressing with their racing careers without her at times. but there’s no reason to feel this way at 21 when they’re all at the same stages of life.
“i mean… before logan asked if he could move in with me, i was prepared to be live by myself. but you know,” she trails off as she lifts her head with trembling lips. “that was a year and a half ago.”
“aw, mate,” oscar coos, reaching over to rest a comforting hand on her knee. “i know he sprung this on you a little too soon. but you’ll be fine, you know?”
“i know,” she grins, craning her neck back to sigh at oscar. “i’m going to let him take stubby with him. i know the bond they’ve formed, you know? i’m going to miss that dog.”
“you know you don’t have to. you adopted stubby.”
“just seems cruel to keep stubby when he very clearly prefers logan over me.” she takes a deep breath and exhales shakily. “we should help them out so we can drink with them, right?”
oscar glances down at the black cat that’s settled in his lap. “i can’t get up — kidnapper’s on my lap. it’s your turn now.”
she rolls her eyes but still slowly gets up from her spot. “i will be back for my cat, oscar piastri.”
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“i know it was sudden when i told you i was planning to move out,” logan mutters, lifting his head to look at the girl in the single seater couch across the room. “i’m sorry.”
the girl looks up from her phone, her screen illuminating her face with a small grin and flushed cheeks from the drinks they’d consumed. the empty glass bottles riddle the floor of their — no, her — living room. “we can’t be roommates forever. it’s okay.”
around them are liam and mick, passed out in their individual spots with pillows and blankets strewn over their bodies. oscar and lily are coddled up in her bed and logan’s got ylona’s head in his lap as she lies on the couch with stubby in her arms.
“i’m sorry i didn’t even ask you what you thought about it at first,” he admits. “you let me move into your apartment then i just spring my decision to move out 3 weeks ahead of time. i’m sorry, rocky.”
“it’s okay, really. like–”
“dude.” the firmness in her voice makes her drop her phone into her stomach. she sits upright with a small grin on her face and a heavy sigh. “i’m sorry. 2024 hasn’t been great for our friendship.”
she laughs softly, dropping her back against her seat. “are you talking about the crash? that was months ago, mate. i totally overreacted. so much for ‘whatever happens on the track, stays on the track’. i’m sorry.”
but meeting his eyes across the room, her smile fades when she notices that he’s not smiling or giggling along with her. “you know what i’m apologising for.”
tears flood her eyes and she forces herself to look away to wipe them away. “mate. it’s been 9 months.”
“stop brushing it off,” logan whispers, shaking his head. “i’m sorry, okay? you’re still my best friend — you know that, right? nothing’s changing. i’m just 2 blocks down the road; call me if you need me.”
she smiles, hanging her head as she turns to look at him. “likewise. take stubby with you, by the way. he seems to be very fond of you and ylona, anyway.”
“what? no, that’s crazy. stubby is your dog.”
she shakes her head and holds a hand up to stop him from talking. and she knows that he knows what that means — there’s nothing he can say to change her mind. “take him. he’ll be happier with you guys.”
logan’s stare lingers on her, smiling back before she picks up her phone from her stomach. “you should bring ylona to your bed. the couch is uncomfortable, mate.”
logan grins. “okay. do you want to share the bed with her? i know oscar and lily’s fallen asleep in yours. i can sleep out here if you want.”
she shakes her head, following his gaze as he carefully manoeuvres ylona to guide her back to his room. “i’ll be okay. you don’t have to look out for me so much anymore, mate. i’m a big girl.”
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“everything’s in the car,” oscar calls out from down the hall, popping his head from the corner that leads to their life lobby. “need a minute?”
“i’ll be down in a second,” logan answers, looking over his shoulder as oscar nods firmly and disappears into the corner. he lets out a shaky breath before he turns back to the small girl standing by the door, handle in her hands as she leans against the door frame. “i’m going to miss living with you.”
she smiles, another tear falling right out of her eye. “i’m going to miss you too. it’s okay that we’re like this, right? we’ve lived together for almost a decade — it’s weird not waking up to your breakfast.”
“don’t skip breakfast, okay?” he presses his lips together. “take care of yourself, dude.”
she laughs her sob out, more tears starting to roll down her cheeks. she sighs, palms over her face as she shies her emotions away. “this is so stupid. i’m literally coming over to help you move in in an hour. i just need to take a shower and feed kidnapper some breakfast.”
logan snorts, throwing his head back, tears slowly leaving his eyes. “10 years is a long time to be living together. we’re still best friends even if we’re not living together. we’ve made it work with oscar, haven’t we?”
“obviously,” she mutters. “i’ll see you later, okay?”
“okay,” logan grins. he leans down, wrapping both arms around her smaller frame and tightens his grip. “i’m sorry again for how things turned out. you’ll always be my best friend, you know that, right?”
she stumbles into him, tiptoeing as she tries to keep her feet on the ground as he squeezes her and lifts her off the ground slightly. “i know. you’ll always be my bestest friend in the entire world, lo. forever wasn’t going to wait for us.”
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pairing ✭ bf!jongho x f!reader
synopsis ✭ when you come home from a less-than-perfect day, your boyfriend is nowhere to be found, but you don't want to call him and ask him to come home while he's out with friends. even though he'd drop everything if he knew you were struggling.
content/genre ✭ smut 18+ MDNI, established relationship, non-idol!au, hurt to comfort, slightly angsty, relatively fluffy (certainly the fluffiest thing i've ever written here)
word count ✭ 2.5k
note ✭ so this was something i really needed to write for myself, i think. for those who don't know (which is all of you lol) i have adhd. where i see it the most in my own life is chronic procrastination. it's something i've had to learn to cope with a lot throughout my life. a lot of times, when i feel the need to avoid feeling the stress of my personal life, i'll scroll on instagram or tumblr forever. which then leads to a heaping ton of guilt in the following hours as i try to make up for lost time. it's a wonderful cycle.
anyway, this is to say, that coping alone can be incredibly difficult. don't get me wrong, i have a handful of wonderful friends (who go to school across the country) and an angel of a therapist, but i often romanticize having someone there to help drag me out of those hopeless cycles. and not because i think i need someone to do it for me, but having that person is a really comforting thought. and, today, that is jongho i guess 😀
that being said, this mc doesn't necessarily have adhd, but they are certainly experiencing something that i experience very frequently as a byproduct of it.
like, is this smut? yeah, but im allowed to be emotional 😗
warnings ✭ mc is stressed af, protected sex, really soft sex (they're in love 😤)
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It was a terrible day. One of the worst you’d had in a while. Nothing seemed to be going your way. You’d ripped your favorite pair of tights this morning when getting ready in a hurry after waking up super late. You’d locked yourself out of the apartment. The seven dollar coffee you’d bought for yourself to cope with aforementioned events had spilt all over your desk, ruining the book you had just received as a gift from a coworker. And, to top it all off, your boss had demanded you to stay late to finish what was supposed to be his job.
So when you finally made it back to your apartment, after waiting in the lobby forever waiting for your landlord to let you in, you wanted nothing more than to collapse on the couch with your boyfriend and fall asleep in his arms. 
You were plagued with fatigue as you slipped out of your work shoes and made your way through the kitchen and into the living room, not finding him anywhere. The bedroom the two of you shared was also completely vacant. Nothing had changed since you’d left this morning. He hadn’t been home all day.
Maybe he’s just working late, you thought, slightly defeated knowing you’d have to wait for him, not knowing how long it would take. 
Trying to take your mind off of it, you scrolled on your phone for a completely indiscernible amount of time, feeling completely defeated with the day you’d had. Moving in with Jongho months ago has been an incredibly helpful step for you. Before the two of you had lived together, you were a master of procrastinating your own feelings. Constantly letting yourself rot away in your bed and letting the day pass you by. Only to be plagued by that crushing guilt that came with letting a day go by unproductively. Living with Jongho had given you someone to hold you accountable. To pull you out of bed because sometimes it was impossible to do it on your own.
But on nights like these, where your boyfriend was nowhere to be found, which was not a common occurrence, you felt yourself slipping back into the endless cycle of losing yourself in your phone for countless hours. 
Hours passed and the sun was almost completely down before you received a text from your boyfriend.
| jongho 🐻🤎: hey love, sorry i had to stay late for work today. i’m gonna go get some drinks with my coworkers.
| jongho 🐻🤎: that ok?
God, you felt so helpless. How horrible and controlling of a partner would you be to tell him ‘no?’ Did he ask? Yes, but you desperately didn’t want to be the girl who always needed to be by her boyfriend’s side. Telling him he couldn’t go out with his friends would make you feel like such a nuisance. You stared at the screen for a good two minutes, biting your thumb, trying to think of how to respond.
| jongho 🐻🤎: y/n? 
| jongho 🐻🤎: i can see you read the message. is everything alright?
Before you could even draft a response, his name flashed across the screen. Taking a deep breath, you slid your thumb across the screen, answering the call.
“Hi,” you picked up.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” You could hear some of his coworkers in the background. He must already be at the bar. 
You held in a sigh, “Nothing, I’m alright. Why?”
“Y/n, you read and didn’t respond to my message. Like you were overthinking a response."
You didn’t say anything. Overthinking yet another response.
“Love, I don’t even want to be here that badly. If you need me to come home, I will. But you’ve gotta tell me.” He was being so patient with you. So much more patient than you thought you deserved, though he would certainly disagree with that.
You took a deep breath, nearing tears, “I–” this was so incredibly hard, “Can you please come home? I didn’t really have a great day.”
“Of course, I’ll be there in about thirty minutes. Do you want me to stay on the phone?”
“No, it’s alright. I just need to see you.”
“Ok, just hang in there alright. Why don’t you hop in the shower, and we can watch a movie when I get back. I’ll pick up some takeout on my way, too.”
When you hang up, you force yourself to get out of bed and get in the shower. It’s so rewarding and feels so relaxing that you can’t imagine why you ever couldn’t get out of the bed in the first place. But, of course, you say that every time. 
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By the time you had gotten out of the shower and dried your hair, Jongho had made it home with the takeout he’d promised in hand. 
When you left your bedroom, you saw him sitting on the floor in your living room. He’d lit a candle on the coffee table and set the food down with it. You could tell he’d changed out of his work clothes into a hoodie and basketball shorts, mirroring your almost identical outfit. He didn’t notice you at first. He was chatting to someone on the phone, seemingly a friendly conversation, and not one you wanted to interrupt. When he saw you, though, you heard him say goodbye to whoever was on the line. 
Throwing his phone down on the couch, he got up from the floor and met you at the door of your bedroom. Pulling you into a big hug, he placed a kiss on the top of your head. 
“No pressure, but, if you wanna talk about your day, we can.”
You shook your head, “Not really. I just wanna eat, I think.”
The two of you ate, sitting in comfortable silence on the floor in your living room. You noticed as you took in the scene around you, that Jongho had turned off all the overhead lights in the room. Leaving only the candlelight and the string lights around the ceiling to illuminate the room. There was something about warm lighting that made everything feel so much more cozy and comfortable. 
Your boyfriend wasn’t the most physically affectionate individual, but he never failed to make you feel loved. He always noticed the small things. He was hyper aware of your emotions in the least patronizing way possible. It was little moments like bringing home food for you and turning the cool-toned overhead lights off that reminded you that this man knew you better than anyone.
And that wasn’t something that happened overnight. He tried harder than anyone you’d ever met to know you. Your likes, dislikes, discomforts, phobias, and even your little habits. He knew it all. What he knew most is that you desired so bad to have someone to pull you out of your slump. Which is why he had come home early.
“I’m sorry you couldn’t stay out with your friends,” you whispered, staying focused on the food in front of you.
“I didn’t come home because I felt any obligation to. It’s not that I couldn’t stay out with my friends. It’s that you needed me here at home, and I wanted to come home and comfort you.” He ran a hand over your hair as he finished up his own food. 
That was another thing you loved about him. He wasn’t saying this because he wanted to make you feel better. He wanted you to know that you were not alone. That you were free to feel your feelings, and he’d always be right beside you to comfort you through them.
“Thank you,” you looked up at him, “I love you, you know that, right?”
“How could I ever forget? I love you, too, y/n.”
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After the food was gone and the coffee table was cleared, Jongho had put on a movie laid down on the couch, holding out his arms for you. When you finally sat between his legs and leaned into his chest, he pulled a quilted blanket over the two of you, wrapping his arms around you.
You paid very little mind to the movie playing on the TV. Instead you were focused on the rhythm of his breathing, the steady beating of his heart, and the minor movements his chest would make when he let out a soft laugh whatever he was watching.
He played with your hair, running his fingers through the strands, softly brushing his fingers over your neck with each pass. This position couldn’t have been more comfortable. Being with the man you loved as he comforted you in the way he knew best with absolutely no complaint was more than you could’ve ever dreamed of.
Jongho would claim that it was the bare minimum, but you always felt the need to let him know how much he really amazed you. 
When you reached your hand up to his cheek to brush your thumb over the skin, he looked down at you, completely forgetting about the movie playing. He grabbed your hand from his cheek and kissed your fingers, your palm, the back of your hand, the inside of your wrist.
Pulling yourself up to his face, you kissed him as softly as he’d done to your hand. Everything was so soft. From the way he kissed you to the way he caressed the skin under your hoodie right above the waistband of your shorts. From the hand you had in his hair to the way he lifted you to sit more comfortably in his lap.
He kissed your neck just as softly. You sighed contently. Fully basking in the way he took care of you. His movie was fully disregarded at this point as he gripped the bottom of your shirt.
Looking into your eyes he asked, “can I take care of you, love?” You nodded, helping him lift the sweatshirt over your head. 
Before you could even comprehend the nakedness of your chest, he lifted you into his arms and carried you to your shared bed. Laying you on your back. Your bare skin taking immense comfort in the softness of your sheet. He pulled his shirt over his head and threw his pants off to the side.
He immediately went back to kissing you. Hands moving from your cheeks, down your neck. His thumbs caressed your collarbone as his lips brushed the crook of your neck and then your shoulder. You shuddered when one of his hands took your breast. His lips met the other one, causing you to let out a breathy moan and weave your fingers through his dark hair.
He continued to kiss and touch every inch of your torso. When he got to your waistband, he left a small kiss under your belly button. His big brown eyes meeting your own as he pulled your shorts and underwear off together. Tossing them to the side of the bed. 
Lifting one of your legs onto his shoulder, he kissed your inner thigh, still meeting your eyes. The eye contact wasn’t broken until his thumb met your clit. Brushing over it slightly, making you toss your head back into the pillows under you. His mouth replaced his thumb, slowly teasing you. 
With his free hand, he took your own hand, the one that wasn’t gripping his hair, and threaded his fingers through yours. Thumb brushing over the back of your hand.
He felt so good. His tongue working so hard to make you feel pleasure. Everything was so gentle, but felt so euphoric. His fingers pumping in and out of you as he sucked on your clit. You felt like you could’ve floated away with the way he caressed your hand and your thigh. It wasn’t long before you were washed with a wave of pleasure. Everything was hot. You felt it rush through you from your ears down to your cunt. He kissed your thigh one more time after you came, fingers pushing you through the finale of your orgasm. 
Your breathing was ragged when he made it back up to your face, kissing you tenderly. Reaching a hand beneath the pillow under your head. He pulled out a condom. Before he could open it, you plucked it out of his hands, tearing it open as he stripped himself of his own underwear before you rolled the rubber onto his length. He groaned at the touch.
“You ready?” He asked, grabbing your arm and kissing your wrist.
You nodded, smiling, “yes. please, baby.”
When he pushed into you, you gasped and threw your head back again. He kissed your neck and shoulder, slowly thrusting into you. On most occasions, you’d beg him to go faster, but his subdued nature in this moment was so incredibly comforting. His thumb massaged your clit.
He kissed you deeply as he thrust into you. Completely overtaking your lips with his own. His kisses were so full of passion that your head spun. His adoration for you was so evident from the way he looked into your eyes when he stopped kissing you. Your foreheads pressed together, separated only by a thin layer of sweat. 
“I love you so much, y/n,” he says, just above a whisper. So close that you can feel his breath tickle your lips when he says it.
You moan softly, feeling yourself reach a second high, “I love you, too.”
It’s only a matter of minutes before you reach your orgasm. You grip his shoulders tight as he coaxes you through your climax. Walls fluttering around him as he finishes inside the condom. 
He kisses your lips once more before pulling out. He pushes himself off the bed to throw it away. When he comes back, he slides back into bed with you. Breath still slightly ragged. 
You laid on his chest, listening to his heart beat once more.
Running a hand over his stomach, you said, “Thanks for coming home early today.”
“Of course, love. You know I’d drop anything to come home to you if you were struggling.”
“I just feel like such a nuisance asking for you to come home,” you groaned.
He ran a hand over your hair, “I will never ever see you asking for help as a nuisance. Sometimes you just need a little push. Or sometimes you just need to lay in someone’s arms. I will always be there to do that for you. No matter the circumstance, ok?”
You wanted to protest, tell him he was too much, too good to you, but he kept going, “I trust you. I know that when you ask me to come home, it’s not because you're insecure or controlling. It’s because you need help, and I want you to always feel comfortable asking for it.”
He’d left you just a little bit speechless. All you could respond with was a gentle kiss on his lips.
For him, though, that was more than enough.
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note ✭ ok this shit got really personal 💀 but i did really enjoy writing it. it's not often that i write a whole oneshot in one sitting but i did today (other than my minor break to eat dinner).
also, i was actually between writing this for vernon or jongho because i felt like they both kinda fit the vibe (sorry if the knowledge that this could have been a hansol fic makes anyone sad), but maybe i'll write something similar for him next time i'm feeling it
again, i hope you enjoyed this! thank you so much for reading 💗
mwah~
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